Our Love

Wade

I hated leaving Quinn this morning, but farm duties call, and the animals don't wait. It hurt a little less knowing Grant was there to make sure she woke up happy and started the day on a good note. After working through several of the chores, I was starting to think about hiring my farm hand full-time so that it would free up more time with Quinn. I shook my head at the thought; I felt like a high schooler wanting to ditch all responsibilities to spend time with my girl.

"What's got you smiling, boss?" Hank asked.

"Ah, nothing."

He chuckled and mumbled something under his breath before heading back into the barn. We finished most of the morning work just in time for lunch. I headed back to the house, needing to get to work on a few projects in the garage. Grant had texted, letting me know they were heading into work after a nice morning in bed. Lucky fucker. It was such an odd feeling not having that pit of jealousy. Instead, I felt nothing but comfort that Quinn was in good hands while I was busy.

I worked steadily through the rest of the day, trying to get caught up on a few things. I showered once finished, washing away the stink of the farm and car engines. While I was soaping up, I couldn't help but think of Quinns' hands on me, and of course, that had my cock perking up. I was counting the minutes until I got to her again; I couldn't imagine a day when I'd ever have enough of her. I leaned my head back against the shower wall, wrapping my calloused hand around the shaft. My movements were slow at first, gripping and pumping. It didn't take long before I could feel my balls pulling up as my cock pulsed in my fist. Ropes of hot cum shot across the shower as I growled with my release. It wasn't the same as being with my girl, but it certainly helped take the edge off until I could get to her.

"Denise?" I bellowed into the phone, talking to Grant. I saw the text he had sent explaining she was temporarily working with him and Quinn.

"She's helping to monitor the deal. Obviously, she's monitoring more than that, just haven't figured out what the real deal is yet."

"It's something to do with Ben Stevens." I tugged at my hair, feeling the frustration rolling off me in waves. "Scholts is his Uncles company."

"What? How do you know this and I didn't?"

"I had a run-in with him. Fuck. I'm going to call her and see what I can find out. You and Quinn come over here after work?"

"Sure. I'll see what she says."

I ended the call before anything else was said. I was beyond frustrated with whatever was going on with my Father's company, Denise and Ben Stevens. I couldn't understand how these people wanted so badly to mess with someone else's life like this. I scrolled through my phone until I landed on her number, hitting call. Of course, it went straight to her voicemail. I contemplated calling Ben and, even worse, my Father, but I decided to give myself a moment to gather my thoughts. My phone buzzing in my pocket interrupted any clear thoughts I could have, but I was glad to see that it was Denise.

"I thought this game was done," I growled, not wanting to waste any time.

"Hello to you too." She laughed. "There is no game."

"Why are you at the company for two weeks? Why are you messing with Quinn or me?" I paced through the kitchen after laying the phone on the counter, placing her on speaker.

"I'm not messing with anything, Wade. I meant what I said, I'm done, and we can be amicable. I'm not a fan of this charity case of your Father's, but it is what it is. Is her pussy that good, though? I hear you and Grant are both hitting it." Her words ran all over me. I'd never hit a woman, but damn did I want to hit her.

"Explain to me what's going on then. When I last spoke to Ben Stevens, he seemed to believe you two were working together or involved in the same way. That doesn't exactly look good for this whole situation."

"Ben Stevens is set on having Quinn; he approached me after our dates that night. I stopped off at that run-down bar you like, had a few drinks, and thought I'd pick up someone. He came in and started going on about Quinn and you and how he wanted her. I mentioned that I worked for Scholts, and he shared that his Uncle was actually the COO. That was pretty much it. I had and have no interest in him. If you have any concerns, I'd say take it up with him." Despite my anger towards her, I felt she was genuine and honest with her answers.

"Do you think this is something he's done?"

"I have no idea. Mr. Stevens requested it, and typically he's hands off, so that is a little curious. What could he even do, Wade? Are you worried your little love triangle will get out? Daddy will get upset?" There was the Denise I knew, snarky with her tone.

"Thanks for calling me back; I appreciate it." I hung up without another word. I couldn't stand to hear her words any longer; the tone she used when talking about Quinn, talking about us, made my skin crawl. Having a few hours before Grant and Quinn would be over, I decided to take a ride to the station to see if I could have a talk, face-to-face, with Ben Stevens.

When I arrived at the station, of course, he wasn't on shift. I decided then to give him a call and arrange to meet up, and lucky for me, he was all too eager to do so. I met him a short while later at the diner where Quinn had worked at; we grabbed a booth in the middle of the restaurant. He sat with his goofy grin as if we were long-time buddies or something.

"What's up?"

"I'm not sure. You tell me... What're you trying to do with Quinn and my Father's business?"

"Ah, that. Well, I'm getting tired of this police life, so I've decided to take some interest in my Uncle's company. I was concerned that perhaps Quinn was losing focus since she's clearly torn between two men, hell, maybe even a woman too." He sneered. "I just advised him that he may want to have some eyes and ears on the inside to make sure things were taken care of."

"You're a real piece of work." I waved off the server, who attempted to greet us and take an order. I knew I had no desire for food or a drink; I'd be too tempted to throw it in this smug asshole's face.