Caleb's Blessing (10 page)

I wasn’t about to let anyone make her feel like she did yesterday, ever again. As soon as I put my ring on her hand things are gonna change around here.

It’s not like we spend a lot of time in town, but it’s not like we lived a million miles away either. There were plenty of folks who’ve been dying to see the inside of my place.

I’m sure Amanda would love to throw some of those fancy parties mama’s known for. I just have to run it past the boys first, make sure they won’t shoot the guests on sight seeing as how they have no fucking manners.

We exchanged a little small talk before ringing off. I felt even better when I left my office to head back outside to plant flowers with my girl.

Tonight, if all goes well, she will be wearing my ring before bedtime. I just have to figure out a way to trap her where there’s no escape, and no, I’m not above that shit if it’ll get me what I want in this situation.

She was already knee deep in dirt and the same jackasses who had sworn to me that they didn’t know the first thing about planting flowers were right there with her. I should’ve known.

I felt too good to let it get to me though, so I just muscled Mikey out of the way from next to her, and took over. “Shit, I forgot.”

I dusted off my hands and went back in to the downstairs bathroom. I came back out and knelt beside her again. “Let me see your face.” I placed the hat that I’d brought out for her on the ground so I could open the tube of sunscreen and plaster her face and shoulders, before putting the hat on her head.

“In a little bit the sun’s gonna be hot as a bitch I don’t want you to burn.”

“Aw ain’t that sweet. Can I have some too boss?” Alex the ass made cow eyes at me and I had to throw a clump of dirt at his head.

She laughed so hard she almost toppled over in the dirt. She finds joy in the silliest of things; it makes her laugh infectious. And the look that passed between me and the guys said it all. Our girl was coming along just fine. The asshole was all but forgotten.

Mom came through and Reeves dropped by the house an hour or so later. Amanda was mesmerized by the over starched Brit in the middle of ranch country.

She listened to his voice like he was singing opera and the old coot was eating it up, until the boys got jealous and ran him off. I guess she just had that kind of affect on the opposite sex; she makes them all stupid, including me.

Now that I had the ring I wasn’t feeling so sure. We’d only known each other for a short time. I hadn’t even told her that I loved her yet. Though she slept in my arms every night, I hadn’t done anything more than kiss her breathless.

Sure those kisses had grown hotter and wilder with time, but there as so much more I wanted to share with her. It wasn’t that I was afraid to touch her. I was just trying to give her more time.

She was running from a traumatic experience after all, I mustn’t forget that. But neither was I willing to let that rule the rest of our lives, hers or mine.

We’d shared enough of ourselves with each other that I knew she was the one for me and I had no plans on ever letting her go. I’ve been doing little things here and there to show her my heart, while trying not to move too soon and scare her away.

She had even grown used to feeling my morning wood rubbing against her first thing in the morning, since I’d stopped trying to hide it from her; and I’ve been kind of gentling her to my touch of an evening when we sat in the den necking while the TV ran in the background.

While she made lunch I sat at the table watching her move around the room. She was going on and on about the garden and how pretty it was going to be and I wondered if she realized she was planning for a future here on the ranch.

She’d already accepted subconsciously at least, that this was home. This was good and will add to my argument later when I try convincing her to marry me.

What the fuck am I saying? Hadn’t I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this, that I wouldn’t let her past dictate our future? Maybe I wasn’t doing her any favors by holding back.

If she were anyone else maybe I could see doing that. But she was strong, stronger than I’d first thought, and besides, she had to know that her new man was stronger than the old and was willing to stand in front of her, to protect her.

“Baby put that down and come here a minute.” She’d already taken a peach cobbler from the oven and her beans had been slow cooking she said, since this morning.

She was about to put the corn bread in and there was chicken waiting to be smothered. The pigs will be here soon for their feeding so I’d better make this quick.

She put the spoon back on the counter and came over to me. “Yes, what is it?” I pulled her down onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her middle locking her in.

“Can I ask you a question sugar? Did you have anywhere else that you wanted to be?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t know; was there anywhere you wanted to go before all this happened?”

“Not that I know of, I mean I wanted to travel a little but if you mean to live, no I can’t say that I did.”

“What about your hometown, will you miss it if you can never go back?”

“I can’t ever go back Caleb you know that.”

“Do you really think I’d let him hurt you? If you wanted to go back I won’t let him stop you, but I’m asking if you’d ever consider living anywhere else?”

“I guess I can live anywhere where I’ll be happy.”

“Are you happy here?” I held my breath as I awaited her answer.

“You know I am.”

“Fine, that’s fine. You know I’m crazy about you don’t you?” she blushed and scrunched up her shoulders. “And from the way you melt into me whenever I touch you, I know you feel the same.

I’m pretty sure you must be wary of ever giving a man that kind of power over you again, but you have to know by now that I’m nothing like him, I would never, could never hurt you. I’d cut off my arm first.

I want to take care of you Amanda. I want to wake up every morning with you in my arms and go to bed each night the same. More than that, I want to stand between you and all comers. I want to protect you and love you for the rest of our days here on this earth.” I reached in my pocket and retrieved the Cartier original that had been made for my great grandmother back in the early twentieth century.

“Oh Caleb it’s, oh my gosh I can’t wear that.” She clapped her hands on her cheeks as her eyes widened.

“Why the fuck not?” What the hell?

“Look at it, it’s huge and it’s perfect and I’m not that girl.” She flew off my lap and ran from the room leaving me stunned for a hot minute. What the hell just happened?

That shit she’d said pissed me the fuck off. I hate that she still thinks of herself in that way; especially after I’d seen the real her.

The carefree, fun loving, young girl, with a big heart and a winning smile. This other person that she thought she was, didn’t exist except at the ends of a monster’s fists. It was high time she learned the difference, high time she learned her worth.

I got up and went after her, cautioning myself to step lightly. Now wasn’t the time for anger. When we look back on this day I want there only to be fond memories.

She was in her old room lying on the bed with her back to the door. I took a deep breath and prayed for patience before I made my approach.

I crawled onto the bed and laid down behind her. Leaning over her, I reached for her hand and slipped the ring on her finger, even as she tried to fight it. “It stays. I don’t know what it means ‘you’re not that girl’ but you’re my girl, that’s enough for me.”

I turned her over onto her back. I didn’t mean to do anything more than reassure her, but the look in her eyes and the way she clung to me when I kissed her told me that we were going to be a while.

“Did you leave the oven on?” I was already reaching under her blouse for one of her ripe breasts that I’ve been dying to touch and taste on my tongue.

“I have it on low for the molasses corn bread.” Her voice was full of nerves but the way she trembled at my touch told me she was almost ready.

“How much time do we have?” I was already lowering my head to her nipple as her breath hitched.

“About an hour.”

“Time enough for this first time I think.” I didn’t give her time to argue or deny me; instead I sucked her nipple hard into my mouth as I forced my leg between hers so she could ride my knee.

I felt the scars before she tensed up on me. “Shh, let me see baby.” I tried to kiss her worries away but I knew the only way to get over this hurdle was to just do it.

She turned her face away on the pillow when I pulled the blouse up and over her head. There was a gunshot wound in her upper shoulder and a few scars over her ribs where it looked like he’d sliced into her.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep the roar of rage hidden. I refused to let him in here; he had no place. Instead I lowered my head and licked her scars lovingly, making my way from one to the other, taking special care with each.

My heart was breaking with each touch of my lips against her flesh, each slight tremble of her limbs, as I moved her body this way and that so I could minister to her.

“Where’s the other one love?” she knew what I meant and said not a word as she lifted the hair from her neck to show me where the bullet had gone through the back of her head. Fucking coward had probably shot her while she was trying to get away, running for her life.

I kissed that one too before moving back to her mouth. I let my hands do the talking as I ran them lovingly, gently over her slight frame. She was even tinier than I thought under her clothes, and that only made what had been done to her all the more harder to take.

I had been meaning to take my time with her this first time, but if I took too long she might freak on me, so I had to up my game. Still I had to treat her like the woman she was, so there was no real way to rush.

“Touch me baby.” I lifted her hand to my chest and moved it up and down until she got the hang of it and started moving it on her own. Pretty soon she was using both hands to caress my pecs and flat abs.

I eased the zipper of her jeans down while my tongue was buried halfway down her throat. When my hand touched the silky smoothness of one of the panties I’d bought her, I stopped for a second to see if she would object.

When there were no protests forthcoming, I eased the jeans and the underwear down bit by bit until I was peeling them off her ankles.

I pulled my shirt off over my head and settled my half naked form between her thighs. Now that I had her bare before me, I could enjoy.

I almost didn’t know where to begin. Her breasts were perfect. Two medium sized cone shaped beauties with raspberry colored nipples that stood tall and proud.

I ground my jeans covered cock into her as I nibbled on one of those nipples, and this time I didn’t have to tell her to touch, her hands did that on their own.

She held my head tightly against her tit as her heels dug into my ass, pushing me closer to her pussy, which was starting to get wet. I could feel her soaking my jeans.

I let my hand search between us until it met her folds, then with the lightest of touches I fingered her clit, before easing just the bare tips of my fingers inside her opening.

When she pulled on my hair to get me to cover her mouth again I knew that the worst had passed. After giving her what she wanted and sucking on her tongue until her jaw grew tired, I eased my way down her body.

“Caleb.” She tried stopping me but it was no use. I’d waited for too long to taste her, no way was I passing that shit up.

I lifted her ass in my hands and brought her to my mouth so that I could eat her out with my tongue. She was sweet and hot, and extremely fucking tight.

In my head I was already fucking her, though in reality I was eating her pussy and fighting to get my cock out of my jeans one-handed.

It felt like the greatest kind of relief when he was finally free and pressing into the mattress. I wasn’t sure what to do now. I was enjoying the taste of her pussy too much to give it up, but my cock was leaking like fuck and I needed to get inside her in the worst fucking way.

I tried counting down but that didn’t work, I tried thinking of something else, but her scent was in me, and all around me. No dice.

I reached between the mattress and me and took my cock in hand, squeezing hard to try to buy some time while my tongue went on one last foray deep into her cunt as my nose rubbed her clit just right.

When she cried out and came in my mouth I knew it was time. My cock was as hard as it has ever been, hard, thick and long. I stroked it once, twice, three times, before getting to my knees between her spread thighs and leading it into her.

She hissed at the invasion and I knew I had to be causing her some discomfort from the way her pussy was stretched around my meat.

I held still and gave her time to adjust, but gritting my teeth wasn’t holding the beast at bay. For a split second I was afraid of what I would do to her in the next few minutes.

I’ve never in my life wanted to fuck anyone so hard. The one time I needed to go soft, it didn’t seem as if I could. Something about her, having her under me, I wanted to make her very aware that I was man to her woman.

I slid the rest of the way into her heat and waited for the complaining to start. Instead she wiggled around trying to make room for me and I sunk even deeper into her softness.

With her ass held firmly in my large hands, I lifted her into my strokes. My eyes were glued to the place where my cock met her pussy and I was entranced at the beauty of it.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby.” It was the right thing at the right time, though I wasn’t thinking of that when I said it. But the light that went on in her eyes and the way she relaxed around me told me that it was just what she’d needed to hear.

I didn’t stop whispering words of praise in her ear as I fucked into her. I wanted to go slow, she didn’t need me to. She stayed with me stroke for stroke, even adding some of her own twists.

There were some things she did that told me she wasn’t as experienced as a divorced woman should be, and I was secretly overjoyed by that.

I wanted to flip her over on her knees and take her in my favorite position, but that would have to wait for a later time, like maybe tonight.

I was more than happy with taking her this way, but I could tell that our lovemaking was going to be an all night three or four position marathon in the future.

For now I reveled in the newness of being inside her. There’d been no guarantee that we would ignite each other in bed, as much as I loved her I would’ve accepted anything. I was happy as fuck though that she was the perfect match to light my fire.

I was careful not to be too much of an animal this first time. It had obviously been a while for her and I didn’t want to make her sore if I could help it.

I eased my cock out of her and eased back in as our combined juices leaked out of her and ran down her ass. She kept cumming on my cock and squeezing me with her tight silk walls.

Just as she was in the middle of her third or fourth orgasm, I pulled out and put my mouth on her, sucking her juices onto my tongue while fingering her clit with my thumb.