Chapter 14
HAYES
“Bishop loves chocolate chip cookies.” Vivian stares at the ingredients on the counter in front of us, laying her hand on the bag of chocolate chips.
“Then why don’t you just call him? Isn’t it time you four kissed and made up?” I tie the apron around my waist and flip my baseball cap backwards.
Our snowball fight –the one where my team lost– was just the kickoff of our family fun day. While the “youngin’s” were battling for their lives, Mom and Alma were inside prepping all the cookie supplies and making a delicious lunch for us to enjoy.
For the last few years, the McCallan family has held weekend holiday activities leading up to Christmas.
We’ve hosted hay rides around the property, took a ride on the Christmas train from here to Dallas, had a full day of cookie making and tasting, and even rented a fake snow machine for our campers and their families to enjoy.
It seems like quite a lot, especially when there’s only been one grandchild, but we’ve always tried to make Dagen’s memories the best they can be since losing her mom.
Last year was a mess dealing with Vaughan’s accident and rehabbing him to be healthy again.
We were all so focused on his care that our activities fell to the wayside.
But this year, our little family has grown exponentially.
And instead of just family fun filled days, they’ve turned it into family competitions that result in a winner each day.
I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the holidays. And bonus points for getting to be around Cat. I wanted to punch Vaughan when he divided up the teams and I didn’t end up with her, but the quick tease we had hidden by the hay was worth it.
With a sigh Viv says, “Believe me. I’ve tried talking to Nix. He’s just not having it. I know he’s hurting without his best friend and niece, but he’s bullheaded and stubborn and refuses to be the first one to break.”
I wrap my arm around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head. “We’ll help fix it, Red. Don’t worry.”
She leans her head against my chest and pats my stomach.
My eyes wander to where Cat stands, as they always do, and she stares back at me.
At us. Her eyes narrow on my hand over Viv’s shoulder.
She knows it’s innocent, but I think she may be jealous over the fact that we still can’t show the type of affection that the other couples do.
The only person to blame for that one is her.
If I had my way, I would’ve walked into Cami and Vaughan’s wedding wearing a sign that read Cathia Villalobos is mine.
“Are everyone’s hands washed and hair pulled back?” Alma stands between the two work areas with the same teams gathered on either side.
Cami and CeCe pass out plastic gloves and we all slip them on. We each have a job to do in the cookie making process. We’re set up sort of like a relay, though the real test will be the tasting judging. Juan and Dad have opted to sit out of this round and so graciously volunteered to be the judges.
Each team decided on a recipe –be it a personal one or found– and that’s what we’ll be making. We went for chocolate peppermint crunch cookies. The recipe looked pretty phenomenal, so I’ll guess we’ll just see what the judges have to say.
“Then let the cookie making begin!” Alma gives the go ahead and we all get to work.
We all pat our full bellies and chug down glasses of milk and water.
Cookie making proved to be quite exhausting.
Dad and Juan just couldn’t decide on a winner, so we all took it upon ourselves to check.
We all ended up in agreement that they were both equally as good and in this case speed didn’t matter, so the day ended up in a tie.
“I know we ate all of those cookies, but I kinda want actual food.” Cami rubs her belly as does Vaughan from where they sit on the large chair.
“Honestly, same,” CeCe says.
The rest of us groan with stomachs about to burst, but I guess we can’t really blame them. What’s most surprising is that Vaughan isn’t hungry. He’s always ready to eat.
“I can eat.” Spoke too soon. Vaughan chimes in favor of food.
“Well I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to cook. We had a long day and I think we are all too tired to do one more thing.” Cat looks around and catches my eye.
I could be wrong, but I think I may understand what she’s throwing out.
I sit up tall and clear my throat. “Yeah, I agree. How about I go down to Rusty’s and get a shitload of BBQ? At least with that we can graze. BBQ is great whether hot or cold.”
“Oh my gosh that sounds so good,” Viv groans.
“Y’all stay. I’ll go get it. Men, rub your women’s feet and back. Ladies, just soak it up,” I tell them and walk towards the entryway.
“Want me to go with you to help?” Cat asks.
I have to play this cool so I say, “You don’t have to if you’re tired. But I won’t say no to having some company.”
She bites back her smile and pushes up from where she’s sprawled out on the floor. “I could use a little fresh air. The smell of cookies is starting to make me sick.”
We grab our shoes and jackets and tell them all we’ll return soon. I open the door to my truck and practically throw her in. Running to the other side, I climb and fire it up.
“Call Rusty’s and ask for Marge. Tell her we want the McCallan Ranch special and she’ll have it ready in thirty minutes.” I toss my phone at her and she picks it up.
“Passcode.” I rattle it off and she quickly opens it, makes the call and climbs over the center console.
Her fingers work to unbuckle my belt and pull my jeans open. I struggle to help her as we drive down the bumpy dirt road, wiggling side to side and get them pushed down just enough for her to grip my hard dick.
She wraps her hair into a makeshift bun then descends, her mouth sliding down my shaft until I hit the back of her throat.
“Fucking hell.” My head falls back against the headrest and I fight to keep my eyes open.
Cat hums and bobs up and down, using her hand in tandem.
She flattens her tongue and it’s pure bliss.
We pass the last of the ranch and my house as she sucks the head of my cock.
My abs tense with strain to hold back my release.
I need to find a place to pull over and fuck her, and I need to do it now.
I know all of the trails and hidden spots around here, and I flip through the pictures in mind for the perfect one. When I remember one in particular, I make a sharp left turn.
Cat jolts and I grunt when I feel the slightest tug of her teeth.
It’s my fault for not warning her, but right now I don’t care.
The truck bounces and Cat does her best to keep going.
When I slow in the copse of pine trees, I put the truck in park and begin adjusting the seat back as far as it can go.
“Get up here,” I growl while pulling her mouth off of me.
She hurriedly kicks off a shoe, pulls her leggings down, and removes one foot before climbing over. I push my jeans down a few inches more, making sure that she won’t end up with a large buckle or zipper up her ass, and welcome her.
“Oh boy are you jolly today, Mr. Rancher.” She eyes my wet and throbbing cock, the head purple as the blood rushes to it.
“You didn’t notice when you had it shoved down your throat?” Her hands rest on my shoulders as she slowly sinks down, swallowing me whole.
“I don’t think I can take it slow. I’m literally hanging on by a worn thread.” She clamps her mouth onto my mouth and sucks.
“No complaints here. I was ready to blow the second you put that beautiful mouth on me.” My hands nudge her sweater up and I let my hands massage her plump breasts.
Her head falls back on a moan and she bounces faster. “Have I told you…ffuck, that feels so good.”
“Tell me what baby?”
“Told you how much I love fucking you. God, you’re amazing.”
“You’re amazing. This tight pussy loves it when I fill you up. I see the way you shiver when my cum fills your sweet cunt.”
“Yes,” she mewls and rides me faster.
“Where do you like it best, baby? All your holes are so hungry when it comes time for me to feed you. Greedy girl.”
Her whines grow louder and I grip her ass, tugging her to me with force. Our breathing grows labored as we climb this nirvana cliff.
“Right there, darlin’. Fuck me harder. Squeeze my cock with your tight pussy.”
The dirty words I whisper have her bursting. Her head falls back, rolls side to side, and finally slams into my shoulder.
“Aaah, fuck. More. Please, don’t stop.” She begs and pleads and takes as her orgasm continues to roll on.
“Never.” And I mean it. I’ll never stop fucking or loving her.
The storm in me rages until a crack of thunder breaks my restraint. I unleash and pump, digging my fingers into her pebbled flesh. I gnash my teeth from the strength in which my orgasm grips me. The desperation, the speed and intensity combined for a mammoth explosion.
We slow and blink our eyes open, the world around us now dark. I smooth my hand over her silky hair and kiss her lips. “That was a little fast and furious.”
She smiles. “I’ve been squeezing my damn legs together since the hay bales this morning. I just about orgasmed when I tasted the cookies you all made. The sounds I made were very crude.”
“I know,” I joke. “But also, me too. I can’t wait to have this all out in the open. I hate hiding.”
Her eyes soften and she scratches my scruffy jaw. “I know. I’m sorry. Soon. I promise. I think Viv and Nix are breaking down. I can tell they recognize how hard this is on everyone.”
I nod my head and kiss her nose before smacking her ass. “Let’s go get that food. I’ve worked up an appetite, and we’re going to need to refuel for later.”
“I’m holding you to that, Mr. Jolly Rancher.” She eases off of me and I shove my finger between her legs, capturing a small amount of cum that wants to leak from her and rub her soaked pussy.
“Call me that again and I’m going to show you just how jolly I can be when I spank your ass.”
She clambers over to her seat, ass peeking out from under her sweater, and she looks back at me. “Promise?”
I promise to give her anything she wants for the rest of her life. Just say the word, darlin’.