Page 44 of Ironside
Our second date. He remembered that? It was just a passing comment.
My breath lodged in my throat and I gripped his forearm with excitement.
“Are you serious?”
He nodded, gesturing to the field.
“Twenty acres, if you want it.”
Releasing my grip on Ironside, I raced into the field as my mind swirled with visions of what I could do with so much space.
There was room for a greenhouse. And a shade garden or a moon garden under the trees.
And I could plant row upon row of flowers. Dahlias the size of dinner plates. Fragrant lilies. Elegant irises. And roses. So many roses. In pink and red and purple and cream and…
I spun around to face Ironside. He crossed his tattooed forearms, fondness crinkling at the corners of his eyes.
“What do you think?” he prompted. “Say the word, and it’s yours.”
A knot of emotion formed in my throat. I couldn’t believe it. After waiting so long, I was finally madly in love with the man I was going to marry in the spring.
“I think you’re going to make me a very happy wife,” I said.
He chuckled and pulled his phone from his cut pocket, dialing a number.
“Hey, yeah, I’m calling back about that land you’re selling. My lady said yes.”
I bounced on my toes, lightheaded with excitement. I could barely contain myself as Ironside talked on the phone for a few more minutes, then hung up and held his hand out to me.
“It’s done. We have to sign paperwork tomorrow to seal the deal, but I made a down payment to secure the land in your name. Lena’s Flower Farm is officially underway.”
I flung my arms around his neck. He stumbled back a few steps to catch his balance in the onslaught of my enthusiasm, and he laughed against my mouth when I kissed him.
“I can’t fucking wait to marry you,” he murmured.
A blush warmed my cheeks in the cool mountain air.
“Well, I’ve heard you’re a patient man. So, you have to hold out until spring. But…” I paused as I opened his cut, unbuttoning his shirt. “We can practice being husband and wife until then.”
Ironside’s pupils darkened. I reached down between us, palming his cock. He twitched against my hand.
“Fuck, Lena—” he rasped.
I grinned, unbuckling his belt and dragging the zipper of his fly down. Slipping my hand inside his jeans, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, teasing at the head with my thumb. He groaned, low and deep in his throat, thrusting into my grip.
Glancing up at him, I held Ironside’s gaze as I sank to my knees, pulling his jeans down. His cock stood proud and stiff, pulsing with every pump of his heart. I dragged my tongue along his length, swirling around the crown.
Ironside plunged his hand into my hair with a growl of appreciation, tugging lightly. I closed my lips around the head of his cock, sucking him down, cupping his balls in the process. His muscles strained, his breathing ragged.
I loved seeing him like this—aroused and hard and falling apart because of me. It never failed to make my own ache of need throb between my thighs.
Fumbling at the button on my jeans, I slipped my hand inside my pants and found my pussy was slick already. I couldn’t resist circling my clit, tracing those sensitive spots that made my pleasure burn hot and bright through my veins.
Ironside noticed what I was doing, and he surged in my grip even harder.
“That’s it, petal,” he said. “Touch yourself while you suck me off. I want you good and wet for me when I eat you out.”
Before I realized what I was doing, I slid one finger lower until I found the warm heat of my entrance. Then I pushed in, slowly, carefully. It pinched a little, but not enough to make me stop. I gasped at the sensation, gently stretching my pussy open as I licked and sucked on his cock.
