Nick

I park down the drive so my headlights won’t wake my parents, and we tiptoe back to Mom’s garden shed, where Sugarbear’s sleeping for the night, because Mom couldn’t stand the idea of the cow sleeping outside in the elements and getting cold. She lifts her head when we sneak inside, and she moos.

“Aww, you sweet girl.” Kami leans over and kisses her head.

Doesn’t have to lean far. The cow’s growing.

“Who’s a good puppy?” she whispers, and I crack up.

“If the team docs knew I was calling this cow a puppy, they’d have me talking to shrinks.”

“They have no imagination at all.”

Sugarbear moos again and nuzzles Kami’s stomach.

“I still need to find her a forever home,” she says on a sigh.

“Fuck that. I’m buying a farm.”

I’m not, but when Kami turns to me with all that wide-eyed hope, shit.

Maybe I am buying a farm.

“You can’t get a farm,” she says on a laugh. “You’re gone half the year. And you spend at least a solid month playing pranks.”

“So I’ll hire a caretaker. And we’ll get a big farmhouse where you can spend the night if you don’t want to drive back to the city after playing fetch with the cow all night, and Tiger and Dixie and Pancake can get a doggie playground.”

And the idea’s growing on me faster than I can keep up.

“Quit teasing me, Murphy. It’s like you’re trying to talk your way into my pants.”

“Always. Do you know anything about growing avocados? Felicity would shit if we had an avocado tree.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re too far north to grow avocados.”

“Then we’ll build a greenhouse and grow avocados inside and we can make them all organic and tell her she has to say three nice things about you every time she wants one.”

Kami’s shaking her head at me. “It’s like you don’t even want to make her work for it.”

Sugarbear moos in agreement. Stinks like wet cow in here, and my jacket isn’t helping, so I shrug out of it and toss it outside before pulling the door shut on the shed again. My parents moved all the garden supplies and the riding lawnmower to the garage, so the shelves are bare and Sugarbear’s tied to a hook at the far end.

But just for sleeping overnight.

She’ll get free rein of the yard again in the morning.

“You really want to live on a farm someday?” I ask Kami, because I do pay attention from time to time.

“Sometimes,” she says slowly. “I love the open space, and the lack of traffic, and it just feels so…romantic, I guess. I’d probably actually hate it if I lived there. Plus, all my family’s here. All my friends are here. If I moved out to the country—they’d be so far away.”

“I could get you a helicopter. Cuts down on commute times.”

She tips her head back and laughs, and I can’t help myself.

I grab her at the waist and lean down to kiss those smiling lips.

“Ohmygod, you stink,” she says on another laugh.

“I really do,” I agree.

“Maybe you should lose the shirt too,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Done.”

I whip off the polo and toss it somewhere behind me, backing her against the wall between the door and the window and sliding my hands down her hips. “I missed your lips,” I tell her before I rub mine against hers.

“You do that so well,” she whispers.

“I want to do it all the time.”

I graze her bottom lip with my teeth, and her moan makes me hard in an instant. Painfully, instantly, insistently hard.

“Again,” she gasps.

I bite harder, just to the point that she’s panting, and scrape her lip again. She grips my hair and pulls me tight, wrapping one leg around my hip while she dives into kissing me like we might never see each other again.

Fuck that.

I’m gonna kiss her so good, she can’t imagine life without me.

And I know what she likes.

I know she likes when I go exploring under her shirt, but her vest is tight, so I have to get it off. Except I’m fumbling with the zipper like a toddler, because I want her naked so bad, right now, that I can’t function.

All I can do is kiss her and fumble and oh, fuck me, she’s pinching my nipples, and every last inch of my skin is so fucking turned on now, I swear I’m vibrating. My dick’s straining, and who the fuck thought tight jeans were a good idea?

Her hands are everywhere, and I still can’t get the damn zipper down. My tongue’s halfway down her throat, and she’s both whimpering and giggling as she takes pity on me and helps me get the fucking vest off.

“Never wear that again,” I order as I yank her shirt up and cup those beautiful round orbs in my palms. “Or this,” I say as I slide one hand around her back and manage to actually unhook her bra in one try. “I’m taking it too.”

She laughs while she bites my shoulder. “You cannot have all of my bras.”

“I’ll buy you more. I’ll buy you a hundred. But I get them after you wear them.”

That giggle—I want to bottle it and play it on repeat every hour of the day.

Forget the roar of a crowd.

This is what I’ve been chasing my whole life.

Kami.

I drop to my knees, push her shirt up, pull her bra down, and lick her breasts until she’s panting and gasping and digging her fingers into my shoulders and sliding down the wall, legs parting, that delicious scent of aroused Kami tickling my nose.

And I’m not about to let my nose have all the fun.

So I trail my fingers down her sides and dip them under the waistband of her jeans until she’s panting my name.

“I’m going to take these off you, and I’m going to devour your pussy,” I tell her.

“Yes,” she gasps.

Her knees are wobbling on either side of my shoulders while I kiss and lick and suck my way down below her belly button, pulling her jeans and panties down inch by inch until I can bury my face in that sweet little triangle of perfection between her thighs.

“Ohmygod—cow—watching—yes!”

I get one of her legs free, and I hook it over my shoulder to open her for me.

And there it is.

That beautiful pussy glistening and ready for me.

Touching it last night wasn’t enough.

I lick her seam, and she shudders and moans and tilts her hips into my mouth. “Oh, god, Nick,” she moans.

I treat her clit to the same grazing her lips got moments ago, and she bucks against me. “More,” she gasps.

“Oh, I think I’m gonna take my time and enjoy this,” I tell her slick folds. I part her with my thumbs and lick her all the way up again, and yeah, I could totally do this every day.

For the rest of my life.

And it’s not scary. The idea of being with Kami—just Kami—forever doesn’t make me feel trapped.

No, I feel free. Like I’m soaring.

And I’m gonna eat Kami like she’s never been eaten before, because I don’t have a lot to offer, but I’m a fucking god when it comes to—

“I told you kids to leave my cow alone!” my mother suddenly screams, and then it’s wet.

Everything’s wet.

Kami’s shrieking and leaping away from me and trying to cover her cooch and lunging behind the cow, who decides to charge and moo and holy fuck, I have to throw myself against the wall to avoid taking a hoof to the leg.

Mom’s firing a super soaker, and it’s fucking cold, and I’m not in a shirt, and my dick’s throbbing, and she’s still yelling too.

“She’s an animal with feelings and rights and—ohmygod, NICHOLAS?”

I swipe the water off my face and I’m trying really hard not to glare at my mother for cock-blocking me, but it’s fucking hard when my jeans are soaked and weighing down a two-ton erection that’s not getting any relief now because Kami just snatched her own wet jeans from under Sugarbear, and she can’t quite crouch low enough to not be recognized.

“KAMI?” my mother screeches. “Nicholas Archibald Murphy, why are you go—lick—aaaaahh. You leave Felicity’s friends alone, do you hear me? AND QUIT MAKING OUT IN MY COW SHED.”

She leaves as fast as she came, slamming the door behind her.

Sugarbear’s mooing so hard and fast she’s gonna give herself a stroke.

I can’t tell if Kami’s laughing or crying.

Or both.

“Oh my god, your mother saw my vagina,” she moans

“Probably not,” I say. “I mean, my head was in the way.”

“That’s not any better. Oh my god, I can’t get my pants on. They’re soaked. Dripping. Sugarbear, I am so sorry. I promise I’m going to find you a home where people like me don’t try to have sex in your bedroom.”

“Kami—”

“I can never look your mother in the eye again.” She pops just the top half of her head over the top of Sugarbear’s back, and her brown eyes are huge and horrified and she’s blinking really fast, like she’s definitely trying not to cry.

“You know, odds are pretty good that my dad has—”

“Do not finish that sentence if you want to live,” she screeches.

“You are so grounded, young man!” my mother hollers outside the shed. She’s still muttering, and it’s probably something about either telling my father, or being really fucking grateful that she’s not telling my father.

“I told you she was my girlfriend,” I yell back.

“No one believed you!” she shrieks. “We thought you were pranking us because this is too good to be true!”

“I’m buying that farm tomorrow,” I tell Kami. “We can do it with cows and chickens and—”

And there’s the laugh I’ve been looking for.

It’s a little high and tight and unhinged, but it’s a laugh. “You are so very, very wrong,” she huffs out.

“I’m not afraid to get hay stuck in my butt cheeks if that’s what you’re into.”

“Where’s my vest? And my purse? I need to call a Lyft.”

“We could take this back to your place,” I offer. “I probably shouldn’t sleep here tonight either. Bad vibes. Might fuck with my game brain.”

Also, I’m pretty sure I can’t whack off in my parents’ basement shower without knowing that my mother will realize that’s exactly what I’m doing, so even if Kami’s not planning on letting me anywhere near her pussy again tonight, I still can’t sleep here.

I am definitely buying a farm first thing in the morning.

“I need to get some sleep. I’m neutering three dogs tomorrow, including putting neuticles implants on one, and I need to not be that vet who screws the pooch. As they say.”

I wince. “Okay, that’s helping the boner situation.”

She glances down at my crotch, and one of her sorry smiles wrinkles her face. “I’d offer to work that out for you quick, but your mother would probably come back with the whole hose, and poor Sugarbear’s already traumatized.”

The cow’s huddling against Kami, trapping her between the back wall and the shelves. And she’s still snorting out moos while Kami rubs her back.

I’m jealous of a fucking cow right now.

I grab my shirt—which is relatively dry, though it still smells like liquor and beer—and check out the door. “She’s gone. C’mon. I’ll drive you home.”

Kami lifts a brow.

I grin.

What can I say? I’m ever the optimist.