FarmBoy

by Kayt Miller

  “Um….” I can see her face blush. “I, uh….”

  “You’re not sure about what I’m doing?”

  She nods. “And, I’ve never––“

  I stare into her pretty eyes. That cannot be possible. “You’re a virgin, Isabelle?”

  She nods slowly.

  It does seem impossible that a woman like Isabelle is untouched, but the macho asshole inside of me couldn’t be more thrilled by that information. I’ll be the only one she’ll ever know like this. Damn, my dick just got harder. “I’ll take this slow, Isabelle.” Sitting back on my heels, I smile at her. “I’m about to taste you. I want you to come on my mouth. Is that okay with you?”

  “But… do you like that?” She uses her head to point down at herself.

  “I fucking love it. You taste perfect.” I’ve always liked oral, but now that it’s with Isabelle, I don’t think I’ll ever think of it the same way. She lies back on the bed, and I feel her legs relax and open wider for me. I take that as a good sign, and I’m back up, leaning over her center. Using my thumbs, I open her up and stare down at her pink, wet pussy. “Perfect.”

  I lick first; then I kiss each lip. When her clit peeks out, I move to that and first lick, then suck on it gently. Now her wriggling has more to do with the sensations. “You like this?” I ask as I use my thumb to circle the hard, little nub.

  “Y-Yes.”

  With my thumb swirling, I press my middle finger inside of her and moan. I feel my eyes roll back in my head, imagining what my dick’s gonna feel like when she’s wrapped around me like a vice. Pressing part of the way in, I use both hands and my tongue to bring her to peak. When she’s pulsing around my fingers, I pull my head back so I can watch her flushed face. She looks a little shocked.

  “Oh my God,” she says breathlessly. “That was amazing.”

  Moving up her body, I slide onto the bed next to her. I urge her to scoot up so her entire body is next to mine. “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “I could get used to this.” She giggles.

  “I’m definitely hooked.” I kiss her lips and wrap my arms around her. Pulling her in close, I’m doing my best to keep my mind off my dick. The poor guy is weeping. Moving my hand over her breasts, I reach back and slide it on down her back to the curve of her ass. With my palm covering one cheek, it moves down to her leg until it’s sliding over my hip. I move closer and nudge my cock between us until I’m sliding it between her legs through her wetness. I moan and kiss her hard. I’m not even inside her yet and it feels better than any sex I’ve ever had before.

  It’s then I remember that I don’t have condoms with me, and it makes me sadder than I can say. “I don’t have any condoms.”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  She is? “You are?”

  “My periods are terrible. The pill helps with that.”

  “Oh.” I’ve heard that before. “I’m clean. I was tested the last time I went to the doc.”

  She smiles at me, and it takes my breath away. “So, we’re doing this?” I press through her again. She scoots closer to me until our bodies are pressed completely together, skin to skin. “I’m ready for you, Nash. I’m ready for this.”

  Gently, I press her back to the mattress. I’m already between her legs, but she opens wider for me. “You sure?”

  “One hundred percent.”

  Looking down, I adjust myself until I’m there. As slowly as possible, I begin to push inside. My god, she’s squeezing me already, and I’m barely inside. Holding her legs open, I move in another inch and stop. “You okay?”

  “Yes.” I can tell she’s holding her breath.

  “Breathe, babe.”

  As she exhales, I press deeper. I’m dizzy from the feeling. Lightheaded is more like it. I press in another inch and feel something blocking me. Looking up at her, I nod. “This is it. Ready?”

  She nods quickly, and I do it. I push in hard enough to break through. Isabelle gasps, and it’s not one of pleasure. “I’m sorry, honey. I know it hurts.”

  “Yep.” She’s holding her breath again. “Give me a second.”

  Fuck. I hate that I’m hurting her. I know it’s only temporary, but I still hate it.

  When she begins to relax around me, I pull almost all the way out. Without words, she tells me she’s ready, so I slowly move in again. This time, I work until I’m completely seated inside of her. If I was dizzy before, it’s nothing compared to the euphoria I’m feeling now. “Jesus, Isabelle.”

  “Good?” she asks, wincing.

  “Perfect. How is it for you?”

  “Better. You can move again. It feels better.”

  So, I do. I drag myself away from her, then back in a little faster than before. And again, each time faster and with more intent. I know she’s not in pain anymore because she’s meeting each of my thrusts with her own. Her hands are scratching at my back, and she’s saying some pretty dirty shit.

  “Nash. Fuck. Feels so good.” And, “Harder. Fuck me hard, baby.”

  That one was my favorite. So, I do. I fuck her harder—not as hard as it will be next time, but hard enough for her to feel me everywhere. And for her to remember. I never want her to forget this first time together. I want this to be the thing that makes her blush whenever she thinks about us. The first time I fucked her and claimed her. “You’re fucking mine, Isabelle.”

  “Yes,” she says, sliding her palm over my ass. She squeezes my ass cheek while biting on my neck, then adds, “And you’re mine.”

  She just claimed me. Fuck yes, I’m hers.

  34

  Isabelle

  It’s official. I’m no longer a virgin. That and I’m Nash’s. I gave myself to him four days ago, and since then, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me. We haven’t been able to do “it” again because Andi is always with us, but that hasn’t stopped him from touching and kissing me whenever he can. Don’t get me wrong, I love Andi and want her to be with us. It’s just difficult when all he has to do is give me a look and I want to get naked. But, no can do with a child running around the house.

  Thinking about that causes my mind to wander back to that night––our first time together. Heck, it doesn’t really matter what I’m doing, I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel my face heat up whenever it comes to mind, which is awkward when it happens randomly; like now when I’m sitting in the teacher’s lounge chatting with Rose. She said something about applying for a new position within the school, and the word “position” is all it took for me to think about Nash and me in bed. I blush like nobody’s business. Of course, Rose catches it. She doesn’t miss much.

  “You finally did it, didn’t you? You and Nash did the nasty.”

  My first reaction is to say defensively, “It wasn’t nasty!” Of course, it’s the wrong thing to say because that’s all Rose needs to affirm her suspicions. Stupid me.

  “You did it!” she squawks loudly. Luckily, it’s only the two of us in the lounge.

  “We did.” This time I smile. Beam. Yeah, I beam.

  “From the look on your face, I’d say it was good.”

  “Perfect. It was perfect.” And it was. After we did it, Nash wrapped me up so tight in his arms, it felt like he never wanted to let me go. And then he said the sweetest things to me; like he loved me, he adored me, he thought I was beautiful and kind. All nice things. But the best one? He said he thought I’d make a wonderful mother for Andi and our future kids. “Our two boys.” He remembered that I’d imagined us with two boys and a girl. I mean… who wouldn’t love to hear that?

  “So what now?”

  I’m drawn from my memories by Rose’s question.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, what happens now? The stuff before was fake. Are you getting married for reelz?”

  “Oh.” I blink at Rose. “I guess. Someday.”

  “But what about that bitch, Ivy. I thought he wanted to get married so she—”

  I interrupt her because I don�
��t feel like talking about Ivy. “I don’t know. I really don’t. All I know is we’re going on a date. A real one, just the two of us, on Friday.” And that’s the truth. That’s all I know.

  Rose reaches across the table and takes hold of my hand. With a squeeze, she smiles. “Well, that’s a good start.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  “Pack an overnight bag, babe,” Nash says on my speakerphone. I’m beat after a long day at school then an even longer night on the farm.

  “Overnight bag? You didn’t say we were going to be gone overnight?” I’ve got a ton of stuff to do this weekend.

  “I already told Ben you were going to be gone most of Saturday.”

  Overstep much? “You talked to Ben before you asked me?” I’m annoyed.

  “I….” Nash hesitates, and it’s making me rethink my bad mood. “I wanted to surprise you.”

  “Oh.” See? Now I feel bad. “Okay.” What else can I say? “I’ll pack a bag.”

  “And we’re leaving as soon as you’re done at school tomorrow.”

  “Bossy,” I grumble. I didn’t think it was loud enough for him to hear, but I guess it was.

  He laughs. “We’re both bossy. I’m just bossy about our first official date. I want to make it special.”

  “Oh.” Shoot. I feel bad again. “Okay.” The yawn that escapes is sort of loud.

  “Go to sleep, Isabelle. You’re gonna need your rest.”

  Holy mackerel. That was definitely a sexual inuendo, and I feel it down to my toes. “Okay.”

  Nash chuckles again. “Love you, babe.”

  I will never get tired of hearing that. “Love you too. Tell Andi good night for me.”

  “Will do.” And then he’s gone.

  I miss his voice already. I wish he was here with me, next to me. I’m already tired of just dating the man. I’m ready to be with him all the time, but how would that work? He’s got a farm to run. I’ve got a farm to run. Then there’s Ivy.

  35

  Nash

  “What do you want, Ivy?” I thought I was pretty clear about her not just stopping out to my place unannounced, but here she is, bright and early on Friday morning. A morning in which I’m trying to get my shit done so I can pick up Isabelle and whisk her off for the night.

  I stare at Ivy. She looks out of place out here in the country. I think she always did. Example: Ivy’s dressed in the tightest pair of jeans I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe she can breathe in those things. She’s also wearing a tight T-shirt beneath a black leather jacket. Her black boot things are about five inches tall too. Ridiculous shoes to wear out on a farm. How does she keep those tiny heels from going straight down into the dirt? You know what? I don’t give a shit. I kind of hope they do sink in the dirt, but then she might stick around longer, and I definitely don’t want that.

  Ivy places her hands on her waist and starts tapping one boot. “I’ve got a couple issues.”

  “Uh-huh.” I’m only half listening as I give Cy a treat. I’ve got two apples and some leftover potatoes for her this morning. She’s really blossomed this last month. While she’ll still be a milk producer for us, honestly, Andi and I treat her more like a pet. Bad form for a dairy farmer. Shh, don’t tell on me.

  “One,” she snaps, holding up one finger, “you sicced your lawyer on me?”

  I give Cy the last apple and pat her back. Shutting the gate to her enclosure, I turn back to Ivy and sigh. “I told you I’d hired a lawyer. You threatened me; I took action.”

  “Well, some of us”—she points to herself—“can’t afford a fancy lawyer.”

  Oh, here we go.

  “Ivy, I’ve got shit to do. Spit it out.”

  “I heard you’re going out of town with what’s her name.”

  “Her name is Isabelle.”

  “So, it’s true?”

  I refuse to answer her, so I stare at her instead.

  “Where are you sticking Andrea if you’re going out of town?”

  “It’s Andi, and I’m not sticking her anywhere.” Besides, this is none of your fucking business. I want to say it, but I’d better not. “She’s staying with Mom. Which reminds me. Don’t bother my mom. She was pretty pissed when you did that before.”

  “Andrea is my child.”

  “She’s only your child when it’s convenient for you.” You know what, I’m tired of pussyfootin’ around about this shit. “Ivy… why now? What is it that really brought you back? Don’t you have soap commercials to make or something? Hadn’t you better be gettin’ back to Hollywood?” Sure, I sound like a bratty bitch on that last sentence, but it’s how I feel. I’m tired of holding in shit.

  “My agent did call about a possible television series deal, but I’m not going back until we have some sort of arrangement.”

  “Arrangement?” I ask, arching one eyebrow.

  She drops her hands to her side and tilts her head to the left. I can see her fucking wheels turning. I’ve watched Ivy rehearse for the school plays before, and this is one way she prepares. She’s getting into character.

  And action…

  “Nash,” she says softly as she takes a couple steps closer. I take the same number backward. Reaching out, she attempts to touch me, but I move away some more. I guess it hasn’t broken her concentration because she laughs softly. “You and I both know if I took you to court, I’d win.”

  “I know no such thing.”

  “Mothers always win.”

  “Not always.” And that’s true. A big percentage of the time the woman or birth mother wins, but I think I’ve got more on my side than she gives me credit for.

  “I’d win.” She looks at me with a coy expression.

  Oh, she thinks she’d win because she can act? Well, I’ve got the truth behind me. No act in the world is gonna change that. “Ivy. What. Do. You. Want?” Because she wants something. My hope is it isn’t visitation, because I’m not sending Andi halfway across the country to visit her birth mother in California. No way.

  “I should have asked for this a long time ago, but I was thinking about you and Andrea.”

  “Uh-huh.” I stare at her. She’s got a ton of makeup shit on her face. It makes her look old. Well, older. Much older. I’d tell her, but I don’t need to get into that shit with her.

  “I’d like spousal support.”

  I blink. A lot. Is she for real? “Spousal support?” Then I laugh. “You’d have to be a spouse for something like that, and we were definitely not married.”

  “Common law—”

  “Takes seven years in Iowa. You barely stuck around for three.” She’s really doing this? She’s actually asking for money. I shouldn’t be surprised. Disappointed is what I’m feeling though. Disappointed that she, honest to God, isn’t willing to fight for her child. Like always, it’s all about her.

  “Fine.” She crosses her arms in front of her, attempting to look tough, I’d guess. “But I think you owe me.”

  “I don’t owe you shit.”

  “You inherited this huge farm. You can afford to—”

  “Pay you off?” What she’s really saying is she wants me to pay her for Andi. I half expected her to do something like this, but that was me thinking the worst of Ivy DeLucas. I guess the worst is the reality now.

  “That sounds so crass.” Her face goes soft again. “I gave you a kid, Nashville.”

  I’m not even going to respond to that one. Talk about crass. “How much?” I might as well cut to the chase. The sooner this is dealt with, the sooner she’ll ride off on her broom or, in her case, her Mercedes.

  “Five hundred.”

  I reach back for my wallet. I’ve got five hundred bucks on me. I took it out of the bank to pay for this date.

  “Thousand.” She scoffs. “You’ve got five hundred thousand in your wallet.” Then she gives me an eye roll.

  I quickly put the wallet back. “You want five hundred thousand dollars? Are you fucking insane?”

  “You said you
rself you’re a millionaire.”

  “In land.” Duh. “I don’t have half a mill sitting around. You grew up around here. You know how farming works. What the fuck, Ivy?”

  “Well, you’re about to marry the richest gal in the county. You’ll have more land than anyone in the state.”

  “That farm belongs to Bruce.”

  “He won’t be able to farm. The poor man has only one stupid arm.”

  God, she’s pissing me off.

  “Who I marry is none of your fucking business. And I don’t have five hundred grand.” You greedy bitch. I don’t say it, but I’m thinking it.

  “You could sell some of your land. I’m sure Izzy would buy it for you.”

  I shake my head and reach for the phone I’ve got in my other back pocket. “I’m not selling shit. I’m calling my lawyer.”

  “No!” she says, holding up one hand. “I need cash, Nash. I’m about to lose my apartment in L.A. That car is a rental, and my credit cards are maxed out. I’ve got to get back so I can work.” She’s full-on whining now. Is this part of her act? I can’t tell anymore.

  The only good thing? She’ll be gone soon. All I have to do is pay her and she’ll leave. That sounds like money well spent. But I just can’t hand over money without getting my lawyer involved. She needs to sign something that puts an end to all of this Ivy bullshit. “I’ll give you ten grand. That’s all I’ve got right now.” I’m lying. “I just bought a combine.” I point to the giant green machine behind me. That one’s true. It was used and a great deal, but she doesn’t need the details. “And it has to be through the lawyer. You sign over your parental rights to me, and I’ll give you the money.” Plus, I’m going to have more added––like she can’t come back for more money whenever she’s hard up.

  “Fifteen and you’ve got a deal.”

  Fuck. “I’ll have to see if I can do that.” Yeah, I can do it. I just don’t want to. For Andi, though, yeah, I’d probably find a way to pay her the five hundred thousand. Shh, don’t tell.