Page 33 of Love Harvested on Thanksgiving
Oh my god, I think about going to her place and fucking her right now. But I need sleep. I send her another text:
Send me a picture of those pretty tits.
She does, and God does it make my cock ache.
I stand my phone up on the counter, the video playing.
I reach for my throbbing cock and let out a breath as I slowly start to move my hand up and down the thick shaft.
I move faster, harder as I watch Alex’s perfect, round ass bounce off my hips swallowing every inch of my cock.
“That’s it, good girl, take that dick.”
I watch her face as she cums all over my cock. I grip the counter and jerk with more force, sending me into a bone-rattling orgasm.
My load lands in the sink as my heart pounds and I struggle to catch my breath. The video continues to play in the background as my ears ring and my knees shake.
I need a shower and bed.
It’s the end of a long day. I spent the entire day prepping the farm for winter—covering pipes, marking fences, checking the barns for drafts. And looking at the picture Alex sent me last night—I’ve looked at it at least fifty times today.
Tomorrow is the festival. I’m excited, but my stomach’s in knots too. My day with Alex yesterday was great—better than great. And I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
She asked to come help on the farm today and I shut her down. I feel bad, I really do. But I just can’t have her here. I could have been a little nicer about it though.
Annalise pulls up just as Dakota’s finishing up in the barn. She waves and smiles as she walks over. “Hey, stranger,” she says settling into the rocking-chair beside me.
I nod, setting the book down—the one I borrowed from Alex. She raises an eyebrow. “Well, that’s not something I thought I’d ever see you holding.”
I smirk, “yeah, me too.”
She laughs, then looks out toward the barn where Dakota’s closing up. “How’s it going with Alex? She’s a sweet girl, I like her.”
“She is,” I say quietly, my thumb tracing the edge of the book, keeping my eyes down.
When I finally look up, Annalise is studying me. I look over and she lays her hand on mine.
“Finley,” she says softly, “it’s time.”
“Time for what?” I ask, though I already know.
“To stop letting fear run your life,” she says. “You can’t build fences around your heart because of what happened seventeen years ago. I know it was horrific, Finley. I know. I can’t imagine. But you deserve love.”
Her words sink in deep, settling in my chest like the stones I’ve been carrying all these years.
I glance out across the fields where my mother died. Finally, I no longer see red—the flash of my mother’s blood coating the grass.
Now I see brown. Golden sunlight spilling across the earth. Brown—warm, safe, comforting.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe itistime to set some of those stones down, to stop letting them weigh me down.
Dakota walks up, smiling at Annalise. “Ready?” he asks.
She nods and turns to me. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Think about what I said,” she says softly.
They walk to their van and drive off, leaving the farm quiet. I sit here with Alex’s book in my hands, watching the sun fade over the horizon, Annalise’s words still lingering in my mind.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
