Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Taylor
S taring out the window of Cole's truck into the endless darkness, I sighed. Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath of the cool air as it blew through the window, whipping my hair around. Cole and I were on our way home from our wedding rehearsal dinner. The rehearsal that his mother and father didn't show up to. I knew it was a long shot, but I'd really hoped she would come around and even though I tried not to get my hopes up, I did, and disappointment hit me square in the chest.
Tomorrow was our wedding day, so tonight, I was going to the Coleman Ranch, and he was going to the Montgomery Ranch. After tomorrow, there would be no more Coleman and Montgomery; they became one because we became one: The Montgomerys on The Montgomery Ranch. Cole officially moved out of his parents’ house and into mine, and Bailey would be the official homeowner of her parents’ house and the bar.
I expected to be more excited, but the rift between Cole and his parents was like a black cloud looming over us and our special day.
"You okay?" Cole asked as he swerved his truck down the old dirt road. "You've been really quiet since we left." My gaze turned to meet his. "You getting cold feet?"
I smiled as I shook my head. "No," I paused, sucking in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "but I feel bad that your parents didn't come."
He hit the brakes, slowing the truck to a stop and throwing it in park before killing the engine. My gaze swept over the open dirt road and into the dark pastures surrounding us. He twisted in the cab and reached across the bench seat, unbuckling my seatbelt. My eyes narrowed as they followed his every move.
"What are you…" My words were cut off with a squeal when he hooked an arm around me and jerked me into the center of the bench.
"Well, first, this is where you ride," he said, helping me guide my leg around the gear shift as the skirt of my white summer dress hiked up my thigh. A warmth spread through my chest, and I caught myself biting my lower lip to contain a grin.
Where we came from, you only rode in the center of a man's truck if you were his girl and growing up, I'd never ridden anywhere else, but even after he'd asked me to marry him, I hadn't moved to back because I hadn't felt like it was my place anymore. I'd thought I lost that right when I married Caleb, but Cole just gave it back to me.
"Second, we have no control over what my mother does, and we can't live our lives for her. She will eventually come around, and she may or may not regret all of this once she finds out the truth." He shrugged. "If she ever does find out."
"Why wouldn't she?"
"I'll never give her ammunition to use against you."
I smiled. "I just wish it didn't have to be like this. It was never my intention to hurt her."
He sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled as he brushed a strand of hair from my face tucking it behind my ear. "I know my mom was like a second mom to you, and I know it hurts to lose her, but this is her choice. Don't let it ruin your day, our day."
I nodded and my heart warmed instantly. I didn't know I could love him more today than I did before he left for Nashville, but I did. I was getting a second chance at my first love, and I knew I shouldn't let his mom's anger hurt me, but I couldn't help but feel that overwhelming feeling of guilt churning in my chest.
"Taylor," he said like a parent who knew their child was about to do something they were not supposed to.
I smirked. "Yes?" I feigned as much innocence as possible.
"You have to let this play itself out. I know what you're thinking, and that won't work. She's still mourning her son. She's angry, and she wants to be angry. If you go tell her the truth, it will backfire, I promise."
"I wasn't…"
"Yes, you were," he laughed. "I know you. I know that look. You can't fix this."
Blowing out a sigh, I sank back in my seat, letting defeat sink in. "Maybe you're right."
His large hand curled around my knee. Heat flooded my veins as my gaze dropped to his hand and I was no longer thinking about his mom. I was thinking about getting home as fast as possible and having him one last time as Taylor Coleman. "I think you should stay with me tonight." My hand covered his and my gaze slowly lifted, meeting his as my tongue swept out, wetting my dry lips. The air between us felt different, almost electrically charged, and every one of my nerve endings was suddenly awake.
"That wasn't part of the plan." His hand tightened around my leg just above my knee, and my insides melted with desire. "It's bad luck for me to see my bride tomorrow before you walk down the aisle."
My lips twitched, and I bit back a grin. Cole was so traditional when it came to love and marriage, and I loved that about him. My gaze fell to my hand covering his. "Well," my fingers tightened around his hand as I guided it up my thigh until it disappeared under the skirt of my dress, "then I guess you should be gone before I wake up in the morning." My voice was a breathy whisper with a hint of desperation.
I spread my legs wider, shifting in the seat, giving him access to everything I needed him to touch. He dragged his knuckles over my damp panties and groaned. "You win." He removed his hand, and I immediately missed his touch. "I'm staying with you tonight."
I smirked. "Then let's get out of here." I nodded toward the key hanging from the dash.
He twisted the key, but nothing happened. His body shifted, and he tilted his head to the side to see the keys, as if maybe he had done it wrong. He tried again. Nothing.
"I think it's broken."
I laughed. "Seriously?" This was funny for many reasons. One, because he had a brand new three-quarter ton sitting at his house, but he preferred Old Blue and two, because this was the exact spot that we'd supposedly broken down all those years ago. "You don't have to fake a breakdown to spend more time with me. I'm all yours."
A grin spread across his face. "I'm not faking," he twisted his body toward me, dropping his chest to me so that his mouth was centimeters from mine, "but I'm not mad about it either." The heat of his breath feathered across my lips.
"No?" I smiled, and my gaze followed my fingers, which gently traced the scruff along his jaw. His hand curled around my thigh. My body ached so badly for him. "I want you." It was a seductive whisper.
He didn't hesitate as his lips claimed mine with a desperate hunger. His tongue swooped through my parted lips as he hooked an arm around me, dragging me onto his lap, so I was straddling him.
This was nothing like the first time we'd broken down. There was something about getting back the love you thought you lost forever. It made you appreciate it so much more, but it also created this desperate need to know it was real and not a dream.
But it was real. He was real. This was real.
His hand slipped between us, stroking over the thin lace of my panties. He swallowed my moan as I ground myself against his hand, desperate for more. Needing more friction. My hands gripped his shoulders.
"You're so fucking wet for me, baby," he breathed as his lips traced over my jawline and down my throat.
"Make me cum." It was an order, a command mixed with a desperate plea.
He slipped his fingers into my panties. "I want you to cum all over my fingers and then again on my cock." He stroked through my wetness, and my head fell back as I bit down on my bottom lip. "I want to watch you ride my hand until you make yourself cum."
I shifted my hips, and he positioned his finger at my entrance, slowly circling as he teased me. "Please," I begged.
His teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I cried out in pleasure mixed with a hint of pain as his finger slid inside me, slowly pumping in and out over and over again. I rolled my hips, desperate for more, and he added another finger.
"Close your eyes and ride my hand, baby," he purred. "Use my fingers until your legs tremble, and then come for me." I swayed over his fingers, increasing my speed, but when he added pressure to clit, my legs shook as I neared the edge of ecstasy.
"Fuck," I whimpered as a shudder shot down my spine. I worked myself over him, finding that friction, and my entire body trembled. My fingers dug into his shoulders as my lips hovered over his so he could feel every breath of pleasure against his lips.
"Holy fuck, baby." His voice was rough and clipped. "I need you to come." There was no mistaking the urgency in his voice. His hand flattened on my back, holding my chest flush against his, and his mouth crashed against mine, kissing me fiercely, thrusting his tongue in and out as my hips pumped fast, grinding harder against his thumb.
Ripping my mouth from his, I cried out as I flew so hard over the edge I was soaring on a high.
My body quaked as I fought for a full breath of air, and he removed his hand from my panties, bringing his fingers to his lips. My breathing slowed as my gaze followed his every move. He slid his finger through his parted lips and sucked them clean, and my pussy throbbed for him to fill me.
"Fuck me," I ordered as my hands worked frantically at the button of his pants between us.
He lifted his hips shoving down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. I reached in between us, wrapping my hand around his thick base and stroking, but his large hand curled around my wrist, stopping me. "No, baby, not tonight. I want you to sink that tight pretty pussy on my cock and swallow me whole."
Smiling, I repositioned myself over him, but I still had my panties on.
He slid his hand between us, hooking a finger into the soaking wet material and jerking it to the side. I gripped the headrest as I positioned him at my entrance. His free hand tangled in my hair, and his mouth claimed mine as I sank down onto his cock, moaning into his mouth as he filled me.
My head fell back on a gasp as I rolled my hips over him in a wave-like motion, pulling him out and then pushing him back in harder and deeper with each thrust. His fingers slid into the straps of my dress, and with one hard tug, they broke, and my top dropped down, freeing my breast.
His mouth closed over the taut bud as his other hand rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb.
"Holy fuck," I moaned. "Don't stop."
My fingertips dug into the cool leather of the headrest as he lifted his hips, and I rocked myself back and forth, savoring the feel of him. I arched my back shoving my breast harder into his face and grinding my clit against him.
I was so close. So fucking close, and so was he.
"Oh fuck," I cried out as I ground him deep inside of me, and I came undone.
He gripped my hips, holding me in place as he thrust his hips forward, slamming in and out of me until his entire body tensed, and he exploded deep inside of me.
My body went limp, slumping against his as our labored breaths filled the cab of the truck.
"I can't wait to make you my wife tomorrow." He kissed my forehead, and I smiled as I curled into him.
"We should go home." I sighed.
Sucking in a deep breath, I moved back to my seat, both of us adjusting our clothes.
Holding my top up, I couldn't help but smile. I couldn't wait until tomorrow either.