in my chest settled also. Mentally, I chided myself to keep the kiss light, but the temptation to give her my tongue won out when Farron moaned into my mouth. The sexy sound ws hitting dead centre in my balls, my dick joining in with a spine-tingling jump in my jeans.
Fucking hell, Farron was going to own me after just one kiss.
Taking her face in my large work-roughened hands, I tilted her head to the side and opened my mouth wide and devoured her lips and her moans. Even though the restaurant wasn’t as full as a week day or Saturday night, there were enough people around to hear her noises, and that was not on. They belong to me as much as Farron did. Her reluctance I could live with, her disappearing on me definitely not.
A part of me wanted to roar like a lion, throw her to the ground, and lay my claim, but somehow I didn’t think it would be appreciated and my getting locked up in the cop shop days were well and truly behind me. Forcing myself to slow down, I reluctantly peppered soft, wet kisses to the side of her mouth, one side then the other before giving her one last chaste kiss and pulled back, sighing as I did, missing the contact instantly.
“Please Farron, give me this and I promise not to put pressure on you for anything else. For now.” I added that because as much as I understood her anxiety starting a new relationship with all she had on her plate with the restaurant and her son, there was also me in the equation to be considered. Her age didn’t matter shit to me, and I had to admit I was happy she didn’t bring that up again as an excuse. Thirty-four compared to thirty was absolutely nothing, no small town scandal in that for the people of Cattle Ridge to sink their teeth in.
Farron fisted my shirt, the feel of her hands so small holding onto me with such desperation affirmed that this was the right woman for me. My forever.
“One day at a time, Nixx. It has to be that way, I can’t and won’t jump into something that may hurt Dillion or myself,” she whispered, her shaky words only just reaching my ears. Had it not been for the fear shining at me in her brown eyes, I would have laughed at the preposterous idea that I could even be capable of hurting this gorgeous creature. I would rather pull my own heart out of my chest first before hurting Farron or her boy.
“That is all I am asking for, baby,” I whispered back, letting out a small chuckle when her eyes rolled and her lips pursed.
“Oh right, that’s all you are asking Hottie—”
Reacting quickly, I cut off the rest of the ridiculous nickname with my mouth. No way was Farron going to start calling me that!
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned her, mumbling against her lips, then enjoyed the giggling from the woman that was going to be my wife one day.
***
“Yo Fenixx, Blake called and asked you to take Princess for a ride, then she wants you to exercise Hercules and told me to remind you that Lancelot needs to get his sugar or all hell will break loose,” Eddy yelled out to me as I crossed past the opening of the main stable’s door.
“I am not the only one that works here, Eddy!” I yelled back, not stopping to talk to the farm’s second manager but still, I changed my direction from the main house to the arena ring where Hercules spent most of his day.
“Lucky for Blake, I love her arse,” I muttered, walking over to snag a lunge rope off the hook on the gate to the arena while glancing at my watch at the same time.
Farron and Dillion were due to arrive at any time now. Last night before I finally left the pizza joint, we exchanged numbers. She gave me her mobile, while I gave her my mobile, house phone, the main house, the stables and even the number at the Waterford farm. I wanted to make sure she would be able to contact me no matter where I happened to be. With me going between the Triple H and Makena’s, sometimes, it was hard to get hold of me. Mobile service wasn’t the best when riding the valley, or in the back fifty at Mack’s, it made me feel