22. Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Colt
A fter stuffing my face full of taco salad, I take Mille and Callie to my cottage and show them around. I am going to let them decide if they want to stay with me or in the main house with Brynn.
"Why didn't you tell me you got promoted to foreman? Blake was really singing your praises while we were talking in the living room."
"It just hadn't come up; it's not a big deal." I open the door to the cottage. "Home sweet home."
Callie and Millie walk in and look around. "This place looks great. Are you liking being out of the bunkhouse?"
"Yes. You know I have always loved having my own space, it has been a nice adjustment." I walk into the small kitchen and grab a beer from the refrigerator. Want something to drink?"
"No, I'm good," Callie says as she sits down on the sofa.
"Momma, is this where I get to stay?" Millie asks as she plops on the sofa beside her mom .
"You two can decide if you want to stay here or if you want to stay in the main house."
"Who lives in the main house?" Millie asks, her bright eyes the same shade as mine.
"George Rutherford, the man that owns the ranch and his daughter is here visiting. They are the only two that stay in the main house." I take another swig of cold beer.
"Brynn?" Millie asks.
"Yes, Brynn is George's daughter."
"Can I see the room I would stay in here?"
"Sure thing, kiddo. Follow me." I walk down the short hallway, pointing out the bathroom as I go. "This would be the room you and your mom will stay in."
"It's not very pretty," she says with a frown.
"Millie Lee Atwood, you better not be ungrateful," Callie says in a stern voice as she joins us in the bedroom.
"Sorry Momma," Millie starts to walk back into the living room.
"You are welcome to stay in the main house. Brynn said you could each have your own rooms," I tell Callie as she looks over the full-sized bed and small dresser in the spare room.
"I think it might be best to give Millie her own space for now, it is just temporary."
My cell starts to ring, and I pull it out of my pocket to see Blake calling. "Hey, man." I listen to him speak for a few before he hangs up. "Seems the sheriff is finally here. We need to go back up to the main house."
"Millie, get your tablet and let's go back to the main house."
"YES!" She squeals enthusiastically.
Callie laughs and we all head back out to the truck and to the main house.
When we get to the main house, Millie notices the sheriff's car. "Are we in trouble? Is Daddy here?" Her voice is shaking and laced with fear.
I turn to look at her, "No baby. You are safe. The sheriff just wants to help us keep you safe."
"Okay," she whispers.
We pile out of the truck and make our way up the steps to the main house. Blake greets us at the door, "C'mon in. He is in the living room."
We settle into the living room, and I look around for Brynn, but don't see her or Whitney.
"Hello, I am Sheriff Carter. You can call me Shane. I hear we might need to check for tracking devices on your car."
"Yes, just one moment please," Callie says. She turns to Millie, "Put your headphones on and watch your movie, baby girl."
"Okay Momma," Millie says as she puts on her headphones.
"I am recently divorced, it turned nasty. I have a protective order against him for myself and Millie. He has been following me around our hometown, threatening me and a couple of days ago, he physically assaulted me."
"Have you reported the assault?"
"No. I started to pack up my things, quit my job, and came here to my brother," Callie says as she motions in my direction.
"Do you have bruises or injuries sustained from the assault?"
"Yes. On my chest, torso, back and arms."
"Do you mind if I call a female officer to come and take pictures of the injuries?"
"Okay," Callie nods, wringing her hands.
Sheriff Carter pulls out his cell phone and types something quickly. "I have a female officer on the way to make the report for you. She will need to be thorough and take photos."
"Okay. Whatever needs to be done."
"Where is the car you need to be checked for tracking? Do you have a smart phone?"
"By the barn, and yes I have a smart phone. I would also like you to check for any tracking on my daughters' tablet."
"Of course. Blake if you could show me to the car, I will take a look at it first."
"Sure thing," Blake says as Sheriff Carter follows him out the door.
I start to relax in the chair I am sitting in when I hear Brynn and Whitney coming down the stairs .
"Ya never know. He always has that big dick energy. Maybe he can use his cuffs."
My blood boils in my body. Is Whitney trying to convince Brynn to be with Sheriff Carter?
"I don't think I could do that. We have been friends for such a long time. That would be like you sleeping with my brother." Brynn makes a gagging noise, and Whitney laughs.
"I mean you seem pretty hard up; I was just offering a solution while you are in town," Whit says, her tone serious.
"I am not having sex with the sheriff," Brynn hisses. "Keep your voice down, this is my dad's house."
"Okay, then what about Colt?"
My ears perk up. God, I hope they don't come in here. I want to hear her answer more than I want my next meal.
"Colt?" Brynn scoffs.
Ouch .
"Oh whatever. I have seen the way you check him out. Your eyes are on his ass more than anywhere else when he is around you," Whitney says. "I think it would be good for you. Hell, it would be good for both of you. He could stand to loosen up a little. Maybe a roll in the hay will help him do that."
"Pretty sure that man can't stand me. I highly doubt he is going to let me ride him like a prized bull," Brynn says.
Holy fuck. That wasn't a no. Now I am thinking of all kinds of scenarios in my head. Brynn on top, my hat on her head. Her tits bouncing in my face as I thumb her clit. Her silky cinnamon-colored hair splayed out on my pillow as I move inside her. The sounds and little whimpers she might make when I hit that golden spot deep inside.
"Colt?" Blake says my name as if he is waiting for an answer.
"Sorry, what?" I ask as I cross my foot over my knee, hoping to hide my growing erection.
"I asked if you wanted to see the tracker he found on her car."
"Fuck. Is she okay?" I stand from my chair and go to the front porch, where I find Callie in tears.
I sit down beside her and pull her into my arms, careful not to hit her bruises. "It's okay Cal. You are safe here. I promise."
Blake and Brooks are both talking to Sheriff Carter when a police cruiser pulls up and a female officer gets out.
"Officer Landry, glad you could come out on such short notice. I have an assault I need you to take care of. The victim is female and will need to be photographed," Sheriff Carter says, as he greets the female officer.
I see them both walking toward us and Callie starts to cry harder. "You don't have to do this if you don't want," I whisper as sobs take over her body.
"No. I need too. He needs to pay for what he has done. I don't want him to be able to hurt anyone else," Callie says as she stands and introduces herself to Officer Landry .
"Let's go inside and we can find a private place to do the exam and photos." Officer Landry has a calm, and reassuring voice.
We all walk into the house and find Brynn and Whitney playing with Millie. They all three look up and see us approaching.
"Mommy is going to go talk to this nice police officer. Can you stay here and play with Uncle Colt?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Would you like someone else there with you? Maybe for moral support?" Officer Landry asks Callie.
Callie looks around and I know she won't feel comfortable for me to be in the room, I don't really think I could handle seeing my sister battered and bruised.
Brynn steps up, "If you want someone else in the room, I will be happy to be there for you," she whispers to my sister.
Callie's tears come back, and she nods. The three of them climb up the stairs and I try to keep my niece occupied while Sheriff Carter looks over her tablet.