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When I feel his cock start to harden against my ass, I giggle and turn enough to look at him over my shoulder. Hunger and need swirl in his eyes in such a way that I have to squeeze my thighs together in response.

“I, uh,” I swallow hard, “I meant food, but now I’m rethinking things.”

Nathan shrugs and winks before his hand sweeps over my belly, his touch intimate and gentle. “You’ll have to ignore him; he’s been hard since the moment I first saw you. It’s just a given.” He kisses the tip of my nose and snuggles back into me. “I’ll feed you, but I need a few minutes to just hold you.”

“I’m not complaining,” I admit and settle back in, content in the arms of my man.

Why would I complain? This? Here?

It’s perfect.

CHAPTER 16

NATHAN

“Let me guess, you’re thinking about your woman?”

Grandpa’s raised voice has me jumping and almost falling over. Thankfully, I’m able to grab ahold of the side of the stall I’m finishing putting fresh hay in. His chuckle tells me he’s not the least bit concerned that I almost hit the floor because he scared the shit out of me.

I turn to find him standing just inside the barn with his arms crossed across his chest with a big smile on his face. I huff and shake my head at him, but I swear his smile only grows bigger in response.

“You know the answer to that question, Grandpa.”

“I do,” he agrees as he walks closer. “Haven’t seen much of you this week,” there’s a note of seriousness in his voice that has me feeling badly.

“I know I haven’t been around as much, I’m s-,” I start to apologize but he cuts me off with a curt shake of his head.

“No need to apologize, boy. I’m glad you made it right with my girl.” Grandpa calling Kimball ‘my girl’ has me gritting my teeth even though I know it’s completely ridiculous.

They’ve spent a lot of time together and bonded over their mutual love for animals. A love I have come to admire, respect, and join in with them on. I know it’s Kimball rubbing off on me, but it’s also been born of the amount of time and effort I’ve been putting into taking care of the animals at the sanctuary.

I’ve developed a kinship, of sorts, with them. Well, most of them. Salt still looks like she’s plotting my dismemberment, but she’s the exception and not the rule. Thankfully.

Even though I came to Sweetwater Valley for Grandpa, I’ve been spending all my spare time with Kimball lately. I can’t help myself. It’s been a week since the last time we were at The Goose to spend some time with Wesley and Hailey, but I’ve seen her every night since then.

There’s no way I can stay away from my woman. I need her.

When I’m not with her, I make sure to get everything done around the sanctuary that needs to be done. But I’ve also been looking into houses in the area. I wasn’t at all surprised that they’re much more affordable here.

I was content to stay in my apartment in the city since I didn’t even think about finding someone to settle down with. It wasn’t something that crossed my mind because I was too focused on my job. I didn’t even realize I was missing out on anything by not being with someone.

Or maybe it’s just as simple as the other half of my soul wasn’t there.

That’s why I always felt on edge and incomplete. That’s why I couldn’t get deep into a relationship with anyone when I had tried in the past.

It wasn’t the right time, and it wasn’t the right woman.

Now is the right time, even though I’m standing at a crossroads in my life. It’s definitely the right woman.

Kimball is everything I never knew I needed in my life. She adds a balance to my life along with a shit ton of compassion and genuine character. I’ve been missing both for a long fucking time.

Still, I feel a little guilty about not spending more time with Grandpa. He’s why I’m here.

“I’m glad I made it right with her too,” I admit to Grandpa. “She’s amazing.”

“She is,” he agrees. He gets a faraway look on his face that has me worried for a moment before his focus comes back to me. “Not everyone finds someone who makes them better just by existing. Kimball is that for you the same way your grandma was that for me.”

I can’t help but ask, “How do you know?”