Blissful Vol. 1 by Clarissa Wild

blinks a couple of times.
Immediately, she pulls back and gazes at me as if she doesn’t know
what she’s doing.
    I can still feel her wet lips on my skin.
The warm mark they left is searing into my cheek, and it creates
goose bumps on places I don’t remember feeling anything. My cock
stirs in my pants, but I will it down.
    Stop it. She’s just a girl you’re helping.
This is not going anywhere. She’s not …
    “ Sorry,” she mutters, and she quickly
turns around and bolts
to the kitchen, as if she realizes what she did was …
    I stand there still in place, unable to
breathe for a second or two. I don’t know what the fuck to do
anymore. Not with her, not with myself.
    After a while I find my way to the kitchen
and see her decking the
table. There’s a whole buffet spread out on the table. Buns, toast,
peanut butter, jelly, bacon, boiled and baked eggs, and even
pancakes.
    My eyes widen. “Did you make all this?”
    “ Pancakes! Pancakes!” Maddy yells. She’s already in her
seat, ramming her fork and knife against the table.
    “Stop making so much noise, Madeline,” I say
to her, grabbing them from her hands and putting them neatly on the
table again.
    Amy pulls a chair back. “I wanted to make
up for yesterday. Do something nice.”
    “Wow,” I say, and she chuckles. She points
at the chair, and I sit down while she scoots my chair forward.
    “ I thought, with you working so
ha rd to get my car
fixed, I should do something in return. I didn’t really know what
else to do, and I’m rather useless on a farm. But this I can do.”
    I stare at all the deliciousness in front of
me, watering my mouth. Damn, and I thought I was a good cook.
Nothing compares to this.
    Amy grabs some of everything and stacks my
plate to the rim.
    “Wow, hold on, my stomach ain’t that
big.”
    She giggles. “But you should try
everything.” She sits down next to me and picks up my fork,
pricking a piece of bacon with it. “Take a bite.”
    She pokes my lips with the
fork , and I open my
mouth. It’s delicious, just like I expected it to be after looking
at it. Damn … I wish someone would cook for me like that every
day.
    A humming noise of delight
esc apes my mouth, and
she chuckles.
    “ See? Told you. Good, huh?”
    “ For a girl who complains a lot, you sure
make amazing breakfast.”
    Her broad smile also puts one on my face,
and the three of us enjoy a wonderful morning meal.
    We spend the rest of the day on the ranch,
feeding the animals, cutting the grass, watering the trenches,
cleaning the stables. Most of the time Amy just hands me the tools,
but when I finally have enough, I hand her a shovel and ask her to
make a pile of the hay. I have to get it all out so I can scrub the
floors. That shit really needed cleaning. Lucky Amy’s here
to help me out. I help
fix her car; this is her favor in return. Mutual interest, I’d
say.
    She’s moping less, though, which is a big
plus. I guess she realized it wasn’t getting her anywhere. Her
phone buzzes, and she stops working to check it. She’s leaning
against the open door of the stables, probably reading a text
message. Her gloomy face worries me.
    She sniffs , and her body starts shaking. Oh shit. This
doesn’t look good. She squints, her lips quivering and moving down.
Oh, please, no. Don’t start crying, please, don’t cry.
    Her eyes are getting watery, and before I
know it she runs out the stable.
    “Amy!” I holler, but she doesn’t stop.
    I go after her. I need to know what’s
bothering her so much that she’s crying all the time. I can’t let
someone around me be so sad. It hurts me, too.
    She’s clenching a fence somewhere up
ahead, her blonde hair whisking in the wind. She looks stunning. The breeze makes her
whimpers almost inaudible. Almost. My heart aches just from hearing
it. I don’t want to see her sad.
    I walk toward her, but find her cell phone a
few feet away from her. I pick it up and hesitate, but I can’t stop
myself from