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and playfully said, “Ladies should be first, but good things come to those that wait.”
    “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this,” he replied, with a twinkle in his eye.
    I stood relinquishing my place in the chair so that he could sit. I stroked his magnificent manhood, and then straddled him lowering myself slowly onto his firm erection. Gently, he introduced his throbbing member into my dark passage. The sensation of his organ penetrating me for the first time was startling, yet sensual. His eyes watched me respond as his stiffness filled my warm, wet, and ready darkness. Slowly he guided my hips over his manhood burrowing into my depths. He thrust into me quicker and with a sense of urgency, and I felt the exquisite release rip through him. He shuddered and groaned with pleasure as his hot seed filled my warm darkness.
    We sat, joined together, as our passions subsided and gently he pressed his warm hands over my back. I hadn’t realized how chilled my skin had become while exposed to the cool night air. Wrapping me in his arms, he pulled me tightly into his heated chest and kissed me sincerely.
    “Comfortable?” he asked.
    “Oh, yes,” I sighed. Looking into his eyes, I noticed myriad of stars in the night sky reflected in them.
    “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you are mine,” he whispered. “Welcome home Ada Burgess.”
    I must have died and had gone to Heaven! I wondered if I should I pinch myself and see if this was really happening or just go on dreaming, safe in my Adonis’s arms.

Chapter 6
    T he next morning, I rose early and set to work in the kitchen as Patrick milked Buttercup. While getting breakfast together, I thought, This kitchen shows you were a meticulous bachelor, but your bachelor days are over. You were right about Sam and the cook-stove. This is top-of-the-line. Even Maria at The Silver Dove Ranch would be impressed with the dampers and ability to adjust the heat .
    Deliciously cool air flowed into the kitchen, mingling the smoky, aromatic scent of frying bacon with the intoxicating perfume of apple blossoms. Apple blossoms, I smell apple blossoms I thought. Outside the kitchen window were two apple trees swarming with honeybees doing their spring dance as they gathered nectar. This meant Patrick and I would have both honey and apples this summer. I just needed to keep the birds away from the apples and follow the bees to their hive.
    Looking to the left I noticed a few plum trees not far from the house. I was so excited I ran outside to inspect them. The trees were loaded with small fruit that held the promise of bushels of plums. Let me see if they will be ripe soon. Pulling a small green fruitlet from a bowing limb, I tested it between my teeth. It was not quite ripe yet, but did have a hint of sweetness. I laughed out loud while dancing between the precious trees. Returning to the task at hand, I called, “Breakfast, Patrick. Breakfast is ready.” My summons came out more like a song than a call. Unbelievable contentment splashed through my spirit.
    Toweling his face and, much to my dismay, putting an undershirt over his muscular torso, Patrick ducked into the kitchen. His boyish grin beamed life as he plopped his gorgeous body into one of the heavy dining chairs and surveyed the room. “What have you done, woman? What have you done to our kitchen? This used to be a humble bachelor’s place, and now it is a veritable palace fit for a king,” he grinned.
    The words “our kitchen” echoed in my brain. Yes, this was our kitchen. I watched him dive exuberantly into the fried bacon and eggs, warm crusty biscuits, and strawberry preserves. Coffee, dark and hot with just a little fresh cream skimmed from the morning milking, was sipped from a heavy mug. I loved watching him eat.
    “How’s breakfast?” I asked.
    “Mighty tasty. I’ll show you around the ranch after breakfast.” he replied as he filled his mouth with another biscuit.
    After Patrick and I had