AlexI hopped in his car after leaving my truck at my house. Damion would drop me off at home after we were finished at the fair. I liked the no pressure approach. If I went back to his place, things could get sticky—literally. I didn’t think either of us was quite ready to explain what we were doing to Oliver. I didn’t want to commit to anything and I had a feeling he wasn’t quite ready for that kind of commitment either.It was best if we took things slow and easy. I liked the casual fun we were having and didn’t want to try and make things out to be more than they were. Slow. That was the key. It was like playing a game of chess with myself. I didn’t want to cut and run again.“You can park back here,” I told Damion.“Holy shit,” he breathed. “This many people live around here?”I laughed. “When you live in this area with limited things to do, this carnival is a big draw. Everyone from the county shows up. You should be here when the fair comes to town. That is a really wild time.”
AlexI looked at Damion. “You’ve never told him much about your life here, did you?”He shrugged a shoulder. “It didn’t exactly come up a lot. Besides, he wouldn’t have understood it. He didn’t know about this life. He only knew New York.”That made me kind of sad for some reason. It was as if Damion had left Montana behind and never looked back. I wondered if he really liked being home or if he was forcing himself to stay out of obligation. “And now?” I asked.He shrugged. “And now I’m filling him in on bits and pieces of my childhood.”I nodded, but I suddenly got the feeling there was something else going on. Like he was reserving judgment for later. Like he wasn’t really buying into the idea of Oliver growing up in Montana and experiencing those same things. Maybe I was reading too much into it. I shook off the feelings, chalking it up to my own problems and worries he was going to leave.“How was school today?” I asked Oliver, steering the conversation back to the present.Oliver
DamionI woke up a little later than usual. For a brief moment, I had forgotten where I was. I had been having a very good dream about Alex. My dick was still hard. I reached between my legs, adjusting things and attempting to ease the pressure. I went to sleep with her on my mind and woke up every morning hard and thinking about her. Damn if I wasn’t addicted to her sweet body.I got up and slipped on some jeans and my work boots before pulling on a hoodie and heading out to do my morning chores. It was becoming easier, and I had fallen into a routine, but those early mornings could still be a real bitch. I wasn’t sure I was fully committed to rising with the sun every morning. What would it be like if I had a warm body—not just any body, but Alex’s body—in my bed? I couldn’t imagine myself getting up and walking outside in the chill of the morning to feed horses.Oliver was talking about getting animals, which would only increase the time it took to go through the morning routine. W
DamionOnce home, Oliver went inside to pack us a lunch for our fishing trip. I was still stuffed from breakfast, but he needed something to do, and it would keep him occupied while I dug through the fishing gear that was probably older than I was.I pulled out what I could find. I was not impressed. I found my old tackle box from twenty years ago and carried it outside to rummage through it. “Gross,” I muttered, finding an old carton of what had been worms at one point.I was busy trying to untangle fishing line without getting a hook caught in my thumb when Oliver came outside to see what I was doing. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to an old pack of hooks that were yellowed and faded.“Hooks. For the poles.”He scrunched up his nose, taking in the assortment of what could only be seen as garbage. “How old is that?”I shrugged. “I don’t know, probably fifty years or so. Most of this is Grandpa’s. I used to use it, but I’m not sure about this reel.”He let out a big sigh. “How are
AlexOliver meandered out onto the dock, Damion’s watchful eye on him. The fishing hadn’t been quite as exciting as Oliver had obviously thought it was going to be. He’d grown bored after thirty minutes and began throwing rocks into the lake. That wasn’t exactly conducive to actual fishing.“He’s a really good boy,” I commented.“Yes, he is.”“I guess the fishing thing isn’t for him.”He laughed. “It’s probably going to be one of those things that he has to warm up to.”Oliver sat down on the dock, swinging his legs back and forth. Where he was sitting was over the dry land. “He needs more stimulation. He’s smart.”Damion nodded. “Yes. He loves constant input. He likes to read and watch television at the same time. Fishing is probably something he will appreciate when he gets older and needs to shut off his brain.”“I agree. Fishing is one of those things that you can do and not think about it. Then again, that can be a bad thing because your brain thinks about everything else.”“You
AlexHe turned his head, his mouth quirked at the corners. “The future? Like tomorrow? Like what do I want to be when I grow up?”I picked up a weed and threw it at him. “No, ass. Do you think this little town is enough for you?”He shrugged a shoulder, his grin fading. “I don’t know.”“You don’t know if you’re staying?” I asked.“I don’t know. I like the idea, but I’m not sure this could be it for me. I like that Oliver’s happy. That makes me happy, but what if he isn’t happy? What if the novelty of being in a tiny town wears off? What if he wants to go to a school that caters to his intellectual level? There are too many variables in play for me to make a firm decision just now.”“That’s a lot of what-ifs,” I said, trying to hide my frustration.I wasn’t necessarily frustrated with him, but I was irritated that he didn’t know if he was going to stick around. I was falling for him and there was a good chance he could be gone in a few months. It was hard not to think he was using me.
DamionI had to get a load of laundry in before I headed back out to work on a portion of the fence that had blown down in a windstorm the other night. It was always something. I had planned to run up to town while Oliver was in school, but that wasn’t going to happen.Being a single parent had been a learning curve but being a single parent and trying to run a farm in the middle of nowhere was proving especially challenging. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the grocery store was closer than thirty miles or if there was a fast-food joint for those nights I was so damn tired I didn’t want to cook. I kept telling myself my grandpa managed, but holy shit, it was hard.Every day felt like a struggle. I had to admit, at the end of the day and all the challenges I overcame, I did have a feeling of accomplishment. I just wasn’t sure it was enough. Would it be enough for me in a year, two years? I couldn’t shake the feeling of being pulled away.I started a load of laundry before grabbing a so
DamionIt wasn’t long before I saw a vehicle coming down my long driveway. It wasn’t Alex’s truck. I squinted, shielding the sun from my eyes with my hand. I grinned when I recognized the old Chevy truck. It was Justin. I couldn’t imagine he was back to mow already.He pulled to a stop. The back of his truck was loaded down with bales of hay. I was certainly not in need of any more hay and hoped it wasn’t for me. I wasn’t up for unloading it, either. Staring at the hay took me back to the time Alex and I had bucked hay and did a whole lot more.“Hey,” I greeted, getting to my feet when he got out of the truck.“I see you’re working hard today,” he said with a laugh.I shrugged. “I’m thinking about working hard. Does that count?”He laughed, stepping onto the porch. “It’s a hot one today,” he commented.I nodded. “It is. I’m psyching myself up to do some fence work.”“I’ve got to take this load of hay out to a guy. Want to tag along?”I looked at the pile of hay, then back at him. “You
AlexHe winked at me. “I was thinking I might get me a little place in Montana.”I felt tears well in my eyes. I fanned my face. “Wayne, that would be amazing.”“Yes, it would,” Damion chimed in. “We’ll have a house built for you on the farm.”“Damion!” I blurted out.“Oh no, I can’t ask you to do that,” Wayne said.“You didn’t ask. I offered. We would love to have you around. We’ll need a guest house eventually anyway.”I could see the emotion in Wayne’s eyes. “That’s a very kind offer. I’ll think on it. I don’t want to put anyone out.”“Wayne,” I said, reaching across the table and grabbing his hand. “It would be an honor to have you around.”He smiled. “You drive a hard bargain, missy,” he teased.“I certainly do.”“Montana is a great place to live,” Damion said. “I wish I would have realized it earlier. I wasted a lot of time. I don’t intend to do it again.”“Good, because I won’t let you get away from me quite so easily.”“I’m not going anywhere,” he said with a grin. “Montana is
AlexThree months laterI carried the big bowl of homemade potato salad to the back patio and placed it on the table. Betty popped her head up from where she was curled up on her bed in the corner and out of the way. She would get her leftover treats after the dinner, even though I told Wayne he shouldn’t feed her people food. My favorite men in the world were sitting around the table, chatting and talking about the early fall. I smiled at each of them before going back into the kitchen of Wayne’s house to grab the tray of burger toppings.We had driven down to spend the weekend with him before school started and our schedule got a lot less flexible. Damion had offered to buy plane tickets, but I couldn’t do it. I actually liked the drive. We all got to hang out and just talk. There was no escape when you were locked in a car with someone.My life was good. Better than good. The final puzzle pieces of my life had slid into place. I felt settled. I didn’t feel the need to run. I hadn’t
AlexI opened eyes I didn’t realize had been closed. I stared into his light blue gaze as he rose over me. My hands slid up his forearms and over his biceps, rubbing over the skin that was hot under my touch. He was just as affected as I was.His cock slid over my slick pussy before he carefully nudged forward, breaking through the folds and finding home. He pushed once, and our eyes locked as he joined his body with mine. I felt a tear slide down the side of my face as he pushed himself all the way inside my welcoming body.“Oh, Damion,” I breathed his name before my eyes slid closed and my body finally gave in to the need that had been holding me in a firm grip since his kisses started.“That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing the tip of my nose as my body arched and bucked under his. “That’s my girl. All mine. You’re mine.”I opened my eyes and found him staring at me from just a few inches away. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me until I could no longer think at all. I only felt. I
AlexI didn’t think I had ever been carried. Not like that anyway. I felt like a precious gift with the way he was looking at me. His gentleness was so much different than our usual way. It was strange and sweet at the same time.I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor before stepping out of the shorts he was wearing. I could truly look at the man’s body all day. His thick cock stood loud and proud, promising great things.He was perfect in my eyes. Tall and now very tanned after all our long days working together at the farm. His muscles were more defined than what they were when he first showed up in Geraldine. He had changed. I had changed.“Looking at something?” he asked with a soft smile.“Just admiring the view from down here,” I answered.He reached down, not getting on the bed as he undid the button on my shorts. He pulled them and my panties down my legs before reaching for my arms and pulling me to a sitting position. My shirt was lifted o
DamionI smiled. “I don’t think the money will change me. At least, I hope it doesn’t. It hasn’t so far.”“What do you mean?”“I mean I had the money before I came back.”Her mouth dropped open. “What? You have it? I thought you said you had to wait six months.”I nodded. “I did. Or so I was told. When I went to Harvey to ask about the will and where the farm would go if I turned it down, he told me you and he had talked. He said you told him you were impressed with what I had done and that I was taking it seriously. I told him it didn’t matter and had him draw up the documents to give you the farm. I told him to give the money to charity or whatever. I was in New York when I got the documents in the mail saying the accounts had been transferred to my name. A rather large check was included.”She shook her head. “You turned down the money?”I nodded. “I did.”“But you have it now?”“I do. I’ll admit I bought the SUV with cash. It didn’t make sense to carry a loan and pay interest.”Sh
DamionI heard the knock on the door and walked out of my bedroom to answer it. Sadie was standing on the other side, a soft smile on her face.“Hi,” she greeted.“Hi,” I answered, pulling the door open for her. “I was just folding the last bit of laundry.”“You’re folding your own laundry?” she asked.I groaned. “She told you.”“She did. Of course, she did. There’s a reason I offered to babysit Oliver without you asking. You two need to talk and I’m here to make sure that happens.”“I appreciate it. And yes, I do my own laundry. I also clean toilets and sweep the floors. I’m still the same man I’ve always been.”“I believe you. Now you need to convince her of that.”I shook my head. “You make it sound like it’s easy.”“I think I smoothed the way for you, but if you screw it up, that’s on you.”I laughed. “Good to know. Oliver is in his room. I’m going to toss a load in the washer and then I’ll head out.”“Take your time. My schedule is clear. This could take a while. Don’t give up to
Alex“Sadie, this is real. I’m not kidding. He inherited a fortune. The only reason he is here is to get that fortune.”“Did he say he wanted to leave?”“No, but—”She held up a hand. “Exactly. He came back for you.”I slapped a hand on the table. “This is what I’m trying to explain to you. He didn’t come back for me. He came back for the money.”“Do you honestly think he would jerk his kid back and forth across the country for the money? I don’t know him half as well as you do, but even I know he lives and breathes for that boy. He isn’t going to do anything that would hurt Oliver. He knows Oliver likes it here. Oliver couldn’t stop talking about how much he missed you when they were gone. How much Damion missed you. It’s real, Alex. Very real. Before you push him away, ask yourself if you’re really being rational.”I leaned back in my seat. “You’re being harsh.”“I’m sorry, but I have to be. I can’t let you ruin this. He’s so good for you. You don’t see how different you are with hi
AlexI glanced in the bathroom mirror as I washed my hands and face. I looked like hell. I wasn’t interested in showering. Not yet. I piled my hair on top of my head in a messy bun. Not cute messy but legit messy. I slid my slippered feet along the floor as I made my way to the kitchen. I needed coffee. A lot of coffee. I hadn’t slept much at all. Two nights of no sleep was wreaking havoc on me.There was a knock on my door just as I was starting my coffee. I slowly walked over to see who it was.“I see you,” Sadie called.“You can’t see through wood,” I told her.“Open the door.”“I’m not decent,” I retorted.“No shit. Open it anyway.”I sighed, unlocking the door and pulling it open, expecting the comments about the state of my appearance. “What are you doing here?” I asked.“Wow. This is a bad one. Have you showered this week?” She curled her lip. “I can flip you on your head and mop the floor with all that oil in your hair.”“That’s really not very nice,” I retorted.“You don’t lo
Damion“With that kind of money, I think you can certainly buy love.”“Not real love. I didn’t want some woman faking it.”“Do you think Alex is like that?” he asked, his tone slightly accusing.“Not at all,” I answered. “She’s the real deal. I know she loves Oliver and he loves her.”He was quiet for a few seconds. “Does she know you already have the money?”I shrugged. “I’m not sure. It seemed like she thought I had it or was going to be getting it soon.”“You didn’t tell her you had it before you came back the second time?”I slowly shook my head. “No. It seemed pointless. Alex is stubborn. When she gets something in her head, there’s no dislodging it. I didn’t see any point in arguing. She wasn’t going to believe a word I said. She’s convinced I’ve been lying to her from day one. Anything I said was going to be rejected. I didn’t want to stick around and listen to her insult me or what we had. I didn’t want to get mad and say something I would regret. I left.”“You do that a lot,”