Just a Fling - Epilogue
Almost one year later
I step out of the shower and shiver. Droplets of water shake free from my hair and splash all over the foggy mirror. I’m not cold, I’m reliving the nightmare I just experienced in my mind. I hear Kirk talking on the phone through the closed door and he’s laughing hysterically, barely able to breathe. I hear him slap his knee and agree through choking breaths with the person on the other end of the line.
“It’s not that funny!” I shout and Kirk bursts out all over again, more likely laughing at my useless insistence than at whatever his phone companion said.
I lost a bet to Dean last week when I issued the challenge that I could out-drink him. I figured the kid still lives at home with his mom and dad, how experienced could he be? Turns out the answer to that is very. I think Kirk did try to warn me, but I brushed him off as I usually do when provoked by his brothers. Part of me is still trying to prove myself to them even though they already accept me as a fixture on the farm.
As payment for the loss, I had to help MooDonna birth her calf today. I’m pretty sure those boys had me doing things that only vets should do, but I pretended like it didn’t bother me even though I dry heaved more than once. I pulled up my shoulder gloves and put my hand, wrist, forearm and elbow where no city girl’s have ever gone before. I had Kirk video the entire event as proof that I pay my debts, then I posted it to my YouTube channel, High-rises and Heifers. I’m sure it must be Piper who Kirk is talking to right now; she’s always the first to comment on my posts.
Kirk lets himself into the bathroom, making a grand entrance through the billows of steam that escape when the door opens.
“Piper says hi. She also says that you’ll be her first call if and when she has a baby. All she’ll need to see is the certificate you got online from med school, which is likely the same place you got your vet degree.” Yes, I still like to spend countless hours online searching up things. In my defense, I have traded Hollywood gossip for more practical things, like how to frame a closet (Kirk made good on his promise of a hat in every colour). I think I’m one or two projects away from becoming a journeyman carpenter.
Kirk starts to crack up again and I slap his chest. He captures my hand against his body and gets that look in his eye. The look that says, “Hey, you’re already naked, so….” That dimple of his grabs my attention and I feel my nipples bead. The little divot somehow softens the edges of his hard lines and muscle and makes me swoon. I still look at him and marvel at how I ended up with a man like Kirk. We couldn't be more opposite, really. He's all family-first, work ethic and plans ahead. I'm more fly by the seat of my pants and hope for the best.
My time here has shown me exactly where Kirk gets his forgiving nature from because his family all just laugh me off and take no offense to anything I say or do. I barely even get an eyeroll anymore. And somehow my comment of “it’s just a fling” has become the running joke on the farm. Like when I was elbow-deep inside MooDonna this afternoon, Matthew told me I didn’t have to worry about offending her because she didn’t have any expectations of me.
Even though I have learned a lot about the farm over this past year, I still put my foot in my mouth on a weekly basis. The perfect example is how I just found out a few weeks ago that not all cows on the farm are heifers. As a matter of fact, very few of them are. They are just cows! I honestly think Kirk gets a kick out of me making a fool of myself because it gives him the opportunity to show off by teaching me something. While I don't care that much about which beasts are cows and which are heifers, the lessons on tying knots have come in handy a few times.
“You took losing the bet to Dean like a true cowgirl,” Kirk says as he pulls his towel off the hook on the back of the door and starts to dry my hair for me. I laugh at him. I didn’t take it like a champ at all. I was shaking my head no before I fully understood what Dean was even asking me to do. Is it possible to get carpal tunnel syndrome in my neck? I think I can feel the repetitive stress injury setting in from saying no to many of the tasks required to run a successful dairy farm. I may look good in a hat and boots, but I’m still not a farmer.
“You’re just saying that so you can see me naked.”
“Naw, babe.” He shakes his head at me slyly. Moving slowly, he hangs up the towel now that my hair isn’t dripping. When he turns back to me, he settles his hands on my waist. “If I wanted to see you naked, all I’d have to do is take this from you.” He trails his fingers along the top edge of the towel that is fastened around my chest making fresh goosebumps break out along my skin.
He slides a finger under the overlapping edge of the towel, drawing it open as his hand works downward. Kirk lifts it up and exposes one thigh. He drops to his knees and presses his face into my moist, warm skin taking a deep breath. With his lips still pressed to my body, he lifts the other half of the towel to uncover my whole lower half. He nips and kisses a light trail over my groin and across the top of my mound to the other side. His hands circle around to grab my ass and he pivots me toward the tub.
Kirk takes the towel from me and folds it in half, laying it down across the tub's ledge. The ledge that we built specifically for this purpose. Several months ago, Kirk was going down on me in the shower and my legs started to tremble so fiercely that I had to sit down on the shower floor. The next day I found Kirk sitting at the kitchen table drawing up plans for a new bathroom.
I sit down and Kirk pushes my legs out wide. His eyes go from my pussy to my face and he smiles wickedly. “You’re already shining with desire.” He likes to say it out loud even though he knows that I’m wet for him all day long. The second we wake up in the morning and he rolls out of bed, putting his muscular back to me, sauntering to the bathroom with his tight ass flexing on each step and his cock standing tall, I start aching for him.
He runs a finger through my slit and brings it to his mouth. My core clenches as I watch him savour my taste with delight. He slides another calloused finger across me again, the friction on my sensitive flesh is divine. He dips inside a little this time, drawing more nectar out then swirling it around my nipple. His mouth latches on and his tongue flicks about, lapping up every drop he just deposited on my peaked bud.
I take his head in both hands and pull his mouth to mine. “You want to taste some?”
“Only if I can take it from your lips.” I pull his face to mine and he plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth. His hands wrap around my back and pull me in tight against his torso and he lifts and lowers me grinding my clit against the rough fabric of his shirt. I groan and give him a look that he is used to. A look that says I want him, rather need him, now.
“Lean back,” he tells me. I brace my hands behind me, grabbing the lip of the tub. Kirk lifts one leg at a time and drapes them over his shoulders then lowers his face between my legs. “Eyes on me,” is the last thing he says before his mouth is otherwise occupied.
The first swipe of his tongue over my clit makes my head fall back in luxurious delight. He hums a no, no, no into my flesh and I know to bring my stare back to him. Kirk likes to watch me come undone. He likes to see the moment when I go from trying to hold off a little longer to giving into his attentive ministrations. He tells me all the time how beautiful I am but that I am most beautiful in the moment of cresting toward orgasm because, for that short time, I am not thinking of anything else except my own pleasure.
Kirk alternates between pressing a flat tongue over my pussy and driving the pointed tip inside me. When my legs start to shake Kirk pulls my clit into his mouth. His chocolate-coloured eyes swirl with mischief as he sucks my bundle of nerves hard into his hot mouth. I stare at him, trying furiously not to blink. I know if I take my eyes off him, he will stop. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t ever want this to stop.
Still sucking, he shares his desire for me to come with a simple look, a small cue, permission. It’s the only time he gets away with telling me what to do and a fierce orgasm rips through me a second later. Kirk’s eyes sparkle and his cheeks tweak up as he smiles with his mouth still pressed against me. Convulsing and panting I am now free to let my head fall back.
Kirk kisses the inside of my thighs then sits back on his heels. His erection is straining against his zipper but he doesn’t move to take his clothes off. Instead, he remains still, staring at me with a punch-drunk look on his face. It’s as though he’s just as satisfied from my orgasm as I am.
“What are you looking at?” He pins me with a lingering look.
I lean forward and begin undoing the snaps on his shirt one at a time even though they would be easy enough to pop open in one swift pull. “You know what I’m looking at.” My eyes trail below his belt again as I say it.
He flat palms his dick through his jeans and quirks an eyebrow. “This?” I love when he touches himself for me. He undoes his belt and lowers the zipper.
“Yeah, cowboy,” I say in response to his question and as an encouragement to keep up with the show. I flip the sides of his shirt open and rake my nails across his chest leaving bright white lines that quickly fade to red.
“Then come and get it.”
I laugh at him. “You want me to fuck you on the bathroom floor?” One side of his mouth quirks up and I know exactly what he’s thinking: we’ve done it in crazier places. I’m pretty sure every secluded, and some not so secluded, parts of this farm have seen my bare ass.
“That’s fine,” he says, rocking himself to standing. Kirk scoops me up and I wrap my legs around his waist while he spins to walk out the door. We get inside the bedroom and he pins me up against the wall, rolling his hips into me. He is impossibly hard and I can feel the wet spot on his boxers as it rubs across my skin.
“Hold me up,” I tell him, letting him know I’m about to let go. He presses me hard into the wall and I squeeze with my legs to stay upright. We each use one hand to help lower his pants and all of a sudden we’re in a frenzy to feel each other, as though this is the first time we are naked and pressed flesh-to-flesh.
Kirk’s hand comes to my breast and pinches my nipple forcefully while I pull his face to mine and seal my lips around his. My fingers thread through his hair and I dig into his scalp to match the pressure he bestows upon my nipple. I grind my core against his hot, hard length, coating it with my arousal and making Kirk moan soulfully.
His hand falls away from my breast and he grabs a hold of his cock, lining it up with my entrance. He nudges his way in so just the tip stretches me wide. I sigh and tip my head back. “Kirk,” I say in pleasure and in warning. “Condom.” He slides a little further in then pulls out, teasing me more than ignoring me. “You and I both know we’re going to lose control in a minute.” He’s going to slide all the way in and it’s going to feel so good it will be game over. I thrust my hips onto him, pulling him back inside me, ignoring my own warning.
He leans back a bit and looks me dead in the eye. It’s not a lustful look or even a needful gaze. It’s determined.
“No more condoms.” He tells me like he’s making a decree.
“Huh?” I try to stop moving, but his thrusts get harder, bolstered by his declaration. His hard movements force the air from my lungs and I grunt as he pounds me.
“I love you, Danielle. You’re it for me.” He grits his teeth and his face contorts as he tries to fuck me while having a conversation. While proclaiming his undying love for me in a Neanderthal-like way. “I think after all this time together you know as well as I do, we’re not just a fling.” I wince at his words knowing how much I hurt him when I said that. It still bothers me even though he knows how madly in love I am with him now. I was then too; I was just too proud and scared to admit it. “I’m going to marry you. So no more condoms.”
I push against his chest to try to look at his face. “Did you just propose to me?”
He laughs through his thrusting. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
I shake my head. “You just proposed to me while fucking me up against the wall.” It’s a statement that’s supposed to sound like a question to him because this is ridiculous. I am the wild one and he is the calm one. That’s how we work.
“I guess I am.”
“There’s a lot of guessing going on here, cowboy.” I’m wondering if he thought this through or he’s just proposing on a whim.
He presses his lips to mine and sucks my tongue into his mouth while rocking his hips into me furiously. He lets my lips go and he locks his eyes on mine. “There’s no guessing on my part. You better not leave me guessing on what your answer is, sassy girl.”
I stare at him for a minute longer. His eyes sparkle and his mouth quirks up into a smile. I must be smiling at him because if I wasn’t, he wouldn’t be pounding into me so hard. My core starts to clench and I feel him getting thicker inside me.
“What do you say?”
“Yes. I say yes!” I say the word over and over until it morphs into a yes of another kind. My legs clench around his body like I’m never going to let him go when he sends me over the edge into pure ecstasy. And it’s true, I will never let him go.