Chapter 8
EIGHT
Cole
I wake up early the next morning through force of habit. But this morning is different because my dream girl is curled up next to me in bed.
Blair is still sound asleep, her hand fisted under her chin as she rests. We’re spooning, and I bite back a groan when her ass rubs against my cock.
Fuck, I want her again… but she needs her sleep, and I need to do chores.
With a quiet sigh, I slip out of bed, making sure to tuck her in. I dress in the early morning light and make my way downstairs.
Heading to the barn first, I get started on my chores. I fill the horses’ water, throw out some hay for them to munch on, and add oats to each of their buckets. I clean out their stalls and add fresh straw as they eat, then let them out into the pasture for the day before moving on to the chickens.
I say hi to the chickens as I enter their coop to collect the fresh eggs. I work quickly, wanting to be back inside before Blair wakes up. She’ll have to be at work in a few hours, and I want to spend time with her before I drop her off.
Grabbing the eggs, I return to the house, entering through the kitchen door. I want to make Blair breakfast. Using some of the fresh eggs, I make pancakes and scrambled eggs.
My stomach growls as I finish up, and I grab the plates, intending to surprise Blair with breakfast in bed. Then I freeze.
Wait. Blair would hate that.
I remember how neat she is. Her place is spotless, and every time we eat, she has to have a napkin, fork, and knife. She always has to have everything in order.
I pivot and set the table instead. Blair’s footsteps reach me as I’m finishing up.
I turn, smiling as she pokes her head into the kitchen.
She’s wearing one of my shirts, and a primal surge of emotion almost overwhelms me at seeing her in my clothes.
I want to mark her. I want to spread her out on this table, push the shirt up, and fuck her until she’s dripping with my cum.
Blair’s green eyes sparkle as she takes in the feast. “You cooked?”
“Yeah, let’s eat while it’s still hot.”
I pull out her chair, and she beams up at me as she sits and spreads her napkin over her lap.
It’s at that moment that I know for sure that I’m in love with Blair. Completely, totally, forever. She’s it for me.
Now I need her to realize that I’m the man for her, too.
“Thanks,” she says as she takes a bite of her food.
I sit and tuck in. “How is it?”
“Great,” she moans, stuffing a bite of pancake into her mouth.
I point to the corner where I’ve stored the Winter Festival stuff. “When do we need to drop this stuff off for the festival?”
“Tomorrow. We’ll set it up for the festival, and Roger will take it home after.”
“Okay. I can drive it into town whenever you need.”
We talk more about the timeline while we finish eating and clean up.
“Your place looks completely different with all the decorations,” Blair says, smiling at the Christmas tree.
“Yeah, it looks great. I’m glad you suggested it.”
I move to her side and wrap my arms around her waist. Blair turns, smiling up at me softly.
I glance at the clock. “What time do you need to be at work?”
“Um, in an hour.”
“Then we have just enough time.”
“For what?”
“Round three,” I whisper.
She giggles as I take her hand and tug her upstairs to the bedroom.
My cock is straining against the fly of my jeans as I think about last night with my Princess. Our first time was mind-blowing, and when Blair asked me if it was always like that, I decided to prove to her that yes, with us, it was.
Our second round was just as good, maybe even better. I was prepared for round three last night, but Blair passed out.
I’m putting that right now, though.
We stumble into the bedroom, both of us in a rush to strip and jump back into bed. The wind picks up outside, and I glance over to see snow flurries coming down. Then my attention is right back on my girl.
Blair smiles up at me from the bed as I kick off my jeans and boxers and dive in with her. Her skin is flushed as I roll her under me and claim her lips. She spreads her legs eagerly, and I grin against her lips as I settle into the soft cradle of her thighs.
“Wait!” I gasp, breaking the kiss and leaning on my hands to look down at her.
“What?”
“Are you sore?”
“Huh?” Her eyes are hazy and lust-filled.
“Your pussy, Princess. Is it sore?”
“Oh! No,” she says, pulling me back down onto her.
Her hands wrap around my biceps, her soft breasts smashing against my chest. I groan as she rubs her hard nipples against me. She feels so good. I love how she clings to me. My cock hardens as she wriggles, and I choke back a groan.
Blair kisses me, and my eyes fall closed as I kiss her back, licking the seam of her mouth, desperate to taste her.
She opens for me, as greedy for me as I am for her.
I push my tongue past her lips and rub it against hers in an erotic dance.
She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she rocks against me, driving both of us wild.
My cock nudges her opening as she angles her hips. I don’t break the kiss as she rocks onto me, slowly taking me inch by inch. Once I’m fully seated inside her, we both let out a deep breath.
Then I take over.
“Brace yourself against the headboard, Princess,” I order as I lean back on my knees and grip her hips.
She gasps, and her green eyes lock with mine as we move together. Her pale blonde hair is spread out around her head like a halo, making her look like an angel. Her hands brace against the headboard, slipping as she struggles to find a hold.
Her tits bounce with each of my thrusts, and I curse as tingles spread from the base of my spine. Blair moans with each plunge of my cock. Her pussy tightens around my dick as her orgasm builds.
I set her ankles on my shoulder, opening her up to me, and slide my hand between us to rub her clit.
“Oh!”
I smirk down at her. “Let me hear it, Princess.”
She arches as I pound into her. My orgasm grows closer, closer, closer… but I need to get Blair off first.
I roll that little bundle of nerves under my fingers, and she detonates.
“COLE!” she screams as she comes, her pussy gushing around my cock.
“Fuck!” I shout as her juices flood my length.
Blair bucks against me, wringing out the last of her orgasm, and I grit my teeth as I come deep inside her. She sags against the mattress, licking her lips as she sucks in a deep breath.
I pull out of her slowly and collapse onto the bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her and tugging her to my side. We lie like that for a moment, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow.
“What time is it?” Blair asks through a yawn.
She leans up on her elbow and looks at the alarm clock before I can answer, then tenses against my side.
“Crap! We have to go!” she shouts, leaping out of bed and grabbing her clothes from the floor.
I look at the clock and curse as I rush to get dressed. We have twenty minutes to get Blair back to her apartment so she can change and get to work. It’s going to be tight, but we can do it if I speed a little.
We’re out the door in the next minute. I throw the truck into reverse and speed down the driveway.
“What are you doing today?” Blair asks as she wrestles her hair into a ponytail.
“I need to do some work around the ranch, and I should check in with Devon to see when he’ll be out here.”
“That’s your Army buddy?”
“Yeah. He’ll be moving here soon. Really soon. I need to nail down dates and figure out when I’m driving to get him from the airport.”
“We should make him a basket or something to welcome him to town.”
“He’d like that,” I say, taking her hand and threading our fingers together.
We pull up to her apartment building a few minutes later, and Blair leans over the seat, giving me a quick kiss before she throws open her door.
“I’ll see you later!”
I shake my head. “I’ll wait and drive you to work.”
Blair nods and races inside. She’s only gone for a few minutes before she bolts back outside and jumps into my truck.
“Hurry!”
I pull out into traffic and drive to the bank.
“Thanks for the ride,” she says as I tug her in for a kiss.
“See you later.”
“Later.”
Then she’s out of the truck and rushing into the bank. I watch her go, then turn and drive home. I call Devon on the way, and he answers on the second ring.
“Hey, man.”
“Hey,” I greet him. “How’s it going?”
“Good. I was going to call you today. They’re releasing me in a week.”
“Did something happen?”
“Yeah, I overdid it in physical therapy, and I’ve been on bed rest since.”
He sounds pissed, and I’m sure he’s been a great patient all week. Devon is the type of guy who always wants to be doing something. When we worked together, he always had some project on the go. I don’t imagine he’s enjoying his hospital stay and forced retirement.
“Well, take it easy. I’ll be ready to pick you up whenever you head out here.”
“Thanks.”
“So you’re spending Christmas and the holidays in Virginia?” I confirm.
“Yep. I’ll be flying out to see you the first week in January.”
“We should wait to see what the doctor says.”
“First week,” he says firmly.
I roll my eyes. “All right, well, I’m ready.”
“Good, so how have you—shit.”
“You all right?”
“I’ve got to go. Nurse just came in to poke me some more,” he gripes.
I bite back a grin. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Later,” he groans.
I hang up as I pull into the drive and hop out, rolling out my shoulders. I survey the horses, looking out over the pasture. They all seem happy munching on their hay, and I turn to head inside when my phone rings again.
This time it’s Grady, one of my foster brothers, calling me.
We were close growing up. He went into the military, too, but he chose the Navy. He returned to Silver Bell Hollow and the Naughty List Ranch to help out when he got out of the Navy. He’s been back for a few weeks now and is settled in the caretaker cabin on the property.
I caught up with him and the other guys when I was back in town a few weeks ago. He’s still the same quiet, broody guy I remember.
“Hey, man,” I answer.
Grady grunts. “Heard you met someone.”
“Mary,” I sigh.
“She’s excited for you.”
I snort. “I know. She was practically planning our wedding and future kids’ names when I told her.”
That earns me a chuckle as I head inside.
“What’s her name?”
“Blair. She works at the bank in town.”
“Hmm.”
“She’s it for me, man. She’s the one.”
“You’ve been dating for two days,” he deadpans.
I toss my keys on the entryway table and smile at the decorations. “I’ve known her for months,” I correct. “I’ve been dating her for two days.”
“You don’t think that’s too fast?”
I wonder if he’s asking for a specific reason. “You meet someone?”
Silence greets me.
“Grady?”
“Maybe,” he relents.
I chuckle. “Grady Cross is in love!”
“Shut up. I knew calling you was a mistake.”
“What’s her name? Has Mary planned your wedding yet?”
“Oh, my god,” he groans.
“She has, hasn’t she!”
“Her name is Angel. That’s all you're getting.”
“For now. I’ll talk to Mary later and get all the details.”
He sighs, and I grin as I collapse on the couch.
“To answer your question,” I continue. “No, I don’t think it’s too soon. When you know, you know.”
“Yeah,” he says quietly. Man, he’s got it bad.
“Can’t wait to meet your girl,” I add.
“Yours too.”
I hear Christopher yell for Grady in the background and push to my feet. “I’ll talk to you later. Good luck with your Angel.”
“You too.”
He hangs up, and I shove my phone into my pocket, wondering what I should do now. An idea blossoms as I stare at the Christmas tree. I need to go shopping. I haven’t bought Blair anything for Christmas yet, and if I have my way, she’ll be spending it here with me.
Grabbing my keys, I head back out to my truck, already thinking up ideas on what to get for her as I hop in and drive to town.