CHAPTER 189

MOONA POV

They aren’t there when I wake, and it cripples me. My heart races as I pull my knees to my chest, all alone in way too much bed.

 I scared them away. This whole crazy thing scared them away.

 I have to take a breath before I force myself out of bed. My hands are trembling as I grab a spare t-shirt from Cain’s open drawer. I tug it on and prepare myself to face the news.

Prepare myself for the crushing blow of having them both change their minds and throw me away.

      It wouldn’t be the first time.

  I head downstairs slowly, being so quiet on the stairs. I peek around the corner at the bottom, listening out for any sign of them.

 The kitchen door is open at the far end. I hear low voices and wonder what they’re saying about me.

      If they’re working out how best to let me go.

I could cry as I head closer, teeth gritted tight so they don’t see me break, but when I reach the open doorway it’s not a load of thanks but no thanks excuses waiting for me, but smiles and open arms and a fresh pot of coffee.

 “Hey, sleepyhead,” Cain greets. He pulls me in tight and I take a deep breath against his chest. “We thought we’d let you rest.”

 “I thought you’d left me,” I admit, and he grabs my shoulders.

 His eyes are fierce. “Never,” he says. 

“You’re too under our skin to get away from us that easily.”

 It’s all I can do to smile, anything more and the relief would come out in stupid tears.

 Brian kisses my cheek on his way past to pour me a coffee. “You look cute in your sleep,” he says, and my words come back.

“I look cute all the time, even when I’m being a bratty little cow.”

 “Keep on telling yourself that,” Cain says and pinches my nose.

 I hitch myself up onto the stool between them and take my coffee gratefully. I don’t know what to talk about so I don’t say anything, for once in my life I trust my fate to other people.

  I’m tired of guarding myself so hard all the time.

“What do you want to do today?” Brian asks.

 I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that question before.

My answer is surprisingly easy to find. “I want to show you my fences,” I tell them. “I want you to see how great it is out there.”

     

Cain raises an eyebrow. “The great outdoors. It’s been a while since I went out trekking.”

  “It’s hardly a trek,” Brian says. “You have a few fields, not a national park.”

 “It’s quite a few fields,” I tell him. 

“Plenty enough for a load of sheep and some goats, and maybe some ponies too.”

 “Or plenty enough to let the grass grow just fine without them,” Cain says. “I’m hardly much of a farmer.”

 But I am, at least I want to be. I really want goats and sheep and maybe some chickens. And ponies. Dogs, too.

I’m getting carried away but I don’t care. Anything feels possible here.

      “Maybe Moona can be a farmer,” Brian says and I smile to remember how well he’s gotten to know me over the months.

      “Maybe I can,” I grin.

      “Forget it,” Cain says. “One crow was enough.” But his eyes linger on mine, and I wonder.

      I daren’t even hope.

  “Right,” he says and finishes up his coffee. “You’d better get dressed, missy. I can’t wait to see your handiwork.”

That’s good, because I can’t wait to show it to him either.

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CAIN POV

Sheep and goats and ponies.

      Fuck that.

 I can only imagine the chaos if our sweet little Moona had a whole menagerie to take care of. And yet the thought makes me smile to myself as we leap across the brook after her.

      She’s so alive out here, our gypsy girl. Her wind-whipped hair flies wild and her cheeks are rosy pink. She’s nimble on the banks and quick over the fences, putting us to shame as she scrambles up and over in a flash.

      She belongs out here. This land is more hers than mine, even though it’s my name on the deeds.

      I make her wait for the praise, eyes like saucers as she watches me examine her new fence panels.

      “Well?” she asks finally. “Are they good or what?”

      I take a breath as though I’m about to deliver bad news, but Brian’s blows my ruse.

“He’s dicking about with you,” he says. “He’s impressed.”

      “I’m impressed,” I admit. “You did great.”

      My heart flutters like a fucking sap as her chest puffs up proud. “I told you,” she says. “It’s in my blood. It’s all in my blood.”

      “Goats and sheep and chickens, too?” Brian adds.

     She nods. “And ponies. And dogs.”

      I tip my head. “Maybe a couple of chickens, for the eggs. You can clean the fuckers out though, they’re vicious.”

 Her shock is intoxicating. Almost enough to tell her she can have the whole bastard farm if she wants it.

      “Really?! I can have chickens?”

      “A couple,” I say. “Enough for the three of us to have eggs in the mornings.”

      I don’t realise what I’m saying until it’s out there in the air. Brian stares at me and I stare back, and Moona stares between us with her pretty mouth open.

 “I mean, when you stay over,” I add, but it’s too late for that.

 I curse my big mouth when he doesn’t say a word, convinced that this may be the straw that breaks his sensible back and sends him running back to normality.

     

But it doesn’t. Credit where it’s due, the guy is adapting much more readily to all this than I thought he would.

      “I like eggs,” he says. “I could be persuaded to muck in with the shit-shovelling if there was a hot breakfast on the other side of it.”

      “Deal,” Moona says.

      I start walking before I can say anything else dumb, skirting the edge of the field as they follow behind, checking out Moona’s hard work until I come to the spot on the bank that she must have taken her slutty selfie from. I recognise the tree down below, the line of hedge running off to the right.

   “You took it here, didn’t you?” I ask. “The dirty photo.”

Her eyes are full of devilment. She marches up to me and plants her boot in the mud about a foot away. “Here,” she says. “I stood right here and I thought of you.”

 “What did you think about?” Brian asks, and I’m sure there’s a thickness to his voice.

   Moona laughs before she answers. “I thought about showing you the selfie. I thought about how angry you might be if you knew I was flashing my tits around the countryside.”

      “There’s nobody about to see them,” I counter.

      But she grins.

“There is today,” Brian says, and she nods.

      I think I’m beyond surprises at this point, but I’m not. The way he closes the distance between them and unzips her coat is nothing short of ferocious. She gasps as he tugs down her nice clean cami and her bra with it, offering up her pretty tits without hesitation.

      “I want you out here,” she says. “I want you both out here. It’s where I belong.”

  Brian takes her jeans down to her knees. He drops her onto the mud and guides her onto all fours like a man possessed.

      I didn't understand it until I heard him speak.

      “This is how I dreamt of you,” he tells her. “With your knees in the mud and the wind in your face.”

      I can’t help but grin as he takes out his dick and he’s rock hard.

   Moona flattens her tits to the floor, the ground against her cheek. “Take me,” she hisses and he drops down behind her.

      I dig my dick out of my jeans and gawp like a fucking idiot, but this is their time. Their moment.

      She lets out a moan as he pushes inside her, and he grunts like a starving man over dinner. He drops his weight onto her, crushing her flat to the ground as her thighs struggle to open wide enough.

     

“You’re so tight like this,” he says, and his movements are slow and deep as he savours it. Savours every fucking second.

  “Never stop loving me,” she hisses, like there’s any fucking chance of either of us giving this up.

      The girl’s pussy is the Holy Grail.

      She stares up at me as he fucks her, smiling as I work my dick in my hand.

      She stares up at me like she can see inside my soul, and I remember what a little mind-reader she is.

      And in that moment, I know that she sees how much I like watching him fuck her.

      This is way beyond sharing for me.

      This is way beyond a needed situation.

      This is about the three of us now.

 Brian fucks her, blissfully unaware of my changing emotions. He fucks her until she squirms underneath him, whimpering and mewling as he slams into the right spot.

She comes loud, and she’s filthy when she’s finished, her cheek smeared with mud, her cami top green with grass stains.

      And Brian’s fresh cum dribbling down her thighs when she gets up.