Chapter 18 – Connor

3 Months Later

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Nothing had changed on the ranch. Chris, Tony and I continued to work away with the horses, and Alfie continued going to school. I dabbled with the idea of hiring a new nanny for him, but he had been in a bad mood ever since Lesley left. I couldn’t get him to eat his vegetables or fruit, wash his hands before dinner, or help him finish his homework in time. He was going to turn eight in a few months and I already knew that I needed to come up with a plan to help him live the life he deserved. It was just that I’d run out of ideas.

Chris had taken him to school that morning and picked him up as well. I still had a few more hours of work remaining to do and, according to Chris; Alfie had slumped down on the couch in front of the TV and refused to get started on his homework. I knew I needed to discipline him, and I had no idea how Lesley had managed to do it.

I missed her. I missed her every day. It had been three months since I’d last met her or spoken to her, and even though I thought about her constantly, my only hope was that she was happy. I hoped that she’d finally gone to law school and lived the life she always wanted to live. I was nothing more than a rancher, with a seven-year-old disobedient son and nothing more to give her. She was wise to stay away from me. She was better off without us.

We led the horses back into the stables and shut down for the day. With Lesley and her delicious dinners gone, Chris and Tony had started to drive down to the local diner for their meals. I was walking back towards the house, trying to come up with something creative to cook for Alfie and myself for a change.

When I walked into the house, I was initially surprised by the lack of the TV sounds. Alfie usually always had his cartoons on loud around this time, but the house was silent. As I rubbed the soles of my boots on the mat at the door, I got the first whiff of casserole. With my brows crinkled, I charged into the house. I thought I was going crazy. I thought I was imagining things, but the scent lingered and I followed it into the kitchen.

I saw her right away: Lesley in a beautiful floral dress, the apron tied around her waist. She was bent in front of the oven, sliding a casserole out, with oven mitts on her hands. She and Alfie looked at me together. He was sitting at the kitchen table, his homework spread out around him.

“Daddy! Lesley’s back!” he squealed and jumped off his chair to come running to me. I couldn’t even lift him up in my arms. I didn’t know what to say to him or to Lesley, who was now placing the casserole on the kitchen table. Her long brunette hair was tied up in a messy bun, some stray strands falling around her face delicately. Her green eyes were sparkling with excitement. Her breasts were as firm and juicy as I remembered them, stretching her dress. I studied her closely, staring at her like she was a ghost in a dream. Then my eyes fell on the ring on her finger. She was wearing my ring.

“Hello, Connor . . . I took the liberty of making us dinner,” she said and stood at the table with her hands clasped together. She was smiling that smile that made my heart ache.

“Lesley . . . ” I breathed her name while Alfie ran in circles around me excitedly.

“Alfie, why don’t you take your homework to the living room? Give daddy and me some time to talk?” Lesley said to him and, just like before, he didn’t need to be told twice. He obeyed Lesley immediately and started collecting his things.

I couldn’t stop staring at her, I couldn’t even find the words to make a sentence.

When Alfie left, Lesley took a few steps towards me. I still felt like I was imagining it all.

“I love you, Connor. I never stopped loving you, and, believe me, I tried,” she said, meeting my eyes confidently. That smile hadn’t left her face and I couldn’t believe a word I was hearing.

“You’ve come back . . . ” I said, more to myself than to her. Lesley smiled more widely, amused by my reaction. She stepped closer to me, close enough for me to be able to touch her if I wanted. But I couldn’t touch her. I was afraid that if I did she would vanish into thin air.

“I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted,” she said suddenly and the smile dropped from her face. She had mistaken my shock for anger and I lunged at her, grasping her face in my hands. I pulled her closer to me and Lesley gasped. Her mouth parted. She was inviting me to kiss her, and there was nothing more that I wanted to do.

“I’ve spent the past three months dreaming about this day. I didn’t think it could actually happen,” I growled. She was smiling again, biting down on her lip as she stared at me.

“Kiss me then,” she whispered. Just like with Alfie, she didn’t have to ask me twice. I lowered my mouth roughly to her, claiming her in a heartbeat. She opened her lips and my tongue slid in, tasting her, breathing into her. My body shook from the overwhelming emotion of having her in my arms again. She kissed me back with force.

I tore away from her, my breathing constricted in my throat.

“Come with me,” I growled. Grabbing her by her hand, I led her out of the kitchen.

The TV was on in the living room. Alfie was occupied.

“But dinner . . . Alfie needs to finish his homework,” I heard her say, but we were already halfway to the back door.

“It can wait. We’ve waited for three months already,” I said as we left the house together. Once outside, we were both running. I could hear Lesley laughing. I joined her as we ran towards our secret patch of trees.

We had barely even reached it before she threw herself into me. I fell down to the ground and she followed me. I was holding her by her waist as we kissed again, this time more slowly, more passionately. Like long lost lovers who were finally united.

Lesley’s hair fell over my face as I stared up at her. We were both smiling and happy. I tucked some of her hair behind her ears. The sky was clear and sparkling with stars over her head as she sat on me, her legs astride my waist.

“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me, Lesley,” I said and she leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, Connor. I couldn’t stay away any longer. I wanted to see you and Alfie again,” she said and we kissed again. We couldn’t stop kissing each other. When she pulled away, Lesley’s eyes were lit like the stars above us.

“I love you,” I said softly and I dropped my hands from her face to her breasts. I caressed them and she closed her eyes. My thumbs searched out her nipples and I teased them so that they were finally erect and pebbled under the fabric of her dress. My hands travelled down, tracing the shape of her torso, the curves of her hips, and then I found the hem of her dress. She gasped when I started dragging it up. She leaned over and placed her hands on my chest, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.

When her hands met my bare chest, I arched my hips so that she could feel the erection in my jeans. Lesley bit down on her lip and pressed herself down on me. Even through my pants, I could feel the dampness of her panties. She wanted me. She had been waiting for me the way I’d been waiting for her. And now there was no time for anything else. Foreplay was out of the question.

“Lesley, I have to have you now,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to control my desperate need for her.

She reached for my belt and undid the zip. With one quick movement, she had pulled my pants down, sliding them under her till they fell around my knees. She remained sitting on me, astride, her dress ballooned up around her waist.

She played with my cock, teasing it out of my pants as she stretched herself above me. I reached for her breasts, cupping them, squeezing her pebbled nipples. Lesley moaned and bit down on her lip, holding my gaze strongly as she stroked my cock.

I was ready to be inside her. I was ready to feel her tight pussy enveloping my erect cock. She started rocking as she stroked me, sliding her small hand up and down the length of my throbbing head.

“Take off your panties, Lesley,” I said gruffly, squeezing her breasts and holding her in position. She obeyed my command, lifting herself off me to quickly pull down her panties. When she sat back down on me again, I could feel her wetness on my thighs. There were goosebumps on her arms and she was smiling sultrily.

I reached for her pussy, quickly slipping two fingers into her folds because I wanted to feel her softness. Lesley moaned, rocked herself, and latched on to my cock again. She pleasured me as I pleasured her, sliding my fingers in and out of her wet, hot core. She was soft and juicy and her folds felt like they were throbbing with desire. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, slowly and in circular motions at first.

She was stretching her torso, moving her body in a suggestive motion as she sat on me. My cock was bursting at the seams, the tip covered in pre-cum, yet she didn’t stop stroking. I knew I was nearing the edge. I didn’t want to explode in her hands. I wanted to be inside her, fucking her hard as I came. I wanted us to come together.

My fingers stroked her, my thumb circled her clit, and, finally, I knew it was too much to bear. I slid my fingers out of her pussy and I lifted her up by her waist. Lesley giggled lightly, but I couldn’t laugh. This wasn’t funny. I was possessed by an urgent animalistic need to have her, and the wildness inside me would not be satisfied till I had exploded inside her.

I crashed her down on me, angling her pussy to slide down around my cock. I grunted and she moaned as her pussy enveloped me. She was tight, and my cock squeezed in, inch by inch. I trusted with force until she was sitting on me, my cock completely inside her.

The giggle had gone from Lesley’s voice. Now she was staring at me wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open as she tried to accommodate my cock in her pussy. I didn’t give her time. I started thrusting immediately.

Lesley bounced on me, her moans growing louder. I glared at her big, juicy breasts. I could feel my cock reaching deeper inside her, stroking her most sensitive spot. She fell forward, clasping me by my shoulders as she began riding me like she was riding a horse.

We both started moving in the same rhythm, my cock thrusting in and out of her. Her body bounced over me as she pleasured herself.

“You are so beautiful, Lesley,” I groaned as I shoved my cock deep inside her. Her body shuddered and she moaned in response. I reached for her left breast, squeezing her nipple tightly and she winced in pleasure and pain.

“I’m going to come, Connor. I can’t hold back . . . ” she cried. I smiled at her. I didn’t stop thrusting. She moved her hips over me.

When Lesley came, she bit down on her lip, moaning and grinding herself into me. I pushed and pushed, feeling her pussy ooze its juices on my cock. I slipped and slid inside her, deeper and deeper, until I knew I was going to come too.

I squeezed her breasts hard, using them as support as I came. I felt myself shoot inside her, depositing my seed into her as my body shook. I growled and grunted, experiencing the final release. There was nothing that I had wanted these past three months more than to be inside her, to move inside her, to release myself inside her.

I came hard. My breathing grew so harsh that I felt numb. When I finally let go of her, I realized that I had been gripping her breasts too strongly. Lesley’s mouth was hanging open, her lips glistening with her own saliva. Her green eyes were bright and dim at the same time, like she didn’t know where she was.

I moved my exhausted cock inside her pussy, still tight, and then she broke into sudden earth-shattering laughter. Lesley threw her head back and laughed, sliding herself off my body. She settled down beside me on the grass. Her dress was up to her waist still. I could see her wet pussy, engorged and pink from my cock slamming into her. I reached for it, and I placed my hand on it . . . still warm and throbbing. Her body shuddered as she smiled and turned to me. Her pussy felt like home . . . like home had finally returned to me. Lesley’s cheeks were flushed, and in the dark moonlight of the night, I could see that she was happy.

“Are you happy, Lesley?” I asked her. She looked surprised by my question, but only for a moment. She bit down on her lip, a habit of hers that I loved. It made her look even more beautiful and I hoped that she would only look at me that way. When she reached her hands over to my ruffled hair, I caught the ring sparkling in the moonlight.

“Why do you think I’m here, Connor?” she asked in a serious voice, moving hair away from my eyes. We knocked our foreheads together, smiling at each other in happiness. So many years ago, when I babysat her one afternoon while her parents were away, I would have never thought that kid would grow up to become the woman of my dreams.

“We should go back in so I can reheat the casserole. I bet Alfie’s wondering where we went,” she said with a smile on her face. Before she could get up, I pulled her into my arms again and we kissed.

“You’re sleeping in my bedroom tonight. I believe it’s time we told Alfie,” I whispered in her ear.