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I move with him. It's more sensual this time. He's still thrusting hard, but we're moving together. He bites into my shoulder and then kisses it. He’s kissing my neck and nipping the skin as we move.

His one hand does its job and drops between my legs, searching for my clit. When he finds it, he starts to finger it with two fingers. He knows what works for me, and he's not going to stop until I orgasm. I flatten my hands against the wall, bracing myself better. I move my hips faster, and he matches my pace. I groan out, and he murmurs my name. "Dillon."

I moan louder. "Say it again."

"Dillon."

"Heston," I groan.

He fingers me faster. His hips are now moving as fast as I think he can make them go. I can feel my orgasm building, and after going at it like rabbits for a few minutes, an orgasm tears through me, and I clench around his cock. He continues to move. He continues to finger me.

He then pushes deep inside of me and ejaculates, and I rest against the wall.

"This gets better each time," he chuckles, kissing my shoulder. He pulls out of me and steps away. I rinse off and smile, turning around to kiss him.

"I'm going to wash off, and then I'll meet you outside on the porch," he says. "We can finish our beers under the starlight."

"Sounds magical," I say, kissing him again. I get out and pick up a towel. I dry myself off and slip back into my dress sans underwear. I pick up my beer.

I head downstairs barefoot, and I already feel comfortable and at home. I go out onto the porch and look around. There are a few lights on, one above a barn and another above what looks like a stable. In the distance, I can hear cattle mooing. I can't wait to see them in the morning. I bet they're really cute. I love cows.

I sip my beer, and a building catches my interest. It's smaller than all the other buildings, but its placement is as though it's almost hidden. I look behind me into the house, and I can't help but feel curious. I wonder what's kept in there. It seems like there's a window. I walk off the porch and toward the small building, leaving my beer on the table. I peek in through the window and try to see what's inside, but it's completely dark. I move to the door, but there's a large padlock on it. Maybe I shouldn't be nosy. Heston probably locks this little building for a reason, and he might not appreciate me poking around.

I hear something inside the building, and I wonder what kind of animal makes a noise like that. I press my ear against the door and don't hear anything further, so I go back to the porch and sit down.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Heston

I stand at the window, looking out onto the front. I see Dillon make her way toward the equipment shed and try to peek in. I pull a pair of shorts on as she presses her ear against the door.

I need to keep her safe.

I need to protect her from the demons of the world.

I can't just show her what's happening, though. I need to ease her into it. I go downstairs and grab a beer for myself before I go outside.

"Want to see the pigs?" I ask. "They're through the kitchen out back. There's a light there."

"Sure, I like pigs." She gets up and follows me, holding her beer.

I wonder if she feels intoxicated; I don't know how she handles her liquor. I've only ever seen her drink one beer.

I lead her out back to where the pigs are all sleeping.

"Aw, they're adorable. What about your horses? Can I see those?"

"Sure, it's back the way we came." I take her free hand and lead her back through the kitchen, out the door and to the stable. I open the door and walk in. The lights are on inside, and I take her to where Charlie is eating some hay. "This is Charlie. He's my horse."

"Hi, Charlie," she says, rubbing his nose affectionately.

"So, which one is my horse?" she asks, and I beam at her.

"You can ride Big Bertha." I lead her over to a stall with a sturdy-looking mare. "She's feisty, though."

"I can ride. I can handle a mare." She grabs some carrots from the sack and holds them out to Bertha, who doesn't need to be told twice. She comes forward and eats the carrots out of Dillon's hand.

She rubs Bertha's nose and coos at her affectionately.