The next hour is pure torture. Ellie sits next to me. The smell of her eases into my cells and grips my dick from the inside out. We talk about driving the cattle to my ranch. About life in Brazil. About Brent taking over the Hawkins ranch.
“I saw your truck over near the foreman’s cabin. The only thing turned on over there is the water.”
Ellie stiffens a bit, and I want to laugh. “I used the showers today but noticed the electricity wasn’t connected. Since I’m staying
here for a few days, what do I need to do to hook it up?”
“Unless you’re an electrician, there’s not much you can do. The last storm caused that big oak behind the house to fall and the line was severed.” Ellie’s dad looks toward the stairs. “You can take Brent’s old room upstairs unless you want to bunk with Brent.”
“Jeez Tom, you can’t like Cooper much if you're suggesting he stay at Brent’s.” Amy crumples up a napkin and tosses it at her husband. “Our son may live on his own, but he’s still got the hygiene of a twelve-year-old.” She looks at Cooper. “You stay in Brent’s room.”
“Thank you.” I risk a quick glance at Ellie who has her poker face pasted on but under the table her knee bobs up and down until I place my hand on it. “It’ll be nice to spend some quality time with all of you.”
Amy pushes away from the table and stands. “It’s settled then, you're sleeping next to Ellie. I mean in the room next to Ellie. How about dessert?”
I let my hand drift up Ellie’s inner thigh. Her skin is as soft as velvet. Back and forth I skim the sensitive skin at the edge of her dress. “Dessert sounds amazing. I’ve been looking forward to it all day long.” My fingers dare to dance beneath the fabric and her thighs clamp shut, trapping my hand just as I reach her treasure box.
“Ellie helped make the pie.” Amy says as she places the pie plate on the table. “You will love her pie.”
“There’s no doubt in my mind.” I wiggle my hand and she relaxes her grip, letting my fingers trace the near soaked swatch of her panties.
Regrettably, I am forced to pull my hand from between her legs when Amy passes a piece of pie my way. One glance around the table and I know only one person has picked up the double entendre of the evening.
Tom and Brent are in deep conversation about the cattle while Amy disappears into the kitchen to find the whipped cream.
I fork a piece of pie and put it in my mouth.
Ellie turns her body to face me. “How do you like my pie?” She asks, sweetly.
I set down my fork and pull the fingers that recently brushed against her damp panties into my mouth. “Delicious.”
Her mouth drops almost to her chin. Something tells me that Ellie has more sass than practice, but I’ll enjoy teaching her everything she needs to know to please me.
Three
Ellie
After dinner, the boys grab a beer and go out to the deck while Mom and I clean up. Although I would have chafed at the notion that a girl’s place is in the kitchen, I need a little space. Cooper makes my brains turn to mush.
In theory I am getting exactly what I want. I challenged him and he’s responding over and over again. There is no denying his attraction to me or mine to him, but am I ready?
“You seem distracted tonight, honey. Is everything okay.”
I dry the last dish and lean against the counter. “I’m good. Just thinking about what’s next.”
Mom tucks the dishtowel over the oven door handle. “You just got home, you don’t need to know what will happen next.”
Little did she know we are talking about two different subjects, and I know exactly what will happen next. I pined for the man for years, and now he's here and wants me, and I will give him anything he desires.
“Cooper has always been a good-looking boy, but he turned into a fine-looking man.” Mom cranes her neck to peek at the men on the deck. “He will break some hearts around here.”
“God, I hope not.” I reach into the refrigerator, grab myself a beer, and join the men outside.
“So I’ll see you at five.” Brent rises and gives Cooper a one-armed bro hug.
“Five?” I ask. “What has to happen at five that can’t happen at seven?” I take Brent’s vacated seat next to Cooper.
“We’re moving two hundred head of cattle to Coop’s property,” Brent replies.