Chapter 2 #2
Olivia met Wilder on his flight back to Oak Ridge. They hit it off immediately. She got pregnant, and the rest is history. If you ask Wilder, he’ll tell you it was a goddamn miracle. Can’t say I blame him. Olivia’s what I would describe as sunshine incarnate. You can’t help but love her.
She stands, picks up Gracie, and holds out her free hand for Emmy. I grab the handle of the screen door and usher them inside. The whole house smells like freshly-baked oatmeal with a hint of chocolate.
My mouth waters as I take in the giant stack of cookies in the middle of the kitchen island.
I lift the glass dome and shove one into my mouth.
It’s still warm and gooey, the flavors instantly melting on my tongue.
It’s almost better than sex. “Fucking hell, Liv. I think these might be the best ones yet.”
Emmy rushes over to the counter with a step stool in hand and climbs until she can reach the vintage peanut butter jar in the corner near the coffeemaker. She grunts, twisting open the lid, then holds it out to me. “That’ll be one dollar, please.”
“Tiny tyrant.” I fish a dollar bill out of my pocket and drop it into the swear jar. I’ve taken to keeping cash on hand for just such occasions. If anybody ever had cause to search my pockets, they’d think I’d been frequenting strip clubs with the number of singles I have on hand.
The jar is almost filled to the brim. Between my brothers and the rest of the ranch hands, she’s probably got enough money to buy a horse.
Emmy glances down at the now-empty Polaroid tattoo on my forearm and frowns.
“I know. Time to pick out a new one, yeah?”
She nods eagerly and rushes off to the living room, where she keeps all of her art supplies. Gracie crawls after her like an adorable little shadow. I sit on the edge of the sofa and wait.
In the top drawer of one of those stacking cubes, she pulls out an album full of temporary tattoos. Every few days, Emmy picks out a new one to fill the blank space in the Polaroid. Last week, I had a butterfly on top of a daisy. The week before was a smiley face.
“You spoil her, Jax,” Olivia says, standing in the threshold between the kitchen and the living room with her arms crossed over her chest.
I shrug. “That’s my job as her uncle. I take it very seriously.”
Emmy comes back with a glittery unicorn and a rainbow, placing them in the palm of my hand. Olivia disappears into the kitchen and returns with a wet washcloth. I help Emmy apply the tattoos, pressing her palm between mine as the water soaks through the paper.
Olivia sinks onto the sofa beside me with an exhausted sigh.
“Why don’t you go lie down for a while? I can take care of the girls.”
“No. I’m fine. I just need a minute to rest, and I'll be good as new.”
I release Emmy’s hand and pull off the paper backing, revealing my new temporary art.
Emmy gasps and claps her hands. “Pretty!”
“Sure is. You picked a good one.” I shift my arm back and forth so the light catches on the glitter. “What do you think, Emmy girl? Wanna hang out with Gracie and Uncle Jaxy for a few hours while Mama gets some rest?”
“Yes!”
Liv shakes her head. “You really don’t have to—”
I cut her off mid-sentence. “Go. I’ve got them. Wilder should be off work soon anyway, and I could use the company.”
“Fine. But you’re taking a plate of cowboy cookies home with you.”
I chuckle. “You drive a hard bargain, but I think I can handle that.”
With my two favorite girls in tow and a container of cowboy cookies in the passenger seat of my truck, I head down to the big barn. Griffin’s there, saying goodbye to one of his riding clients, which explains why he didn’t materialize in front of the baked goods sooner.
I put my truck in park and help Emmy out. She rushes over to the paddock, climbing the bottom rung and holding her hand out for Buttercup, the palomino mare Griff had been using for the lesson.
Sometime between the drive from my house to the barn, Gracie managed to fall asleep. I carefully remove her from her car seat and cradle her against my chest.
As Griffin’s clients back out of the drive, Wilder comes out of the barn, running his hands through his dark hair before putting his hat on backward. “You stealing my kids again, Jax?”
“Daddy!” Emmy removes one hand from the fence and waves. It’s a brief acknowledgement. Once she has her sights set on the horses, there’s no stealing her focus.
“Hi, Angel. Are you being good for Uncle Jax?”
“Uh huh.”
Wilder moves Gracie’s dark hair away from her forehead and presses a kiss there. “How long has she been out?”
“Five minutes at best. She was awake when I buckled her in.”
“Car rides get her every time.”
“Liv looked exhausted,” I say with a smirk. “If you head home now, you might have time to really wear her out.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Wilder jogs over to a nearby ATV and turns the key. “You’re my favorite brother.”
Griffin flips him off as he guns it up the gravel drive.
Emmy hops off the fence and holds out her palm. “That’s a dollar, Uncle Griff.”
“Technically, I didn’t say anything.”
She flaps her hand several times. “Still counts.”
He rifles through his wallet and pulls out a five. “You got any change?”
She slides the cash into the pocket of her overalls. “Nope. Pleasure doing business with you.”
He smiles and ruffles her hair. “This is highway robbery.”
She beams up at him like he hung the moon. “Me and Mama made cookies. Want some?”
“You should’ve led with that, Emmy Lou. Did y’all bring me some?”
I widen my eyes and shake my head, but she betrays me. “Uncle Jaxy has some in the truck.”
Griffin crosses his arms over his broad chest and cocks his head to one side. “Does he now?”
I reach in through the passenger window and grab the container. “You can have one. Take it or leave it.”
“Make it three, and I’ll muck out the stalls tonight.”
“Deal.”
After an uneventful afternoon with my family, I head back home just as the sun begins to sink below the horizon, casting long shadows over the rolling landscape. It’s only a formality that I still call this place home. It hasn’t truly felt like it in years.
Whispering Oaks Ranch is little more than the place where I work and lay my head. The people here are all that matter to me. Without them, I’d be long gone.
I drag my feet up the front porch and let myself into my house, with only the oppressive quiet and the bitter darkness waiting to greet me. After setting my boots on the lonely welcome mat, I head into the den.
I settle on the brown leather sofa and log in to the Pleasure Peak app, seeking a connection, even if it’s artificial.
The app looks like any other social media; only here, you get to choose what flavor of content you want to consume.
It caters to a wide demographic, as long as everyone involved is a consenting adult.
I’ve been at this for almost three years. It was initially a way to let off steam at the end of the day without seeking out a real person with complications like feelings. Now it’s more than that.
I have a few private messages waiting, but the comments on my most recent post draw my attention first. My subscribers are nothing if not creative.
Mercy_squirt: I may not be Cinderella but I know it fits.
Smuthunny69: I'd dislocate my jaw like an anaconda.
kittykisser80085: I have nothing respectful to say.
Once I’ve caught up on everything I missed, I head into my bedroom and set my camera on the tripod at the end of my bed. After tugging off my shirt, I secure the bandana around my face and put on my signature black cowboy hat. It’s all part of my brand.
I start the recording and settle back against the headboard. As I unbuckle my jeans, I think back to the way it felt to hold Callie in my arms—her body melting against me as she inhaled my scent. Nothing has ever felt so goddamn right.
Just the thought that Callie could see me like this makes my cock twitch. I dip my hand under the waistband of my jeans and release my straining erection. She’d be so responsive for me as my tongue charted a path across her creamy skin. Callie Cooper has been my muse for longer than she realizes.
At first, it was awkward, talking dirty into a camera that couldn’t respond. It’s second nature now. I’ve done it so frequently it’s become almost mundane.
“Mmm. Look at you, all wet and needy for me. Did you miss me?”
I grip myself tighter, stroking up the line of piercings decorating the underside of my shaft. “Open those pretty thighs and play with that perfect cunt for me.”
I keep my empty gaze locked on the screen, but my thoughts are a million miles away. It’s Callie I’m seeing, laid out for me, bare and glistening with arousal. Her puffy pink lips are on display as she sinks her fingers inside her wet cunt. She moans and whimpers my name, begging to be filled.
“You’re so fucking beautiful all spread out for me. I want to devour you. Lick your pretty clit until you can’t take anymore.”
I pant into the microphone hidden beneath the mask, my lurid sounds filling the silence. “You’d beg for my cock, wouldn’t you? And just when you’re about to come, I’ll sink my cock so deep you’ll forget your own name.”
Callie’s blue-green eyes cloud my vision. My hand no longer seems to belong to me. My spine tingles as pleasure ripples down it in waves.
“Mmm. How does that sound? I’ll fuck you long and hard, make you come again and again until your body can’t take anymore.
Wring every ounce of pleasure you have. I’ll watch my cum drip down your gorgeous thighs, then lick it up until my tongue touches that sensitive clit, and you fall apart all over again. ”
My abs contract as I struggle to hold onto my release. It’s no use. I imagine the way Callie would cry out my name, and I come undone, spilling cum across my chest and stomach as the forceful orgasm tears through me.
When I come down from the high, I’m a panting mess behind the mask, but the craving is far from sated.
After I catch my breath, I stop the recording and clean myself up.
The cold shower does nothing to quell the fire still burning in my veins.
Callie is under my skin, and it’s going to take a lot more than that to get her out.