Page 60 of Goodbye Paradise
I dropped my hungry mouth onto his, whimpering softly. Thrusting into his hand, my dick got as hard as a fencepost.
“You stay quiet now,” Caleb whispered after breaking our kiss. “Can you do that?”
I kissed him again instead of answering.
He reached around me, spreading my ass with one slicked hand, teasing my hole with a finger.
Opening my mouth, I gave a silent shout.
“Next time,” he whispered. “I’m gonna pound you from behind.”
The beginning of a moan escaped my lips, and Caleb caught it in his mouth. I fucked my hips against him, while his naughty finger tortured my hole.
“Let yourself go. Kiss me, and come all over me. Right now.”
My whole life, I’d always done exactly what Caleb asked of me. And right now was no different. My balls tightened up, and my breath hitched with expectation. Then I slanted my mouth over Caleb’s and let it happen. All the tension of the last forty-eight hours just left my body as I shuddered and shuddered again.
Caleb let my tired dick slip out of his hand. But he took up his own, milking himself with my come all over his hand. We both looked down to see him erupt once… twice… I lifted my chin to watch his face. His head was thrown back into the pillow, mouth open in a silent gasp of pleasure.
Then it was just two sticky guys, breathing hard, listening to their hearts race together. I loved this part just as much as the sex. Because I never saw any regret in Caleb’s eyes. He always looked so darned happy to lie there with me, painted with my seed, blissed out.
He never seemed to doubt himself. And that meant that he never seemed to doubt being with me.
I kissed his forehead. “Was I quiet?”
“Quiet enough,” he sighed. “Don’t really care at the moment, though. That was nice.”
It really, really was. But you can always trust me to ruin the moment. “Do you think they’d notice if we ran the shower for a minute?”
Caleb pinched my ass. “We’d better make it a double shower. Less obvious that way.” He grinned without opening his eyes.
“Good idea,” I said.
And it was.
Sixteen
Winter
MAGGIE DID GET BETTER. The rest of us breathed many, many sighs of relief as she seemed to slowly perk up over the next few weeks. She came out of her room more. Daniel brought the rocking chair into the living room, and she sat there with the baby, talking to whoever else was around. Which often meant me.
She started to cook again, too. I made it as easy as I could for her, by holding the baby when necessary. Standing in the kitchen, talking about flavors and recipes, she seemed more like herself.
Meanwhile, Chloe was growing fast. Every morning, when I got to hold her after the milking, she seemed bigger. And she learned so many new tricks. Likesmilingat me. And pushing up off her tummy onto her little chubby arms to look around the room.
In February, when Chloe was twelve weeks old, she learned to roll over from her back to her front. So she basically did that all day long. But she couldn’t figure out how to roll the other way, so when she got sick of lying on her stomach, she would screech until one of us came to rescue her, flipping her over like a pancake.
Another new trick she learned was sleeping through the night. I was not the beneficiary of this new maneuver, but Maggie and Daniel were over the moon. They stopped looking so haggard, and started joking more often.
As winter wore on, I worked with Daniel whenever I could. Sometimes he found jobs for me in the wood shop. But tools were not really my thing, and everything always took three times as long when I did it. I was better at sorting nails and screws, sweeping up sawdust and helping him move boards around.
There wasn’t much of that to do, though.
Instead, I finally convinced him that I should do the morning milking alone. “Since Chloe sleeps past seven o’clock, so should you. Until I can get a full-time job, I don’t mind spending a couple of hours with the cows every morning.”
I gave Daniel this little speech one afternoon in the barn, when the two of us were shoveling cow shit into a wheelbarrow. I enjoyed the milking and the barn work, anyway. Taking care of cows didn’t even feel like labor. They watched me with their big, liquid eyes, and their breath warmed the room, even on the coldest days.
Daniel leaned against his shovel, stroking his jaw thoughtfully. “All right. You know I appreciate the help. And Maggie and I need to get on top of your documentation. Sorry we haven’t given that enough focus.”
