“Yeah, hurry, sweetheart, we have a couple of stops to make before we head to the farm, and you want a hot shower and hot food.” He winks.
“Alright.” He’s leaving me with one-word answers. I head back to my bedroom, grab a bag out of the closet, throw in a few pairs of clothes, undergarments, shoes, and then grab my toiletry bag. I’m really glad I already bought his gift; it wasn’t something I was prepared to give to him this year, but when I went into the neighboring town last month, the moment I saw it, it had Tyson written all over it. It’s already wrapped. I just have to dig under my pile of summer clothes to find it, thankful that I put it out of sight instead of leaving it on the dresser like it was earlier, before Tyson came over a couple of days ago. I place it in my bag and head for the garage.
“You ready?” He’s standing at the front door. Everything is already taken care of—no lights are on, the fire is out, and he’s ready to roll.
“Yep, I forgot to mention earlier, but my parents said they’d be over tomorrow evening. Mom was chomping at the bit to see your farm up close and personal. I’m sorry in advance. And Dad, he’ll probably talk your ear off about sports, crops, and who knows what else.” I give him the rundown before he gets the full enchilada with them.
“I’ve got no problem with that. Maybe our parents can do the talking to one another, and we can sneak away.” Tyson takes my bags out of my hands and wraps his arm around my shoulders as we make our way to his truck. I didn’t even ask if he wanted to take separate vehicles. Even with the plow moving the snow, it’s safe to say my car could still slip and slide in the slush. Plus, this way, I’m on his time when I come back to my place. I’m in no hurry to do that, anyway.
Thirteen
Tyson
The couple of days away from the farm didn’t do much in the way of it going to hell in a handbasket; in fact, it ran like a well-oiled machine. Once the storm set in, they shut down and everything was good to go. The only thing I worried about was the horses we keep in the pasture, but I knew my dad would bring them in when I made the phone call.
Last night when we came in, I showed Eve the place. She practically shoved me out the door and told me to come back in a couple of hours to help her with the tree and decorating. But first, she was cleaning, mumbling something about there being no way she’s letting our parents see the state of the place when we’re hosting dinner. That was alright because this gave me time to head over to the farm, then to the barn to check on the horses, and it gave me an idea. The only problem was, I had to sneak back into the house without my Eve knowing, and that woman has an eye for detail, so I knew she would see me no matter what. I made an excuse of needing a piece of paperwork for the farm, moving in and back out with swiftness. She just shook head and continued on vacuuming like I wasn’t there.
I woke up before her this morning. It’s Christmas Day, and I can’t help but admire the ring I put on her finger last night. When Eve came out, I was ready and waiting with the horse tacked up. She was apprehensive at first with both of us in one saddle, but I chose this one because it’s a bit oversized and would keep her comfortable. After I placed her on the saddle, I got on behind her. Her ass settled right into my groin. It was going to be a long ride as it was, but I could imagine her turned around, Eve in a skirt, me unbuttoning my pants and filling her with my cock.
Instead, I bit my tongue and we rode around the farm, her taking in the trees that have snow glistening on their leaves. The area where all the Christmas trees are farmed was on full display, and the joy Eve had in her voice, I knew it was time to make her mine. The hard part was trying to finagle her ring out of my pocket. She almost turned around, but when I spotted a sparrow flying in the distance, I pointed to it, and she got distracted, her hands clapping in glee. It gave me the opportunity I needed. My hand found hers, wrapping around her middle with my other hand, and I slid the ring on her finger.
“Tyson.” Her voice came out breathlessly. I could hear the emotion, the way it clogged her throat.
“I’m not asking. I think you know this is a done deal, so I’m telling you I want you by my side, I need you by my side. From now until forever, my Eve. The love of my life, the only person I’ve ever loved and will only love, besides our children.” I whispered the words into her ear before I took her mouth. She was breathless when we pulled away. Not enough not to tell me what she really felt though. “I love you, Tyson, and I can’t wait to be your wife. I promise to love you forever and ever.”
It wasn’t long after that we were riding home, both desperate for each other. We didn’t even make it into the house—the tack room was as far as we got.
Our horse was no sooner untacked, brushed, and in its stall for the night when she looked at me, giving me that coy look of hers, grabbing my pinky finger and leading me to where we could be left alone, just in case. We were a tangle of limbs as we shed our clothing, my lips blazing a path over every inch of her skin, sucking on some spots as I marked her in areas only I could see. It had me wanting to spank her just to see her ass shake.
The way Eve moaned when I threw her leg over my shoulder, got on my knees, and licked her sweet cunt, devouring her whole, had me hard as a rock. One taste wasn’t enough. If this was the last flavor I had on my tongue, I’d be the happiest and luckiest man on this earth. Her hips were gyrating against my face. When I added two fingers, making that motion she loves while sucking on her clit, grazing my teeth over that tight bundle of nerves, it had her screaming my name and pulling at my hair.
When she finally came down from her orgasm, I hiked her legs over my hips, both of us moving together, my mouth on her lips, Eve not caring one bit that I had just eaten her cunt like it was my last meal. She devoured me just like I devoured her. The way her pussy convulsed against me, taking me with her when she came apart, it was one of those moments that are seared into your mind. Fuck, there’ve been so many of them in the short few days we’ve been together that I can’t imagine it any other way.
Now, here we are. She’s back to the spot she loves so much, this time in my bed, our bodies bare beneath the sheets, her head resting on my chest, me slowly gliding my fingers through her hair. That leg of hers hitched over my hip sometime this morning, and if I moved just the right way, I could slide right inside her, but it’s Christmas morning. As much as I’d love to wake her up that way, that will have to wait for another time.
“My Eve,” I whisper to the top of her head, slowly waking her up. It won’t be long before she’ll want to have breakfast and then start on dinner. Since her parents decided to join along with mine, we decided on an early afternoon dinner instead of later in the evening. That way, everyone can get home in case more snow hits.
“Good morning, future husband.” Her voice is soft with sleep as she says those two words.
“Fuck, I love the sound of that. How soon until we can make that happen? I want your name tied to mine, forever.”
“Considering it’s just us and our parents, all I need is a dress. We could do it on New Year’s Day?” Fuck, my woman couldn’t be more perfect.
“Love the sound of that. We’ll let the parents know today what’s going on and when. I’m assuming you want to do it at the farm?” I ask Eve. She doesn’t need to know I drove to her parents’ house a few months ago, informing them of my intentions with their daughter and that I’d be asking for her hand in marriage when the time was right. Her mom smiled that same smile that Eve has. Her dad shook my hand, told me if I did his baby girl wrong, he’d shoot me with his .30-.06 rifle in the balls. After that, he shook my hand and her mom hugged me, welcoming me into the fold.