Susan lay in the hotel bed, wrapped in Tyler’s arms as they watched the closing credits of Farmer Seeks a Wife.
“Well,” she said. “Did you see the color I went when Nolan announced he’d played Peeping Tom down at the dam?” She moaned aloud. “And my mother probably won’t speak to me again for dropping an F bomb on public television. I never say that word. I’d hoped they’d bleep it out.”
Tyler chucked and pointed the remote at the TV.
“Wait, that’s Jennifer,” she said when the news commenced. “I’d love to hear her reaction.”
“Your reality show has proved very successful,” a male interviewer said. “Did you think the public would get behind the show as much as they did?”
“I’d hoped they would. The reality actually surpassed my expectations and the show took on a life of its own.”
“Are you disappointed Farmer Nolan didn’t end up with Susan?”
“Not at all. Two of our farmers have found women with whom they want to pursue a relationship. It’s not my job to force relationships on our farmers. I like to think we give them opportunities to grasp if they seem right for them. Besides, Susan did find a happy ending with Nolan’s brother, Tyler. If it weren’t for Farmer Seeks a Wife, the two wouldn’t have met.”
“What’s next for you?” the interviewer asked.
“Farmer Seeks a Wife has proved so successful the network has given the go ahead for me to produce another reality show. We hope to have more seasons of Farmer Seeks a Wife, but meantime I’m heading back to the township of Clare. The Shakespeare sextuplets have agreed to a reunion show, and we’re going to film them in their hometown.”
“Now that is exciting. I thought they refused to film after the age of twelve because they wanted privacy,” the interviewer said.
Jennifer beamed with excitement. “I obviously approached them at the right time. We intend to start filming early next month.”
The news station cut back to the newsreader who continued to report the day’s events, and Tyler switched off the TV.
“That will get the gossip vine buzzing in Clare. As far as I know, the Shakespeare sextuplets haven’t been together as a family since their parents divorced,” Tyler said.
“Isn’t one a famous model?”
“Yeah. I went to school with them. We were in the same class for a while.” He ran his fingers down Susan’s cheek. “Since we’re finally alone without cameras and friends, I think it’s time to have a private celebration.”
“We’ve been making merry since we got to your room,” Susan said with a grin.
Tyler nipped the fleshy part where her shoulder and neck met, the sharp bite pushing instant messages of lust through her body.
She tipped her head back and fluttered her lashes at him. “But we can do it again.”
“I’ll never tire of celebrating with you.”
Unable to resist, she ran her fingers along his jaw, his dark stubble abrading her skin. “Are you sure? What will you do for a job?”
“Eric and Josie told me I should finish my graphic design course.”
“Would you like that? Can you afford not to work?”
“They offered to pay for my course.” He frowned. “They said they owed me for all the time I’d put into the farm. As far as I’m concerned, they don’t owe me anything.”
He’d put his life on hold to help his in-laws on the farm and raise his daughter, but now wasn’t the time to fight the point. “You could get a part time job. Julia is always looking for security men who won’t hit on the customers. There’s no rush to decide.”
“That might work.” He flashed a grin. “Only one woman I want.”
Their lips touched and immediately the air crackled with sensual tension. She rose over him and his muscles jumped beneath her touch.
His lust-filled gaze settled on her breasts. “I want to make love to my fiancée.” He reached up and sucked her distended nipple into his mouth.
“That feels good.” Already renewed dampness made her ready for him and arousal coiled low in her belly.
He switched his mouth to her other breast, sucking the nipple strongly into his mouth. Each wet pull yanked a corresponding nerve ending in her pussy. Her hand wriggled between them to curl around his cock, the skin smooth and hot beneath her palm. The musky scent of sex swirled around them as she pumped her hand up and down his shaft.
Tyler released her nipple with a wet pop, licked a path over the curve of her breast. His fingers dipped down her body and delved into her swollen labia. The touch made her catch her breath, and the wet rasp of his tongue, the drag of his stubble spiked heady sensations in her. His thumb skimmed her clit, fire whipping through her with each drag of his digit.
“You’re very good at that,” she said.
“Practice makes perfect. Let me get a condom.” He reached over to grab one from the box, and immediately she missed the weight of his hands on her body.
“Hurry,” she said.
He laughed. “We have all night.”
“We’re making up for lost time.”
“Touch yourself. I want to watch while I put on this condom.”
His eyes were dark, full of love and the little smile she’d come to cherish hovered around his sensual lips. “I love you so much, Suzy. From the moment I saw you on TV, I wanted you, and the more I came to know you, the harder I fell.”
“I love you too, Tyler. So much.” When he lay back on the bed and grinned up at her, she straddled him and slowly impaled herself with a hot, wet slide. His cock filled her, pushing the velvet tension inside her to new heights. He met each of her downward strokes with an upward surge of his hips.
Each rise and fall packed her beautifully, gave her exactly what she needed. Her vagina flexed and rippled around his shaft, and she increased her pace, sliding a hand down to rub her clit.
Without warning, she came in long, languorous waves, gasping and throwing her head back to better enjoy the pleasure dragging her under.
“You look pretty when you come.”
Her breath went shallow while her heart brimmed over with pure joy.
Tyler moved, taking her by surprise, and seconds later, she stared up at him. He powered into her with rapid strokes and sent renewed pulses through her pussy. He froze fully embedded, his eyes squeezed shut as his climax thundered through him. She held tight to his shoulders, aware of the happiness, the rightness of being with Tyler.
She traced patterns over his chest and waited for his orgasmic buzz to pass.
“Hey.” His smile was a sexy twist of lips, tinged with sweetness and satisfaction. “Katey is excited about living in Auckland. Once she heard about the zoo and the museum and making new friends, she wanted to pack straight away.”
“Does she know about me? About us?”
“That was the tipping point,” Tyler said. “She’s fallen in love with dancing and wants to be a ballerina. You’re going to show her how.”
“A daughter,” Susan murmured. “I never dared to dream about a child as well as a husband.”
“We could have more, once we’re settled.”
Susan thought about it for a few seconds and nodded. “I’d like that. Maybe in a year or two.”
“Anything you want, Suzy.” Tyler kissed her again and they didn’t stray from the bed for a long, long time.
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