"Yes, really."
"I'd sure like to see that."
"I sure would like to show it to you," I confessed, and it was true. I wanted to show her everything, be everything for her because even though we'd just met, I'd never had such a strong desire to take care of and coddle anyone before. I knew it was the bond of an omega. That omegas entered your life, and you'd become powerless to their allure. I just... I just never realized just how true it was.
She leaned over, picking up the basket of already harvested vegetables to shift through it, and her cherry lime scent slammed into my senses, making my beta groan and my whole body tingle with lust. Never had I loved the smell of cherries more than when it wafted toward me from her skin.
I let my eyes roam over her, bold in my actions but not caring. My gaze started at her cute little pigtail braids and ended at her boot-covered feet. I tilted my head, confused. "You have... boots?"
"So do you," she smirked, and I loved that she was messing with me.
"I just didn't expect you to have boots for the farm is all." Not only did she own boots, but they looked worn and used too. That fact piqued my curiosity, and I fought the urge to ask why her boots looked as used as mine.
"Can't wear stilettos while wading through manure," she paused for a moment. "To be completely honest with you, I can barely wear them on a leveled sidewalk."
"I thought you wore them just fine yesterday," I closed my eyes for a second, remembering the image of how good they looked on her.
"Anyone can wear a shoe from a car into a house," she shrugged, then she looked away from me as she said, "My old unit was disappointed in my stamina wearing heels. They thought that in order to fit in with their crowd, to impress their peers, my outfits needed to be immaculate, and that included my footwear."
"Honey, you can wear anything you want here, and I promise we won't say a word unless it's to compliment how delicious you look," I inhaled deeply. "Or how good you're smelling."
She blushed. "I wasn't looking for compliments."
"Doesn't mean I'm not willing to give them. I'm not a liar, omega. Anything I say to you I can promise will always be true."
Her smile was soft when she spoke again. "I hope you speak the truth."
I did, but no amount of words could convince her of such, only actions. It would take time to prove to her, and in that time, we all needed to prove to James that this omega was ours. Sure, we didn't buy her, but she was purchased for us, which is practically the same thing. In less than a day, I found it impossible to imagine her with another unit, not when she smelled so completely ours.
She changed the subject quickly, "Where would you like me to start?"
"I had just worked on this bed, but let me show-"
"No disrespect, beta, but I can harvest and prune a vegetable garden."
My eyes widened in shock, "You can?"
"Of course I can," she bent over, pointing at various vegetables, "Those are ripe, whereas those need a little more time on the vine."
A loud whistle broke into our conversation, and I turned to see Leo walking on the other side of the garden's fence. "That is ripe, darling."
"Leo," I warned, and he only gave me a goofy grin.
"Ignore him," though his compliment on her bent-over ass had caused her whole body to flush. "We're wild animals out here."
At the reminder that we lived on a farm, her eyes lit up. "Can I see some?"
"See some? Honey, you can see some, pet some, feed some... do whatever your heart desires. We've got plenty to go around."
"Plenty?" She asked excitedly. "Like what kind?"
"Cows. Goats. Chickens. A few horses. And if you're fast enough, you might even catch sight of our barn cats."
"Cats!" The way her face lit up melted me.
"They don't like anyone, honey. Don't get too excited."
"It's my new mission to have them like me." And the way she held her shoulders, looking so confident that she could accomplish it, I'd believe she could do it too.
