Special Occasion

Ethan: One Year Later
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I double check the gate at Baabara’s palace. I swear, if that ewe disrupts my plans today I’ll sell her. I give the wooden fence a hard shake and the gate remains closed. I peer in Baabara’s front window, making eye contact. “Just stay in your home for once,” I tell her. Then I reach in my pocket for the baggy of Gran’s fresh dill and toss it to the sheep as a peace offering. 

What’s that phrase Colleen always uses? Positive reinforcement…basically a bribe. 

Sheep business settled, I hurry back to the cabin to finish getting ready. Today was a big day for Lia and I intend to cap it off with an extra-special evening. 

It doesn’t take much effort to spruce up the house. My sterile home has been transformed by her presence here. It really feels like an entirely new space we’ve made together, between the bright curtains and rugs and multitude of book spines filling the teal shelves she asked me to build.

Today I added even more color by filling jars with cut flowers I grabbed from Molly at the farm store, along with a pack of candles apparently called “tea lights.” I know women enjoy this sort of thing, and even I can admit the place looks cozy. I’ve just finished lighting a fire and dimming the lights when I hear Lia’s footsteps on the porch. 

I sink into the couch and fold my hands, eager to watch her discover what I’ve done. The door opens and she enters the cabin. “Ethan? Oh, wow!” Her eyes work their way around the small room and I watch her face shine in the candlelight. She finds me on the couch and rushes over. “This is beautiful.”

I pull her into my lap, enjoying the squeak she lets out. “You’re beautiful.” I kiss her, loving the familiarity of the gesture, loving that she’s mine to kiss. “How did things go with Dr. Sanchez?”

Lia nuzzles into my chest, hugging me tightly. “So good, Ethan. Best checkup I’ve had in years.”

Lia has been off all her oral medications, managing her symptoms with just the infusions at the small clinic over in Climax. Her energy levels have been higher than ever and she could probably drive herself to and from the visits, but she says she enjoys the one-on-one time in the car with her brother. I know better than to interfere with sibling traditions. 

“I’m so happy for you, baby. I want you to feel good.”

I feel the smile on her face against my neck as she burrows in deeper. “I do feel good, Ethan. So good. Oh!” Lia draws back as my finger explores the side of her breast, surprising her when I make contact with her nipple. 

I arch a brow and meet her eye, silently questioning whether she’s up for another feel-good activity. She licks her lip and adjusts her posture on my lap. My thumb draws a small circle over her nipple and Lia lets her head drop back with a sigh. Game on. 

I latch onto her neck like one of the vampires in the books she’s always reading with Colleen, and Lia snaps on like a light switch. She churns her hips in my lap and fumbles with the buttons on my shirt. I peel her out of her sweater and tank top, pleased to discover she has no bra beneath those layers. 

I get back to business loving on her nipples while she runs those gorgeous hands through my hair, along my shoulders. I love the feel of her fingers on my body everywhere, but when she reaches for my belt I let out a low groan. It feels so damn good to be with her this way. Soon we’re both naked, sprawled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Her eyes twinkle in the low light, pupils dilated til there’s hardly any iris left. I’m sure my eyes are hooded to match. 

Lia digs her hands into my backside, pulling me close to her center. “I need the friction, Ethan. You have me so turned on.”

“Well, I can’t let my lady suffer, can I?” I trail kisses down her stomach, along the top of her thighs, and I meet her eye again as I spread her open, checking in.

“Oh, yes, Ethan. Please.” Lia’s hands dig into the rug as I explore her folds with my tongue. I part her gently, letting the salty scent of her wash over me. This woman is all mine, and I intend to show her my appreciation. Her hand drops lightly into my hair when I slide a finger inside her, and then she pulls harder when I suck on her clit. Okay, she’s wanting more pressure. 

I grow impossibly hard when Lia starts moaning, rocking her hips up to meet my tongue as I feast on her while I slide my finger in and out of her body. She’s slick and hot and soon she starts pulsing around my hand. I feel the flood of her release as she shrieks my name in our home, the sounds of her pleasure bouncing off the walls.

She yanks me up by the armpits after she comes, kissing me fiercely while she works through the super-sensitive spell she always experiences after a big orgasm. “I love that I can taste myself on you,” she whispers. 

“Mm, I love how you taste, too.” I kiss her again, happy to stay like this indefinitely, reveling in the feel of her, the nearness, the trust she shows me by letting me please her that way. Oral used to be totally off the table with Lia’s symptoms, but the better she feels the more she’s been eager to try. I don’t know if it’s that she’s on the mend or if I just really love licking her everywhere, but I’m over the moon about these advancements. 

“I need you inside me,” Lia whispers, grabbing hold of my erection and giving me a firm tug. She rubs a thumb over the sensitive tip, smearing pre-cum around and making me groan as she lines me up. I smile and sigh as I slide into her, happy to stay this way forever. And then Lia starts to move. 

I’m at least twice as big as her, and she still manages to thrust beneath me, drawing me further inside, locking her legs around my hips. She bites my shoulder–my cue to ride her harder. I dig my palms into the floor and look down at her as I drive into her. Lia glows by the firelight, hair everywhere, skin flushed pink and perfect. “God, I love you so much. Shit, you feel amazing.” 

“Ethan, shit. So good.” Lia’s words are punctuated with grunts and thrusts of her hips. It doesn’t take long before I feel a white-hot spark at the base of my spine. Propping myself on one hand, I reach between our bodies to circle her clit with my thumb, wanting her to get dessert before I come inside her. As soon as I feel her pulsing around my cock, I let loose with a roar, flooding her with my own release.

We must fall asleep on the carpet. At any rate, we wake up on the carpet. But we’re not alone. Through the corner of one sleepy eye, I spy the damn menace merino munching her way through the flower vases I had set on the coffee table. 

Lia giggles in my arms. At least she’s not horrified that we’ve been burgled by a sheep. “Baabara,” I hiss. “Get out.” 

She bleats at me and Lia bursts into hysterical laughter. “I forgot to lock the door,” she wails. There are tears running down her face as Baabara noses a vase of sunflowers out of the way in search of the lavender stems. I’m about to get up and kick the sheep outside, literally, when I hear Molly’s voice, distraught. 

“Baabara? Are you okay? Shoot. I was supposed to double-check–oh! Oh my.” Molly freezes in the doorway, hands clapped over her eyes at the sight of my bare ass as I try to cover Lia with my body.

“The sheep is just fine,” I mutter, reaching behind me for a blanket from the couch. I drape it quickly over Lia and grab another one that barely reaches around my waist. “You can look now, Moll. Sorry if I blinded you.”

Molly spreads her fingers briefly to verify it’s safe to look and then bursts into laughter. I grab a handful of Baabara’s wool with one hand and tug her toward the door. Molly and Lia feed off one another’s laughter until they’re both rolling on the floor, gasping for air. 

“All right, very funny. I’d appreciate you walking Baabara home before she gets into anything else.” I frown, trying to hop into my jeans before I blind my brother’s lady.

“Hooooo.” Molly sits up and takes a few deep breaths, wiping her eyes. Lia continues to roll on the carpet, where Baabara has spit out leaves and scattered flower stems. “You two enjoy the rest of your evening. Maybe lock up behind me?”

I hurry to do just that, turning the deadbolt as Molly jogs after Baabara. I lean against the door, my arms folded across my bare chest, staring down at Lia. “I’m sorry,” she says. “Actually, I’m not. That never gets old.”

I walk over to her and sink back down to the carpet. “You like when a sheep invades our home and eats the flowers I bought you?”

“I do, Ethan. I love every moment of life here with you.”

“Hmm.” I lie down, clasping my hands behind my head. 

Lia traces a finger down my chest. “Poor Ethan. You worked so hard to make this special. I can tell.”

“It’s all for you, Lia.”

“Hm. Well.” She rolls to her side and rests her head on her palm, elbow bent. “How about I show you just how much I appreciate your efforts?” 

I go along with this plan, and gladly. This time, we remain undisturbed.

If you loved Ethan and Lia’s love story, you’ll swoon for Alex and Molly in Butter You Up, the next installment of the Farm 2 Forking series of laugh-out-loud romantic comedies.