29. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Brynn
S howering with Colt's soap will leave me smelling like him all day. I relax under the spray of the hot water and continue to inhale the aroma of the woodsy, peppery lather. I rinse quickly, knowing we need to get to the main house. I wrap a fluffy towel around myself and exit the bathroom to go find Colt.
Colt is completely dressed in jeans that are wearing him and a faded black cotton t-shirt that is pulled taut against his chest. His feet are bare as he is sitting on the bed with socks in his hands. "Can I have some clothes to wear over to the main house?"
Colt goes to his dresser and pulls out a t-shirt and more sweatpants. "Here ya go." He hands over the folded shirt and pants. "I can't believe I slept in as long as I did."
"I don't think I have slept that soundly in years," I say honestly as I drop the towel and pull the gray, threadbare t-shirt over my head. I hear Colt groan as the shirt falls to cover my breasts. "You alright over there, Cowboy?"
"How am I supposed to keep my control today? Now that I know what you sound like when you come, how you taste and what it feels like to slide my fingers into your hot, wet cunt." His voice deep and gravelly as he stands from the bed to retrieve his boots.
They are usually by the front door, but I am guessing since he carried me in last night, he didn't have time to place them at the door. "I guess you will have to man up and control your urges, Mr. Wright."
The man growls. He fucking growls. Then without notice, he takes two long strides to me and takes my mouth in a searing kiss. "If I don't get to touch you for hours, I am damn sure going to make our time together worthwhile." He kisses me again, deep and unhurried, before he drops to his knees and grabs my ass. His t-shirt hits the top of my thighs, he rolls it up a little with his hands and takes in my bare pussy.
"Fuck. I need to taste you again. I want more than just an appetizer on my fingers. I need the whole damn meal." Cash put his large palm under my thigh and lifts my leg over his shoulder. He places both hands back on my ass and licks one long line up the center of my pussy.
The moan that escapes my lips is salacious. I am so glad we are in the cottage, away from anyone who could overhear. "Colt." His name comes out of my mouth on a whimper. His tongue is flicking my clit in a rhythm that is making my legs shake. He tightens his grip on my ass to keep me in place while he devours me like he is famished, and I am the only thing that will nourish him.
He sucks my clit and enters two fingers in my wet pussy. The sounds he is making while he pleasures me are building my orgasm. I can feel the strong, deep pull in my belly. The tingle of what is coming races up my spine, my legs wobble and my head tips back as a rush of pure pleasure enraptures my entire body.
His tantalizing strokes continue as the sound of blood rushes through my ears, his fingers slow as my pussy still convulses around them. My legs are shaking, Colt basically keeping me upright by the grip he has on my ass. I won't be mad if I have fingerprint bruises there tomorrow.
Another long lick to clean up every drop of my orgasm and Colt pulls away. "Fuck." His eyes meet mine, him still on his knees for me. He lowers my quivering leg down from its perch on his shoulder. "You better finish getting dressed, you need to eat some breakfast."
I slip the pants on quickly and look around the side of the bed for my shoes. I quickly bend over to put my sneakers on and stand up to find Colt watching me. "Need something, Cowboy? "
"I need you to quit teasing me."
"I was just putting my shoes on." I say with a small shrug. "If you can't turn off your lizard brain for five seconds, that's not my fault." I tip my chin up to him and he kisses my lips softly. My taste lingers on him, and I clench my thighs together.
"Now who can't turn off their lizard brain?" He chuckles. "Let's go Firecracker, it's gonna be a long day."
The vibe in the main house is somber. I hate it. The ranch hands have already eaten breakfast and are already in the fields. I walk in the kitchen to find Whitney, Brooks, Blake, and Momma Ann sitting at the kitchen table. "Good morning," I say as I head for the pot of coffee.
"Well, it's about time you two show up," Whitney says, as her eyes bounce from Colt to me. "Sleep well?"
"As well as can be expected," I say with a stern look in her direction. Whitney gets up from her seat at the table and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug. "I'm sorry," she whispers in my ear. I nod and return her embrace.
When Whitney finally lets me go, I finish pouring a huge mug of coffee and start to make a plate of breakfast quiche and fresh fruit. "Oh my gosh, I truly have missed Momma Ann's cooking." I moan around a bite of sausage, onion and pepper quiche.
"So, you missed the food, and not us? That stings," Brooks says as he places a hand to his chest in mock offense .
"Well honey, I would have made you whatever you wanted to eat if you would have come for a visit," Momma Ann says as she lifts her coffee mug to her lips.
I make my way to the table, and take the chair that Whitney vacated. "Where are Callie and Millie?" I ask, looking around.
"They are out in the barn exploring the horses," Blake says. "I should probably go check on them." He stands and takes his plate to the sink and heads for the front door without another word.
Colt makes a plate and a mug of coffee and comes to sit in Blake's seat. It puts him sitting right across from me. I feel the toe of his boot tap my sneaker and it makes me smile. He may not be able to touch me, but he let me know he is here. "I guess I should eat so I can get out in the field with the guys."
"Nonsense, we expect you take the day off. The boys know what to do, Matt will be checking in with Blake throughout the day," Brooks says as he rises from his seat and goes into the kitchen to refill his coffee mug.
"When is the appointment at the funeral home?" I ask as I shovel more quiche into my mouth. It takes everything in me not to moan with each bite.
"Eleven."
"I figured you would want to go to town early so we can get you some decent clothes for the meeting," Whit says as she plops down in Brooks' vacant seat .
"Sounds good. I could use some more jeans that fit and a few t-shirts."
"And some boots. I know you are trying hard, but I also know you are itching to go for a ride."
"Pretty sure my boots are still up there in my room somewhere. I was sure to leave them here," I say, quietly.
Whit clears her throat, "I'll go look for them." She knows I don't want to step foot into my old room. Too many terrible memories from that night.
"Thanks," I say as I take my last bite of quiche and stand from the table. Colt has finished eating, and Momma Ann is now behind the kitchen counter working on lunch prep.
"You okay?" Colt asks, his voice low and smooth.
"Yes. No. Maybe. It's going to be a rough day. It's a lot. I have so many emotions swirling around inside. If there is one thing I hate, it is emotions," I say with a self-deprecating laugh.
"Well, when you get back from the funeral home, come find me." Colt winks as he stands, walks to my side of the table and looks around before quickly dropping a kiss to the top of my head.
The front screen door slams and Colt jumps back from me. "Hey brother. I was wondering where you were," Callie says as she wraps an arm around Colt's waist in a side hug. Millie jumps up and down in front of him. "I got to see your horse! Honey is so pretty."
"Did you know that Honey is actually Brynn's horse?" Colt asks as he picks Millie up in his big strong arms.
Millie's eyes go wide as she peers in my direction. "Oh my goodness. She is so pretty. Mr. Blake said that I probably wouldn't be able to ride her. She tried to eat his hat!" She exclaims, tossing her hands around animatedly.
"Oh goodness. Honey doesn't like a lot of people. Actually, I think Colt is the only other person she tolerates," I say with a laugh.
"Interesting," Callie singsongs as she takes Millie from Colt's grasp and tells her to go wash her hands.
"I found your boots, but um. Yeah, you are gonna want some new ones. I would definitely not put my foot in them," Whitney says as she hits the last step and holds up a dusty, worn-out pair of riding boots. "I think these belong in the trash. Let's go shopping!"
I take my plate to the kitchen, then Whit and I head to her car. "Do you just want to go to the CC Feed Factory? They still have jeans and boots. There is also a cute little boutique called Linen and Lace; we could go there too. I bet they will have a dress to wear to the funeral."
"I am guessing it would take too long to order something, so I guess I will have to make do with what is available." I lean against the headrest, the green pastures flying by out the window as Whitney drives to town .
"Can I ask you something and you not reach out and dead leg me?" Whitney asks as she peers over her sunglasses at me.
"I make no promises," I say with a grin.
"Are you ever going to tell your brothers what happened the night before you left?" I see her hands tighten on the steering wheel.
"No."
"I think you need to. Especially now. Do you realize they think you left because they weren't enough for you to stay?"
"How do you know that?" I ask, looking out the window, not having the courage to glance in her direction.
"Because we have talked about it. In the couple of days following your hasty departure, no one knew the answer. Their conclusions left them to think they weren't good enough for you to stay. They thought you ran off as soon as you could to get away from them. The amount of therapy Brooks went through to come to terms that you weren't coming back was monumental."
That shocks me, "Brooks went to therapy?"
Whitney shakes her head yes. "They all three did. Can you imagine how heartbroken your father had to be to go to therapy because he felt like it was his fault that his own daughter abandoned him, just like his wife?"
A tear slips out and runs down my cheek at the thought of my father thinking I abandoned him, and now it is too late to tell him the reason I couldn't stay. "I fucked up," I sob. "And now I can't fix it. He will never know. He left this world thinking he was the reason. He left thinking his only daughter was just like his wife. FUCK!" I cradle my head in my hands and sob.
I am so angry at myself for shattering what my mother had already broken.
"Now is the time to tell them, you know this town. The funeral will be full of nosey bitches who want to know why you never returned until now. If your brothers know, they can have your back through it all. It's time B." Whitney lays her hand on my leg and squeezes. "I know it will be hard, and I will be right beside you."
I lift my head and notice we are in the feed store parking lot. I didn't even realize we had stopped driving. "I never meant for them to feel that way. I had no idea they took my leaving so hard."
"Brynn, they love you. All those men wanted to do was protect you and keep you happy. You never even gave them the chance."
"I know. I just. I thought it was the only way to get over it."
"Are you over it?" Whitney asks with a raise of her perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"Yes and no. Therapy has helped me tremendously but being here, it has all those feelings coming back. "
"I understand, and your brothers need to understand that, too. But if you don't share with them, they'll never understand."
I nod my head and take a deep inhale, I know she is right. "Okay, let's go get some jeans and boots before we have to be at the funeral home." I take another long inhale and let it out slowly, check my face in the mirror on the visor and decide it's as good as it's gonna get.