16. Lawson

SIXTEEN

"Babe, you about ready?" It's been three days since we escaped to the cabin. Our shit is tighter than ever. We're on even playing ground. While we've still got some kinks to work out, we're better than ever. Right now, she's in the bathroom, and I'm trying not to lose my shit with worry because she's been in there longer than I'd like. There's something about finding the woman who's yours unconscious and not coming to only to have the doctor push all kinds of meds and keep her safely sedated without you knowing a damn thing. I'm pretty sure that scene is going to haunt me for the foreseeable future.

"Almost." Our bags are packed, the food is stowed away in a cooler, and the trash is taken out. I'd have stayed the entire week, but Juni is hell bent on getting back to work. There was no talking her out of it. I tried my hardest but finally relented. We agreed she wouldn't take on more work than necessary even if that meant telling other ranchers no. The water turning on and off is my only tell she's done. I watch as she comes out of the bathroom, looking for any signs of her getting sick again. She should be good. The medicine is on her bedside table along with her Sprite, more ice less soft drink for her to take the minute she wakes up.

"I'm not sure which version of you I prefer more," she says as she walks toward me. Mom packed her clothes meant for comfort, and today isn't much different. She"s in a beige and floral cotton dress with ties on her shoulders that shows the curves of her body. She may not realize it yet, but I can see the small and subtle changes. The sun she's gotten from sitting outside during the day has helped her lose the pallor, and in its place is sun-kissed skin. Juniper walks up to me, head tipping up, and goes on to explain, "I like the Lawson in pajama bottoms with no shirt. I also like the version of you in jeans, the top button undone, and no shirt. Then there's this version, the cowboy rancher. Jeans, boots, belt buckle, plaid shirt, and hat. This is a conundrum because I really like them all."

My hands wrap around her waist, hers go to my arms, and I pull her to me. I dip my head, lips lightly grazing hers. "It's a good thing you've got every version of me, babe." She presses as close to me as she can. One small little whimper, and I'm sliding my tongue inside. I glide the palm of my hand down her ass, squeezing the flesh, and her leg is lifting up and around my hip. I'm nothing if not a gentleman, so I help her up until I've got her wrapped around me. A few short steps have her back plastered against the wall. I dip my hips, cock notching right along her slit, and she has no problem helping me out. She drops a hand from my bicep, moving her dress out of the way in order to feel more of me. My mouth moves away from hers, reluctantly. I pull the fabric on one of the ties on her shoulder, and she's bare. "Sweet merciful heaven," I groan as I trail kisses down her throat to her chest, and I don't stop until I've got her nipple in my mouth.

"Lawson." My eyes stay on her face. I want to enjoy how she lets go anytime she's in my arms. My teeth nip at the pebbled tip before sucking deeper. Juniper starts trying to move her hips up and down, chasing an orgasm. She's been insatiable ever since the sickness finally calmed its ass down. I'd walk past her, and if the tips of my fingers so much as graze her thigh, she was pulling me in for a whole lot more.

"Fuck it, we'll stay here another night." I move to her other nipple. I've yet to figure out which lights her up faster, my mouth on her pussy while she's riding my face or doing what I am now. All I know is we"re both reaping the rewards of her pregnancy hormones. My woman is as insatiable as my cock, and waking up with her practically on top of me, my hand full of her ass, is even better.

"We can't, dang it." Her voice yearns for more even though her words are telling me another story.

"Sure, we can. We've got four more days at least,. I pull away from her tits, hating that I'm losing her soft, sweet skin.

"You can, Lawson, but I've taken off too much time as it is. We're not fighting over this. I won't overdo it, promise."

"Alright, but I don't like it. At all." Her smile lights up her whole face. She's won this round. There's still one more obstacle we've got to face. "We'll do it your way on this. Now, for your place or mine, I don't care which house we"re at, but we'll be in the same bed every night. I've finally got the woman I've wanted all along. Our child is a bonus, babe, and I'm going to be there every step of the way."

"I can concede to that, but just so you know, where I go, my craft room goes. So, you may want to account for that." I learn something new every day. My woman has been holding out on me. Not that I'm surprised. It seems like all the women in our family have a hobby of some sort. Tallulah collects animals and loves audiobooks. Birdie is more of a paperback reader and loves to have girls" nights as much as she can. As for Mom, well, there are so many damn hobbies, none of us can keep up with them.

"As long as you come with it, I don't give a fuck if you need half the damn house. Now, since I've got blue balls from hell and I know we're not going to finish what we started, you ready?" She wiggles her way down my body. My hands go back to her hips, holding her steady. Once again, that fear of her fainting is always in the forefront of my mind. She takes matters into her own hands, re-tying her dress, and I groan as my hand leaves her hip, and the palm of my hand cups her cheek.

"I'm ready. Can we discuss on the way back down how we're going to tell your parents? I don't want to keep any more secrets from anyone." There she goes, worrying about everyone else except herself.

"We can do anything you want, Juniper. Anything at all." Her hand slides on top of mine covering her cheek, then she brings our connected hands down, and I get another view entirely. She guides us out of the bedroom, through the small house, and I get to watch her tight ass sway back and forth the entire time. It isn't until she stops us at the front door, knowing damn well I'll open it for her, that we stop.

"Lawson Johnson, something tells me you had help all along. When did the truck get here?" she asks.

"When you were showering. Wrangled in Dad and JW for some help, but don't worry. JW is none the wiser. He's used to me coming out here on my own for a day or so." A small laugh escapes her sweet self.

"You thought of everything when it came to kidnapping me, didn't you?"

"Fuck yeah, and I'll do it again any damn time my woman needs time away from the bullshit or I want to have her to myself." She lifts herself up on the tips of her toes, barely reaching my jaw, and I get with the program. My lips drop to hers, and I give us what we both want. The next time I've got her pressed against me, I'm not going to stop until we both get what we need.