Page 5 of Bloom (Dating a Demigod #4)

Jersey

Timber and I spent the rest of the afternoon working together on the farm. I watched in awe as he brought my poor crops back to full grandeur. He may claim he wasn’t strong and powerful, but watching him control the very earth itself was something to behold.

After a run into town to purchase supplies, we set up cameras and motion detectors all around the perimeter of my property, making sure they were hidden from view.

I downloaded an app on my phone that would allow me to monitor the live feeds, and I would receive an alert if any of the motion detectors were activated.

Timber and I worked together seamlessly.

We were a perfect team as we chose hidden camera locations, passed tools back and forth, and got everything set up.

We anticipated each other’s needs and talked and laughed easily the whole time.

We fit together as though we were crafted for one another, and I suppose we were.

It seemed impossible that we’d known each other for such a short period.

By the time everything was set up, the sun was hanging low in the sky. Dusk would be creeping in shortly, and when I heard a quiet rumble, I looked up, expecting to find gray clouds, but quickly realized it was the sound of my stomach in the still evening air.

“You need food,” Timber announced, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards my house. “I’ll cook for you.” He was taking his ‘provide and nurture’ role very seriously.

“That might be a problem,” I admitted, and his feet abruptly stopped. “Things have been chaotic lately, and my grocery situation leaves a lot to be desired. I might have some peanut butter, though.”

Timber let go of my hand, leaving it cold and lonely, to cross his arms over his chest. “We’ll be fixing that grocery situation tomorrow. And my mate deserves better than peanut butter.” His face lit up with a wide smile. “I know just the thing. Oh, and grab your guitar.”

I didn’t ask questions; he was so excited, I just went with it, eager to see his plan.

So, I retrieved my guitar from the house, and handed over my truck keys when he asked.

Timber claimed that I was too hungry and worn out to drive, and he wanted to keep me safe.

I was fine to drive, but I’d never had anyone worry or care about me in that way, so I happily slid into the passenger side of the truck.

After a quick stop at a local market, Timber drove us out to a wide open field, which was lined with wildflowers and bushes. Sweet, floral fragrance hung heavy in the air, and it was the perfect spot for stargazing as they were beginning to pop across the sky.

We took a seat on the plush grass, and Timber served our food out of the grocery bags; carved turkey sandwiches, grapes, Gatorade (to ‘replenish my electrolytes from working so hard’, how sweet), and two huge chocolate chip cookies.

He apologized for it not being homecooked, but I thought it was perfect.

I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I took the first bite of my sandwich.

The only thing I’d had all day was a cup of coffee.

After that, I was too concerned about my problems, and then busy with Timber.

Actually, I couldn’t recall the last time I sat down and had a decent meal.

Eating or even taking care of myself hadn’t been high on my priority list lately.

When I told that to Timber, he promised to make me dinner every night.

When I tried to argue, he said that he insisted, and wouldn’t take no for an answer; that it was his duty, right, and honor to care for me.

But luckily, I was able to talk him into letting me take him out for dinner dates from time to time.

He wasn’t the only one who wanted to care for his partner.

Once we devoured every delicious bite of our dinner, Timber gathered up the trash and placed it into the grocery bags, which he carried to the bed of the truck.

He returned carrying my guitar, and took a seat next to me once more, pointing to a large, leafy bush covered in what looked like tiny white sticks.

“Remember what I said about singing helping flowers bloom?” I nodded, and he added, “I bet if you play some music, and I sing, we can get those white flowers to open up.” I knew what he could do with his hands alone; I’d seen them in action, but I was intrigued by his suggestion.

“Do you know this one?” I asked before playing a slow, gentle tune; Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.

A gorgeous smile crossed Timber’s lips. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Mine too.” I was no longer surprised by our similarities; they were becoming familiar and welcome. But I was excited to discover them all.

Timber sang the first line of the song, and I was so enraptured by the sound, I nearly stopped plucking the strings.

But I pushed forward, wanting to hear the sweet melody from his lips.

He undoubtedly had the voice of a god. If this song wasn’t my favorite before, it certainly was now.

I had never heard it performed so beautifully.

Every note washed over me, wrapping me up like a warm blanket protecting me from the crisp evening air.

It captured my heart, and burned into my memory.

Almost nothing could have drawn my gaze away from Timber, lost in his song, with his eyes closed, and his body swaying with each word.

But I noticed the bush sitting just beyond him.

The little white ‘sticks’ were stirring.

They stretched and opened, revealing pretty, white, star-shaped flowers.

It was the beautiful backdrop Timber deserved.

The mix of the last strum of the guitar and Timber’s final note faded, leaving behind only cricket chirps and a gentle breeze. His eyes slowly opened, and he smiled at the flowers. “What do you think?”

“They’re lovely. Did our song really do that?” It had certainly felt like magic.

When Timber turned to me, I saw that his smile had turned into a crooked smirk.

“Well, no, not exactly.” I tipped my head and he explained, “That is night blooming jasmine. It opens up around this time each evening; just a wonder of nature.” I’d fallen for the trick easily; I knew a lot about crops, but little about flowers. “But I’m sure the song helped.”

I snorted a laugh, placed my guitar on the ground by my side, and gave his shoulder a gentle shove. But as he fell backwards, Timber grabbed onto my wrist and playfully pulled me down with him, until my hands framed his face, and my body hovered above his.

His breath fanned across my cheeks, and his eyes bore into mine. My heart raced so quickly, it nearly vibrated in my chest, and I could hear it in my ears. I was overwhelmed by a mix of excitement, allure, and need.

I lowered my face to his and touched our lips together. My entire body immediately reacted. He awakened every cell; my hair raised, my skin warmed, and my blood raced.

I parted my lips and slid my tongue between his teeth. We licked and twisted together; slowly at first, but quickly moving more hungrily. My grip tightened in the grass while his hands traveled the expanse of my back, like he couldn’t touch every inch quickly enough.

My cock swelled and thickened until my pulse throbbed between my legs. I couldn’t ignore my need. I dropped my hips and grinded against Timber, feeling his own erection poking against my thigh as we moaned into each other’s mouths. He craved me as much as I craved him, and it was intoxicating.

I trailed my lips across his jaw and down his neck. He took in a deep breath when I gently bit into his neck. I nipped and nibbled on his supple skin as I rocked against him, our hard cocks rubbing together. The friction felt great, but it wasn’t enough. I needed his touch, his skin on mine.

As if he read my very thoughts, Timber slipped his hands beneath the hem of my shirt.

He tried to push it up my back, but it fit too snugly.

I propped my weight up, allowing him to work my shirt buttons open.

His hands greedily traced over my stomach and chest, which were tight and strong from a lifetime of physical labor.

His fingers slid onto my shoulders, and I balanced on one hand at a time as he slipped the fabric down and off my arms. His t-shirt was much easier to remove, and I finally lay eyes on his beautiful body.

His torso was slim and tight, with slight muscle definition in his abdomen and chest. His soft curls rested against his collar bone, giving him the perfect blend of ruggedness and elegance.

His muscles shifted as he grappled at my belt buckle and the zipper of my jeans. He shoved the denim, followed by my boxer briefs, over the swell of my ass. I was grateful for the sudden cool air against my flesh - it felt as if I was moments away from overheating and bursting into flames.

I’d never felt a need like this; never been so turned on I couldn’t see straight, and could think of nothing but the man beneath me. He occupied every thought, every synapse, and I wanted it that way. I wanted to hand myself over to the sensation, and my body over to him.

I kissed him deeply as I snaked one hand between us and popped open his jeans. I tugged the denim until it and his briefs were gathered around his thighs. I pressed my hips forward again, trapping our cocks together. We touched from root to tip, and he was silk-wrapped steel against me.

I humped against him faster, panting into his mouth.

His fingernails sank into my back, pulling me closer.

I pushed into him so tightly I could no longer thrust - only writhe.

Our balls kissed with each movement, sending a tingle up my spine.

Liquid dripped from both of us down our lengths, mixing until we were soaked and slick.