Chapter Eleven
Logan came padding into the room the following morning at seven, giving us a much-needed extra hour of sleep. He didn’t seem fazed to find me with his dad. We all got up and found a cartoon on the TV while Lance and I cooked breakfast and made some coffee. It felt almost too comfortable to me and I wondered about that as we sat down at a small table by the window to eat together.
Logan chattered to us about the horses and the cows while I sipped coffee and watched him. As crazy as I was about Lance already, this sweet little boy had made his way into my heart from the very first day. I quietly imagined everything working out – becoming a family down the line. We took him for a walk after eating and watched him run ahead of us through the fruit trees while Lance held my hand.
“Do you want kids?” he asked me. I looked at him in surprise. I wondered if he wanted more.
“I haven’t thought about it too much, but in the right situation… yeah. I always wanted a little brother or sister, but that was not my mom’s cup of tea,” I told him as he looked at me for a long moment. “She wasn’t a family-person like Irene is.”
“You wish that she was?” I looked at Logan for a moment, seeing him climbing a small tree.
“No. I loved Mom the way she was. I do wish she’d have brought me here, though. I wish I had known Irene growing up instead of Mom’s friends. They were great and took care of me, but they’re not family. At least, not to me. Now I feel like I have one. Yet, I wish she were here to enjoy it as well. But she might not have liked it here. Maybe that’s why she never brought me here−she was too much of a city girl.” I shrugged and smiled. “Life is funny that way, though. I guess you know that better than anybody else.”
“I do. I was devastated losing Mama, but Dad became my everything. I followed him all over the ranch, hell bent on learning everything. I’m glad I did, with what happened. It was just a shock that it happened right after Logan was born and I was trying to juggle everything. I spent those months getting to know the business side of the farm as well as the day-to-day stuff.” Lance said, looking over at me as I squeezed his hand.
“You did a great job. He’s a good kid.” I smiled at him. “Do you want more kids?”
“I want to feel right about it if I do. I never felt that way about Lauren since we were only together for seven months when she got pregnant. While I’m not casual about sex, I’m also not smart in some cases. I think Logan was a bit of a reality check for me. But I wouldn’t change a thing.” He smiled at his son, and I felt my heart melt into a puddle in my chest. We made our way to the end of the trees and turned around as we talked about what to do with the rest of the day.
“Have you taken Logan to the movies? It’s the cutest thing,” I told him as his face changed into a slow smile.
“Just a couple of times. We were shorthanded for a bit, and I was working a lot. Want to do that and maybe grab a bite or something after?” Lance asked, and I nodded.
“I’d like to shower and change into some clothes first if that’s okay?” I asked.
“Of course. Want us to come with and field questions?” Lance teased as he bent over to catch Logan, who was running towards us. He flew into Lance’s arms, who spun him around and asked if he wanted to go see a movie with us.
“I suppose. We might as well get this out of the way, right?” I agreed as I watched them, fear suddenly gripping me. What if we didn’t make it?
“I’m sure that Mike and Irene will be over the moon.” Logan reached out for me, and I picked him up as Lance shook his head. “I swear that he’s not like that with everybody. He took to you fast. You have both of the Burke boys at your feet, Brie.”
I laughed as we made our way to Irene’s house, Logan still in my arms. I walked in and asked if everyone was decent, getting laughter and an invite inside from the living room. “I have company,” I told them as we all walked in and the couple greeted us. “Where’s Sarah?”
“Taking a nap,” Irene told us in a glum voice. “Hey there, Logan! How are you?”
I set him down, and he went over to tell her about the movies while Lance took a seat on the sofa across from them. They talked easily while I showered and threw myself together in the bathroom. Today I wore a lovely plum dress with thin shoulder straps and a full skirt with a white cardigan. I considered this a date, and I wanted to dress appropriately, though I kept my makeup light and natural. I slipped my feet into a pair of white flats and went back into the living room to see Lance speaking to Mike and Irene with a serious expression on his face. He glanced at me with warm eyes and smiled.
Lance was perfect, and I couldn’t believe that he wanted me.
We headed back to Lance’s house so he could take a shower. On the short walk there, he told me that they both gave us their blessing and that Irene cried a little bit about us. I smiled and hugged him once we got back to the house before his brief shower.
Going to the movies was perfect and felt natural. We got popcorn and sat with Logan in between us as we held hands over his seat. I knew that it could be awkward dating a single father, but it felt natural with Lance. It could be because I’d been watching Logan, but it felt like more than that. It felt like this was meant to be. After the movie was over, Lance decided that he was starving and took us to a BBQ place around the corner. He and Logan split a plate of ribs and I had some chicken. Logan bounced back and forth between us, trying everything that he could. He had a healthy appetite.
We headed back to the house so Logan could take a nap. I sat with Lance on the couch and we snuggled. “Is this supposed to feel this normal?” I faced him with a smile. “This good?”
“It can be simple sometimes, Brie. I don’t want drama and complication, just a woman that can be with my son and me and be happy. I plan on treating you like a queen because you’re a special girl.” He leaned forward and kissed me as I breathed in lightly. “I knew it from the moment that I saw you.”
“I’ve read about romances on farms in books. It always sounded so cheesy, but I think I believe it now.” I laughed and put my head on his chest. We actually fell asleep ourselves and woke up when Logan started pulling on my hand to wake us.
“Nap too?” he asked sleepily. I nodded and reached out for him. He crawled into my arms and Lance reached around both of us. I looked up, wondering if Mom could see me now. What would she think?
I took Logan to the playroom as Lance slept a little bit longer. He worked hard and deserved it. Logan played with his figures as we listened to the radio and I organized his books on the shelf. I wondered if there was ever a second that this room was organized.
I looked up to see Lance watching us from the door with a soft smile on his face. “Hey there,” I greeted him as he walked in and sat beside me.
“You let me sleep again,” Lance said, kissing me softly.
“Every queen needs to respect her king,” I responded as our lips met again. Logan came over to hug his dad, and I watched and wondered if there would ever be a point where this was uncomfortable for him–or me for that matter. Would there ever be jealousy? Logan had had Lance to himself for a couple of years, and he might resent me somewhere along the way.
Maybe he’d accept me as the other parent, some sort of mother figure since his was out of the picture. This was a weird transition: being single to dating a man with a toddler. I went back to sorting books and let them play as I listened to them.
I stayed the night that night in Lance’s arms, making my way to the house in the morning to get some clothes. He continued to be a respectful gentleman.
After two months, I had clothes in the extra bedroom and I spent most nights in his bed. Every kiss was breaking my willpower down to nothing, and I realized that we moved forward every night. It started with us in our shirts and underwear to just underwear, but that wasn’t enough. I felt so shy when I took off my bra one night after we’d kissed each other senseless, but he looked at me like I was his world.
I was in love with Lance, so fast and so easily. I watched as his hands clung to me and his mouth covered my breasts gently with soft kisses. He slipped his hands down my back and over my hips as I dropped my head back and let out a soft moan. It was perfect, and Lance was everything that I wanted.
We made love for the first time at the four-month mark. Lance worshiped my body every night before that, showing me tenderness and pleasure. He moved slowly, even though I could see the need in his eyes with every kiss.
Lance moved gently with me, kissing every inch of me before he settled his body between my legs and claimed my lips with a hungry kiss. He slipped inside of me slowly, one of the most intense sensations of my life. He took his time to let me adjust.
I let the pain pass by as I stared into his eyes and then lowered my hands down his body to wrap around his ass, pulling him inside of me. Lance leaned down to kiss me as he moved in and out of my body, filling me so full as I moaned his name. It was one of the most intense feelings I’d ever experienced and I took a deep breath before I felt the release building up inside of my body.
I’d had orgasms with Lance, many of them. Those were all on his lips or fingers but the one that was throbbing inside of my body now was going to be explosive. “Lance, I’m so close,” I breathed as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as close to me as I could. “Oh, God. Lance, I’m going to come.”
“You feel so good, Brie. You’re everything that I’ve ever had,” Lance groaned as he moved faster and I rocked with him.
I closed my eyes and dropped my head back as I felt myself give in to the pleasure, moaning through the long waves of the release. Lance murmured to me through it and soon I heard him gasping my name as I felt his heat fill me. We’d planned for this night and I was on the pill so he could be bare inside of me. I loved him and I didn’t want it any other way.
I traced his body as he dropped gently on top of me and kissed my lips.
It was beautiful and sweet, and I cried a little when Lance told me that he loved me afterward.