since they were always on the prowl, but I’d be fucked if I’d ask them shit.
I got a big sappy grin on my face as the first part of my campaign came to mind. If I was going to build her up and show her how worthy and beautiful she was she was gonna need more than me pawing at her.
Nothing too extravagant to start off with, didn't want to scare her off and something tells me my little filly is pretty skittish about certain things.
I'll take things nice and slow no matter how much my cock wanted to come out and play.
"Patience boy, patience."
Great, now I'm talking to my dick.
***
AMANDA
Wow, that was some kiss; I still blush each time I think of it. I don't remember a kiss ever making me feel that way before.
It had been soft and hard at the same time if that makes any sense, and with his body pressed so close to mine I'd felt his hardness pressed against me.
I'm almost ashamed to say I wish he'd just taken me to the ground in those wildflowers like some old movie hero and had his way with me.
Why couldn’t I have met someone like him before I got tangled up with...? No, I’m not going to think about him here. I’m going to do all that I can, not to let him intrude in this place.
I wonder what might’ve happened had we not been interrupted, and was a whole lot surprised to realize I wouldn’t have minded one bit if he had taken me down in the wildflowers, just for more of his intoxicating kisses you understand.
It wasn’t long before I was coming back to reality though, and I felt the bitter disappointment spread in my chest as I deflated like an old worn out balloon.
Maybe it's for the best that he hadn't gone any farther, because like I'd told him, I'm damaged goods. I have the scars that Lance left as a reminder for a lifetime.
A reminder of who I was and what I was, nothing, a nobody; something to be mistreated and despised.
I felt the old sting of tears as I stood at the kitchen sink looking out at the vast land that went on forever.
Caleb was somewhere in the house, but he'd been quiet for hours, so he wouldn't witness my shameful display.
I let the tears fall. For the first time in I don't know how long, I allowed myself to cry for me. For the girl that I'd wanted to be, the one that was now lost forever.
I cried silent tears of remorse and regret, my heart long dead, ached as the pain from all that I'd endured enveloped me.
Was there ever any answer to that age-old question, why me? Who decided these things anyway, and how were we chosen? Us women who suffered at the hands of monsters while others seemed so cherished by real men.
I hate feeling sorry for myself, not even when I was going through it, did I allow myself the luxury. But now, in this beautiful place, it seemed like all I wanted to do. Maybe because I’d never seen what could’ve been before now!
Maybe because no one else had ever made me want more, because this was the first time my past really stood in the way of my present.
I almost buckled under the weight of it. I went through the gamut of emotions standing there at that sink looking out into the sunshine.
Self-loathing, anger, fear, hatred for Lance, everything that I'd pushed away and tamped down all these years, was suddenly there before me and all because of a kiss.
I held onto the sink for support as my knees started to give way. Blinded by tears and almost numb from the pain, I felt a coldness seep through me until warm, strong arms pulled me to a solid chest. It was only then that I realized I'd been wailing out loud.
Chapter 12
CALEB
Fuck, shit! I heard her wailing from my office. At first I wasn't so sure of what I was hearing. I thought maybe one of the calves had broken through the fence somehow, and made it all the way up to the house.
But then she'd gotten louder and I knew. My heart fucking stopped and I flew out of my chair where I'd been sitting thinking up ways to court her properly.
My first thoughts were of her ex, and