Chapter 11
Annie woke up wondering where she was. Her head hurt. Her mouth felt like sandpaper. Eww. Dang! No more wine for me! Looking around she realized she was at the ranch.
“Honey? Are you here? Hello?” she called out to Tommy. “Honeeey!”
She slid out of bed, her head pounding and walked into the bathroom, she looked like a hot mess. A smile slid across her face. There were two dozen red roses with a note attached. She grabbed the note:
Roses are red
Violets are Blue
I’m in the kitchen naked…
Cooking breakfast for you!!
She laughed to herself. He is so freekin’ romantic. Goofy, but romantic. She quickly brushed her teeth and ran down stairs where she saw him standing in the middle of the kitchen, cooking breakfast, in an apron. Just an apron. Her apron.
He looked up at her with his silly, crooked smile, “Hi, honey! How are you on this fine morning?”
Scratching her head, she raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Turn around.” She nodded.
He turned to show her his taut, nut-crackin ass and she giggled. He was so sexy. A hot, sexy, incredible man. Naked. Cooking breakfast in her apron.
“This is such a Kodak moment.”
“Don’t you dare.” Laughing, his eyes lit up and he walked over to her, carrying her breakfast plate to the table. Bowing as he pulled out her chair “Please sit, m’lady, your breakfast awaits.”
Annie replied in a thick, posh accent. “Why, thank you, Sir. Will you be joining me this morning?”
“Ah, yes, m’lady, would you like a cuppa café to go along with your breakfast?”
“Most certainly, m’lord.” They both laughed hysterically, “Honey, you’re such a dork!” she teased. They were so much in love, even acting like a couple of dorks was romantic.
He sat down on the chair next to her and as soon as his bare butt hit the cold wood, he jumped. “Dang! This chair is cold.”
“Put some clothes on.”
“Clothes? That would ruin the moment. I wanted to be ‘sexy chef’ this morning. Good thing I found your apron or we might have been eating more of me that we thought!” They laughed.
Being with Tommy was a dream come true for Annie. He was the perfect man for her. Silly, handsome, funny, southern, soft, strong. She was so in love with him. God had answered all her prayers.
Taking a bite of bacon, he looked up at her. “Annie, we need to talk.”
“Talk? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” as she took a bite of scrambled eggs covered in ketchup.
“I’m fine, honey, it’s you I’m worried about.”
“Me? Why are you worried about me?”
“Last night…well, last night when you were sleeping…and I know you were a little drunk, you were crying. You cried out Marti’s name a few times and it worries me. What kind of hold does this girl have on you?”
“Oh, Honey…I’m sorry.” She stood up and walked over to him. Untying the apron, she straddled his lap, cupping her hands on his cheeks. “Baby, I love you, in fact, just right now, I was praying and thanking God for you. I’m sorry if I called her name. Honestly, I haven’t even thought about her that much. I love you. I want us to get married as soon as we can so we are bound together in Holy Matrimony for the rest of our lives.”
She lowered her mouth to his, her fingers playing with his hair. Their lips met, gently kissing, their tongues magically dancing along with each other, and without missing a beat, he lifted her up and eased his hard cock inside her. She moaned.
“I…love….you….” he spoke with each gentle thrust. Kissing her neck ever so softly, his hands tangled in her hair, he whispered in her ear. “Annie”. Thrust. “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Thrust. “You.” Kiss.
He reached up to stroke her face. His eyes full of passion and adoration. She felt his hardness deep inside her, his heart beating wildly, his breathing getting heavier. But this wasn’t just sex. This was love. Pure, unadulterated love. In the middle of the day, at the big oak table in the kitchen, the exact same place they fell in love.
She bounced on his cock. “Ahh!” Bounce. “I” Kiss. “Fucking.” Bounce. “Love.” Grind. “You.” She gently ground her pussy on him, his whole length deep inside her. Her nipples rubbed against him, pebbling as they slid across his chest. “Tommy,” She panted. “I can’t stand this slo-mo. Fuck me. Honey, make me cum, make me fucking cum all over you.”
With a moan, he grabbed her hips, plunging his manhood deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around the chair, rocking her hips, taking him all in. “Yes, honey, yes, like that! Fuck! Tommy, you are gonna make me cum, like-” she bucked wildly, “right - ” bouncing uncontrollably on his lap, “fucking - ” she arched her back, grabbing his hair, grinding her clit against him and let out a loud “Noooowwww!”
He grabbed her tight; her pussy pulsated on his cock. He gave one final push, letting out a deep guttural grunt as he erupted inside her. His ass tightened hard against the chair, his chest heaved, the sweat dripped off of his brow.
He grabbed her head, plunging his tongue into her mouth, crushing her lips as he passionately kissed her, sucking her breath into his own. Jerking violently as the final bursts of his hot come shot deep inside her. “God, Annie, I love you.”
They sat there, panting, sweating, holding each other for a few moments. Reveling in the feel of naked skin against naked skin. She sat up, his cock gently slid out of her. “I love you. We gotta stop this. We are never gonna get anything done” she smirked.
He kissed her again, “Okay, baby, I got something else to talk to you about…”
“More? Is it good or bad? Did I do something else?”
“Nope, it’s not you. It’s us.”
Annie’s heart sank. She had heard the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ conversation a few times before. “Well, then what is it? What, Tommy?”
“I’ve been thinking about the money you have in the trust and it really concerns me. You need to know I love you and I don’t want your money, your ranch, the peach groves. Nothing like that. But we do need to talk about our future. We need to set a date for the wedding, figure out where we are going to live. Here or at my house in town? Are we staying in Mountain Grove? What are the plans for kids? Jobs? I don’t even know if you want kids. Honey, I know you know this is important. We need to both be on the same page.”
A feeling of relief washed over her. She could do this. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “Honey, I would live with you anywhere, have all your babies and work if I need to. Yes, these things are important, but we have each other. You are all I need. All I will ever need.”
He pulled away, his voice a little harsh. “Annie, I’m serious. We aren’t getting any younger.”
She sighed. “Okay, honey, I’m all ears. What do I need to do? Call someone? Honey, what? What do you want me to do?”
“Well… we could start with getting dressed.” He smiled and got up from the chair. Annie sat back down and picked up her iPad that was still on the table from before,
He sprinted upstairs, yelling out “Be right back, honey bun!”