Page 108 of Take My Love
“So, I’m right.” She smirks. “Why not just keep things on the down low and see how it goes? If it turns serious, tell your dad or make sure Silas has another job lined up before you do.”
“I’m not sure how to deal with these feelings,” I confess. “It’s a huge risk, especially since he’s Warren’s best friend. He’d be put in the middle if things went south between us.”
I’m already in deep, so might as well tell her everything.
“It’s different with Silas compared to any other guy I’ve been with and that scares me. I completely fold when he touches me. Like…he’ll tell me how good I’m doin’ or how badly he wants me, and I just melt. He talks me through it so I actually finish and it’s the hottest experience I’ve ever had.”
“He found your praise kink,” she teases, sticking out her tongue. “Don’t be embarrassed. I have one too.”
“You do?”
“Oh honey…where do I begin?” She giggles. “I also have a degradation kink. Be mean to me and I’ll squirt all over you.”
My cheeks heat as I laugh. “Oh my God. How am I supposed to look at you now and not think about that?”
“Maybe you should get some handcuffs or nylon rope so he can tie you up.” She waggles her brows. “Oh wait…I bet I can guess another kink of yours.”
“How? I’m just figurin’ out my own as it is.”
“You ever hear of a breedin’ kink?”
“Yes.”
“I bet Silas would love the idea of fillin’ you with his seed and knockin’ you up.”
“Jesus, Amaya.”
Why does the thought of him doing that make me blush?
“See, I knew it!” She points at my red face. “Tell him you want him to cum inside you and have his baby. He’ll goferal.”
“We’re not even havin’ sex!” I admit.
“But damn near close to it, right?” She shrugs. “Stop worryin’ about the what-ifs and the rules for once in your life, Posey. You’re a young, hot, successful woman. Have some fun!”
Amaya’s words echo in my mind the rest of the afternoon. Ican hardly concentrate on anything else, and when we return from town, I can’t even look at Silas when he waves to me.
Thanks to her, my brain is now trying to process what it is I want versus what I’ll allow myself to have.
“Hey, Posey. Can we talk?” Ian knocks on the doorframe, grabbing my attention.
“Sure, I’ll meet you in my office in a minute.”
I remove my gloves and wash my hands before walking out. He’s in one of the chairs and hangs up his phone as soon as I walk in.
“Delia’s sick and the vet can’t get here until tomorrow mornin’.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
I have a soft spot for Delia. She’s a sweetheart and one I rescued from the side of the road five years ago. Some asshole didn’t need her for milking anymore and dumped her.
“She’s not eatin’, but she’s bloated and constipated. I tried gettin’ her to drink and she wasn’t interested. I put her in the sick pen for now so the others didn’t bother her.”
“Sounds like gastro issues.” I try not to panic but goats can decline fast. “Let’s try givin’ her some hay and see if she’ll eat that. And add some electrolytes to her water.”
“Will do, boss.”
“I’ll stay with her until the vet comes, so you can go home.”
