Crazy Heifer

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  “What’s Hell and what’s hell?” I wondered.

  “It’s either super-hot or super fuckin’ cold. There is no in between. There isn’t even a grace period. No joke.” He smiled. “Pick your poison.”

  “Hot,” I answered easily.

  He rolled his eyes. “How did I know that you were going to choose that one?”

  “Because you already complain about the hotness of my showers, and refuse to get into them with me if I’m not agreeing with you on a temperature,” I teased.

  That was totally true, too.

  The man really did refuse to get into the showers with me.

  Though, that was one concession I was willing to make for him.

  He didn’t have to take showers with me. I was okay with that. I knew that we weren’t going to love all of the same things. And so hot showers weren’t his thing. There were many other things that I loved that were his thing, fortunately.

  “Hot it is.” He cranked on the shower.

  And he was right.

  It wasn’t cold at first. It was hot. So. Fucking. Hot.

  I. Fucking. Loved it.

  “You would enjoy this,” he said through gritted teeth.

  Despite his pain, or what he perceived as pain, his erection was still going strong.

  “Who the hell uses White Rain shampoo and conditioner anymore?” I said, turning around and reaching high for the bottle of shampoo that was on the top railing of the small shower.

  “Men who have to pay for the shit and don’t see a reason to pay any more than ninety-nine cents per bottle,” he teased, his hand going down to rub my ass.

  I grinned and came back down with the bottle, unsurprised that now his cock was perfectly aimed at my ass crack.

  “Do you think,” he said softly. “That we should do this in here so we don’t make a mess?”

  I grinned and opened the conditioner bottle, smelling the coconut scent before squirting a copious amount into the palm of my hand.

  “Jesus,” he muttered. “Are you really going to use all of that?”

  I wiggled my hips and grinned when he growled low under his breath.

  “Yes,” I said, going up onto my tippy toes so that his cock had a better angle on my lower half. “It needs to be thoroughly drenched in it. That’s how it gets so soft and shiny.”

  He muttered something underneath his breath and then shifted me a little so that his cock was now poised at my entrance.

  I shifted slightly again, this time backward, and groaned at the feeling of his cockhead breaching my pussy.

  “Come inside of me,” I ordered. “Hurry.”

  I was now in need, and there was no denying that.

  So, apparently, was he.

  In short stabs, he speared his cock into my pussy, not stopping until I was full of him and he was buried all the way inside.

  I groaned and pressed my forehead to the shower stall, wondering idly if he still felt the heat of the spray or if he’d forgotten it was so hot.

  But then he started to move inside of me in short, shallow strokes. Unfortunately, the width of the shower kept him from pulling all the way out. It also hindered both of our movements.

  When a cramp started to form in my thigh, I gasped and dropped off of my tiptoes, going flat-footed and completely changing the angle of his thrusts.

  He growled and pulled out, then spun me around until I was facing him.

  I grinned when I saw the purple hue of his cock as he wasted no time picking me up by the hips and wrapping my legs around him.

  Seconds later, I was once again full of him, and I was staring him in the eyes.

  The water pounded against his back, but he paid it no mind as he slowly worked me up and down on his cock, his hips moving in a hypnotizing rhythm as he filled me full.

  My breasts rubbed delightfully against his rock-hard chest, dragging deliciously against the hair and sinewy muscle with each thrust and jerk.

  “Fuck,” he said. “I’m close.”

  I wasn’t. And he read it on my face, too.

  I was enjoying the ride too much for it to end now.

  But apparently Callum was of a different mindset.

  He wanted to take me, hard and fast, and he wanted me to go with him whether I wanted it to go slow or not.

  Grinning, he brought one hand from my hip and circled it around, honing in on that little bundle of nerves.

  Seconds later, he pressed against it, and my entire being lit up like a firecracker breaking up a pitch-black sky.

  My breath left me, and my heart started to hammer.

  “Callum,” I gasped. “Callum…”

  He groaned when I started to clench around him.

  The things that I was trying to push back, trying to keep at bay for long enough to really enjoy having Callum fill me, started to break through my control.

  I dug my nails into Callum’s back, dropping my head to his shoulder as I bit down on the cord of his neck.

  He bucked hard, and suddenly there was no holding anything back. Not even when I tried.

  I came, and I came hard.

  Lights burst behind my closed eyelids, and a scream left my throat.

  I was fairly sure I’d broken the skin on Callum’s neck, too, but he didn’t stop pumping into me, and I didn’t let up.

  Not until long moments later when my orgasm subsided and Callum was jerking inside of me uncontrollably.

  “Fuck,” he growled, pumping one last time and coming to a stop.

  I grinned and opened my eyes, only for them to start stinging as the conditioner made its way into my eyes.

  “Owww!” I cried. “Oww, owww.”

  He grinned and stepped slightly to the side, allowing the spray to hit me directly in the face.

  He laughed as I rubbed my eyes and whined.

  Laughed even more when I playfully socked him in the stomach.

  “This isn’t funny,” I said, finally able to open my eyes and glare at him.

  He wasn’t even paying attention to my annoyance seeing as he was busy reaching for the conditioner himself.

  Rolling my eyes, I glanced down to see his release running down the length of my leg, heading straight for the drain.

  A pang of need hit me then, and for the first time in a while, I thought about what it would be like to have kids. What it would be like to have Callum’s kids.

  I’d never once thought about having kids with Mal, at least not while we were married. When we were still dating, I’d thought about it lots of times.

  But the feeling as I watched the water carry his release down the drain? It made me sad that I couldn’t put it to use.

  That I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant since I was on the shot.

  “What are you thinking about so hard?” Callum asked.

  I swallowed and looked up at him.

  “You want kids?” I wondered.

  He froze with his hand in his hair as he washed the conditioner free.

  “Do you?” he shot back.

  I closed my eyes and turned my face slightly away to escape the water that was bouncing off his chest and splashing in my face.

  In doing so, I inadvertently caused my face to turn away from Callum, and he did not like that.

  Turning my face back toward him, he held onto my chin and said, “Do you?”

  I grinned. “Yeah.”

  It was a simple word, but it felt like it was ripped from my soul.

  “That’s a bad thing, you wanting kids?” he asked.

  I thought about that for a long moment, then shook my head. “No. Not a bad thing…just not something you normally discuss with a new relationship.”

  “It is when both of us aren’t young kids and we’re doing this relationship thing with the intent of it going further than just ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend.’”

  I felt my lips turn up into a small smile.

  “I want kids,” I adm
itted. “I want a lot of them. I want them to grow up in a crazy house with their family around. I want to do it where they can run and be free. Where they’re allowed to be kids. I want a father that’s willing to go to baseball practices and gymnastics. One that would literally stop what they’re doing to take care of a skinned knee instead of telling me to ‘get over it’ and going on about his business.”

  “That sounds like you’re pretty sure of what you want,” he said softly. “Why do I get the feeling that that stemmed from something I don’t know about.”

  My smile died. “I don’t talk about my parents much.”

  He moved so that the water was spraying his back and not his chest, then wrapped his arms around me.

  “Let’s get out of this shower and go lay down,” he said. “I want to talk to you about this, but I also don’t want my back to sustain second-degree burns while we do.”

  I chuckled and turned so that he could reach the knobs and exited the shower.

  I gasped when the cool air met my overheated skin.

  Callum bailed out of the shower moments later and waited patiently for me to dry myself off with the only towel.

  “I have a couple of t-shirts in there.” He pointed at a plastic tub. “But make sure you grab out of the bag labeled ‘Callum.’ I might have to kick my brothers’ asses on general principle when I see them next if you happen to grab one of theirs.”

  I snickered and did as he asked, unearthing a t-shirt that said ‘Kilgore Bulldogs’ on it and slipping it on without another word. He hummed when he saw me in it.

  “I’m honestly not even sure that would fit me anymore,” he said. “I should’ve probably retired it a long time ago.”

  I rubbed my hand up and down the length of the t-shirt. It was one of those ones that looked like it’d been worn and washed so many times that it was ‘fake retro.’ The way that t-shirt companies distressed a t-shirt to make it look older than it really was.

  “I like it,” I admitted. “You have pants in there?”

  He shook his head and pulled out the bag labeled ‘Banks,’ then tugged some sweatpants free.

  “No, but these will do,” he admitted. “I’m gonna run down and check on her. Be right back.”

  While he was gone, I crawled into the bed and made myself comfortable, hoping that tomorrow morning we’d wake up and Star would be okay. That she’d be better than she was today.

  And, when he came back a while later with a hopeful smile on his face, I was instantly put a little more at ease.

  “She’s moving around,” he said. “A little more energy. Not much, but definitely better than she was. I even got her to take a few more mouthfuls of your mash.”

  I scooted over and patted the bed, using my arm as a pillow.

  He got into the bed and pulled the single sheet up over our bodies, pulling me into his chest and resting his head on the single pillow.

  “Now tell me more about your parents,” he ordered. “I feel like I’ve allowed you not to talk about them for long enough.”

  I laughed softly under my breath and curled myself farther into his warm body.

  “My parents are okay parents,” I admitted. “My dad is a preacher and my mom’s a typical preacher’s wife. The only problem is that none of them paid much attention to me growing up. I just… I don’t want that for my kids.”

  I thought about how much time my parents had spent with me when I was growing up. My mom had spent more than the average mom seeing as she stayed at home. My dad? Not so much.

  “What else did they do that bothered you?” he asked curiously.

  I snorted. “What makes you think there was anything?”

  “Because if something had happened to me like Mal, I’d have gone home. I’d have left this place behind and never looked back. You didn’t. You made it work here. You stayed because of Malloy, didn’t you?”

  I had.

  “Yes,” I said simply. “Malloy was more of a father to me than my own was. And my mom? She still works. Still ignores everything and everyone that doesn’t have to do with her or her immediate surroundings. I’m fairly sure that my father and her don’t even talk to each other at this point.”

  I hated that for her. I hated it a lot.

  “We’re just real winners when it comes to the family department, aren’t we?” I rumbled.

  She patted my belly.

  “I was hoping one day, when I finally had kids, that Malloy would be there to show them what a grandfather was,” she whispered. “Now… when we have kids? We’re going to have no grandparents around at all.”

  The sadness in my voice had him frowning. But I saw what his face did at the mention of us having kids. Elation, pure and simple. Knowing that I planned on having his babies? Well, that just filled him with joy.

  It was a surreal feeling.

  “I like that you’re thinking about having my kids,” he confirmed my suspicions. “Hate that our kids won’t have that, but love that you’re thinking about our kids.”

  I ran my fingernails up and down the length of his belly, and he closed his eyes as he sank even farther into the mattress.

  “I want to have babies. Your babies. Lots of them,” I whispered. “I want girls with your hair and boys with your eyes. I want to watch you teach them how to ride. I want to walk into the house after a long day at the bakery, and I want to see them running around with Codie and Ace’s kids. Banks and Candy’s.”

  He burst out laughing. “Banks and Candy’s kids probably won’t happen.”

  I made a noise in the back of my throat. “Oh, it’ll happen.”

  “What makes you say that?” He asked curiously.

  “The fact that I watched Banks when I talked about Candy, and I could see the longing in his eyes,” I answered. “It’s going to happen.”

  He patted my ass. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

  I pressed a kiss to his pectoral, and curled in even closer to him.

  “You can bet your bottom dollar on it,” I murmured. “And I’ll feel Candy out tomorrow when I meet with her.”

  He pinched my bottom. “Go to sleep, baby.”

  I did, but only after I said, very softly so he almost didn’t hear, “I love you.”

  ***

  She lived. I’d gotten up twice in the night to check on her and eventually was able to feed her the rest of my concoction.

  Not only did she live, but the next morning when Callum and I came out of the hayloft, she was on her feet and her new baby foal was feeding.

  Honestly, she looked like nothing had happened to her at all.

  “Hot damn.” Callum grinned wickedly. “Your pile of shit saved her.”

  I whacked him on his chest and gestured to the front of the barn.

  “I’m going to head back to the house really quick before I go make breakfast. Any special requests today?” I asked sweetly.

  He pulled me in and laid a hot, wet kiss onto my lips before slapping my ass. “Something light.”

  Chapter 14

  I do what I want, when I want, where I want. As long as I do it before eight, because that’s my bedtime.

  -Desi’s secret thoughts

  Desi

  We sat staring at each other for a full ten seconds.

  In that ten seconds, we took each other’s measure.

  Candy Ray Sunshine didn’t look like a Candy Ray Sunshine. I don’t know what I expected, to be honest. A hippie, for sure. I mean, I knew that she had a farm, and what I’d heard from Callum, she made her own soap using goat’s milk, spun her own yarn using her sheep’s wool. Hell, she even owned llamas at one point in time before she’d sold them. If that didn’t scream hippie, I didn’t know what did.

  But the woman that came through the door wasn’t a hippie, not by a long shot.

  She was tall, well over my height of five-foot-six. If I had to take a guess, I would say at least five-foot-ten, if not more. Her hair was long,
sure, but it definitely wasn’t unruly. It was a sleek sheet of black down her back. It was so freakin’ glossy that it could definitely be used in hair commercials.

  ‘Maybe it’s Maybelline’ practically screeched away in my head.

  Her eyes were a pale, pale gray. And her skin tone was on the darker side, as if she was of mixed heritage.

  She was dressed in dark denim jeans, black knee-high boots, and the cutest little blank tank top I’d ever seen.

  Then again, women with proportional bodies like Candy definitely had the ability to pull an outfit like that off.

  I, on the other hand, couldn’t. Not even if I tried.

  We were both standing in the empty shop, both staring at each other, and I knew she was looking at me just as I’d looked at her.

  I was dressed in a tight compression tank top to keep ol’ Fred and Ethyl, aka my big ol’ breasts that refused to go down any at all, contained.

  My tight workout leggings in a shade of plum were stained with sweat, and I was fairly sure my hair was a rat’s nest at best. My cheeks were still flushed, and I could feel the start of tears forming in my eyes.

  “I want you!” I blurted.

  Candy blinked, then grinned such a large, disarming smile that I wasn’t ready for it.

  “You’ll be perfect!” I cried. “You look so professional and shit! Gosh, I can’t believe I waited so long to meet you!”

  Candy’s smile got even wider, if that was even possible. And Jesus, her perfectly white straight teeth were blinding.

  “You’re really pretty,” she blurted. “Holy cow!”

  I blinked at the comment.

  “Ummm,” I hesitated. “Are you sure you’re not seeing your reflection in the sweat on my cheeks?”

  She snickered. “I’d kill for your body.”

  I shook my head. “I’m delusional.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Come on, don’t lie. You know you have the body that every man would salivate over. It’s no wonder Callum couldn’t stop talking about you when he brought Fern back.”

  “Fern?” I asked.

  “The donkey,” she said. “The one that was the reason he got hurt. How’s he doing, by the way?”

  I shook my head. “He’s fine. Actually, he’s put a lot of muscle on since he hasn’t been able to run as much. His abs…”