Returning to plating the French toast and bacon, I grab the two coffee mugs, and make my way upstairs.
Peyton didn’t know I took the day off, so this will be one hell of a surprise, and if she isn’t too sore, I plan on taking her riding today. There’s an area she hasn’t seen yet and if I have my way, it’ll be where we say our vows to each other.
I walk into the bathroom seeing how much longer she’ll be in there, when I see she’s in the bathtub. My plan comes together. I’ll feed her and then maybe have her feed me, too, fuck, I like the sound of that.
“Good morning,” I’m making my way closer to the tub, setting our coffee down on the counter, while I pull up a chair that was put up here for the vanity Peyton brought over to use.
Her eyes pop open and she sits straight up giving me the best view, her pert tits are floating up, and I can see her nipples hardening at the cool air or the sight of me. I’m praying it’s the later, “Good morning, I thought you’d be working today?”
“Took today off.” I move the chair closer to the tub and grab a cup of coffee. I didn’t think this through really well. I guess I’ll have to suck it up and share Peyton’s sugar with coffee type of drink.
“Did you make breakfast? You’re spoiling me Levi, I’ll never be able to pay you back,” she admonishes.
“You don’t have to pay me back with anything. I like having you here and taking care of you,” I tell her, with honesty.
I know she’s been on her own more than most women, with her being away in college and then when her mom was sick, I know she was more of a caregiver than a child. Jack did his best running the ranch and taking care of Sue, but shit, Peyton deserves to be taken care of.
Cutting the French toast with a fork, I bring the bite to her mouth and she takes a bite of it. “This has to be the best breakfast ever and that’s up there with the breakfast tacos,” she moans.
Her moan has me sitting back trying to adjust my cock that stays in a hard state when I’m around Peyton. Add in her being wet and knowing she’s naked, I’ll have the imprint of my zipper before too long.
She takes sips of coffee while I feed myself bites of our meal. I tell her we’re going for a ride, and Peyton’s face lights up. This morning while she was asleep, I went over to her ranch and brought over Snickers and all of her tack. Giving her a permanent stall here, once the sale has gone through, I’ll start working on merging our horses together and breed them, continuing on Jack’s legacy, while still keeping the steady flow of business going with both of our buyers.
23
Peyton
Levi gives me one surprise after another. This one though, it takes the cake. We walked out to his barn. I thought I’d be riding one of the quarter horses he has here. Yet, when we got there, I heard the distinct sound of Snickers.
“Levi,” I turn around to look at his handsome face, tears are sliding down my cheeks.
“You didn’t have to do this, I would have brought her over.” He comes up to me, cupping my cheeks, as his thumbs wipe the tears that keep falling unchecked down my cheeks.
“One day, you’re going to understand that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Especially, something as small as bringing your horse over. You live here now, it’s only fair she lives here with us.” I snake my hands around his neck, it’s my way of getting him to come closer to me. There’s only so much height standing on my toes will give me. I kiss him like my soul is on fire and he’s the thirst to put out the flame.
“Thank you,” I tell him when we finish our kiss.
“Baby, you don’t have to thank me for everything,” he grumbles, and he leads me to the tack room where we get everything we need to ride.
Levi kisses me again as we both leave the room with our hands full. I’m giggling like a schoolgirl and he’s grinning the whole way to Rocky’s stall.
We both tack up our horses and walk them out of the barn. I watch as Levi gets on Rocky with an ease he was born and bred to do. His muscles moving under his flannel shirt and worn-in jeans. The way he fills a pair of tight-fitting jeans, it makes me stumble as I grab the saddle horn and attempt to throw my leg over Snickers.
I look like a fool and Snickers moves a little, and all I can do is laugh. I finally get seated, Levi looks at me, fair and square I’ve been caught ogling again, “What? It’s mine I can look all I want,” I reply with all the sass I have built up inside of me.