Page 24 of Evergreen Desires (Wildheart Chronicles #1)
JAKE
I loved the way Beau and I seemed to fit together.
Over the past week, we had fallen into a comfortable routine that often involved a lot of sex.
Being the introverted person that Beau was, we spent many nights at home, cooking dinner together—sometimes with Will, sometimes just the two of us.
We'd watch TV, work on the website, and enjoy each other's company.
Despite the seeming mundanity of our activities, I cherished having Beau beside me every night, our bodies intertwined.
I felt a sense of safety and belonging with him that surpassed any previous relationships I'd ever had. And I couldn’t forget about the mind-blowing sex that left me daydreaming throughout the day, especially when we found ourselves working closely in the greenhouse or riding on the ATV.
"My knight, did I lose you again? You've got that silly-looking gaze," Beau teased, bringing me back to the present.
I stretched up and gave him a quick chaste kiss on the cheek. "My attention is all yours. "
"Yay, I've heard that before," Beau chuckled, playfully slapping me on the ass and causing me to let out a quick yip. "Well, you're not making it any easier with reactions like that." I diverted my attention to the row of plants in front of us.
"So, we don't just plant seeds to grow these plants?" I asked, curious to learn more about the process.
"No, we clone them. And all the plants in here are female, so there are no males to produce seeds," Beau explained.
"Cloning, like in a laboratory?" I inquire.
"Haha, no." Beau grinned, stepping in behind me and reaching around me.
His warm breath grazed my cheek as he began to demonstrate and explain.
"We take cuttings from the bottom offshoots of the plant, dip them in a rooting hormone, and then insert them into new pots with sterile soil.
We then gently firm the soil around them so they stand up properly.
" Beau took a step back, and I immediately felt the loss of his warmth.
"We'll work our way down this row and then back up the other side, taking two cuttings from each plant if possible.
Will has already set up all the pots with soil for us.
We just need to move from plant to plant down the line.
Afterward, we'll water them and move them to their own table.
We'll do the actual moving either when Will returns or tomorrow. "
"Where's Will?" I asked, scanning the greenhouse.
Will always seemed to be that constant shadow while we worked, injecting his lightheartedness at just the right moments.
I understood why Beau took a liking to him, but I could also see how he could come across as a bit much for some people.
Nevertheless, he was a genuinely good guy with a good heart.
"He left early today. He didn’t tell me much about his plans, but I think he's hoping to accidentally run into the police chief at the diner. He also mentioned that the last part for your car arrived, and he's going to pick it up and have it installed today."
"He's awesome. I'm not sure how to thank him," I said, genuinely grateful for all of Will's help.
"He's the type of guy who doesn't expect thanks. As outgoing as he is, he doesn't seek recognition. He believes in helping anyone and would give you the shirt off his back," Beau remarked, smiling at me. "I'm sure he'll love the picture you took of him. That's a thoughtful gesture."
"I hope so," I replied, thinking about that candid shot I captured of him under the hood of my car, wearing a radiant smile. "I'll get a nice frame for it and give it to him. It's a small gesture, but it's the least I can do."
Beau nodded, his attention shifting back to the long row of plants in front of us. "We better get started. We've procrastinated long enough. Tell you what, I'll start on the other side so we're not tripping over each other. If you have any questions, just let me know."
"Sounds good," I said, ready to begin the cloning process and learn more about the kind of work done on the farm firsthand.
Beau walked around to the other side of the row and began the task.
I called him back over three times with questions—clarifications on which shoots to cut, making sure I was cutting at the right spot.
The last time I asked was mainly to double-check myself.
Eventually, I found my rhythm, working my way down what felt like hundreds of plants.
We engaged in small talk and comfortable silences, simply enjoying each other's presence.
It was funny how simply knowing he was close by brought me a sense of calm and eliminated the awkwardness I'd experienced in past relationships.
"Beau, you mentioned that all the plants are female. Is that because females respond better to your Squatch-I-ness?" I blurted out as we worked; it was random, but the question had popped into my head from our earlier conversation.
"My Squatch-I-ness? That's a new one," Beau said, barely containing his laughter. "Well, no one’s really talked about it in years. Will just knows, and we've always referred to it as my powers. That's what my father used to call them."
"Oh, okay. So, do your POWERS only work on female plants?" I asked, playfully defending my choice of words while maintaining my cloning rhythm.
"No, it's more of a cannabis thing. You see, female plants produce the best flowers, which contain the bulk of the CBD.
The leaves, on the other hand, are major producers of THC.
The female flowers become more CBD-rich while waiting to be fertilized by the male plant's pollen.
If they aren't fertilized, the CBD and THC concentrations become stronger. "
"So that's why there are no seeds," I remarked, starting to grasp the concept.
"Well, there might be occasional seeds, but nothing viable since there are no males around—except for you, me, and Will," Beau chuckled as he rounded the end of the table, starting down my side of the row. "You did pretty well. There are only about ten more plants between the two of us."
After pondering his words for a moment, a realization struck me. "So, you're essentially raising a greenhouse full of sexually frustrated plants."
Beau stopped in his tracks, clearly never having considered that perspective. "I guess so, now that you say it that way."
I couldn't resist the opportune moment, so I closed the gap between Beau and me, throwing my arm around his neck and pulling him into a hungry kiss.
He quickly responded, leaning into the kiss and dropping his pruning shears on the ground.
Our mouths moved passionately, both of us gasping for air between each exchange.
The growing bulge pressing against my abdomen made it clear that he was just as aroused as I was.
Pulling back, I remarked, "Well, I guess you have a little sexual frustration happening, too. Now you know how they feel." I returned to the plant I had been working on, trying to maintain a playful demeanor.
Beau growled in response, then walked up behind me, pressing his body against my back and playfully nibbling on my ear. "Not fair. You play dirty. "
"You want dirty?" I swiftly spun him around, pushing his backside against the table.
Slid my hand up his shirt and placed it flat on his six-pack abs, as if I could stop him from moving.
I locked my gaze with his and unbuckled his belt, followed by his jeans, before finally releasing his abdomen.
With both hands, I jerked his pants and underwear down in one swift move.
"Ow!" Beau exclaimed.
Oops. I felt a tinge of guilt. While his cock stood at attention, so hard and eager, my quick action had caught it in his tight pants and caused a slight discomfort before jumping back up pointing straight at me. "Sorry," I apologized.
"I'll classify that as a bit of painful foreplay," he said breathlessly, refusing to break eye contact.
"Well, I'll make it up to my sexually frustrated beast." I pushed him forcefully against the table, dropped to my knees in front of him, and licked my lips, my eyes fixed on his throbbing length.
There was no time to waste, so I took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before sliding down the shaft.
Beau's hands gripped the table tightly as he let out a low moan, his head falling back in ecstasy.
My mouth was warm and wet, my skilled tongue and lips driving Beau wild with pleasure.
I could feel his cock getting harder with each pass of my tongue and with each stroke, the heat and moisture making it even more sensitive, the veins bulging and the head slick with precum.
I took him deeper still, my throat muscles contracting as I took him all in.
It was so big, so strong. I could feel myself getting unbelievably hornier.
I took him in as deep as I could, my head bobbing back and forth as I sucked and licked. Beau's hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting into my mouth as he moaned and groaned.
“Oh, yes, keep it like this and don’t stop for nothing in this world,” he murmured.
The sounds of our pleasure echoed through the greenhouse, the scent of the plants mixing with the heady aroma of our arousal.
My hands gripped Beau's hips, holding him still as I continued to pleasure him with my mouth.
I kept up my fervent pace, sucking and licking until Beau was shaking and whimpering with need.