Chapter 29
Lee
The alarm on my nightstand went off too soon. Holding Farrah in my arms was the only thing I wanted. Right now, it felt like it was the only thing I had ever wanted. She was pressed against my body and there was nothing between us to separate us. We were skin on and skin and I loved it. When we slept together, Farrah was completely and truly herself. Now, more than ever. It was beautiful to see this side of her.
Even if this was the only time I would ever see this side of her, it was enough.
When my alarm went off, Farrah and I groaned in unison. I turned my head to her and she looked up at me with a face that suggested she didn’t want me to leave just as much as I didn’t want to.
“I have to go,” I said.
“I know.”
I kissed her, lifting my head. Kissing her quenched a thirst I hadn’t known I’d been walking around with until I had met her. I wanted to spend the whole day in bed with her. I wanted to lie here with her and relish her warmth. There was nothing between us right now, no barriers, no past, no fears, and worries. Only what we felt for each other.
But Hank had asked me on Friday if he could take the day off, and after I had already taken so much time off to spend with Farrah, I had to agree. So, I needed to go into the office since I was the only one that could take care of the ranger duties.
“I hate leaving, but I have to cover the office,” I said, finally prying myself away from Farrah and reluctantly climbing out of bed. I had to shower and change before I could leave.
“I understand,” Farrah said.
“Why don’t you to stay in bed so I can find you here this afternoon when I come home.”
Farrah blushed and nodded shyly. Sometimes, Farrah was wild and daring and I loved it. But I loved it just as much when she was quiet and shy like this. She had so many different sides to her and I loved every one of them.
I leaned down and kissed her deeply. If I wasn’t careful she would pull me in and I would stay, after all. But I had to go.
Finally, I broke the kiss and walked to the bathroom. When I glanced back at Farrah she was lying back on the pillows, the covers only around her hips like they had been when she had sat up. She wasn’t shy. She was comfortable with her body and she had every right to be. Farrah was a goddess.
I had a quick shower, brushed my teeth and dressed in my ranger uniform. When I was done I kissed Farrah one more time before grabbing an apple for breakfast and heading out the door. It was going to be a long day, since I’d cover both shifts, but I the quicker I started, the quicker I could get it done and come back to my woman.
The workday went slowly, despite being by myself. I found myself glancing at the clock every five minutes. I hated being away from Farrah. I wanted to be home with her. What was she doing? I tried to picture her working in the office or making lunch in the kitchen. I thought of her sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee.
Thinking of her made me smile. It didn’t matter what I pictured her doing, I knew she was elegant while doing it. And she was in my cabin, no matter what she did. Farrah was living in my cabin and when I went back home, she would be there.
The change that had occurred over last two weeks struck me. I realized how crazy it all was and how much had happened in a very short time. It wasn’t normal to have met my soulmate and to be with her the way this had all worked out with Farah. Yet, there was no doubt in my mind that this was where I needed to be, and that my life with Farrah, even with a baby on the way, was exactly what I wanted.
I did my rounds of the parkland on the ATV, checking in with the tour guides, and checking the hiking trails the way Hank and I always did. When there were limbs or other debris on the trails due to the wind, I moved it. I checked for tracks suggesting our illegal hunter was back, but found none.
The time ticked by slowly, but when I finally clocked out at five, my whole body was strumming with anticipation. I had been away from Farrah the whole day and I was aching to get back to her.
When I walked into the house, I heard the shower running. Farrah wasn’t in bed where I had asked her to be, but the shower was perfectly fine. I walked into the bathroom.
“You’re not in bed,” I teased.
Farrah looked at me and she was smiling at me. The smile was full of mischief.
“What are you going to do about it?” she asked.
Her reaction made me happy. She didn’t feel like she had to do as I said. She was cheeky, challenging me. This was exactly what I was hoping for. When Farrah was her own person, she was the most beautiful.
I stripped off my clothes, leaving it in a pile on the floor and I joined Farrah in the shower. I stepped into the hot water and kissed her. Her lips were hot, tasting like the water that ran between our faces and something that belonged to Farrah alone. I reached for the soap and rubbed it into a lather before running my hands over her. I soaped up her whole body, running my hands over her flat stomach—where she would begin to show after a while—and then over her breasts which would swell. Her nipples were hard. I ran my fingers over them, tweaking them lightly. Farrah’s eyes were a dark blue, and filled with hunger.
I ran my hand down over her ass and down her smooth legs, working my way back up again. When I had my hands on her ass again I ground my hard cock against her pussy and she moaned.
She stepped under the spray again and washed off the soap. Farrah reached between our bodies and wrapped her fingers around my dick. She ran her hands up and down my shaft, pumping it faster and faster and I groaned. She cupped my balls with her other hand and gave me the most erotic massage I had ever had. My body twitched, waves of pleasure shot through my body causing my muscles to spasm. As I got closer and closer, I lifted her hands away.
Pushing her backward, I pressed her body up against the tiles. She gasped at the contact with the cold tiles, but quickly forgot about it when I moved down her body and kissed her wet skin. I sucked on her nipples, alternating between the two before I picked her up. I braced myself with wide legs on the slippery tiles, so that I didn’t slip.
Farrah wrapped her legs around my hips and I lowered her slowly onto my dick. She moaned when I pushed into her. Pinning her against the shower wall for support, I started sliding into her.
“I’ve wanted this all day,” I growled.
Farrah answered me with a kiss and I kissed her back, pushing deeper inside.
She orgasmed not long after. I loved how quickly she orgasmed for me. I loved how Farrah let herself go with reckless abandon when she was with me.
After she’d orgasmed, I put her down and spun her around so she faced the wall. She gasped when I pushed into her again. Her arms were bent, her chest almost pressing against the tile and she was so fucking hot. This was better than anything I had ever done before. Maybe it was because I was in love with this girl, and because we were having a baby and starting our future together. This wasn’t just a one night stand.
This was love.
I pumped into Farrah harder and faster, and she orgasmed again after a while. Her cries echoed all around us in the shower, and it was a turn on when she fell apart. I didn’t change position again. I pushed into her harder and faster still. Her body was tight now, clamping down on my dick after orgasming twice. It made it that much more intense when I pushed into her and I released in no time. I groaned when I pumped into her, pulsating, jerking, and blissfully releasing.
When it was over, I pulled out of her. She turned around with a satisfied expression on her face. She smiled and I kissed her, pulling her against me in a hug. No matter what we did, whether it was loving or sexual, I loved her naked skin against mine.
After she had rinsed herself off, washing between her legs, she washed her hair. I soaped myself up and rinsed it off again, washing my hair too. We turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower. I took a towel and wrapped it around Farrah’s body. She wrapped another towel around her hair.
When we were sufficiently dry, we left the pile of towels in the bathroom to deal with later. Walking into the bedroom naked, we climbed under the covers.
This time, when I rolled my body tightly against hers, it wasn’t about aching for a release but rather about being together. I ran my hands over her body again, this time worshipping every inch of her body. I kissed her skin, smelling the soap we had used and tasting what I had come to associate with Farrah.
When I had kissed every inch of her body, Farrah did the same for me. We lay in bed together and relearned each other’s bodies as if this was the first time we’d seen each other, the first time we were together.
In a way, with everything behind us and our start on a new journey together, it felt like this was the first time. There was nothing from Farrah’s past that could stop us now. The news about her pregnancy was all good and there was more than enough space for her in my life. Her job made it easy for her to be here with me, my job made it easy for me to support her and our baby.
And my sister loved her.
What could be better?
After another session of lovemaking where I had poured my heart and soul into what we shared, Farrah and I lay together beneath the covers. She ran her fingers over my chest, twirling them through my chest hair. I stroked her arm and we were together in the peaceful silence that often accentuated our relationship together.
It was hard to think that it had been only three weeks ago that I had met Farrah for the first time. It was hard to imagine that in such a short time our lives had become so intertwined that I hardly knew who I was without her anymore.
We may have started suddenly, our meeting swift and our love a whirlwind of a romance. But I had a feeling this was going to last forever.
Farrah was the type of woman that made life that much sweeter, and I was never going to let her go.