The vineyard was beautiful. They were greeted with a smile and a warm hug by a man named Darin. Ezra seemed to be well respected and adored by him. After a long tour of the grounds and a private tasting of several glasses of wine, along with a large spread of charcuterie and other appetizers, they were absolutely plastered.
"I'm drunk." Billie said. And she was. She hadn't drank like that in… never.
"I appreciate your honesty." Ezra said. He leaned in and whispered. "I am, too." And laughed.
"We are in trouble. We can't ride like this." Billie said as she walked out to the terrace by a large barn with another bottle of wine in her hand.
Ezra stood and stared at her. He took off his glasses and pulled her into his arms. "I don't care" He said and pulled her arm, leading her into the barn.
"I want you." He said, kissing her.
"Then take me." She said back, breathlessly.
He was much more assertive now. Not as gentle. Billie didn't care, either. He unfastened his pants and pulled hers down and off, lifting her up against a wooden gate inside and kissing her mouth and neck, the wine bottle falling to the ground.
She reached down and opened his pants more, freeing him to enter her, which he did, almost immediately. She gasped and pulled his hair.
"Fuck me." She whispered. This drove him mad as he thrust into her and kissed her, moaning her name. The wood was painful but it was exquisite as it burned and scraped the skin on her back.
"Harder." She commanded, which he obliged, pounding harder and harder until they both were close to climax.
He looked into her eyes as pulled her to him, and she began to pulsate and clench around him, feeling the heat and pleasure wash over her.
"I can feel you." He said, filling her as his orgasm came, and holding her tightly until they both were out of breath and trembling.
"I cannot imagine it gets any better than that."
Ezra said, kissing her and lowering her to her feet. She smiled and nodded. "I can't either."
She said, turning and putting on her pants and adjusting her shirt.
"I promised you I would take it slow and I haven't been able to keep my hands off of you all day. I truly apologize." He said, running his hands through his hair and buttoning his pants.
"I'm not sorry." She said smiling.
They walked back to the car and got in, smiling sheepishly at Andrew. They looked a hot mess.
"We didn't get to go on that horseback ride." Ezra said.
"Another time, perhaps." Billie said.
"I certainly hope so." Ezra said.
"I should get home." She said as they pulled into his drive. It was getting dark.
"You should stay. I can have you back any time you'd like tomorrow." Ezra said as he handed her the bag Emma had brought out to them.
"No. I can't. I would love to but this, you… I need to get back to reality." She said, putting her head down.
"Billie." He said. "This is very real."
She smiled and kissed his forehead and got into the car. He walked around and got into the other side to ride with her back.
They listened to music and talked about their lives and rode the two hour trek back to her house.
"I always wanted to be a firefighter." Ezra said. "Thought they were so brave, larger than life really."
"You would have been an amazing firefighter." Billie said, smiling.
"You think so?" Ezra asked.
"I do." She said. They pulled into her driveway and he opened her door for her, walking her up the steps. "Thank you for an amazing night and day. Really." She said. He kissed her hand.
"I want to see you again." He said.
"I'd like that." She said. He smiled and walked to his car. "Until then, beautiful." He said as he got into his car and Andrew pulled away. She sighed. What in the fuck had just happened? She thought with a smile. She shook her head and walked into her living room, smiling and giggling to herself.
Ezra drove out of town and headed home, feeling the sudden loss of her and disliking it. It hurt. It was unfamiliar to him.
She was going to be his. He was going to make sure of it.
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"Emma." Ezra called out as he walked inside.
"Yes sir?" She asked.
"We need clothes here. Shoes. Perfume. Girly things." He said.
"Yes sir." She said.
"She's a size 6. Shoes, too." He said. "You and Candace and Meghan go and have a day to pick out things for her. Spend whatever you need."
"Of course sir." Emma said. "Will she be staying with us often?"
"I hope so." He said.
She smiled.
"I like her very much." She said.
"I do, too." He said. And she was going to stay more often. He was going to ask her to live there, with him, soon. And he was hoping, praying, she would want to as much as he did.