Bartered
Chapter Eight
Livin' with Eddie, Rose, an her fiance', Emmett, is like livin' in heaven.
Emmett's a farmer up in Tennessee, an a mighty smart one, too. He's been helpin' Eddie an the colored field hands, explainin' new techniques to 'em. His kind, blue eyes sparkle with happiness as he admits that he enjoys the area so much that he's thankin' 'bout stayin' here fer good. Em's got high hopes of helpin' the community git back on its feet with his farmin' skills an all.
Rose ain't as high fallutin' as she looks, an Emmett is just as kind-hearted as is Eddie. I reckon we've all become purdy good friends since I've been stayin' with Eddie, 'specially after Rose confessed that she was just a poor, country gal like me 'fore she met Emmett.
Rose has helped me a great deal since I moved in. It ain't been easy gittin' 'round with them strap wounds. Rose gits the fireplace good an hot fer me when it's time to soak in Eddie's big, cast-iron tub. Then she sprinkles dried flowers inside the warm water. She helps undress me, 'cause my legs an bottom's still sore. I soak in that tub 'till my fingers an toes are shrivelled an the water's done grown cold.
Eddie ain't got no electricity, which stuns me, him bein' fancy an all, but at least he's got indoor plumbin'. I reckon I done got greedy with my baths, takin' a bath every day 'stead of a Saturday bath like I had to do back home.
Eddie laughs when I tell him I's shocked he ain't got no electricity. Then he explains that the farm is too far from town to have electricity. That's fer the city folks, he tells me with a grin, but he reckons he heard the government was plannin' on hookin' power up to all the farmhouses purdy soon.
Hell to the government fer thankin' it's our fault this damn economy's so bad. They ain't nothin' we can do 'bout it. Can't grow a sprout without a drop of water or fertile soil. An damn if the grasshoppers ain't everywhere, chewin' all the vegetables up.
I'm thankin' 'bout them grasshoppers when I hear a knock on the bathroom door. I holler out fer Rose to come on in, but it ain't Rose who slips through the door.
"Eddie Cullen, you old dog, easin' in here eyeballin' me."
He grins an hands me a bath towel. I pull the drain from the bottom of the tub an don't pay him no mind. I just stand right on up, naked at the day I was born, enjoyin' the way his throat bobs an eyes glaze over. My back end is still a lil sore, but it's almost healed now.
I thank Eddie secretly likes rubbin' that cold salve all over my ass. I keep tellin' him they ain't no use in it anymore, that them wounds done long-healed, but he argues an says just a couple of more days. Don't he know he can touch me anytime he wants without an excuse?
My body tingles as I walk into his bedroom, the towel draped over the front of me, swangin' my hips with each step. I crawl on the couch, layin' on my belly, pressin' my head 'gainst a soft pillow as Eddie kneels by my side.
Eddie dips his fingers in the cool salve, then lightly begins massagin' my ass an inner thighs, runnin' them fingers in small circles with each deft swipe.
"Ain't no marks there," I cackle, takin' in a sharp breath as his fingers brush the wet, sensitive flesh between my legs.
"This cream makes your skin tingle, doesn't it?"
I nod, unable to speak as he rubs the salve over that swollen nub between my legs. I begin to squirm with each light stroke, moanin' an pushin' myself 'gainst him, as he gently massages it in slow, tantalizin' circles.
"Rose and Emmett will be gone for hours," he muses aloud, runnin' his fingers through my hair, an pullin' it over my shoulder.
Featherlight kisses flutter 'gainst my shoulder, then down my spine. He spreads my thighs further apart once his lips brush across my ass, an I feel myself growin' more an more desperate fer him to sink deeply inside me.
He obliges, pressin' two fingers inside my wet entrance, slowly pumpin' them in an out as I grind 'gainst his knuckle. They curl an search my silky flesh, findin' that hidden spot that Eddie found on the creek bank so long ago. The pads of his fingers swirl an press 'gainst the spot as he massages my lil nub with his thumb. I grip the stiff fabric of the couch between my fingers, usin' my knees to plunge desperately back an forth 'gainst his eager hand, whinin' as those fingers leave my body.
"Do you think you're too sore for more?"
I answer with a kiss, pullin' him to his feet an fiddlin' with the belt on his britches.
We ain't laid together since I came to live with him. My tail-end has been sore, but it's just 'bout healed now, an I'll be damned if I can wait a minute longer without him inside me.
Eddie's length is long an hard, drippin'; with the head swollen. I wrap my fingers around it, grinnin' up at him as he softly moans. Them eyes are dark, watchin' me pump an tease, swipin' my thumb over the tip. I brush my lips 'gainst the head, my tongue peekin' out to take a taste. Then I take him in my mouth, watchin' his drawn face as I suck an pump, grinnin' around him as he throws his head back an groans.
I let out a startled moan as he pulls me to my feet; my mouth an hands slippin' away from his length. Eddie easily throws me over one shoulder, tenderly rubbin' my ass. The next thang I know I'm on Eddie's bed, lookin' up at him with big, ole eyes.
"Knees," he grunts, strokin' himself an lickin' his lips.
I sit mute an all 'fore he turns me over an pulls my ass 'gainst him. He's grindin' himself between my feverish legs, coatin' his dick with my wetness. He dips the head in, then removes it, slowly stretchin' an teasin' me 'fore he completely enters without warnin'. The sudden movement shoves my head 'gainst the headboard, an I cry out, but it ain't from pain.
"Keep movin'," I ground out as he pauses.
They's a low chuckle that falls from his lips. Long fingers cinch each side of my waist as he forces me 'gainst him, spreadin' me deliciously wide with each stroke of his dick.
My ass slaps 'gainst him, makin' loud, wet smackin' sounds, my breasts bouncin' in his hands. Eddie pulls me flush 'gainst him, his sweaty chest rubbin' 'gainst my back as he plunges upward inside of me in desperate strokes.
Eddie's fingers find my breasts once more, squeezin', an then tuggin' my nipples, pinchin' them between his fingers, pluckin' them like strangs on a guitar. Then one hand dips between my legs, delicately strokin' that lil nub. That's when I clench an squeeze around his shaft, spillin' wetness all around him as his hand presses over my open mouth to muffle my scream.
"Don't want the field hands to think I'm murdering you in here," he chuckles, droppin' me back to my elbows.
Fingers sinkin' into my skin just above my hips, he plows into me in uneven, deep thrusts as I grip the bed sheets between my fingers. The tense muscles of his thighs work 'gainst the tender flesh of mine as he finds his release, comin' after three, unsteady strokes. The wetness drips from my body, tricklin' down my inner thighs as he slips from inside me.
The two of us collapse on the bed together, him pullin' me in his arms, an me wrinklin' my nose at the stickiness between my legs. He presses gentle kisses alongside my slender throat, askin' me fer the millionth time to marry him.
This time I say yes.
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