Butter You Up: A Grumpy Sunshine Romantic Comedy

29. Molly

Getting situatedin Vaniel isn’t exactly sexy, but once we get Alex seated on my bed and me in his lap, things get much hotter.

“Did you think of me today?” I ask breathlessly between kisses.

Alex’s chest rumbles in a quiet laugh. “Ethan asked me if I was having a heart attack.”

I pull back in confusion. “Why?”

“He thought I was having chest pains since I kept touching my pocket.”

I laugh, and Alex leans forward to kiss me again. I’m straddling him, my knees pressing into the mattress on either side, which allows me to sit with Alex’s hard cock right between my legs and grind on it. I purposefully wore a skirt for easy access, and the rough denim through my cotton panties provides just the right amount of pressure.

After a few minutes of making out, Alex pulls back. “Can anyone see us in here?”

The shades are down, and it’s still light out, so no one can see in. However…

I bring my lips right to Alex’s ear. “They can’t see us. But they can hear us. The windows are open.” If anyone is out there, the screens won’t do much to muffle the noises. I think everyone’s gone inside the big house, though.

Alex groans, and I stifle a laugh. If someone had told me weeks ago that Alex ran his mouth during sex, I wouldn’t have believed them. Alex, during that first night, made my body clench around him and gave me wicked ideas with his dirty talk. Since then, things have escalated.

Usually, it’s not a problem because we’re alone at the house. Alex can make me scream, he can tell me what he wants to do to me, and with a little prompting, he can get real nasty.

“You’ll just have to be quiet,” I whisper, nipping his ear.

I extricate myself from his arms and reach up under my skirt to pull my panties off. Alex lifts his hips and opens his jeans, tugging them and his underwear down to mid-thigh.

He retrieves the condom from his pocket and rolls it on. When I approach, skirt around my waist, he grabs my hips and helps me settle on my knees, hovering over his cock. We both take sharp, drawn breaths as I position him at my entrance and lower myself to his lap.

I love the way Alex fills me. He lets go of my hips, leaning back to look at where we’re joined. I place my hands on his chest and start to work my hips, but he stops me. Alex tugs my hand up to his mouth and, maintaining eye contact, sucks my first two fingers into his mouth. He drags them out slowly and then pushes them down between us.

“Make yourself come on my cock,” he rasps.

I close my eyes and touch myself, rolling my clit between my saliva-slicked fingers. My other hand comes to rest on Alex’s jean-clad knee behind me, allowing me to lean back.

“Fuck, I want to see that cunt come on my cock. It already feels so good.” He’s barely talking above a whisper. Almost like he’s talking to himself instead of me, and I press harder against my clit, getting rough because I can feel the orgasm building inside me already. Occasionally, my fingers brush against the base of Alex’s cock, and after a few strokes, I adjust so that my fingers are on either side of where he’s seated, and my thumb takes over on my clit.

“You’re so hot. Your pussy swallows me so good, doesn’t it? Fucking made for me.”

I squeeze my eyes tighter. My thumb works frantically, and combined with Alex’s dirty mouth, I’m getting so close already. I squirm and shift, and when my orgasm overtakes me, my eyes fly open.

Alex’s gaze meets mine and I can barely hear what he’s saying over the roar in my ears.

“That’s my good girl.”

I shiver and Alex sits up, wrapping his arms around me and taking my mouth in a hot kiss. I’m boneless and satiated, so I follow him when he lays down. Alex’s grip is tight, and he fucks me from beneath, his hips snapping up and his breath warm in my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so good. Anything you want, I’ll fucking give it to you. When we get home tonight—” home, my heart echoes, “—I’m going to make you come on my tongue over and?—”

His words choke off as Alex pulses inside me.

* * *

After we clean up—body wipes for the win!—Alex and I head up to the big house. Ethan is grilling tonight, and Diane stands with him, chatting when we pass by. She’s got long light brown hair and is about my height—so, short—and every time I see her, I have a hard time reconciling her beauty and fashionable clothes with someone I hear has been getting her hands dirty in the garden with Ethel.

Trixie’s at the back door waiting for us, and Alex bends down to give her a good head scratch.

“I’m gonna set her bed up in the truck. I’ll see you inside.” Alex and Trixie lope off while I head into the kitchen.

As soon as I walk in, Colleen shoves a wine bottle at me and tells me to pour drinks. With Diane, our dinner party is now up to seven, and we go through a few bottles every Sunday. I run around taking drink orders and then set the wine glasses by Lia. She’s slicing bread, even though she won’t be able to eat it, and sways over to nudge my hip with hers. “You disappeared.”

She laughs while I blush. “I don’t think you have a leg to stand on,” I tell her. “I’m pretty sure the first night I pulled in, you two were ‘busy.’”

She shrugs and gets a far-off look. “Those Bedd men are pretty insatiable.”

No argument there. “Wine tonight, or LaCroix?” I ask her.

“LaCroix.”

“One effervescent beverage, coming right up!” I announce.

“Effervescent?” Ethan asks, coming in the door with Diane and Alex in tow, carrying platters of grilled veggies and meats. For some reason, he says it in a British accent.

“Effervescent!” Colleen shouts from the dining room where she’s setting the table.

Ethan glances at Alex, who twirls his free hand and bows. “Effervescent.”

I look at Lia, bewildered.

“Ignore them,” she says. “It’s a joke from when they were kids. They’re making fun of fancy words.”

Nerves take up residence inside my stomach. An inside joke. Sure, Dad and I have a bunch of them, but in a room full of Bedds, standing on the outside looking in, I feel like I’ve misstepped or maybe that I’m the joke.

I try to shake off my discomfort as we all take our seats and dig into the food. It’s too loud to play my game with Ethel asking what she made, and she’s deep in a chat with Diane now about her heirloom tomatoes, so once we’re done passing food, I turn to Lia and Ethan.

“How did the sales this weekend go?”

Lia beams. “Fantastic. Sold out of berries, of course, but I think Mootilda really made people linger afterward, and that helped sell everything else.”

Besides Mootilda’s debut, there was also a new vendor—a flower truck that sold bouquets and flower crowns—and the Feed ’n Seed store held a raffle for a riding lawn mower and split the proceeds with Bedd Fellows.

Ethan practically glows. “It was a great weekend. Every week we get more emails from potential vendors.”

“It was a good day,” Alex agrees.

Ethan gives his brother a rueful smile before looking down at his plate and cutting up his grilled chicken. “Just think; we could have been doing this all along if you hadn’t left.”

Beside me, Alex goes completely still. My eyes widen, and across the table, Lia’s face drops.

“Left?” Alex’s voice has dropped two octaves.

Ethan glances up, a frown tugging his lips down. “Yeah. I mean, I get it, Grandad wasn’t listening to you. I just think of the time wasted when we could have been working the farm together.”

“Time wasted.” The conversation at the other end of the table dies, and the screech of Alex’s chair scraping back halts all the other noises until you could hear a pin drop as Alex glares down at his brother. “Just because I didn’t spend my time running in circles while you and Grandad faffed around with your soybeans doesn’t mean I wasted my time.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Ethan backtracks, rising to his feet and holding his hand out, placating. “Look, Grandad and I should have listened to you and Sam sooner. We could have used your help.”

“So, it’s my fault?”

“No.” Ethan’s fists clench at his sides. “Don’t put words into my mouth. When you left?—”

“I didn’t leave!” Alex roars. Outside, Trixie barks, and Alex’s face shutters, as if the noise reminds him he doesn’t have to be here. His napkin lands on his uneaten food and he spins, knocking over the wooden chair as he stomps toward the door.

Ethan follows. “Now you’re going to leave again? What, you still don’t get how hard it was when you got a job at another farm?”

The five of us left at the table glance at each other, then scramble to our feet to follow. “Jesus, I hope they don’t start wrestling,” Colleen mutters. “They’re too old for that.”

My heart races faster than my feet, worried that Alex is already in pain and wrecked because how have none of us noticed?

Out in the yard, Alex strides toward his truck, where Trixie stands in the bed, barking at the commotion.

“I’m allowed to be upset at you!” Ethan shouts at his back. “I had twice as much work to do, and Grandad was pissy about it.”

Alex reaches the truck and throws open the door.

“Alex.” There’s a warning in Ethan’s voice.

Stopping to glare at his brother, Alex holds the door open while Trixie jumps out the truck bed and into the cab. Alex slides into the front seat.

“Goddamn it.” Ethan takes his last two strides before the truck at a run and puts his hands on the tailgate, vaulting over to land in the bed of Alex’s truck with a thump that makes the whole truck jostle.

Next to me, Lia squeaks. We’ve all gathered in the grass across the driveway to watch. Colleen’s concern about wrestling seems unfounded since Alex just wants to get out of here. Ethel’s face is drawn, and she clenches her hands into one fist at her breastbone. Lia covers her face with her hands.

“You okay?” I ask quietly while Alex starts his truck, and Ethan keeps yelling.

“Yeah, just totally inappropriately thinking about how hot it was that Ethan jumped into the truck like that. What is wrong with me?”

“ALEX!” Ethan bellows. Ethel walks up to the truck bed, and I can barely hear her placating tone over the rumble of the truck.

The door flies open again, and Alex steps out. His face is shockingly calm, and Ethan stills in the truck bed.

“Grandad wasn’t pissy about it because it was his idea.”

“What?” Ethan’s voice rises with incredulity.

“Grandad told me to go. I didn’t leave. He told me it was going to be your farm and we couldn’t keep fighting over every little thing. So don’t act like you made some enormous sacrifice when you ended up getting everything I ever wanted.”

Alex’s delivery is stony, too calm in Ethan’s anger. In an instant, everything snaps and sizzles away like a drop of water on a hot frying pan. The two brothers stare at each other.

“Alex,” I say gently, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He flinches as if he’d completely forgotten I was there, spinning to face me.

“Are you happy now?” he bites out. “You stuck your nose in our business. I hope you and Gran are satisfied with the way it all worked out.”

I recoil, and behind me, Ethel gasps.

“It’s your family, Alex,” I whisper.

“And what do you know about family? You’re here alone, Molly.” He spreads his arms wide. “Easy to get along with them when you leave them behind, isn’t it?”

I can’t even answer, I just stare at him. This time, when Alex climbs into his truck, Ethan jumps off the bed and into the dirt. Alex peels out of the driveway and careens toward home.