by Bella Jewel
Rhett pulls me back, looking down at me. “You hurt?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Fuck, anything could have happened to you out there. Where is Emily? How do you know she killed Taj?”
“We figured it out,” I tell him. “It was an accident, but she didn’t want to go to prison. She is planning to make a run for it. I don’t know where she went.”
“She won’t get far, don’t you worry about that,” Rhett mutters, turning towards Madden. “Load the horses up, find her.”
Madden nods, and the guys all turn and disappear out of sight.
“You hurt?” Rhett asks Kara.
She shakes her head. “No thanks to brave little Lei here. There were wolves out there, so we climbed a tree. Then she sat there all night so I could sleep. She’s a god damned warrior.”
I smile at my best friend.
Rhett pulls me in close. “Thank fuck that didn’t end how I thought it did.”
“I’m not that easy to get rid of,” I say, smiling up at him.
Kara laughs, shaking her head.
“Hey,” I say to her, and her eyes move to mine. “We solved a murder.”
She grins, big. “Hell yes we did.”
Rhett chuckles. “Don’t give up your day jobs, ladies.”
I thump him.
Detective Lei.
Yeah, I go alright.
Alright, indeed.
FOUR WEEKS LATER
“Fuck,” I moan, arching my back as Rhett devours my pussy.
His tongue does wicked things, his fingers even more so. He’s between my legs, I’m on the kitchen bench, and anyone would think he hasn’t had a taste of a woman for years the way he’s murdering me with his mouth.
I mean, it has been two weeks since we’ve seen each other.
After we found out what Emily did, we called the police. Madden and the guys managed to find her just on the edge of the ranch, heading towards the road. She had nearly made it when they apprehended her. The police came and collected her, and she confessed to killing Taj. The media had a field day with it, and Taj’s family personally thanked us for not giving up on him.
I still felt really bad when I saw she was going to prison, because I know deep down she really is a good person who just did a bad thing. Still, she has to do her time for that and I have no doubt that when she’s out, she’ll find her way back into the world. I make a note to go and visit her when things die down, if she’ll see me of course.
She was my friend, after all.
We thought it would cause damage to the retreat, but after news broke that Emily had done it, and there had been a murder on the property and that the murder barn was still standing – Rhett’s idea, not mine – the bookings went crazy. I mean crazy. People want to come and stay at the legendary place, they want to be part of the mysterious ranch. What we thought would cause damage, has only made business boom.
The guys are going to have their hands full for years to come.
I went home, and in that time, Rhett called me numerous times a day just to talk to me. Our relationship bloomed, and I felt lost without him, so quickly returned to the ranch where he said he’d give me a job to help run the retreat. It meant giving up the orchestra, but after Emily was arrested, things didn’t feel the same. I don’t belong there anymore. So, I was more than happy to come and change my life here, and judging by the way Rhett’s devouring me, I would say my decision was a good one.
“God, yes,” I cry out, gripping the benches as an orgasm washes over me.
Rhett pulls his mouth from my depths, looking up at me with hungry eyes. “I’ve got ten minutes to fuck you, I’ve been waitin’ too long.”
He stands, jerking his jeans down and taking my hips, pulling me towards him as he sinks into me. I moan, satisfied in so many ways as he fills and stretches me. His growls only make it that much better. He reaches down, pulling me up so I can wrap my arms around his neck. He keeps me just on the edge of the counter, so he can fuck me with a ferocity I’ve missed.
No amount of phone sex could make up for how damned good this feels.
“Fuck I’ve missed you,” I moan into his mouth as he fucks me, slow and steady at first, until frenzy finally takes over.
“Me too, baby.”
He makes me cum in a matter of minutes, and soon after he finds his release inside me. I bury my face into his shoulder, breathing him in, forgetting just how much I love his smell. He slows down until finally, he slips out of me. He helps me clean up, then lifts me off the bench and pulls my dress down just in time to hear Enzo call out. “They’re here.”
I look to him, cheeks rosy, big grin on my face.
My first retreat is about to begin.
This time, I get to help run it.
I get to help create the once in a lifetime experience for the next group of people.
“Why do you look so fuckin’ excited?” Rhett asks me, leaning down and brushing his lips over mine.
“Because I get to run a retreat. I can’t wait.”
“It’s harder than it looks, believe me.”
“I know, but it’s going to be so much fun. What group have we got? You didn’t even tell me.”
He takes my hand, leading me out the front of the house as all the guys walk up the stairs and line up, just like they did when it was our bus rolling down that old dusty driveway a few months ago. My heart hammers against my chest with anticipation and it takes everything in me not to jump up and down.
I don’t take my eyes off the bus as it stops, and the door opens with a hiss.
I can’t wait to see who we have on board.
Until one of them steps into the line of sight, a bottle of vodka in her hand, her red hair piled on top of her head. She waves the bottle in the air and shouts, “I’m free, bitches.” And then falls right out of the bus and onto the ground, landing flat on her face. I blink, and I thought my entrance was classy, that one takes the cake. “What the hell did you organize here, Rhett?” I ask, looking at him.
He stares at the woman on the ground. “Moms.”
Moms?
Mothers?
These are mothers?
They have children?
They’re raising life forms?
Oh boy.
“Moms?” I ask, blinking as the woman pushes to her feet and the other women pile out behind her, all of them clearly drunk.
They’re stumbling, laughing, singing and completely out of it. They have enjoyed every second of their journey so far, that much is clear. They range in age, by the looks of it, some of them appearing to be in their thirties while others look to be in their twenties still. They are an absolute wreck when they get off the bus, I can only imagine what their month out here is going to be like.
I wonder what their husbands/boyfriends at home are thinking right now?
If I were them, I’d be scared.
Oh my, I’d be terrified.
Did they read the papers before sending their women here? They’ve seen the pictures of the guys, right? Surely they’ve seen the pictures?
“Yep,” Rhett answers. “They paid extra to get in sooner. They needed a break. Guess parenting is a tough gig. I wasn’t about to say no to extra cash.”
“They’re drunk.”
He grins. “Yep.”
“That one just...oh...she’s vomiting.”
One of the moms rushes around behind the bus where she proceeds to vomit, her friend going over to hold her hair up.
My word.
My word indeed.
“Yep.”
“My god, what have you gotten us into?”
He puts an arm around my shoulder, and we watch as one of the women begins walking towards us. She’s seemingly the most sober out of them all, and she’s ridiculously cute. She’s probably twenty-four, maybe twenty-five, definitely a young mom. She’s got this pile of sandy blond hair on the top of her head and her eyes are as blue as the sky. She’s got the biggest dimples I’ve ever see
n and a curvy body with jeans that hug her backside in a way that has all the men zeroing in on her.
She’s adorable and the kind of mom you would want in your life. You can just see she’s the fun mom, the one who hikes with you and dances when you’re in the kitchen. The kind of mom you know will grow with you as you age, and always keep up with the times. Still, she’s so young and I wonder why she chose to become a mom so early in life? All these questions I can’t wait to get the answers to.
“Who’s in charge here?” she asks, a bottle of beer in her hand as she scans the group of men on the patio. “Is it you, gorgeous?”
She looks up to Enzo, who grins down at her. “It can be – I can be whatever you need me to be with the amount you paid.”
She smiles at him, walking closer and stretching her hands up onto the patio railing, going up on her tiptoes to get a closer look. “What’s your name?”
“Lorenzo, but you can call me Enzo. What’s yours, darlin’?”
“Juniper, but you can call me whatever the hell you want.”
He grins down at her. “I’ll make note of that.”
She grins right back up at him. “You do that, daddy, and I think we’ll get along just fine.”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Did she just call him daddy?
Right here in front of everyone?
So effortlessly?
Damn, girl is confident as hell.
I look to Rhett, and he chuckles. “She just called him daddy.”
“Yeah, baby, she did.”
I’m shocked.
These women...they’re a mess. An absolute mess.
What the hell are we supposed to do with them for a month? Sober them up? By the looks of it, that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. This isn’t a retreat for them, it’s a damned child free party.
I can’t help but grin, because I know they’re going to be something else.
Oh, yes. Something else entirely.
I just can’t find the words for it.
“They’re...they’re...”
Rhett laughs and squeezes me close, brushing his lips against my cheek. “I hear you, baby. Welcome to Camp Hot Mess.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
THE END
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