The Farmer's Creamy Bride: A Creamy, Steamy Romance Novel by Grey Rowen

Author:Grey, Rowen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

And when I was alone in the office, I had to be productive, I had to ensure that we made a living, together. The farm, and our lifestyle, had to be sustainable. But Jack had made progress already, calling his seed distributor and canceling his order, and I placed an order for him at half the price for next spring with the competitor.

After I'd laid in bed for half an hour, enjoying a languid start to the day, Jack joined me, smelling fresh and crisp from the outdoors.

He sat in my lap and I pulled my nightgown off, exposing my breasts.

He latched on immediately to my left nipple, suckling.

I cradled his head, feeling loving and connected as he took my milk and gave me the relief I needed.

We were both learning and growing together and, the rest of the day, after the morning nursing when I gave Jack his breakfast, I made the most of my day to keep learning new skills. Today, I had a conference call with a fellow dairy farmer who had an interesting marketing model I wanted to talk about with her. She was the one who'd found success at the organic dairy festival in our county, and I was intrigued by her sales and marketing plan, and how it meshed with what we could do here. I'd done some research already, and it was going to be an interesting call, so I made some notes in advance.

Before I knew it, the sun was slanting through the blinds, my shoulders and back were tense from sitting in the chair all day, with crumbs corralled on a plate on the corner of the desk; the remains of a hasty lunch.

Jack came in and started massaging my shoulders, and I melted into him as he worked on the knots in my shoulders and the tension I'd held all day while working at the computer.

"It's time for your milking, cow," he murmured in my ear.

"Mmm, yes sir," I said, squirming with desire and excitement as he kissed my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Please," I murmured. "It's time to milk me. My breasts are full, my body is ready."

"Come with me, my cow. Come to the barn to be milked. And after that, you'll have the evening to yourself, for rest and relaxation and fun. How does that sound, my sweet?"

I stood up and followed him outside and down the path to the barn.

"That sounds good, but I wanted to watch a movie last night. We didn't."

Jack laughed, holding the door to the barn open for me.

"No, we sure didn't," he agreed as we walked over to the milking stool.

I knelt and he pulled the top of my dress down with one hand, lifting the suction cups with the other and placing them gently against each breast in turn, a small amount of suction keeping them in place.

"Straps today?" he asked.

I shook my head, "no, this is fine. Just give me the relief, please. I can't believe I was so absorbed in the spreadsheets that I didn't realize how much they needed to be emptied.

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