Chapter 31
COLTON
Ican’t fucking believe I’m doing this, I think as I grab the bag of sunflower seeds off the kitchen counter.
Walking outside to the back porch, I shake the bag and look at the playhouse where the squirrels have made themselves at home over the last few weeks.
“Come on, my scary little fuckers,” I mutter, cringing as the animals run out of the house and start to try to crowd around me. “It’s a good thing my woman likes you, or I’d never be doing this. But you little assholes better not get too close.”
The squirrels look at me expectantly, waiting for me to drop the seeds. Turning the bag over, I dump half the contents on the ground, watching as they pounce on the seeds.
Shaking my head at them, I cautiously back away and start to make my way to the cattle pasture. After grabbing their food, I head over to their troughs.
“Good morning, y’all. Time for breakfast,” I yell, rattling the bucket as loudly as I can.
Dumping it into the trough, I look down to see some of the feed starting to fall through the cracks of the weathered wood.
I groan and make a mental note to build a new one as the cows come running from across their pastures.
As always, the smallest calves lead the way, trotting happily over to the trough, eager to get their breakfast. The heifers follow closely behind them, and Diesel brings up the rear, walking slowly through the green pasture.
As soon as he’s close enough to the gate, he bypasses the food and sticks his large head through the iron bars, looking at me expectantly.
“You know, Diesel, you’re definitely not what I was expecting,” I laugh, leaning over and running behind his ears. “You know you’re a mess, don’t you?”
He looks up at me, chewing a piece of hay lazily as I continue to pet him.
“All right, it’s time for you to go eat,” I tell him, giving him one last pat and shaking my head as he lumbers off.
Satisfied that the cows are taken care of, I turn back to look at the house.
It’s hard to believe that this is the same place I pulled up to three months ago, and I shake my head at the memory of my first few encounters with my new place.
But between the new siding, the updated floors, the new tin roof I had put on, and the fresh paint job inside, it’s finally resembling what I pictured in my mind before I moved here.
Walking back up the drive, I realize it’s probably time I moved in here for good.
Other than putting together the few pieces of furniture that I’ve ordered over the last few months, all of the renovations I planned to do are done, and there’s nothing keeping me from moving in for good.
I try to decide how I feel about that and decide that, as much as I’ve loved living at the Phillips, it’s time.
Now that Lucy’s mom is back, our days of cuddling and slow, quiet mornings are over.
The thought crosses my mind that once everything is out in the open, I could finally ask Lucy to move in with me.
My mind immediately flashes through all the times I’ve pictured her here, and I can’t help but smile at the idea of knowing that she’s a permanent fixture in my bed and my space.
I picture us sitting on the porch, her drawing in her sketchbook while I strum the guitar as the pigs, Knox, and Carla run around the yard.
When I bought this place, I didn’t ever imagine that I’d be this serious about a woman.
But as I think back over the last few months, it hits me that I want Lucy Phillips by my side for the rest of my life.
I’ve joked that I’ve been obsessed with her since we met, but when I think about it, I realize that it’s more than that.
What I feel for her is more than a passing infatuation or lust for really good sex.
When I moved down here, people kept telling me how well I was handling the accident.
And while I never went through a phase of being mad at the world, if I’m honest with myself, part of me thought my life was over when I decided to buy this place.
The only thing that was keeping me going was the plans to fix up this house and take care of the farm so that I could live out here alone.
But over the last few months, she’s shown me that there’s so much excitement and life to live outside of the rodeo.
And in the process, I’ve fallen head over heels for Lucy Phillips.
All I want is to share this place with her, but in order for that to work, this place has to be furnished. Filled with a new determination, I head inside to set up the headboard and bed frame.
It takes me less than an hour to check that task off the list, and I pull out my phone to send Lucy a text.
Colton: I know it’s only been one night away from you, but I’m already over it.
Lucy: I agree. This whole sneaking around thing is for the birds.
Colton: Yeah. As soon as your brother gets home, we’ll tell him.
Lucy: Ugh, I’m not looking forward to that.
Lucy: But also, he won’t be home til Thursday for Thanksgiving. There’s no way I’m gonna last that long without seeing you.
I think about what she’s saying and realize she’s right. The idea of staying away for almost a week when I’ve gotten used to spending every spare moment with her feels like an eternity.
Colton: You’re right.
Colton: Come over tonight.
Lucy: Hmmm
Lucy: I know you’re close to being done with the house, but do you even have a bed?
Lucy: I’m all for a romantic indoor picnic, but I draw the line at sleeping on the floor.
Laughing, I snap a picture of the bed I just put together and send it to her.
Lucy: Well I’ll be damned. Looks like we’re having ourselves a sleepover.
Lucy: Do you have sheets though? And a comforter? Or pillows?
Pausing, I realize she’s right. I grab my keys from the kitchen counter and head to the truck.
Colton: I’m running to town now to get some.
Colton: Also, pick out whichever furniture you think would look good in the living room. We’ll order it tonight.
I send her the link to a few furniture sites, and as I pull down the driveway, I can’t help the smile that takes over my face.
My girl is spending the night at my house, and I have some serious work to do.
“Oh my God, Colton. When did you do all this?” Lucy asks as I guide her into the bedroom.
She’s been here less than five minutes, but I couldn’t wait any longer to show her what I spent the afternoon working on.
I’d only planned to buy sheets, a comforter, some pillows, and a few other essentials.
But after a trip to the neighboring city, I spent an hour and a half in the home section, trying to make sure everything was perfect.
In hindsight, it’s safe to say I might have gone a little overboard, but I’m still pretty happy with how it turned out.
I look at the bed I made right before she got here and the string lights I’d hung around the room since I didn’t want to pick out lamps and shit without her.
I’d also grabbed two matching nightstands, and on top of them I’d placed a framed selfie of the two of us that I took during out movie night.
Next to it is the small picture of the meadow she’d drawn for me when I first gave her the sketchbook.
I’d also picked up a blue rug after remembering that it was her favorite color.
On top of the decor, I’d also made a little picnic after her joke earlier, stopping by the deli and grabbing sandwiches, chips, and cookies and placing them in a basket on the bed.
She glances around in surprise, taking in all of the details I’d included in the space, before launching herself at me and kissing me hard. “Oh my God, Colton. This is incredible.”
“Do you like it?” I ask, desperate to hear her say the words.
“I love it! I know it’s not my room, but you’re gonna have to kick me out because I never want to leave. It’s so cozy.”
“Darlin’, if you think I’d ever kick you out, you don’t know me as well as I thought you did,” I murmur, and she turns to kiss me.
I slide my fingers through her soft hair, gently pulling her closer to me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how good her mouth feels on mine.
Forcing myself to pull back, I lead her towards the bed. “Are you hungry?” I ask, gesturing to the basket in front of us.
“I think dinner can wait,” she whispers, sitting down on the bed and moving the basket to the floor before leaning over to pull me down on top of her. “I want something else first.”
I laugh, slipping my arm around her and turning us so that she’s on top of me.
“Oh, is that right?” I ask, slowly sliding my hands up her sides under her sweatshirt.
“Yep,” she says, dropping her head to whisper in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, Cowboy. I’ve spent all day thinking about how much I missed your cock.”
As always, her dirty words light a fire under me, and I hurry to rip her sweatshirt off over her head.
“Is my girl feeling needy?” I ask, groaning at the sight of the light blue lace bra she’s wearing. Under the glow of the twinkle lights, I can just see her perk nipples through the light fabric, and I lean in to suck one in my mouth.
She moans on top of me, rolling her hips against my cock. “Colton, please. I promise, you can take your time later. Right now, I need you inside me. Please, please fuck me.”
Lust rolls through me as she continues to grind against me, and I pull her mouth down to me, delivering a slow, greedy kiss as my hands trail down to tug at her leggings.
Realizing what I’m doing, she leans down and tears them down her legs, throwing them to the side of the bed before grabbing frantically for my belt.
She undoes the buckle and unbuttons my jeans, barely breaking the kiss, and she frees my cock.
She’s wearing matching blue panties, and I groan as she rubs herself against my bare cock, the texture of the thin fabric combined with the heat of her pussy making me wild.
Reaching down, I tear them off her, the thin fabric shredding in my hands as I lift her, getting ready to line her up on my cock.
“Colton Harris, you owe me a pair of panties,” she whines, but I can tell by the desire in her eyes that she doesn’t care that much about the fabric I just ruined.
“I’ll take you tomorrow and buy you the whole damn store,” I murmur. “But right now, I need to feel this tight cunt dripping for my cock.
I tease her entrance with my finger, groaning in appreciation when I find her soaked for me.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you, Darlin’?”
She rolls her hips, desperate for me to give her more as I trail my fingers up and down the inside of her leg.
“Please,” she moans, and I grab her hips and line her up to take my cock. As soon as it touches her entrance, she sinks down hard, and I whimper at the feel of her pussy gripping my cock like it was made for it.
“Damn baby, you feel so good,” I groan, pulling her down to kiss her mouth as she fucks herself on my cock.
Reaching up, I toy with her clit the way that I know drives her mad, rubbing slow circles around it as she slams herself down on my cock hard enough that her tits bounce with each motion.
It doesn’t take long before her pussy clamps down hard around my cock, and her arousal gushes out of her, covering my lap. The combination of sensations spurs on my own orgasm, and I buck my hips into her coming hard, and covering the inside of her walls with my cum.
She collapses onto my chest, my cock still firmly inside her, as she leans up to press a kiss to my lips.
“The room’s perfect,” she mumbles, her eyes closing as I hold her. After a minute, she leans back and pulls herself off my cock, and I groan at the sight of my cum running down her slim thighs.
“I can’t lie, that was a pretty good way to break in the bed,” I tease, standing and grabbing her hand. “Now, let’s take a shower, and afterwards I’m getting a taste of that sweet pussy.”