I got dressed to go into town. I put on the same outfit I had changed into on the first night. Black leggings, a white tank top, and my long blue cashmere sweater. I pulled on my brown leather riding boots, which, after the mud puddle and a day of working on the farm, looked like they had seen better days. I braided my hair to the side and put on a little mascara and lip gloss and ran downstairs to meet Jack.

He was waiting for me in the kitchen. “You ready Freckles?” He said smiling at me. I nodded, and he grabbed my hand pulling me towards the door. When we walked out, I saw a brand new red pickup truck parked in front of the house. It had the Colton Farms logo on the side of it. As he opened the door to get in, I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What’s up with the new truck?”

“I had one of the guys bring up a farm truck, I couldn’t stand for you to ride in that piece of shit one more time.”

I laughed, “So what’s up with that old truck, sentimental value?”

He chuckled. “It belongs to my farm manager, Ted. I let him borrow my SUV to drive to Florida. It probably does have sentimental value to him. I’ve tried to get him to buy a new one. Lord knows he can afford it. Between he and his wife, Sarah, I pay them a small fortune.”

As we pulled out of the driveway, I couldn’t help but stare at him. His brown sandy hair was perfectly messed up. A stubble covered his perfect rigid jawline. His emerald eyes sparkled as he looked over at me. I thought about everything we had done since last night. I can’t believe I fucked him out on the back porch. Then lying in bed naked with him drinking wine. It was so intimate. When he asked me to touch myself, I was embarrassed, but when I watched him touching himself, I was so damn turned on that I wanted to do anything he asked. And hell, that thing he did to me in the shower…I never thought I would like anything like that. But all I could think at that moment was that I wanted more. I felt red heat rising to my cheeks.

His face broke into a wide grin—putting his perfect dimples on display. “You’re blushing Freckles. What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” I said smiling at him.

“Oh, I think you’re thinking about something. Probably the same thing I’m thinking about right now.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course, he knew. I laid my head back on the seat. “God, the stuff we’ve done, Jack—I never thought I’d want to do stuff like that.” I was embarrassed but I didn’t want him to think that I regretted it.

He laughed. “Claire don’t be embarrassed. I wasn’t kidding when I told you last night—I had never done that with someone and that thing in the shower, that’s new for me too. I don’t know what it is about you. I just want to know every single part of you. It’s never been like this with anyone.”

I was still embarrassed. I didn’t say anything—but whatever he was feeling, I was feeling it too. There had never been one way he touched me that I didn’t love.

“Claire?”

I looked over at him grinning. I could feel that my face was still red. “Can we stop talking about this?”

He laughed, “Okay, but I can’t promise I won’t be thinking about it.” 

We walked into Smithfield’s—it was much bigger than I expected. Jack was right. It seemed to have everything. I scanned the massive place as he held onto my hand. A white-haired heavy-set man walked up to us. “How are you, Jack?” Jack let go of my hand and shook the man’s hand and quickly laced his fingers through mine pulling me closer to him.

“Bob this is Claire Hawkins, she’s going to be doing some work out at the farm.” 

The old man’s eyes twinkled, “It’s nice to meet you Claire, I’m Bob. What y’all lookin’ for today?” He asked looking towards Jack.

“Claire needs some clothes. We’re just gonna look around, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. Y’all need some help?”

Jack laughed. “Nope. I’m pretty sure she’s an expert Bob.”

I slapped Jack on the arm and Bob chuckled. “I’ll bet she is. I’ll leave you to it. If there’s something you can’t find or a size you need, let me know. I can check the back or order it if you need it.”

Jack patted him on the back. “Thanks Bob.”

Jack went over and grabbed a shopping cart. I laughed at him. “Is that really necessary?”

“Oh, it’s necessary. You don’t expect me to carry everything, do you?”

I stopped in front of the store. There was a display of t-shirts. I spotted a light grey one that had the Tennessee state flag on it. It was $9.99. I picked it up and threw it in the cart. Jack laughed. I looked at him. “What? It’s cute.”

“I agree Freckles. It’s a good start, let’s keep going.”

When we reached the clothing section, I went straight to the back wall that full of blue jeans. I found my size and looked at the price tag. They were $39.99. Holy shit. I’d never paid less than $200 for a pair of jeans. How could they be so cheap? I got every single pair in my size—there were six of them, and I threw them in the cart. I watched Jack smiling at me as I started looking at tops. He was clearly happy.

I found some cute plaid flannel shirts and pulled one of each color—they were $19.99. I was amazed that clothes could be so cheap. I didn’t intend on buying this much, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t too worried. I would pay Jack back before he even got the bill and I knew he wasn’t worried about it either. I found some solid color t-shirts and put a bunch of those in the cart. There were some long sleeve waffle knit Henley shirts and I grabbed a couple of those. Then I found a denim jacket and a couple of cute dresses that were in a floral print. I found a long off-white, cotton cardigan sweater and tossed it in the cart. Jack stood behind the cart smirking at me. “What? I can’t help it—this is all such a good deal.”

“Nothing baby. I’m loving this. Keep going.”

I looked around for underwear and found a bin full of them marked 3 for $10.00. They were cute—silky with lace, not as nice as the ones I had, but still cute. I got one of every color. And then I grabbed a few matching bras. I walked over to the wall beside them and saw six pairs of cotton panties in a plastic package. They were Fruit of the Loom. I hadn’t ever seen underwear in a package like that. I studied them for a second. They looked comfortable. Jack came over and grabbed them out of my hand. “Not gonna happen darlin’”

I laughed at him and then walked over to the men’s section and put a package of three cotton boxers, size small, in the cart. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Pajamas,” I said.

“Baby,” he whispered in my ear. “You don’t need pajamas.” I laughed, but I ignored him and went in search of tank tops. I found a few and threw them in the cart.

“Okay. I think we’re good.” I said smiling at him.

“Almost. You need socks. Short ones and heavy boot socks. Go pick them out and I’ll be right back.”

I picked out some socks like he told me to and he walked around the corner with three jackets. “You’ll need these.” He said holding them up. One was a long red Colombia raincoat, another was a champagne colored fleece pullover, and the other a windbreaker with a hood that was a blue-green color. I tried them all on and they fit. I looked at the price tags, they were each over $100 dollars. I looked at Jack. “You need them Claire—there will be some cool nights coming up and if you really want to camp, fish, and ride—you need these.”

I took them and put them in the cart. I started looking through the cart trying to mentally add up the cost everything. Jack left and came back a second later holding a pair of equestrian jeans. They had built in suede on the back and on the inseams of the legs. I looked at the price tag, they were $125.00. I looked at him again. “Jack. I’m trying to be better about spending.”

“Claire—really. Stop. Those boots you’re wearing cost more than this whole cart full of clothes. You need these. I’ll buy this stuff—you know it’s nothing. Let me.”

I was a little irritated, but he was right. “Okay Jack, but you aren’t buying anything. I’m reimbursing you for all of this.”

He shook his head, “Whatever you want Freckles.”

“I want.” I said to make sure he knew I was serious.

“Boots Freckles. Come on.” He said pushing the cart towards the shoe department.

As soon as we got back there, he grabbed my hand and led me to a bench. “Sit. What size do you wear?”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Eight.”

He called for Bob and I watched the two of them disappear into the back room. Jack came back carrying three different boxes. He handed me the first pair, “Try these.” They were Hunter rain boots. I slipped them on and stood in them. “Those are for mucking out horse stalls and jumping in mud puddles—also you can wear them if you decide you want to help Sarah with the vegetable garden.”

I looked at him smiling. “I want.”

He handed me the next pair. I pulled them out of the box. They were soft tan leather with a small flat heel. They looked a lot like the boots he wore. I slipped them on and they felt like butter—there was some sort of gel stuff in the bottom. “Oh my gosh. These are so comfortable.”

“Those are work boots. You can walk in them, hike in them, ride in them, wear them to feed the animals—anything you want really.”

I looked at the box and they were $350.00 but they felt so damn good on my feet, I wasn’t going to argue.

He handed me the next box. I recognized the brand, Lucchese— high-end cowboy boots. The price tag said $1,199.00.  I opened the box to see a beautiful pair of red leather boots. “Jack. No way.”

He smiled at me. “Those are for me Claire. Try them on.”

I smirked at him. “If they’re for you Jack, you should try them on.”

He scooted closer to me and leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Try them on baby. I keep picturing you wearing these with that little denim dress you had on the other night. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing that little dress with these boots wrapped around me.”

I could feel my face turn bright red. Heat spread between my legs. I felt myself throbbing with need. Damn him. I pulled them out of the box and slipped them on. “Okay, but if they’re the least bit uncomfortable I’m not getting them.” Jack smirked. I knew I was lying. I was going to get them.  I stood up and they melted into my feet. I looked at them in the mirror. I couldn’t help but smile. They even looked cute with what I was wearing. “Okay.” I said trying to wipe the smile off my face. “But I’m not reimbursing you for these.”

He laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I told you they were for me. Hand them to me, I’ll put them back in the box.”

“I think I’ll just wear them,” I said trying to sound casual.

He walked over and kissed me. “God Claire. You’re so sweet.”

Jack pushed the cart to the front of the store and Bob laughed— “You’re right Jack, I think she’s an expert.”

I’m pretty sure we made Bob’s day. The total was almost $3500.00. It made me feel good to help even though I had promised myself not to be irresponsible about spending money.

We spent the rest of the morning driving around Spring Hill. Jack showed me everything. I soon figured out that he owned almost the land in the county. We stopped at the diner for lunch and Suzie was ecstatic to see me. She gave Jack an “I told you so” look. I ate the best fried chicken I had ever tasted in my whole life and then she brought me a piece of apple pie. Everyone in the place knew Jack and stopped to say hello. He introduced me by name to each one of them. I loved every minute of it.

On the way back to the farm, Jack reached over and put his hand on my knee. The further we drove, the more his hand inched up my leg. I shifted in my seat to try to stop the throbbing between my legs. He finally smiled over at me, “Are you as horny as I am?”

I laughed. “Probably more.”

“Touch yourself, tell me if you’re wet.”

I already knew I was. But his words were turning me on. “Jack—not in the car.”

“Nobody is ever on this road this time of day. And even if someone passes us, they can’t see in—the windows are tinted. Touch yourself, Claire.”

I couldn’t believe I was going to do it, but I was. I slid my hand down my pants and started rubbing my clit. I tilted back my head and closed my eyes, letting a small moan escape.

“Fuck Claire. Pull down your pants, I wanna see.”

I opened my eyes and looked over at him. “I can’t.”  

“Yes. You can.” He said as he took a sharp left turn down a dirt road. “Pull down your pants, it’s private out here.”

I tugged on the waistband of my leggings and pulled them down with my panties and spread my legs and started running my finger between my folds. I felt the truck come to a stop. Jack was breathing hard. “Fuck Claire. That’s so hot. Keep going.” I watched him unbutton his jeans and pull his hard dick out of his pants.  “Touch your clit baby.” I felt heat rising to my face as I did what he asked. He stroked himself and I watched as I kept rubbing my clit.

We looked at each other and both laughed a little. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. It was crazy. “Claire, you’re so beautiful. I want to watch you come baby. Keep going.” His words sent me to the edge. I pressed down against my clit and started to move faster. I groaned as I watched a tiny bit of come drip out of his hard cock.

“Jack.” I said breathlessly.

“Don’t stop Claire—watch what you’re doing to me. Look at how hard I am. This is for you, baby.” His voice was hoarse as he moved his hand faster up and down his dick. It was sexy as hell. “Put your fingers inside Claire. I want to see them go inside.” I did what he asked, feeling myself dripping around my hand and my walls shuttering around my fingers. I moaned. As I came, I looked over at Jack, watching the come spurt out of his hard dick. Dear lord, I shouldn’t have loved watching that, but I did.

We both laughed, trying to catch our breath. Jack reached into the glove compartment and pulled out some napkins to clean himself up as I pulled up my pants. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me to him kissing me. “God, I love—that was so hot Freckles.” He backed up the truck and turned around like a bat out of hell.

“What’s the hurry?” I asked laughing as he sped down the dirt road. 

“I have to get you home. I’m hard again.” He said laughing.

I looked at him innocently, “What are we going to do when we get home?”

He chuckled, “I’m going to make love to you baby and then we’re going fishing or riding or whatever you want to do.” He winked at me and my heart melted a little.

He pulled me up the stairs to the front porch. He was practically running. We were out of breath when we stepped in the house. Jack tossed all the shopping bags on the floor and bent over to take off his boots. I stood and watched him giggling as he didn’t even bother unbuttoning his plaid flannel shirt and pulled it over his head. “What are you doing?” I asked laughing.

He looked at me smiling. “Getting undressed. You’re behind. You better catch up.” He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled off his underwear with them. He was hard, and he looked beautiful standing there with the sunlight streaming through the windows.

I bent down to take off my boots still laughing at him, “You are crazy, Jack Colton.”

“Crazy about you Claire Hawkins. You’re taking too long.” He said smirking at me as he walked towards me. I peeled off my sweater and before I knew it he had taken off my tank top and bra. He pushed my leggings down my hips along with my panties and I reached down and pulled them off, kicking them aside on the floor. He pulled the hair tie off my braid and ran his fingers through my hair so that it fell around my shoulders.

I should have felt awkward standing with him completely naked in the kitchen in the middle of the day with the sunshine bursting through the windows. But I didn’t at all. Everything about it felt right. He grabbed my face in both of his hands and kissed me passionately. His kisses slowly drifted down my neck, then my chest, until he found my breast. He held my breast in his hand as his tongue flicked back in forth over my nipple. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, then he lightly pulled it between his teeth, and then went back to gently kissing and licking it again. He moved to my other breast repeating the erotic teasing as I felt an intense ache between my legs.

His hand finally drifted to my legs and he began to gently stroke me. He pulled back and looked at me intensely, “I need to show you how I feel about you.” He picked me up like it was nothing with one arm around my back and the other underneath my knees. He carried me over to the couch and laid me down and then climbed on top of me. His body was pressed against mine as he pinned my arms on either side of my head interlocking his fingers with mine.

He leaned in to slide his tongue into my mouth as his erection nudged at my opening. I pressed my hips up against him with need as he devoured my mouth with his. He slowly pushed himself inside of me. He pressed himself as deep as he could go and the sensation of him filling me up was overwhelming. He didn’t move at first. Our pelvises were locked tight against each other and I was barely able to move my hips, but the slightest movement stimulated my clit causing me to want to beg him for more. He stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes as his hips began to move. His movements were slow and deliberate as he pulled out of me and pushed himself back in, each time pressing against my clit.

Our eyes were locked together searching for answers, needing more, as he made sweet love to me. It felt incredible—so incredible that I wanted it to last forever. I didn’t want to come yet, I didn’t want it to be over. “Do you feel it, Claire?” He said still staring at me as he continued to move slowly in and out of me.

I swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“Do you? Promise you’re feeling what I’m feeling.”

“I do. I promise.” I said feeling a tear slip out of the corner of my eye.

He leaned down and kissed the tear away from my cheek. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I knew what he was saying. He was saying he was in love with me without saying it. I felt it too and there was no mistaking what was in his eyes.

“It’s the best feeling in the world.” He said to me smiling as he continued to make love to me.

I smiled back at him. “I don’t want it to end, Jack.”

“It’s just the beginning,” he whispered.

My breathing increased as we continued to silently stare into each other’s eyes while we made slow love to each other. He never quickened the pace, but the pleasure kept building until I was on the very edge. It was if he knew the exact moment—he pressed himself hard and deep into me and I could feel him exploding as I climaxed so hard that it felt like I was coming over and over again. It was the most intense physical and emotional experience of my life.

He collapsed on top of me. Both of us were breathing hard. He rolled us on our sides and pressed his forehead to mine. His lips were turned up into a small smile. He kissed me gently several times. Tears began to fall down my cheeks. He frowned at me for a second as he reached up to wipe them away with his thumbs. “I’m just happy,” I whispered.

“Me too.” He whispered back with glassy eyes. He pulled me closer and I burrowed into his chest, feeling like I couldn’t get close enough. He reached over the back of the couch and covered us up with a quilt. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.