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Chapter thirty-nine

Only the finest baked good in this establishment

Mason

“Are you sure you want to?” My hand rests on the handle with my truck keys dangling.

Lori slips her purse over her shoulder and gives me a firm nod. “I am.”

I pull the door open and give her a half bow, letting her pass. “After you, baby.” When it latches behind me, I step around to help her into the truck.

“I can do it.” Her lips purse, but she pauses.

“Lori, it’s been killing me these last few weeks to not be able to spoil you like I wanted. Please, let me.” I swing the passenger side wide and hold out my palm for her to use.

Her fingers slide over mine, and she gives me a warm smile as she climbs in.

Just before she lowers herself, I can’t resist giving her delectable ass a light swat.

She squeals and giggles as she sits.

Cupping her chin, I pull her close for a fast and hard kiss. “See? Much better.” Throwing her a wink, I push the door shut before heading to the driver’s seat.

I love seeing that pink flush in her cheeks and the way she bites her lip as she fights a grin.

Tossing the truck into gear, I reach over and knit my fingers through hers, then let them rest on her thigh.

“I like this,” she says quietly, looking down at her lap. Her thumb traces the veins over my forearm as I pull out onto the highway. “Are you still going to like me when I’m a dropout?”

That makes me chuckle. “Baby, I never went to college. Does that make you love me any less?

“No. I just, well…is this moving too fast?” She glances up at me before fixating on something out the windshield. “I can’t imagine what my mother is going to say.”

It’s my turn to comfort her with a slow, circular stroke of my thumb. The hum of the engine drowns my thoughts as I try to put them in order.

“I have a question for you. If your mom said to call it off, would you?” I know how much doubt she carries because of her mother.

It’s my job to show Lori just how much she means to me.

She shakes her head. “Of course not. It’s just, well, the last time I talked to her, she was heading off on vacation. I didn’t even tell her I was going to work for you.” Her face pales. “Oh, God. She’s going to think I just slept with my boss.”

That makes me laugh out loud. “Maybe I need to buy you a French maid outfit? Or, one of those secretary suits with the mini skirts?”

She giggles and pats my arm. “Anything for you…sir.” Her blond lashes bat over the jade of her eyes and she blows me a kiss before pushing my hand between her thighs. The damp heat of her pussy warms my fingers.

Jesus, she has me hard, and we’re still three hours from Missoula.

“Careful. We still have a long drive, we might have to make a pit stop or ten if you keep that up,” I growl.

It’s hard to watch her and the road.

Her voice is husky as she flips up the console between us. “Keep going. I have an idea that will make the time go by faster. I’ve been wanting to try this for a while.” She unclips her seat belt and shimmies her hips closer.

Then she leans over and unzips my jeans.

“Lori, if we crash, I just want you to know I love you and that it’s worth it,” I groan as her hot tongue touches the tip of my stiffening cock.

She giggles, the vibrations moving down my shaft making my balls tingle.

“Your mouth always makes me feel so good,” she says, then suctions my engorged head.

Shit, that feels amazing. Like firecrackers being yanked from deep within my belly.

She frees herself with a pop. “I want to make you feel that way too.” Lunging herself down, she engulfs me with the fire of her throat and wraps my nuts with her cool fingers.

I dare to thread my hand into her hair, but struggle not to try and thrust my full length into her.

It’s better than I dreamed.

And, she makes it almost impossible to concentrate on driving.

She sits up, stroking my rigid cock as she looks at me. “It’s a little salty.”

“You’re fixin’ to get the Pacific Ocean if you don’t stop. Let me find a place to pull over,” I pant.

She circles the seam on the top of my swollen tip. Swiping a drop of pre-cum, she lifts it and licks it from her finger with a tiny moan.

Fuck me, I almost lose it watching her eyes close.

“Don’t. I want you to drown me, husband.” She licks her lips and leans over, then inhales me into the burning recesses of her mouth.

Hearing her call me that, my pelvis bucks on its own, only restrained by the seat belt from pistoning into her. She presses herself to take me deeper, until she gags. Pulling back, her nostrils flare and tears leak from the corners of her eyes, then she engulfs me even further, until her nose brushes the buttons of my open jeans.

I’m so close. My calves start to tremble, and I can’t maintain the pressure on the gas. Glancing in the rear view mirror, there’s no one behind us.

And no one coming, except me.

Stomping on the brake, I let the truck roll to a stop, and push her head onto me.

As she fights the gagging, her throat spasms around me, and I lose control.

The tumultuous eruption pulses from my granite cock, shooting into her greedy mouth with a groan.

She siphons my very soul through my loins, and devours it, swallowing every shattered drop.

I’m so sensitive, it’s painful. My entire body is pins and needles as she slowly pulls her lips off of me.

“You stopped?” A smile flickers at the corner of her mouth.

“Hoo, baby, I had to. If I kept my eyes open for that, they would have popped out.” Cupping her cheek, I pull her for a fast kiss, tasting a little of myself.

Hot as hell.

“I did okay?” She wipes a droplet from her eye and sits back, snuggling against me.

“Unbelievable.” My breathing slows as I try and remember how to drive again.

Good thing there aren’t many cars on this road.

It sets my teeth on edge with how few things she has in her dorm.

Everything is basic. Practical.

Frugal.

“Your mom didn’t help get you set up? Extra dishes? Towels? Blankets?” I think it took me a trailer to haul all the shit Sophia had back and forth to campus.

Her mouth pulls to the side and she shakes her head. “She said I’m on my own, I have to take care of myself.”

I tug her into my arms and prop my chin on her head. “No, I’m gonna take care of you. That’s what family does. Not throw you to the wolves.”

It’s going to be hard not to have words with her mother. She makes me cranky and I don’t even know her.

“She did send a text. She sold the house and said she’d call once she’s back in the States.” Lori’s grip on my waist gets tighter. “That was my dad’s house.”

“Did you have anything there you wanted?” I’d crush her if I held her as tightly as I feel like squeezing.

Her ear moves against me as she shakes her head. “Can’t if I wanted to. She said all the stuff is gone.”

When I hear her sniffle, it makes me ball my fist in frustration.

She didn’t have a chance to claim any of her memories.

Fuck that.

“Do we have everything?” I’m itching to get out of here.

“Yea, you made short work of the boxes. Thank you.” She rises onto her toes to reach my lips with hers.

Wrapping her cheeks with my palms, I dive into her mouth with my tongue. “Baby, I’d move mountains for your sweet kisses. Let’s get out of here, I have a place I want to take you.”

I whisk her out to the truck and load her into her seat.

It really pisses me off how small her pile of belongings is. Why didn’t I notice that before?

I guess I just assumed she had only brought essentials with her to the ranch.

When I shift into park, her eyes widen as she looks up at the sign on the front of the building. “Amish furniture? Why are we here, Mason?”

She’s learning to wait until I open her door. Damn, I was enjoying smacking her beautiful ass.

“New memories, baby.” I don’t let her falter, but pull her in next to me as we push into the showroom.

Fresh cut wood and lacquer give an intoxicating scent to the air. It’s like walking into a lumber mill on a spring day.

“I don’t understand.” Her light brows raise as she looks around then up at me.

“We’re starting a new life together. The ranch is your home, too. Let’s make it ours.” I sweep my arm out in a wide gesture. “Pick anything you want. What doesn’t fit in the truck today, I’ll have delivered.”

Her lips form a perfect “O.” I can’t resist smiling watching the emotions cross her face.

The shine of tears plays in the corners of her eyes.

“I’m so sick of crying all the time, but I keep finding new reasons.” She blinks rapidly, fighting them back.

“Good ones, though?” I hope.

Her head bobs, then stops as she focuses on something behind me. Sliding from my touch, she beelines for a dresser set in the corner of the room.

It has a deep cherry stain that gives an almost iridescent shine. Her fingers glide over the intricate carvings in the drawer face below antiqued brass pulls.

“It’s perfect,” she whispers.

When I get closer, I can make out the details she lovingly strokes.

Wheat bundles mirror each other in a delicate arch.

My palms circle her waist from behind and press against her lower belly. She leans against my chest, her nails still lightly following the grooves in the smooth wood.

“What started with flour and biscuits has ended with a bun in the oven.”

We both laugh so hard, the woman behind the counter raises her head over her desk.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” she asks with a polite smile.

I nod at her and point to the bedroom set in front of me. “Yes, loading these up, please.”