Davis

“I DON’T THINK I’VE talked to anyone this much in years.”  Her pink toenails catch my eye as her legs dangle off the edge of the kitchen counter where she’s sitting as I feed her scrambled eggs.

“Me either.  Decades for me.”  I hold a bite to her lips and she opens.  Things like this drive me mad.  I want to do everything for her, to take care of her and give her the best of everything. 

“And in two days, we’ve managed to do a lot of talking in other ways, too.  Thank God for ice storms.”

“Uh huh.  Eat.  I wore you out last night, you need nourishment.”

“Oh, if I remember correctly, you gave me plenty of nourishment to swallow.  A few times, actually.”  That glint in her eye will be the death of me.

“Open.”  I order and she kicks her feet back and forth but does as she’s told, taking the last bite off the fork with a wink. 

“The guys are due here after lunch.  I need to get you to the cabin, make sure you are set up there and get back here to get this rig up and going.  I’ll be back late tonight though.”

I hate the thought of leaving her, but a drill site with a bunch of rig workers is no place for a girl.  And especially not my girl.  It’s not that I couldn’t protect her, or that any of them would do anything to hurt her—they may be rough, but they aren’t that sort.  It’s just one of the unwritten rules of a site like this: no women.  We all have to work together, twenty-four hours a day, and it just upsets the balance of things to have one guy with his woman in tow while the rest of the crew goes without.

“Fine.”  She pouts.  “I’ve grown a little attached to you, ya know.”  She raises her fingers up to show me a tiny space between her thumb and forefinger. 

“Yeah?  Good, because you’re stuck with me.”

I lean over to give her a quick kiss.

“Okay, I’m going to actually put on clothes today.  How do you like me now?”  She giggles, then hops off the counter and I have to admit I’m a little disappointed about the clothes. Seeing her run around naked for two days has been one of the highlights of my life and to see that ass covered up again is going to be a shame.

“Oh, I like you alright.”  I give her ripe, round cheek a quick smack as she sashays by me.

You have no idea how much, my sweet Babygirl. No idea.

“Hey!”  She grins as she runs into the bedroom and I’m left on my own.

I look out the window. The ice is nearly all melted, the ground back to dirt and my mind turns back to the work that needs to get done.

Disappointment tugs at me again when I see a line of pickups with trailers coming into the gravel drive of the site.

“What the fuck?”  I grimace and throw my head back as I stomp to the trailer door and head outside to stand there, arms crossed over my chest, as the three trucks, each of them carrying three or four workers, park up and start to unload.  A minute later, Tank is standing in front of me along with Henry and Archie, a couple of the new rough necks that rode with him.  This is Archie’s first job and I don’t know much about him yet.

“Why the fuck are you here?” 

Tank looks around and raises his hands.  “Er, cuz we work here?”

“No, I mean you weren’t supposed to be here until later.”

“We missed you, boss.”  He steps forward and gives me a friendly punch in the shoulder.  “I thought you’d be happy.  I called everyone last night, we all looked at the weather and it was all clear.  So you know what we did?  We headed out early.  Things are already behind schedule and I know how you hate that.  So here we are!”

They all grin, standing in a row, hands in their pockets when all three of their heads snap up in unison like they’re some sort of comedy troupe.

“Well, what the hell is this...” Tank busts out with a guy laugh and puts his hands over his mouth in mock shock.  “A girl?  On the site?  No, that will never do, you old dog.”

I’ve always been the one to instill in any of the new hands the code about no females on the site, but right now Tank’s attempt at humor is about to get him something he doesn’t want.

“Hi there.”  Archie steps forward, lowering his sunglasses onto the tip of his nose and before I can turn around I hear Dahlia.

“Um, hi.”  The hesitancy in her voice tells me she’s as surprised as I am by our sudden influx of company.

Tank’s laughing his ass off, so’s Henry, but Archie is moving toward the trailer licking his lips and I do not like the look on his face.

“I’m Archie.  Who are you, beautiful?”

I’m out of the gate and my locked arm hits Archie dead square in the chest.  This newb is about to get schooled.

“Back the fuck off.”  I rumble as my eye starts to twitch and a fire ignites in my belly.  “All of you turn the fuck around. Go set up your digs and do not come back over here until I call your asses back, are we clear?”

Archie is regarding me coolly, a challenge in his eyes, but Tank and Henry have clearly decided it’s the wise thing to shut the hell up and keep their distance.  But their eyes are still trained on the unfolding situation, and I am about to give them something to look at. 

“Fine piece of ass there, boss. Sure she’s not your daughter?”

That’s the last thing Archie gets out before my fist connects with the side of his head.  A second later he’s got a mouth full of dirt as he lands three feet away.

I look around the yard.  “Anyone else have anything to say?”

The other workers are keeping their distance, watching what’s going on.  At the sound of my voice, they all turn and find something else to occupy them.

“I’ll get everyone organized.” Tank says, his voice even and calm, his eyes pinned on me. “I’m sure you’re going to be taking a drive someplace here shortly, yeah boss?”  He clears his throat and nods.

“Get to work.” I grunt as I turn and wave Dahlia back through the door.

TWO HOURS LATER, I’VE got her secured in the cabin.  I’ve looked all around.  It’s a nice place, safe, and I’m only about forty-five minutes away.

“You’ve got food, all your stuff from your car is in the bedroom.”

She’s sitting cross legged on the couch, glaring at me.

“Baby, you can’t stay at the site.  It’s not a good place for you.  I’ll be back though.  Tonight.”

“Just...”  She sighs.  “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to go either, but there’s work I have to do.  And didn’t you say you wanted to come up here and work on writing a book?  You said you wanted to write that children’s book.  You’ve got your laptop, plenty of quiet, no distractions—work on that, Babygirl.  I’ll be here as soon as I can.”

My stomach drops, knowing on a drill site shit can happen and you have to get the work done.  Sometimes it doesn’t happen on the timeline you’d like.

“Did you bring my phone in?”

“Yes.  It’s in the bedroom. We haven’t tried it since yesterday morning, maybe it will come on.  If not, just use the spare.”  I gave her my spare phone, so we can text and call if we need to.  I want to know she’s okay, every minute of every day.

“Come here, Daddy.” 

She knows by now that’s my fucking kryptonite. 

“What can I do for you, baby?”  I walk over and crouch down to where she’s sitting, and her arms immediately go up and around my neck.  My already half-hard dick rises to full height in an instant, nearly breaking in half in this position.

“Stand up. Right here.”  She points a finger to the floor and my balls tighten.  She’s taken quite a liking to worshiping my cock with her mouth and god damn if she’s not got a mouth on her.

“On one condition.”  I swipe my hand from the top of her head down her hair, twirling it between my fingers. 

“What’s that?”

“You come on my fingers first, then I’ll feed you what you need.”

Her eyes sparkle.  In the last few days, she’s taken to my fingers and I can’t think of many things in this world that bring me greater joy that feeling that gush of liquid that fills my hand when I hit that perfect spot inside her and she cums so hard she nearly passes out.

“I’ll take that deal.”  She wiggles her ass on the floor as my hands both tangle in her hair.

“Hurry up, take those pants and panties off and let’s get this party started.”

She’s up on her knees in a flash, winking at me as her hands work the button on her pants.

Her enthusiasm and desire for me makes my heart swell and the words I’ve been thinking for days spill out.

“Fuck, I love you Babygirl.  I fucking love you.”

She giggles and kisses me on the nose.

“I love you too Daddy.  I know, it’s crazy, but I really do.”

An hour and two orgasms each later, I’ve finally got myself out the door and on my way to the truck.

I leave her standing in the doorway waving and my heart is never going to be the same.