37. Boston

CHAPTER 37

BOSTON

Ford bought me a farm.

Kale still wanted to put us both in the ground and Ford was busy putting his name on an offer for a 124-acre property three hours away from the city that already had a thriving produce business and room to expand. Sitting in a rocking chair on the porch, I texted Shawn to let him know his dreams for the food kitchen were coming true, then I texted my brother.

Me : Let me know when you're ready.

His response came quickly.

Kale : Fine.

I slid my phone back into my pocket and lifted my feet, letting the chair start to rock. The gentle sway reminded me of being back with my parents, but I could still taste Ford on my tongue, smell him on my clothes, and the things that had meant to the most to me before were so much more now.

Behind me at the door, Ford and Lisa said their goodbyes and I vaguely listened as she told him when to expect a response from the seller, but that his offer was fair. She didn't see a reason the property wouldn't sell. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, the air infinitely cleaner here than in the city. Everything was different at the farm when compared to the city, everything except for one very important thing.

"You look like you could get used to this," Ford said, his voice a low rumble as he sat down in the chair to my right.

"I think I already am."

"We should know by the end of the week," he said.

I nodded, turning my head to the side and opening my eyes to drink him in. The sight of him took my breath away because, between the two of us, Ford was the one who looked like he could get the most used to the comfort and quiet of a farm. I smiled, reaching out for his hand and settling back against the seat once he took it.

"Is this too much?" he asked, letting his chair begin to rock in time with mine. The motion wasn't always perfect and sometimes the opposing forces tugged us in different directions, but his grip on my hand remained steady and firm as we continued side by side.

"Buying me a farm?" I scoffed, containing the noise in the back of my throat. "It's a lot."

"But is it too much?"

It should have been too much. If for no other reason than I had inherited enough of my own money to buy a farm if it was what I truly wanted, but Ford had done it for me. He'd observed and he'd listened and he'd heard what I missed the most in my life, and he'd found a way to give it to me. It should have been overbearing and over the top, but watching the rays of the setting sun disappear past the horizon, it was anything but. Ford trying to buy me a farm to make me smile was the same as the way he washed me in the shower and carefully picked the drying cum out of my happy trail. It was the way he made me coffee in the morning if he got up first and it was the way he would have put himself between Kale and me if it had come down to that. Ford took care of me with his body, his heart, and also with his money. It was a luxury we were both lucky to have.

"Not for you," I said.

"We didn't even talk about logistics." He turned his attention back toward the driveway. "It's quite a commute."

"We don't have to stay here full time," I was quick to say, "I love your home in the city. I even like my apartment. This is…a nice alternative."

"There's a lot of hiring to do." Ford preemptively sounded tired.

"I won't put any of that on you," I promised, giving his hand a squeeze. "You've done plenty. I can talk to my parents and get the backend logistics and anything else."

"So what you're saying is, much like everything else we've done, we'll figure this out as we go."

"It's worked out so far," I agreed, giving him a tug as I stood from the chair. Lisa had already left, and I didn't want to overstay our welcome on property that wasn't yet ours. "But let's get home for now."

Ford pretended to pout, yanking me against his chest and pressing a kiss against my mouth. "I thought home was me."

I smiled against him, returning the kiss. "Home is wherever you are, and bonus points if there's a bed because I do want to finish what we started earlier.

Ford had me in the car before I'd had a chance to stop laughing, and we were off back toward the city. A much longer three hours later, we pulled into the garage around the corner from his house, and then before I knew it, we were in his house, the mess of my clothes and luggage still in the entryway, but finally dry.

As soon as the door closed, Ford had my back against it, his hands furiously pulling at my belt and my zipper while I tried and failed to kick off my shoes without falling. He caught me just as one shoe went flying and righted me with so much force I fell out of the other.

"Now that that's sorted," I murmured, the sentiment lost as he slanted his mouth back against mine.

Admittedly, nothing short of the interruption from Kale would have been enough to distract me from how horny I'd been earlier in the day. Ford's mouth against my asshole like that should have been categorized as a wonder of the world, and the exciting stretch as he'd pushed his finger into me…out of this world.

Fast as lightning, Ford maneuvered us both to his bedroom and I was back against the same tangled sheets from the morning, and he was back between my legs like he'd been there all along. I spread my legs wide, no longer nervous about the anticipation of the whole thing.

"Jesus." He rubbed his face across my ass, burying his nose in my crack. "You smell so fucking good."

"It's sweat."

"I love it." He licked my crack from my asshole up to my balls then back down again. He added a finger sooner than he had in the morning, and I reached down to lift my cock and balls to make more room for him. I couldn't see much of his face, save for his eyes, which were dark and frenzied with lust. He used one hand to work me open, the other shoved between his own legs. I could see the muscles in his arm twisting as he jacked his cock into the sheets, groaning and pushing his tongue into me.

"That feels so good, Ford. So good." I petted my trembling hand through his hair, dropping my head back against the pillows.

"There's lube," he mumbled, pulling himself away enough for me to hear him. "Lube in the nightstand."

I rolled over to grab it, tossing it down to his waiting hand. He was back with his mouth against me and then a searing heat as he pushed two lube-slick fingers into my already wet and ready hole. I arched off the bed, fisting his hair and pulling him closer against me.

"That's a lot," I whined.

"Breathe into it, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing the inside of my thigh. "Let me make you feel good."

He pushed both fingers into me up to the knuckle and I cried out, ready to call the whole thing off. The nerves were back and I knew if I told him to stop, we would stop. Ford changed his position between my legs, stroking his free hand gingerly over the gooseflesh on my stomach while keeping his other hand firmly lodged inside of me.

"I trust you," I rasped, repeating it over and over like a mantra until he started to move his hand. I grimaced, and he added more lube. The sounds coming from my body were beyond indecent, but Ford growled and groaned after every one. A cold sweat broke out across my temples, and then my balls started to hurt . Cradling them in my palm, I searched for his face, finding his stare laser-focused on me.

"Do you want this?" Ford asked carefully, easing his fingers out of me. He poured lube over his long cock and teased the tip of it against my hole. "Do you want me , sweetheart?"

I didn't just want Ford. I needed him in ways I didn't yet know how to articulate.

Ford had turned my life upside down, and I knew that hadn't been either of our intent, but it had happened just the same. Life had a funny way of giving you the things you asked for, even if those things didn't look the way you expected when you asked for them in the first place.

I'd been yearning for the comfort and safety of home, expecting it to be shaped like California and the faded wallpaper of my childhood bedroom. Instead, I found it looking like a six-foot tall man with careful hands and thoughtful eyes. I found in the way my chest swelled when he smiled at me, the way I felt like a king when he went slack-jawed from release.

"Yes," I whispered, nodding rapidly and digging the back of my head deeper into the pillows.

Ford propped himself with one hand beside my head, the other secured around the base of his cock and then my vision went white. His cock was thicker and longer than his fingers, the stretch of penetration feeling suddenly insurmountable. I screwed my eyes shut, muscles clamping down and stopping him from getting more than an inch inside.

"Boston, sweetheart." He brushed my hair back from my face, took my glasses off, and bent forward to knock our noses together. "Boston, it's me. It's just me. Relax, sweetheart. Relax."

I heard the words, understood the definitions, but my body was in revolt.

At least, it had been until Ford pressed his mouth against mine. I could taste the familiar flavor of him on my tongue, mixed with my own sweat, and there was something so indecently primal about the combination. I snaked my hand around the back of his neck, holding him down and sealing our mouths together. I breathed into him, through him, and then Ford growled into my mouth as his cock slid deeper into me.

The pain was blinding, and then…

Then…

It was anything but.

"There you go," he said softly against my lips, the simple words nothing more than a praiseful recognition of what I'd given him. "Oh, God, Boston… you feel perfect."

"Do you really mean that?" I murmured, the question barely audible even to my own ears. Ford's hips pressed against the backs of my thighs and he groaned, going still between my legs.

I'd never felt anything like what Ford made me feel, and I was constantly at war with myself when it came to believing it would last. I didn't understand what made me so special. Maybe it was because I'd spent my whole life feeling one-upped by Kale, who was always smarter and faster and better at everything, or maybe it was because I was jealous of his relationship with Christian, the easy way they loved each other. It could have been any number of things, none of which I wanted to think about with Ford buried inside of me. He hadn't done anything wrong. He'd been upfront and honest with me from the start, and any issues about either of our pasts had always been mine. It wasn't fair for me to put any of it on him when he'd been so amazing from the gate.

"Never mind," I said quickly, closing my eyes. A strangled groan twisted in my throat and I wanted to focus on him, not the rest of it. "It doesn't matter."

"I mean it more than I've ever meant anything else in my life," Ford answered anyway, dropping his forehead against mine. "I want you to believe that."

"I do. I'm sorry, I really do."

How could I not? The proof was painted across his face, clear as day.

Ford moved his hips back slightly and eased forward, a short and slick pump of his cock in and out of me. Sensation and need flared to life somewhere around the base of my spine and I grabbed him around the waist, fingers digging into his trim muscles. With Ford inside of me, I lost track of everything except the feel of his body moving against mine. When it started to hurt, he slowed down, added more lube, changed position. All the while he kissed and cared for me, finally coming with me on all fours and his chin notched against my shoulder, breath hot against my ear.

The sounds he made as his body went still, hot spurts of cum shooting into the deepest parts of my body, were enough to bring me over the edge. I grabbed my cock and jacked myself once, twice, and then jets of hot cum splattered against my stomach and my fingers. Every muscle in my body convulsed as I spilled onto the sheets, and Ford cursed into my ear, sinking his teeth into the earlobe and rutting deeper into me.

We collapsed in a heap, his cum already trickling down the back of my sac as we fell tangled into the sweat-soaked sheets. Ford rolled me onto my side, his softening cock still lodged as deep in my ass as his body would allow, and he kissed the back of my neck, the top of my head, everywhere he could reach. I wrapped his arms around my chest, my own fingers scrabbling against his wrists to keep him in place behind me.

"You're okay," he whispered, hooking one leg over my calf and pulling us closer together. His dick slipped out of me, pressing hot and wet against my ass. "You're okay. I've got you still."

I nodded, realizing for the first time my entire body was shaking. Without him inside of me, I was free to move, so I turned and buried my face against his chest, relishing the smell of our mixed sweat, the lingering scent of salty cum hovering in the space between us. It awakened something new inside of me, and I licked him from his nipple to his collarbone, grunting with an unspoken appreciation for the way he'd opened my eyes. The way he'd changed my life.

"When your heart rate quiets down, I'll get you into the shower," he promised. "I'll clean you up and take you back to bed and, if you like, we can do that all over again.

I hummed, shifting my weight to push him onto his back so I could sit on top of him in a straddle. Ford's eyes went wide with surprise, then a soft and almost arrogant smile quirked the corners of his mouth.

I dipped my chin against my chest, looking down at the bouncing hardness of my own cock. I'd come all over myself, the evidence of it still drying and dripping down my stomach, but my body showed no signs of slowing down. I grabbed the lube and poured some into my hand, then gave a slow, overhanded stroke of my cock, returning the sly smile.

"How about we skip the shower and get to the doing it again part right now?"