Chapter 17

Brooklyn

I take Blake back with me as she wants to help with the horses before her mom arrives.

We pick up a few groceries from the store for the picnic. The day is beautiful and it sure would be a shame to not be outdoors. We gotta make the most of the fall weather before the winter starts setting in, which is soon.

I've no idea what the hell my mom thinks, and I know it didn't look good on my part walking out of the bathroom in only my towel. I can't help but smile when I think about Eden's face. It sure was a picture.

I get a text when we arrive home from the store, just before we go check on the animals.

Eden

Hey Brook. I think we better talk to your folks about the non-divorce thing. Apparently I blurted it out to GB and the girls last night.

I stare at the message running a hand through my hair. Oh boy, there's no way we were going to be able to keep this a secret forever. And now Georgia-Blue knows, she'll be on the warpath trying to get us back together. Though at this point, we might not need her help.

I haven't been able to stop thinking about the kiss since I got home. It was on my mind the whole car ride too. I feel bad because I wasn't fully listening to my daughter, I was too busy thinking about my wife.

Me

That's a good idea. I'll call them or go over before the picnic. She obviously didn't know anything this morning, she would have said so

Eden

I think it's best coming from you ASAP

Me

On it

And if I'm being honest with myself, that's not all I want to be on. Especially if the kiss was anything to go by. Now I'm like the horny teenager I was back when I first started to notice Eden in a different light. And I've held it in for too long.

After we feed the animals, Blake asks if she can ride her new bike over to Gabe's house before the picnic as she often does when she's over here. I text him first to make sure he's home. She wants to go play with Trinity and Daisy, and I can't refuse her that.

It's also a perfect opportunity for me to have some alone time and do myself a big favor. So I go to my bedroom and lock the door. If I'm going to bust one out I need to do it now.

I undress from last night's clothes and underwear, letting them fall in a pile on the floor. Then I flop on my crumpled bed and grab a hold of my very erect cock. I get so hard thinking about Eden.

I love the way we used to be. The way I'd fit into her tight little body.

The way she'd let me do her wherever the fancy took me. She sure did turn out to be a good farm girl when I was done with her.

I'm sure nothing has changed. She still has a hot little body and a sweet little smile… Those delicate hands used to get me off exactly how I liked. And when her tongue got involved… it was all over.

She's always been the one to find and know my rhythm so easily, and what turns me on. We always had that chemistry. Even when things were going a little south.

I liked taking care of her last night too, even if I had a fair idea what her reaction would be in the morning.

I also can't deny I loved the way she wrapped herself around me in her sleep, like she had no cares in the world.

And she saw the tatt. Fuck. I do have some explaining to do about that.

She sure as hell got me fired up with that kiss this morning, neither of us seeming to care that my mom had just left, and our daughter was just outside.

I guess we were in the moment and fuck, it felt good. Her touching me like that again, looking up at me with those big, dark eyes. She wasn't drunk then, and she certainly didn't have any looks of regret on her face. And I've no regrets now as I lay back on my comfortable pillows and stroke myself up and down. My hips get involved pretty quickly and I close my eyes.

I wanna be selfish right now. I want to just picture my wife and I how we used to be.

Loved up and in the hay bales is how we liked it. We both grew to love the fact we could get caught, though we never did.

She'd only get half undressed to make sure she could cover up quickly if anyone came along.

I loved sucking on her perky tits. I always enjoyed playing with them, and the way they'd jangle in my face while we went to town. I groan as I think of the times she rode me cowgirl style. I convinced her a few times just to wear her cowboy boots. That was always hot.

I look down at my frantic movements, my hand working over my hard shaft, tugging back and forth. I know I'm getting ahead of myself, and that it's probably wrong. But I've been that pent up lately, wanting her to see me the way she did before.

Then we kissed and the spark came alive in my chest once more, radiating through my whole body. I don't want to read too much into it, but I know there's a chance. And that's all I need.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, watching myself, wishing it was her holding my cock. Then I could slide into her wet heat and we could reignite the fire that once was. I'm a guy who really loves sex, and doing myself favors isn't exactly what I want, but it gets the job done. For now, anyway. I move my hips fast and vigorous, laying back into the pillows as I rub myself off into submission, enjoying every stroke until I'm hot, sweaty and needy for her touch. I feel the warmth trickle up my body, and the intensity of my orgasm building, until I can't hold back anymore. My body turns rigid. My back pushing into the mattress, as I put one arm over my eyes and hold my cock steady, coming all over myself with a long, loud moan. I ride it out until the end, milking every last drop.

I'd fucking give anything for her to be calling my name again. Little does she know, I've been calling her name when I'm alone in the shower these last couple of weeks. She has no idea I rubbed one out right before Blake's party.

I blame it on those divorce papers. Ever since I found them it sparked something within me I didn't know was there. It's the only excuse I have left for my madness.

I lay there sticky and spent, still holding onto my cock, I frown looking down at myself.

I sure as hell feel better, but it doesn't exactly get me what I want. I know I have to do my best not to be a pushy bastard. She just broke up with jerk-face after all, and I have to at least try to play it cool and tread lightly. She always liked my fun sense of humor, so I'll make her laugh to the best of my ability and just be my usual self. I've never had to try to be anything else around her.

I make a move to shower again so I can clean myself up and get into some fresh clothes.

I'll send her a text and let her know I picked up a few snacks for the picnic. My heart jolts at the fact she's coming over later and we're going to spend the day together as a family. Other than Blake's out of school activities, we haven't done it in a while and Blake is dying to show her our new veggies growing and the progress Sawyer has made.

This is a nice feeling for me; I do a lot of things on my own when I'm not at work.

Farm life can be pretty hectic, but at home it gets a little lonely, especially on Blake's week with her mom.

And I haven't brought a woman back here in a while.

Now the only woman I want to bring back is my wife. I'm hard again just thinking about it. So much so, I may need to do that all again while I'm under the jets.

Maybe that might wash some of the madness away, but then again, probably not.

I sit on the barn floor waiting for my daughter to ride her bike home, and for my wife to arrive. While I'm waiting, I give Sawyer some love. She's such a sweet little thing. Her light gray coat has improved tenfold over the last few months. Her ears are darker, and her tummy white, with white patches down her legs and on her mane. I'd love to delve deeper into wildlife caring and taking on more animals.

It's not like I don't have the room. And Blake is probably right, there's a possibility we may need a dog, or even a cat. I have always been a dog lover, but I never thought I had the time, being so busy with work. But I've seen the way Callan is with Sunny, and his previous Amstaff, the big stocky Diesel. He has since passed now, but he used to follow Callan around the way Sunny does and spend the rest of the time sleeping. A farm dog would be cool. Maybe even a Border Collie.

I'd get more donkeys in a heartbeat, and I know the Stoney Creek Paws Rescue are always looking for an extra pair of hands, and foster homes.

"You're an angel," I tell my beautiful Sawyer, who seems to love the praise. They're such intelligent creatures. She's also very calming and getting more and more sociable as time goes on. She loves the veggies that we grow, especially the carrots. She also loves apples, bananas and pears too. I've planted some fruit trees more recently, but it will be a while yet before I see them fruiting. The dream is always there.

The stables are literally right behind the house, so the animals are never far away. It's completely fenced in too, so the chickens can roam and Sawyer sometimes even comes right up to the back door. I'm sure Blake would let her in the house if we could.

When I hear a car pull up, I get up to my feet and dust myself off.

"Back in a while," I tell Saw, while Bandit sticks his head over the stall. "And you guys can go out soon." He gives me the sound of approval when I walk past toward the front gate, planting my cowboy hat back on my head again.

My grin is ten feet wide as I see Eden getting out of her SUV with Noodle. She's dressed in dark jeans, boots and a pink and white checked flannel tucked into her jeans.

"Howdy there, princess," I say over the gate, tipping my hat as Noodle comes trotting up.

She has certainly perked up a little since I saw her last. Maybe a few more hours of rest was what she needed. "Hi," she says with a smile, holding up a cooler bag and a picnic basket. "I may have gone a little over the top."

I chuckle. "No way, not with me and Blake around." I open the gate so they can both come through. Noodle presses her paws on my leg and wags her tail like I haven't seen her in five hundred years, when in reality it was just a few hours ago. And she slept with us all night.

"Where's Blake?" Eden asks as we walk around the back toward the sliding door that leads directly into the back family room.

"She went over to play with Trin and Daisy until you got here. Skye just texted me to say she's riding back."

"It's so handy with them living so close," she says.

"Tell me about it. It's far enough away we have space, but close enough when we need each other."

A soft smile forms her perfect lips as I lead her inside. Noodle trots on in and makes herself at home.

My house is a big one-level homestead with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large kitchen and dining, plus two dens and a study. One is more set up for movie nights, while the larger one is for everyday use.

It's country through and through, with timber floors and rustic benchtops in the kitchen, a big island Callan made for me, and huge beams in the high ceilings.

We used a lot of reclaimed and recycled materials. I also had solar panels fitted a few years ago, and a solar hot water system. I installed water tanks years ago, and my own irrigation system. So, I'm pretty much off the grid. It's also not as neat at Gabe's house, I don't know how he does it.

I know he had a nanny who did extra house duties and all before Skye came into the picture, but he's always been a bit of a neat freak regardless.

"The place is looking good," she says, as her eyes glance around my expansive den.

I managed to tidy up a bit around here before she arrived. Unloading the dishwasher and giving the floors a going over.

"You mean, I tidied up." I laugh.

"Something like that."

"I was never too domestic, but I try." I've had to get better over the years, especially when Blake is here and I need to do washing, folding and all that stuff. Blake is pretty good too and helps out a lot around the house.

She smiles. "You were always very hands on to me."

I laugh as I help her with the picnic basket and her cooler bag. "Are we still talking about domestic chores?"

Her eyes widen and she presses her palm into her forehead. "Clearly, I'm still hungover."

"Maybe a little." I give her a cheeky sideways grin.

"And about that kiss," she starts. Her perfect white teeth dig into her bottom lip.

I stand with my hand on my hip and look down at her, my eyes flick to her mouth. She's as fresh as a fucking daisy now. Not that she looked bad before, even if she was nursing a bit of a hangover.

It's also nice to see her dressed casually in jeans and checked shirt. She's usually all business when I see her in work attire, not that I mind that either. She doesn't wear much makeup, and I've always loved the fact I can see the freckles on her nose.

"What about it?"

"I shouldn't have done that," she says. I can tell she's a little nervous.

"Hey, we're married, I think we're allowed."

She hits me playfully on the arm. "I'm serious! I only just broke up with Kirk."

Here we go. I wondered if this was going to come into play. "Look, let's not talk about him today. Just enjoy yourself here at the farm with our daughter. No pressure."

She bites her lip again, and it takes everything I have to not reach out and pull it away.

"Don't overthink it," I say. "It happened, and it was good. We'll work out if it means anything later." It means something to me alright, but again, I don't want to come on too strong. She already mentioned Kirk right after she brought up our kiss. And if I never hear his name again it will be too soon.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I'm perfectly sure. You worry too much, E. You always have. Now, are you feeling better after that breakfast and coffee?"

She laughs quietly. "I am, yes. I had a nap after you left, and I'm never drinking again."

"Famous last words. You are cute when you're a little tipsy."

"There was nothing cute about my behavior last night." She covers her face again with her hands and I chuckle. "More and more came back to me after you left."

"Trust me, you were." I tug on her hand. "Now, while we wait for Blake, why don't we go for a stroll around and I'll show you what I've been doing when I'm not at work."

"I'd love that. I know you're always doing something." She smiles.

"You know me." I want to wrap her up in my arms and give her a hug, smell her hair and tell her everything is going to be alright. But I don't make any such move to touch her. I'm afraid of my body's reaction if I do.

"Yes, I do, Brooklyn Bassett."

"Woah, using both my names. I must be in trouble."

"When are you not?"

"That's true, but hey. You knew that when you married me."

She looks at me and we both laugh. It's not like you can't find the funny side in that.

"Are you ever going to stop making jokes like that about us still being married?"

"Not while I'm still breathin', baby."