Page 44 of The Back Forty (Whitewood Creek Farm #5)

I wasn’t sure what to expect from our free day in New Orleans, but whatever I imagined hasn't come close to how damn good it’s been to be here with Dani and not think about work.

It started in Minnesota, with Dani riding my face in our hotel bed until she came with her thighs clenched tightly around my head and her fingers buried deep in my hair.

Then we moved to the shower where I ate her pussy from behind just as promised before fucking her against the tiled wall.

Not a bad way to start a travel day.

After that, we threw on clothes and grabbed a quick bite at the tiny terminal airport café.

She got her usual: coffee with no cream and a little cup of yogurt that she barely touched.

I went for tea and a greasy breakfast burrito, my favorite travel-day indulgence.

Then we boarded the flight south, where she curled up against me and fell asleep within minutes—one arm wrapped around mine, her cheek pressed to my shoulder like it belonged there and if I have anything to say about it, it does.

I watched her sleep the whole flight. Her lips slightly parted, soft breaths brushing over my skin, those quiet little snores I’ve come to love.

It reminded me of all those times over the past year on planes, in hotel lounges, in town cars when I’d watch her rest from a polite distance.

When I’d wonder what it’d be like to touch her in a way that wasn't accidental.

Kiss her. Tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her forehead and breathe her in like I was allowed to.

And this time, I was allowed to because this time, she was mine.

When we landed in New Orleans, the air was cooler than expected but still warm enough for her to slip off her sweater and walk beside me in that red top that hugs her just right.

We wandered through the Quarter, ate at one of my favorite spots I've been itching to show her and laughed the entire time.

It all felt comfortable. Like we weren’t coworkers or travel companions or even two people figuring out how to be more. It felt like we’d been doing this forever.

It hit me then how much we already know each other.

Middle children from full families, always toeing the line between overlooked and overburdened.

Both raised to please, to perform, to make our parents proud even if it meant pretending not to need anything in return.

Or at least, that's what we’ve internalized without anyone saying it.

I’ve always known her. Not just her work ethic.

Her. It’s a strange feeling moving into a relationship with a woman who’s been one of your closest friends.

There’s no pretense or pretending. No need to impress beyond all the things I want to show her I really am.

She knows me intimately, and I know her.

And spending time with her like this, outside the walls of our usual routines, I’ve been doing everything I can to show her she’s more than her job. That I’m more than mine.

There’s something quiet and familiar in Dani’s drive, in the way she wants to be good at everything. I get the feeling she thinks she needs to earn love the same way that I do and I'm hell bent on proving to her that she'll never have to earn mine because she already has it.

So, every time I feel myself start to talk about the interview we’ve got with the major news network here tomorrow, I shut up.

I refocus on her. The way that she laughs with her whole chest when I point out bad street performers.

The way her hand finds mine while we walk without either of us thinking too hard about it.

I don’t want to ruin the sweetness of this day and the softness in her smile.

The way she leans into me like it’s a habit now.

“You want to just stay in tonight?” she asks when we finally make it back to the hotel. “We can order room service.”

She’s still in those jeans, the ones that are tight, high-waisted, flaring at the ankles, and that red top that brings out the rich warmth in her light brown skin.

Her hair’s a little windblown from the day, her lipstick smudged, but I think she looks better than she did this morning.

Hell, she's always leveling up and it's going to take a lot to keep up with her.

“Do you really want that?” I ask, not because I’m arguing, but because I want her to have the best, first official date of her life with me. Because it’ll be the last first date that she ever goes on.

She flops back onto the bed with a sigh. “Yeah. My legs are tired from all that walking.”

“Good,” I say, grabbing the hotel phone. She doesn't have to tell me twice. I can feed her food then feast on her pussy the way I want to before we fall asleep.

The hotel I picked for us isn’t one of our usual corporate places.

This one’s smaller, more romantic. Five stars, a real restaurant downstairs, views of the skyline and the river.

I’d planned to wine and dine her, really roll out the red carpet tonight, but I like this better.

I like that she’s happy with us having a casual night in .

That she doesn’t need flash. That we can order food, curl up, and call it a perfect night.

After we place the order, I slide onto the bed beside her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close. Her body fits against mine as she wraps her limbs tighter.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask, brushing my fingers up and down her arm.

“How happy I am,” she says softly, then shifts closer until her leg’s hooked over mine and her cheek is pressed against my chest. “It’s so bizarre. This is all so new, but it doesn’t feel that way at all.”

I smile and kiss the top of her head. “I was thinking the same thing.”

“Is this how it’s supposed to feel?” she asks after a moment. “Like… easy? Like I can breathe and not constantly be worrying about what’s going to go wrong?”

“I think so,” I say quietly. “I wouldn’t know. It’s my first time feeling this way too.”

She looks up at me and grins, eyes sparkling.

“I like holding you. I like… cuddling you. Might be my favorite thing,” I tell her as I kiss her lips gently.

“Oh yeah?” she teases. “Your favorite? Better than… other things?” Her hands drift down over my stomach, then lower, until she cups my dick through the front of my jeans.

I swallow as she palms me, already hard. “Well, I do like smelling you. And holding you. That counts for something.”

She hums and presses a kiss to my jaw. “So, you wouldn’t prefer if I, I don’t know…” She pops my button and drags the zipper open slowly. “Did something else right now?”

My breath catches as she reaches into my boxers and pulls me out, already thick and hard in her hand.

“Jesus, Lawson,” she laughs softly. “Were you just lying here like this?”

“You look at me, and I’m hard. And if I’m touching you? Super hard.”

She kisses me again, slow and warm, and begins stroking me with steady, teasing pressure.

Her grip is firm, her rhythm patient, like she wants to draw this out until I’m undone.

It’s so good I could come just like this—her hand on me, her body pressed neatly against mine—but then she pulls back, flips her leg over me until she’s straddling my hips and pushes me flat onto my back.

My cock presses between us, thick and hot as she rolls her hips slowly over top of me.

“Can I try something different?” she asks, breathless.

I press up onto my elbows to watch her. “What’s that, sweetheart?”

Instead of answering, she climbs off me completely, and I groan at the loss, wrapping my hand around my length to soothe the ache as I watch her peel off her jeans and rip off her shirt. She’s left in nothing but a black thong, her full breasts heavy and bare, and I almost lose my damn mind.

“Dani,” I growl. “Come back here and stop teasing me with that body. What are you doing?”

She just smiles completely mischievous and unbothered, and walks to her bag where she pulls out a small black vibrator before striding back over and climbing onto the bed.

She turns it on, and the hum fills the room. I raise a brow as she straddles my legs again and strokes me once with her hand, then runs the vibrator along the underside of my cock. The sensation shoots straight through me like lightning.

“Whoa, now,” I gasp, nearly bucking upward on the bed.

“Just relax,” she whispers, her grin wide as she experiments with the angle and then the pressure. “I’ve always wanted to see what this would do to you. Have you ever used one before?”

"Only on women."

She grins as she pulls the vibrator back, dragging it downwards again. “Do you like that?”

I exhale sharply, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “Yeah. I fucking think I do. It’s just—” I pause, shifting my hips and trying to gather myself. “It’s a wild sensation. Give me a second to adjust to the buzzing.”

She nods, eyes dancing with mischief, and I take the opportunity to grab her hips and pull her closer, my hands sliding down to her ass. I spread her cheeks, palming the soft weight of her, thumbing along the crease as I pull her thong to the side so I can access her tight hole.

“All right, darling,” I murmur, "I'm ready."

She brings the vibrator back down again, running it along my shaft, barely grazing, barely pressing, enough to make my thighs twitch and my breathing pick up.

I can feel my balls tighten, the pressure starting to climb.

Then she leans back just slightly and presses the humming tip right to the soft spot behind my sac, lowering the setting until it pulses in a slow, rhythmic thrum.

“F-fuck,” I groan, the word tearing from my throat as my hips jerk.

"Don't come too fast," she warns. And then she scoops her hair to one side, her eyes locking on mine as she lowers her mouth to my tip and takes me in her wet mouth, inch by inch, her lips hot and slick, her tongue flattening as she sucks me down.

I swear I see stars.

“Honey—” I dig my fingers into her ass harder; my thumbs brush over her rim.

She squirms on top of me, her wet pussy dragging against my thigh as she works me deeper into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she chokes a little around me.

All the while, the buzz of that toy pulses against my balls, and it’s too much.

“Shit. Sweetheart, I’m gonna come. You can't tell me not to come too fast when you do that,” I warn, my voice raw and tight as my whole body tenses.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. No girl I’ve ever been with has done something like this—used a toy on me while she sucked me off like it’s her favorite thing in the world. It’s filthy and intimate and holy hell it’s hot having Dani do this.

She pulls back just for a second, spit glistening on her lips, a string of it still connecting us. I try to resist, try to breathe through it, but the second she lowers her mouth again, her eyes locked on mine, I lose it.

“In my mouth, daddy,” she mumbles against me, mouth full of my cock.

And then she swallows me whole again with a loud choke.

With the toy still pulsing, the sight of her lips stretched around me, the sound of her gagging and trying to take it all but failing beautifully—I come like a fucking freight train.

No warning, no slow build. Just release.

Hard. Fast. Relentless. So much that the strength of it chokes her and she pulls back, my seed dripping from her mouth, causing me to shoot the rest of my release straight into the air.

“Fuck,” I growl, yanking the toy away as she wraps her mouth back around me, licking me clean while my whole body shudders through the aftershocks. “Dani—fuck—slow down, girl.”

She doesn’t stop until I can’t take it anymore, until I’m too sensitive and twitching beneath her to think clearly. She finally pulls off with a smug, satisfied smile, and I reach up to brush her lips with my thumb, smearing the last of me across them before gently pushing it back into her mouth.

“Let me see your tongue.”

She opens wide, sticking it out, wet, white, and coated with me. I groan and lean up to kiss her, tasting myself on her lips, cursing under my breath the whole time that we didn’t start doing this sooner. Like, thirteen months ago sooner.

“I swear to God I shot some on the ceiling,” I mutter against her mouth.

She snorts and collapses beside me, laughter shaking her shoulders as I let my hand drift between her thighs.

“You find that funny?” I ask, smirking as I slide my fingers through the soaked heat of her pussy and drag the last of the fabric down off her legs.

Her grin widens. “I do. Imagine if someone was sleeping and they felt something wet drop on their face.”

I roll onto my side, then push down between her legs until I’m kneeling, face-to-thigh with her slick, greedy pussy. My cock is still pulsing from the orgasm she just wrung out of me, but the second I drag my tongue through her pussy, I feel myself hardening all over again.

“Well,” I murmur against her clit, sucking it into my mouth until she gasps, “guess I’ll have to buy this hotel then. Just to make sure no poor soul ends up with ceiling cum in their hair.”

“You wouldn’t,” she moans, arching against my mouth as I thrust two fingers into her, curling them up towards the sky.

I chuckle darkly, licking her again. “Honey, you have no idea the lengths I’d go to for us.”

I stroke myself lazily in my free hand, the other working her pussy . Her legs tremble as I slide my tongue around her clit, building her up slowly, coaxing every moan and needy sound from her chest.

“You want to come on my tongue,” I murmur, rising, “or my cock?”

Her eyes flutter open, dazed and hungry. “Cock.”

I grin and grip her hips, lining myself up. “Good girl.”

And as I sink into her, slow and deep, filling her all over again, I press a kiss to her neck and whisper, “I'm yours, Dani .”