Their Sweet Haven (The Men of Evergreen Mountain #6)

5. Elias

FIVE

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The fields are vast, if a bit somewhat overgrown with weeds. I guess if the current owner isn’t all that into maintaining that, that’s inevitable.

Hannah follows behind me, her skepticism understandable.

“What do you mean, considering buying this property?” she asks. “You’re no farmer. Or is your family into agribusiness?”

“My grandfather made his fortune in stock trades, and my Dad inherited most of that. Technically, he probably owns a stock that’d fall into that, but no, I don’t fall into that line of business.”

It’s a good-looking farm. The house isn’t huge, but it’s a healthy size and more than enough to raise a family in. The overgrowth isn’t too strong, to be honest; I could tell that up until recently, it’s well maintained and taken care of.

Hannah and I continue through the fields. There’s a lot of wheat besides the weeds. “My grandfather used to have a farm. Before he got into stock trading, anyhow. I remember spending my summers going down to it and enjoying my time there. It was simple and serene, and I had thought it would last forever.”

“Ah, so you’re not one hundred percent a city slicker.”

“I mean, I am. For all intents and purposes. It’s not like I know how to run a combine harvester, or know about crop rotations, or the best fertilizer for whatever these fields best grow.”

We push through the tall weeds. It’s become less of an investigation of the property and more of a long walk.

“What happened to your grandfather’s farm? I don’t suppose he kept it up out of a love for the practice?”

“My Uncle got it. Then he sold it off when he saw the money my Dad was making and decided farming was a fool’s game.”

Hannah laughs derisively. “Yeah, feeding people just isn’t as exciting as moving numbers around.”

“It’s been a decade since I’ve been back in a small town like this. And I can’t believe how much I missed it. Having people know one another and care for one another is important. By name. It’s not like city people are assholes, but no one’s going to get up in arms about a local convenience store getting shut down like they did for your bakery.”

Hannah crosses her arms. “It’s not perfect, you know. Everyone knows your business. For better, and for worse. Do I really need to know if one of the retirees stops by my bakery for bran muffins because it makes them more regular? I don’t. But I do. Because that knowledge is unavoidable when you live in a town of this size for this long.”

“Seems like a small price to pay, really.”

“For the most part, it is. I’m just warning you not to overly romanticize things. Life is just life, no matter where you live it.”

I nod. “Yeah, I get what you’re suggesting. But I need a change, Hannah. I don’t want what my father wants for me. But I’ve always been uncertain about what to do instead. This is a reminder of what it could be.”

“Are you going to go learn how to farm?”

“I think I’m willing to put in the effort. I’ll go back to college if I have to.”

Hannah smiles. “I suppose there are classes for it. And there are no shortage of people in Evergreen Valley who would help you too. Especially if it means keeping a big business from taking over this farm.”

I stretch out my arms as we come to a clearing in the field. “I can make this work. I can do it. I will do it.”

She smiles at me. “If that’s what you want. Go for it. I’ll be behind you all the way.”

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close. “I was hoping you’d say something like that. With you behind me, Hannah, I think I could do just about anything.”

She’s been such an eye-opener for me. Before her, I was numb, floating through life, wondering what I wanted to do with it, just going with what my father wanted for lack of will to do otherwise.

I kiss her. She kisses me back, her touch driving me so wild. I’ve never fallen so hard for anyone, and I’ve never been happier to do so.

“So, we’re the only people around for miles, I’m guessing?”

“Very likely, yes,” she says. “The Hendersons haven’t been here in months, and we’re technically trespassing by being here.”

“Hey, if it’s going to be mine soon, so I figure that’ll be a non-issue.” I smirk. “So there’s no one to stop us, huh?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Stop us from what?”

I kiss her again. More passionately. Our tongues meet, entwining, and with less ability for her to mistake what I’m intending to do.

I pull her sweatshirt up and off her body, relishing the softness of her skin, and the goosebumps that form beneath my fingertips. She shudders beneath my touch.

“Out here?”

“You said no one’s here to stop us. Or see us. And I’m just hit with such an intense longing to have you right now.”

She smiles. She doesn’t think this is a good idea, but she’s not exactly stopping me either.

We roll into the field, the overgrown wheat surrounding us. Our clothes falling off of us is our literal roll in the hay, us giggling madly the entire time. Her hands touch me, making me ache for her and need her even more. Looking down at her, only in her underwear, I’m so enticed by her, my cock hard with need.

“Fuck me,” she teases. “Right here in this field. Sow your oats, farm boy.”

I break out in laughter. “And you were getting on me for corny jokes.”

“Think about this as my revenge.”

“Not much of a revenge if I like what you’re doing.”

“Drat, thwarted again.”

I kiss her as her punishment, which she gladly accepts. I run my fingers down her body, and feel her tits react so wonderfully to my touch before, I expand that trail of gooseflesh down to her abdomen and toward her pussy. Even through her panties, I can feel how hot she is, how wet she is, and how much she needs my touch.

My fingers press into her, massaging her clit, even through the fabric. She coos at the rhythmic caress, but I need her so bad. Foreplay is not unimportant, but our desires for one another are so strong, so intense, that our raw need for one another whisks us along.

After all, there will be plenty of time to love and savor her for the rest of my life.

With this woman who I met only yesterday.

Goddamn, she is something special.

I pull her panties down her legs, relishing every little curve and imperfection in her form, utterly captivated by her beauty. I want to kiss and pleasure every single inch of her. I want all of her to be mine.

And I want to be hers.

She is properly stripped and more beautiful than ever, I run my hands over her body with a gentle massage until I’m looking at her beautiful brown eyes again. My cock throbs for her, her skillful hands going down my own form and enticing me.

I bring my cock to her slit. She lowers her hand, guiding me home. The anticipation of having her drives me a bit batty. As I push into her, I calm down in one way only to be driven crazy in another. She’s so tight, she squeezes me in all of the right ways. How much of it is primal urges, how much of it is her conscious action, it all results in the same. Me needing her, wanting this now and forevermore.

Her heat encapsulates me, holding me so tight as I penetrate her. She’s heaven made flesh, and squeezes my ass cheeks when I’m in as far as she wants me, and squeezes me a bit elsewhere too. I take her slowly and steadily at first, before it’s clear that she wants way more than that, and I increase our pace, every thrust making her body beautifully bounce beneath me.

She gasps and moans as we make love, as I wrap one arm around her and kiss her. I hold her close, and with my free hand, I move my fingers between our bodies, down over her mound, looking for a way to caress our clit as we fuck. I give it the same rhythm as my thrusts, to create a sort of chaotic blissful harmony inside of her, and build upon it with each and every movement between us.

Hannah grips me closely, undone as she endures the pleasure I’m inflicting on her. The proper gentlemanly thing to do is make sure she’s screaming for me first, but damn if she isn’t making being a gentleman hard. She’s so fucking good, the way she squeezes me, the way her legs wrap around me, the way she holds me close. How melodic her moans are, how they tickle my ear as she lets them resonate against it.

She’s fucking beautiful, she’s kind, she’s smart, she’s witty, and she’s the greatest fuck I’ve ever had. And I run into her by her just bursting into my office about some corrupt ass health inspection.

The world is weird. But goddamn I’m thankful that it happened.

I hold on. Through iron will, I keep fucking her. I keep massaging her clit. I watch what it does to her, and how bewitching it is to watch in such an orgasmic trance. I yearn for her climax, for her body to explode around me in absolute nirvana.

Her back arches up, she screams for me, even louder than before. Climax wracks her, leaving her shaking, aching, and visibly incredibly happy.

And seeing that joy on her face is all I need to give in. To feel that rush of bliss as her pussy squeezes me so tightly, pulling at me, wanting to drain me of every last bit of essence I can give her, and God, I want to give her all of it. The rush of release shudders through me and I’ve never felt it more powerfully than I have before her.

She collapses back onto the makeshift bed of our clothes.

She’s more beautiful than I’ve ever seen before, a sweaty mess from the efforts of our lust. I’ve said that exact same thing before so many times in the past day, and all of them are true, she just exceeds my expectations again and again.

We lay in the field, side by side, looking up at the sunset, and I’m surprised I can already see the stars. There’s so much light back in the city, it’d have to be pitch darkness for me to see anything, but here, I can see them reflected on the orange and purple hues of the sky.

“I think I found the place I want to call home,” I say, as I wrap my arm around her and pull her close.

“One day and you know?” She asks me, that delightful smile of hers beaming my way.

“Hey, love at first sight sometimes isn’t strictly just for romantic love.”

“I tell you it’s going to be a lot more work than you think”

“And I’m willing to put in the time. I went to college for years for something I didn’t really even want to do. This is different. This is what I want .”

“Then I’ll help you in whatever way I can. Not that baking and farming are exactly sibling disciplines.”

“You being there for me is all the help I’ll ever need, Hannah.”

We share another kiss, and simply enjoy the serenity of the sunset.

The first of many we would have together.