by Leah Kent
Rose sat down on the couch, the ring box in hand, and looked at Marcus. Much of the confidence he had displayed was withered now by his own worry and fear. She felt bad about that and gave him a warm smile.
“My answer is yes.” Rose opened the box and took out the ring, handing it to Marcus.
He took her hand and placed the ring gently on her finger. It fit well, and she wondered how he had learned her ring size. She thought she would leave that as a mystery.
“I have a lot of questions, though,” Rose said. “I think you know them all too.”
“I do. When I visited you and Mandy, I understood just how much your farm is a part of who you are. I also noticed how well Mandy was acclimating to farm life again. I know she loves Chicago, but I also know it would pain her to leave it.”
Rose nodded. “I need a way that I can have both worlds. I would never expect you to pack up from Chicago and move to the farm.”
“I know. If you’re willing to split time between Kansas and Chicago, though, I think we can work it out. You have an airfield not far from your farm. It’s mainly used to launch planes for crop dusting. I have my pilot’s license and this gives me a reason to finally buy my own plane. I talked to the man who runs that airfield and he is fine with me renting hangar space and using the field for takeoffs and landings.”
The prospect of being able to use a private airfield for the two of them to fly between Kansas and Chicago was nice. She knew the field he was talking about. They could drive to and from it in less than ten minutes.
“We won’t always be able to join each other in Kansas or Chicago, though,” Rose said. “I might have to deal with shearing. You may have an important business meeting.”
“I travel a lot as well,” Marcus said. “Don’t forget that.”
Rose nodded. “Can we handle that?”
Nichole gave a small smile; one of the first changes of expression Rose had noted outside of the submissive’s normal protocol.
“We fell in love while spending weeks apart,” Marcus said. He kissed the back of Rose’s hand, along the knuckle above her ring. “I think we’ll manage.”
Rose smiled. “If we can split time, I think we can work out everything else. Mandy was my other concern. I didn’t like the idea of either deserting her on the farm or taking her away from it.”
Marcus kissed Rose on the lips this time and she closed her eyes at the touch, taking in the scent of him again. He was not her mentor or her boyfriend. He was her fiancé now. He did not smell different. Nothing felt different either. It only felt as though she finally admitted something to herself.
“I wanted to talk to you about something else,” Marcus said. “I wanted to discuss this with you no matter what you said to the proposal, but saying yes does make things a little easier to work out.”
“What is it?” Rose was curious now. The part she had feared was through.
“I wanted to propose a business deal to you,” Marcus said. “Many of the farmers around you are still struggling after the storm recovery and if I come to them with a firm deal, they’re willing to sell their land. I want to open a boutique here in Chicago to sell garments made from the wool you produce. With the land, you can expand your farm, hire, and train people to raise and groom the sheep the way you do.”
Rose smiled. “Since we’ll be splitting time between Kansas and Chicago, Mandy and I will be able to run the expanded farm ourselves.”
Marcus sat back with smug grin on his face.
“You think you’re brilliant, don’t you?” Rose leaned against the couch cushion as she looked at her fiancé.
“I am.” Marcus winked at Rose. “I will handle the negotiation for land deals and any zoning and licenses you need. You focus on how you want to expand it and how many people you will need to hire to handle the additional sheep. I’m thinking that by next fall, the boutique can open with the first merchandise.”
Rose took in a deep breath. That was a lot of work in what really was a small amount of time. They could do it, though. She thought the two of them could do almost anything.
Chapter Seven
Rose took in the smell of her farm as Nancy she looked around. Soon, it was not going to be this small homestead. Marcus was negotiating to buy the land of three of her neighbors. It would give her more than enough space for the sheep and to raise wool for the boutique. Mandy loved the idea of helping her run a large farm. Nichole had taken on the project of planning the boutique itself. Running it, she had explained to Marcus, would give her something to do while he was in the office.
This was her new life, complex, complicated, and busy. She was no longer afraid of those complications, though. She watched as a dusting plane took off from the distant airfield. Soon, she would be watching Marcus’ plane touching down and driving out to pick him up.
Life was looking beautiful once again, like a rose in bloom.
MILF on Top
Isabella Dane
Island Cove Publishing © 2016
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Chapter One
Cindy pulled a cold energy drink out of her refrigerator, twisted off the cap, threw her head back, and took a long sip. The cold liquid felt delicious as it rolled down her throat. After a long jog, there was nothing she looked forward to as much as the cold refreshment that awaited her in the fridge. Everything in her house seemed so quite and peaceful during these moments.
Her two kids were away at college all the way on the other side of the country. And after months of a bitter separation and eventually a divorce, her alcoholic and adulterous ex-husband had finally moved out.
Once he had packed the last of his things and moved them over to his new girlfriend’s one bedroom apartment, Cindy had once again felt like she could breath. She felt like she was being given a new lease on life.
One of the first things she had done in her new found single hood was to join a gym. She knew that she needed to get in better shape. She had also started running again. In her twenties, and even early forties she had been a daily jogger. But as the demands of motherhood sapped her energy and her husband’s drinking and philandering ways threatened to completely destroy her, she had given it up.
After joining the gym, she almost immediately set up profiles on several dating sites. She had taken pictures of herself in sun dresses, evening wear, and casual clothes. Lots of guys would send her messages, but she had yet to really find one that interested her. Maybe she was being overly cautious, worried that she might rush into something too quickly and get hurt. Maybe she felt self-conscious about her body and feared having to get naked in front of another person. Even though she knew that there would be plenty of time to spend with whomever she dated before they had to get intimate or have sex.
But those we
ren’t the only issues she was having with online dating.
She realized, or was forced to confront the fact, that she wasn’t attracted to men her age. As a woman in her early forties, this didn’t leave her with a lot of options. She had tried talking about it with some of her girlfriends, but they would only tell her that she was going through a phase—her cougar phase they would say.
That word cougar made her cringe. She was an attractive, in shape woman, who traveled the world and was used to some of the finer things in life. And she didn’t consider a balding man in his forties, with beer belly, and flabby arms to be one of the finer things in life. She had no intention on settling. But she knew that it wouldn’t be easy to get what she wanted.
Despite a difficult 20-year marriage and two kids, she had still kept herself together. There were many nights when she cried herself to sleep. Many nights when she feared her husband would come home in a drunken rage and take his frustration out on her. Nights when she thought her kids hated her because she couldn’t keep the home together and functioning. But she had survived all that. She knew what she wanted. And she was determined to get it.
One of the first things she wanted was a younger man. She made this preference clear in her online dating profiles. She stated very clearly that she was a 42-year-old woman who was interested in men who were between 25-35. Unfortunately for her it seemed that no matter how hot or sexy her pictures were, men in that age group just weren’t looking for an older woman.
This made her sad and a bit desperate. But when men older than her started contacting her and asking her out on dates, she got angry. Eventually, she got tired of being both sad and angry. When that point came she decided to cancel all her online dating accounts.
But that didn’t make her feel that much better. All the attention she had gotten from men on those sites had at lest made her feel a little bit better about herself. Now, that attention was gone and she feared that she would never find a man.
She sighed and took one last swig of her energy drink. If only I lived in the city, she thought. Out here in the suburbs there aren’t many younger guys, at least not successful ones.
She had the money and resources to pick up and move but something kept her rooted to her small, affluent suburban town. This is where she had grown up. Where she had first loved and lost. Where her children had been born. She had traveled the world, lived in several different countries—France, Spain, Argentina. But something always brought her back home.
If she sold her house and moved to the city, maybe one of the chic neighborhoods in West Village, or Brooklyn, there would be a lot more men to choose from potentially. But there would also be much stiffer and fiercer competition for their attention. It was a conundrum. One that a lot of divorced women her age confronted. Then there was also the constant struggle to stay looking young and in shape, making sure things didn’t sag and hang.
She felt the clock ticking. Not her biological clock, so to speak. She loved her children and was proud to be a mother. Yet she was sure that didn’t want any more kids.
No, this was the beginning of a new chapter in her life. A chapter when she would put herself first.
She heard her phone beeping in the other room. She picked it up and looked at the screen. She smiled and felt her body getting warm. It was a text message from John.
Missed you at the gym, today. I hope you’re not slacking off.
John was her personal trainer. She had only been working with him for two weeks, but she could a definite chemistry and attraction between them. He had to be about ten years younger than her, maybe more than that so she had tried to play it cool around him. She didn’t want to seem that she was too interested.
He had never texted her before and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Maybe that was company policy she thought. Maybe he’s just being polite and checking in with a client.
Or maybe he’s interested in me, she wondered. She bit her bottom lip, stared at the screen, and thought about how to respond.
Chapter Two
She definitely wasn’t slacking off and she wanted him to know that. She had just forgotten that she had scheduled a workout session for that day. She wouldn’t do that again.
She figured it would be better not to tell him that she had forgotten about the session. That would just make her seem flakey and she absolutely did not want to give off that impression. Instead, she would play it coy and not say too much. She knew it was better to make him think that she had other things to do. A busy life. Yeah, that was it. No need to have him thinking that she was waiting around all day worrying about whether she would ever find another man.
Hectic day, she texted. See you tomorrow:)
She pressed send. A shiver of excitement passed through her body. She tried to calm herself down. She tried to tell herself that he was probably just being nice, that there was probably nothing in it.
She didn’t expect him to text back for a while, so she headed for the bathroom to take a shower. After she had undressed, she stood in front of the mirror staring at herself. This wasn’t what she usually did. More often than not, she would undress and quickly walk past the mirror and hop into the shower. And when she got out of the shower, she would wrap the towel around herself without looking in the mirror. She was afraid of what she would encounter. She was afraid that age and gravity had already started to play tricks with her body.
But today she didn’t rush past the mirror. Maybe it was the excitement, the sexual excitement that young trainer’s text had inspired in her. Maybe she was beginning to come to terms with her age and who she was.
Whatever had possessed her to stand in front of that mirror naked, she was glad it had done so. She smiled at herself.
She didn’t have the skinny body that men had lusted after when she was in her twenties. But she wasn’t some saggy over the hill woman either. She had a woman’s body—curvy, full breasts and ass.
Admiring herself in the mirror, gave her the confidence to think that trainer was definitely trying to make a move on her or at least express some interest. How perfect this will be, she thought. He will get to personally shape and mold my body however he sees fit. And I will get up close and personal contact with him.
Her body tingled with desire. She could feel her pussy getting wet. She hopped in the shower and the water cascade down on her body. As she rubbed shampoo into her hair, she imagined the trainer’s hands roving all over body. She imagined him wrapping his beautifully sculpted arms around her soft flesh and squeezing her. She imagined turning around smiling at him, then getting down on her knees and clasping his hard cock in her hands. She would work her hands up and down his dick, gently brushing the head, finding just the right rhythm. And then she would give him the blowjob of his life.
No man had ever complained about her oral skills and she was certain that he wouldn’t either. All of this fantasizing made her incredibly horny. Once she had washed all the shampoo out of her hair, she let her fingers slide down to her pussy. She couldn’t help touching herself, slipping first one, then two fingers inside herself. Her whole body was wet from the shower water, but there was a different kind of wetness inside of her.
She leaned her back up against the wall and closed her eyes. Her breathing became faster. She was approaching the point of orgasm. She imagined the young man on top of her, pounding his strong, young cock in and out of her. She screamed and felt the cum oozing onto her fingers.
She was panting, almost completely out of breath. But she felt incredibly relieved—like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
She got out of the shower and briefly stared at herself in the mirror. She smiled again as she admired her body. She felt like a new woman. She couldn’t wait to get to the gym the next day.
When she finally exited the bathroom and walked into her bedroom, she could hear her phone beeping. Another text message. A warm tingle passed through her body. She rushed to the phone. It was from the trainer.
I’m going to work you out good tomorrow. Don’t worry:)
She stared at the screen for a few moments. Yes, there’s definitely sexual innuendo there, she thought. She blushed. She knew that she looked good, but gaining the attention of such a young and eligible man made her feel special. But then a fear came out of nowhere and gripped her chest.
She had no idea if he was single. She hadn’t noticed a ring on his finger but what if he had a girlfriend? Or what if he didn’t wear the ring to the gym?
She began to feel foolish for thinking that this guy was into her. She threw her phone down on the bed. She felt like crying. Everything seemed so hopeless. All of her friends and family had cheered her on during and after the separation and divorce from her husband. None of them had told her how difficult it would be to find someone else. How difficult it would be to not sink into despair and depression while confronting loneliness. They had assured her that she was a good-looking woman who would not have the least amount of problems finding plenty of suitors.
Bullshit, she thought. I’m just one of those desperate housewives, but I’m not even a housewife any more I’m just a desperate divorced woman stuck in small suburban town. I’m so desperate that the smallest bit of kindness or politeness from a man completely turns my head. She laughed at herself for how carried away she had gotten thinking about the young trainer.
But moments later her despairing was cut short. Her phone beeped again. Without thinking about it, she leaped for it.
It was from the trainer: Maybe after the workout we could grab something to eat…
Cindy breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw that text. She took a few deep breaths and calmed. She decided that the best thing to do would be to get out of the house. Being alone in this big suburban house was probably what was driving her crazy. She needed to get out of her own head.