DamionI had picked up my phone to cancel the date at least five times. I was nervous as hell about leaving Oliver with a woman I had never met. I trusted Alex’s judgment. I also trusted Oliver. If Sadie did anything inappropriate, he would call her on it.“Are you sure you’re okay with me leaving?” I asked Oliver, who was curled up with a book in his favorite chair.“Yes.”He didn’t even look up from his book. To his credit, I had asked him the same question repeatedly. I was nervous as hell and it wasn’t only about leaving Oliver with a new babysitter. I wondered what it was Alex had to say. I was hoping it was a good thing and not her telling me to fuck off for good.I had changed clothes several times, trying to decide what was the best outfit. I ended up going with slacks and a simple polo. I didn’t want to be the stuffy guy from New York, but I didn’t want to be the farmer that wore dirty jeans everywhere.I heard the sound of a truck coming down the driveway. Nerves threatened

AlexI couldn’t believe how much I had missed the man. My body reacted to his kiss the same way it had the first time he kissed me. It was like taking the first deep breath outside on a cool morning. It invigorated me. Every nerve and cell in my body suddenly felt alive. My hands slid up and down his back, moving to his arms, tactically taking him in at the same time as my mouth devoured his.I couldn’t get enough of him. I was starving for him. His hands went to my hips, holding me steady as his broad chest pushed against me, threatening to topple me backward. He was just as ravenous as I was. He pulled his mouth away from mine, breathing hard as he reached one hand up to stroke the hair away from my face.“Sorry,” he rasped.“Don’t be.”“This isn’t what I expected,” he said, his eyes looking into mine. “I wanted it, you, this, but I didn’t plan this.”I smiled. “Shh, don’t ruin it by talking.”He grinned. “You’re okay with this?”“Yes. Now, I think we were in the middle of something

DamionLife was good. I wasn’t nearly as lonely as I had been a week ago. It was strange. I didn’t talk to Alex all that much, but knowing she was in the same state made a huge difference. We texted off and on throughout the day. Nothing deep or incredibly personal, but it was nice to know she was around. It made a world of difference in my attitude.I was smiling as I swung the hammer, driving the nail into the strip of wood I was using to fix the hole in the barn. I had taken off my shirt some time ago. The barn was hot as hell and I had been sweating like a damn pig. As soon as I got back from picking up Oliver, I was ordering a giant fan to put in the barn. I imagined a long, hot summer working in the barn and did not look forward to busting my ass in the heat. I needed some of the creature comforts I had grown accustomed to during my time in the city.I heard a truck coming and immediately knew it was her. With the hammer still in my hand, I walked out of the barn to see her jump

AlexI hopped in his car after leaving my truck at my house. Damion would drop me off at home after we were finished at the fair. I liked the no pressure approach. If I went back to his place, things could get sticky—literally. I didn’t think either of us was quite ready to explain what we were doing to Oliver. I didn’t want to commit to anything and I had a feeling he wasn’t quite ready for that kind of commitment either.It was best if we took things slow and easy. I liked the casual fun we were having and didn’t want to try and make things out to be more than they were. Slow. That was the key. It was like playing a game of chess with myself. I didn’t want to cut and run again.“You can park back here,” I told Damion.“Holy shit,” he breathed. “This many people live around here?”I laughed. “When you live in this area with limited things to do, this carnival is a big draw. Everyone from the county shows up. You should be here when the fair comes to town. That is a really wild time.”

DamionI woke up a little later than usual. For a brief moment, I had forgotten where I was. I had been having a very good dream about Alex. My dick was still hard. I reached between my legs, adjusting things and attempting to ease the pressure. I went to sleep with her on my mind and woke up every morning hard and thinking about her. Damn if I wasn’t addicted to her sweet body.I got up and slipped on some jeans and my work boots before pulling on a hoodie and heading out to do my morning chores. It was becoming easier, and I had fallen into a routine, but those early mornings could still be a real bitch. I wasn’t sure I was fully committed to rising with the sun every morning. What would it be like if I had a warm body—not just any body, but Alex’s body—in my bed? I couldn’t imagine myself getting up and walking outside in the chill of the morning to feed horses.Oliver was talking about getting animals, which would only increase the time it took to go through the morning routine. W