THIRTY-SIX
BLAIR
Baby is the size of a hoof rasp
“Step,” Colt’s quiet, gentle voice says as he slowly guides me up the stairs. I think we’re at the Big House but with his hand over my eyes, it’s hard to tell. “Step.”
“How many steps total?” I ask to prevent him from having to continue to say it.
“Two more.”
I shuffle from the stairs to the door, where his arm leaves my waist to push it open, and air conditioning rushes out. There’s a quiet but urgent shushing sound as Colt leads me deeper into the room and I’m almost positive that I was right about our location when he turns me toward the right.
Try as he might to whisper, I can hear his lips forming the “three, two, one” countdown that precedes his hand moving from my eyes. I blink in the light, trying to get my eyes to adjust, but the moment I do, they’re just getting blurry again as they fill with tears.
“Surprise! ”
Chelsey and Stephanie rush me, wrapping me up in over-excited hugs that I’m too shocked to return.
“You look so good, Blair!” Stephanie says, pushing back my hair in the mothering way she always had.
“Literally glowing,” Chelsey agrees.
“How are you guys here?” I ask, eyes flicking around the room as I notice that everyone is here. All of the Whittakers, Tyler, Theo, Callie, Austin… even a few of the ranch hands. And Stephanie and Chelsey.
“Your baby daddy flew us out for your shower,” Chelsey explains with over-exaggerated waggling brows that I’d normally laugh at, but I’m too busy seeking out Colt.
Luckily, he hadn’t stepped very far away and was just leaning against the wall with crossed arms and a huge grin that softens when he sees I’m crying.
“Come here, mama,” he says, reaching for me.
I ignore my friends’ coos as I step into his arms and hide my face against his chest. His lips press against my hair.
“Happy tears?” he whispers.
“Yeah.” My voice breaks and honestly, what a ridiculous overreaction, but this is probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I’ve said that a lot recently, but Colt just keeps outdoing himself. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, pretty girl. Thought you knew that by now.”
I laugh against his chest, pulling away to wipe my tears as I look around the room again. June’s also misty-eyed, so I don’t feel so ridiculous anymore. For the first time, I see the decorations. Everything is so pink and perfect, with a little cowgirl theme that’s not too over the top.
“Thank you all,” I say with a sniffle, wiping my eyes again. I’m starting to get better with my shyness, especially around the Whittakers, but being the center of attention has never been my forte.
“Don’t thank us yet, you haven’t seen the gifts. They might suck,” Jameson says, making me and everyone else chuckle. It’s the bit of levity the situation clearly needed as I hug my friends again and then let Colt lead me to the rocking chair set off to the side by a pile of presents.
Callie comes over and looks at me with wide, hopeful eyes—the four-year-old’s way of asking if she could touch my bump since Theo had chastised her last time she just went grabbing for it.
I nod at her, knowing she won’t use her voice with me.
She really only talks to her father, Kenny, and sometimes June.
Speaking of, June comes over excitedly, explaining all of the things she set up for the shower—different games and the snacks and her ideas for how the day would go, and I’m incredibly grateful, but I can’t stop thinking about how I’m going to suck Colt’s brain out through his cock later for flying out my best friends and helping his mama make this day so special for me.
Colt has other plans, apparently. None of which result in him getting the head of a lifetime. He kisses me on the cheek as he finishes packing his truck full of stuff his family spoiled baby bear with.
“Go with your friends, baby. Have fun. I’ll unload everything at the cabin and then come back for the rest.”
I pout a bit. The idea of hanging out with my friends sounds absolutely incredible, but I also want to help him unload everything into the nursery and then have some… alone time with him.
“Don’t put anything away though, okay?”
Colt chuckles, shoving the huge container of baby clothes Bailey had given us into the passenger seat where I usually sat. That was the present that had surprised me the most, if I was being honest .
“I won’t. I’ll put everything in the middle of the floor for you. Now go have fun with your friends. They fly back out tomorrow night.”
I catch him just as he’s about to head back inside, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him properly, not caring that Chelsey and Stephanie are whistling from their rental car.
“Thank you again for all of this, Colt.”
He pulls me as close as my bump will allow, melting into my hug. Sometimes, I think he’s right about the universe bringing us together. Sometimes, it feels like he needs me just as much as I need him. That maybe I’m his safe space just like he’s mine.
“I’m so happy we were able to pull it off.”
Chelsey honks the car horn and Colt huffs good-naturedly, pulling back to kiss my forehead. I finally make myself pull away and waddle over to the rental car. Colt’s hand comes up just as I’m about to reach for the door handle and pulls it open for me.
“You ladies have enough gas?” he asks the girls as I climb in the back seat.
“Half a tank,” Stephanie reports and Colt nods.
“Have fun,” he repeats for a final time. “If you guys need anything, just give me a call.”
It’s not until we sit down in the nearly empty seats of the only movie theater in town, ready to watch a film that had already been out for two years, when I open my purse and see the pack of gummy bears Colt had slipped inside at some point.
By the time I get home that night, after the movie, dinner at Cattleman’s, and hosting my friends for a few hours before sending them off to the Big House to sleep, I no longer have it in me to give Colt the best head of his life .
In fact, I barely have it in me to do anything other than lie in bed and cuddle up to my beloved pregnancy pillow with heavy eyes.
“C’n I ask you a question?” I mumble sleepily to Colt, who’s holding the book he’s reading in one hand and resting the other on my hip. He hums in response. “Would you ever want to be pegged?”
Colt chokes, coughing in a way that makes my eyes fly open in concern as he drops his book down on the bed. He waves me off when I try to sit up, catching his breath a moment later.
“Sorry, what?”
“Pegged,” I repeat, my face getting a bit hot as I sit up anyway. Maybe in all of my research, I’d picked up the wrong term. “Isn’t that what it’s called? Like if I was the one?—”
“Yes.”
My brows furrow. “Yes that’s what it’s called, or yes you want to do it?”
“Both,” he’s quick to say, even though he still looks mildly confused. “But what has you bringing that up?”
I shrug, picking up the book he dropped for something to do with my hands.
“Since you told me you also like guys, I’ve just been… Googling some stuff. I didn’t know if, when you were with guys, you were usually the one doing the, uh?—”
“I usually bottom with men,” he says with a grin, saving me from finishing my sentence.
“So yeah, I’d love it if you wanted to peg me, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to, or that I’m, like…
missing out on anything because I’m with you and not with a man.
That’s not really how bisexuality works. At least not for me.”
“No, I know,” I say, though that concern had indeed crossed my mind. “I just…” I shrug again. “I thought it’d be kinda hot.”
“You’re damn skippy it’d be hot,” he agrees, pupils blown wide as he adjusts himself in his pants. I look down to find them tenting and feel bad. It hadn’t been my intention to get him riled up.
“Not right now,” I say, letting him down easily, as though I even have a strap-on ready to go. “But like… in the future.”
He clears his throat, pulling his hand away from his pants.
“Right, no, of course. Um, what else did your research help you find?”
I hesitate. I’m not a prude, by any means, and despite appearing shy to most people, I’m pretty open once I get comfortable with someone.
It just doesn’t happen all that often. Still, though, there’s a difference between getting hot over how big a man’s hands are and admitting to considering licking his butthole, I think.
“Rimming.”
Colt groans, his head falling back against the headboard as he palms himself again. “Is that something else you’d want to try?”
My nose scrunches. “Maybe? Does it feel good?”
With a grin, he rolls his head against the headboard so that he’s looking at me again.
“Really good. I could eat your ass for you to show you if you’d like.”
“Colt!” I admonish, shoving his shoulder out of surprise. He had a filthy mouth when we had sex, but when I was in the middle of coming apart on his tongue or his piercings, it didn’t faze me. I cover my cheeks with my hands, and they’re hot to the touch.
He chuckles, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of my hand.
“We’ll table the discussion for now, but as a general rule: I’m down to try just about anything with you, especially if it means I get to bottom for you every once in a while.”