Home > Horn of Plenty (Farm to Mabel Duet #2)(4)

Horn of Plenty (Farm to Mabel Duet #2)(4)
Author: Krista Sandor

“Does it ever decrease?” she quarried. She was fishing, and he wasn’t about to bite—not yet.

He stared at the numbers as hope sparked in his chest. “Nope.”

“Are you going to tell me what it means?” she asked, swaying her hip from side to side. A move that had him hard in seconds. Mabel called it his horn of plenty, and she wasn’t that off the mark. They’d had more sex in the last ten days than he’d imagined possible.

But the impossible didn’t seem so far off when Mabel was in his arms.

“Do you want me to tell you what every number on my board means?” he countered. Jesus, if she kept up that little shimmy much longer, he’d be confessing his transgressions in no time.

Mabel stilled and gave him a sassy pout. “No, because that would most likely put me to sleep.”

He gazed down at her. He’d dreamed of times like these—simple everyday moments like having her in his home wrapped in his bedsheet. Sure, he’d never expected his home to be Jamie’s cottage, but here he was with Mabel in his arms. He thought back to the night in the field, surrounded by fireflies, when she’d told him she wanted him to be her first. Like a one-two punch, he’d been utterly stunned while at the same time, he knew, without putting too much stock into horoscope mumbo-jumbo, that the universe had brought them together because somewhere out there, he knew they were meant to be.

He’d been alone for so long. Day after day, he’d secretly pined after her.

They’d find a way.

They had to.

And things were different. She was different. The Mabel who’d once turned up her nose at agriculture still slid into her fancy shoes, but instead of scoffing, she’d eagerly toured fields. She tasted the fresh pick of the day and displayed a real hunger to learn about the town she’d written off.

She’d thrown herself into promoting Elverna. They’d visited each farm multiple times this week so she could get ample food swoon pics, as she called it. Armed with her phone and an endless appetite—which was one hell of a turn-on—she produced post after post, designed a logo, coordinated activities and entertainment for the farmers’ market, and started pricing out the cost of creating an Eat Elverna subscription box. And while he was in awe of her drive, he couldn’t deny that what he liked best was that it gave them ample opportunities to be together under the guise of working.

They had to keep it professional in front of the town, and especially in front of her father—his boss. So, they reverted to their childhood escapades of sneaking out at night. Like Juliet on the balcony, his heart would flip-flop like a cartoon character with giant hearts for eyes when she’d come to her bedroom window. Anticipation building, he’d climb up the lattice, eager to collect all her kisses.

Could she be playing the part to get paid? He hated that the thought scratched around in his brain. But he could win her over—show her how small-town life with the right person could top a one-time tour of the Eiffel Tower. He knew firsthand how big cities could entice and ensnare. Something more than losing her job had gotten her on that bus back to Elverna. She’d see that the pros of country life outweighed the cons—wouldn’t she? He knew her by heart. Night after night, after they’d made love, he’d watch her sleep and hear her murmur his name. He could make her happy here. It’s all he’d ever wanted.

He pressed a kiss below her earlobe. “We can’t have you falling asleep.”

A wicked grin bloomed on her lips. “And we can’t have you in that shirt.”

“I can accommodate that request,” he replied, stripping off his T-shirt.

She drank him in, and his mind went to the many, many ways he could have her calling out his name in a state of total orgasmic bliss. The desk? The chair? The floor? The possibilities were endless.

He ran his hands down the length of her body. He’d memorized every curve. He’d cataloged each freckle. Not to mention, he’d explored every delicious inch of her body, claiming her with nips, bites, and kisses. He couldn’t get enough. Mabel traced her fingertips across his torso as he kissed her with a savage intensity. As far as the town knew, he was a reserved, methodical farmer. But with Mabel, he allowed his passion to take over. Their heated breaths mingled, and he inhaled her lavender sweetness, reveling in the electricity that hummed between them.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he growled into her ear, ready with plenty of suggestions of his own if she came up empty-handed.

She drew her tongue across her top lip. “I want you, Callan Horner…”

“Yes,” he rasped, squeezing the globes of her ass.

“To get a cat,” she replied smoothly.

He stilled—not expecting that response.

“A cat?” he questioned. His lust-addled mind must have misheard her.

She smiled up at him, all ruby-red lips with a devilish bend to her grin. “Yes, for the farm porn I’d like to shoot.”

Okay, he understood food swoon. She’d shown him the sites and hashtags that featured delectable-looking meals—that made sense. But the thought of Mr. Muldowney’s face when he saw the hashtag farm porn made him want to hide every shotgun on the property as soon as possible.

“Are you okay because it sounded like you suggested making a porno with cats?” he said. He had to double-check this shit. The inflexible Cal Horner had become pretty damn flexible when it came to most of her ideas, but this was pushing it.

She laughed, then swiped her cell from the desk and started tapping. “Do you see this picture?” she asked, holding out her phone.

He gave her his best broody farmer face. “Yes, it’s a picture of me holding your goat.”

“Look below. How many likes does it have?” she continued.

His eyes went wide. “Jesus! Eleven thousand, six hundred and three! And CougarMomKathy4456 wants to have me all to herself for an hour!” he exclaimed, reading the bevy of X-rated comments. He scrolled through the feed and scoffed. The women who’d left the dirtiest comments looked more like they belonged at an elementary school PTA meeting—not online gawking at him.

“Yep, my broody farmer, you are the farm porn,” she replied, giving him a look CougarMomKathy4456 would surely approve. “Sex sells, Cal. And there are a lot of horny housewives who seem to have a thing for you.”

“That’s outrageous!” he exclaimed.

She scrolled through the feed, then handed him her phone. “Check the hashtag. I didn’t even make that one up. It was your fanbase.”

“Fanbase?” he uttered. That was ludicrous…or maybe not.

#HornyHousewivesLoveHotFarmers

He hated to admit it, but there might be something to this.

“See, they even abbreviated it,” she continued, tapping on the hashtag with H, H, L, H, F.

“I don’t know what to think about that,” he said, feeling quite half-naked. It was one thing for Mabel to ogle him. That got him going in no time flat. But it was a whole different ball of wax for a bunch of cougars to go after him.

“I could add the hashtag horn of plenty,” she offered with a wicked glint in her eyes.

His jaw dropped. “Hell, no! Promise me you won’t do that, Mabel.”

She chuckled. “I give you my word. Plus, it’s good to keep up the mystery with the #HHLHF crew. Keep them guessing as to what’s hidden inside those button fly jeans.”

Hot Books
» House of Earth and Blood (Crescent City #1)
» A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
» From Blood and Ash (Blood And Ash #1)
» A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime
» Deviant King (Royal Elite #1)
» Den of Vipers
» House of Sky and Breath (Crescent City #2)
» The Queen of Nothing (The Folk of the Air #
» Sweet Temptation
» The Sweetest Oblivion (Made #1)
» Chasing Cassandra (The Ravenels #6)
» Wreck & Ruin
» Steel Princess (Royal Elite #2)
» Twisted Hate (Twisted #3)
» The Play (Briar U Book 3)