Haley & Bentley (Falling for Bentley #2.5) by Shawnte Borris Page A

worse of it.”
    “Did you get hail insurance?”
    “No, we didn’t have enough money.”
    “Bentley…”
    “Don’t,” he stopped me, “we talked about this, and I’m—we’re—not taking out a loan. We can do this Haley, but it just has to be one year at a time.”
    “Okay,” I sighed, wishing he would let me help. I know Dad would give us the loan if I asked. “What did you do after that?” I asked, changing the subject.
    “We met dad back at the farm and went to town to get more posts, and we finished fencing the back quarter.”
    “That took all this time? I didn’t realize it was that bad back there; you should have called me. I could have put Emerson in the gator and came to help.”
    “Thanks, babe, but we pretty much had to put up a new fence. With Travis working the equipment and me nailing, you would have just been standing around anyways.”
    I rolled my eyes, “Bentley, I am more than capable of hammering in a few nails.”
    “I know.” Bentley kissed the top of my head before sticking his empty plate in the dishwasher. “Thanks for dinner, hun; it was really good.”
    I laughed, “Did you even have time to taste it?”
    “I did,” he replied as he moved to the fridge and pulled out a beer. “I’m going to take a quick shower then we can sit down and talk about those wedding plans.”
    I stopped Bentley as he walked by me and pulled him into me and smelled him.
    “What are you doing, Hales?” he laughed.
    “Smelling you.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I like this smell on you…it smells like home to me.”
    He kissed my head one more time. “I love you.”
    “I love you, too.” I turned him and swatted his butt. “Now get out of here, you stink.”
    I watched as Bentley walked down the hallway to the bathroom taking off his shirt as he went.
     

     
    BENTLEY REJOINED ME in the living room after his shower wearing just his grey, low-riding Longhorn sweat pants, showing off his muscular chest and his half-mast cock. He was doing this on purpose, so I pretended not to notice and kept my eyes on the magazine and watched him through my eyelashes.
    “I see you looking at me, Hales,” he whispered in my ear before taking a seat beside me on the couch.
    “No, you don’t,” I said, thoroughly enthralled in an article.
    “Care to explain why your cheeks are suddenly pink?”
    “I’m reading an article on what people do on their honeymoons.”
    “And what do they do?” he asked, sliding me onto his lap and tossing the magazine onto the coffee table.
    I ran my fingers through his wet shaggy hair, “They…they ummm…” I lost my train of thought as I felt his cock twitch under me.
    “They what?” he asked into my neck, licking his way up to my ear.
    “They go to Mexico,” I blurted out, tilting my head back to give him better access.
    “I like the sound of that. Do you want to go to Mexico for our honeymoon, Haley?”
    “No.”
    “Where would you like to go?” he asked, whispering in my ear before biting down on it.
    “Uhhh…Canada.”
    Bentley pulled back and looked at me, “Canada?”
    “Well, Alberta to more exact.”
    “Why?” he asked, his curiosity increasing.
    “Grams and Dad both said it was beautiful there with the huge mountains, fresh running streams, and mountain sheep everywhere.”
    “Do you know what time of year you want to go?”
    “Probably spring, before it gets really busy with tourists.”
    “You know it’s cold there, right?”
    “Bentley, we can go anywhere, it doesn’t have to be there. Besides what would we do with Emerson while we are gone?”
    “Is Alberta a place you want to go and see?”
    “Eventually, yes, before I die.”
    “Is it like a bucket list thing then?”
    “You could say that,” I said, getting more comfortable on his lap.
    “Then let’s go,” he said, simple as that.
    “Bentley, it’s going to be like twenty-three hundred dollars to fly there, and that doesn’t even include the hotels, sightseeing, or even