Crazy Heifer

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  She held up her hand. “Don’t even go there. When I think of Callum, I think of him.”

  Sensing it was best not to broach that particular subject, I brought her inside and gestured to the table that was set up in the middle of the room.

  “Come sit. Let’s talk. Did you bring coffee?” I wondered.

  “Yes.” She pulled her large bag open and produced a Tupperware of coffee beans.

  “I just need to get a plug. Normally I would do this a different way, but I’ll just grind these with the grinder really quick and do it the quick and dirty way. That way you can taste the possibilities.”

  I showed her to the plug at the back of the room.

  “This is where I think I’ll be putting a counter for the register and stuff. Behind us will be another stainless-steel counter for a workspace. And beside the register, I’ll put the display cases for the cakes and stuff. Back in the back, I’ll have my baking area. You can use whatever portion of the space for what you need. I’m totally open to what you want to do here. And if you have any suggestions, please feel free to offer them. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never worked in retail either. So, it’s really weird to be offering suggestions when I don’t know the best way to work on this stuff.”

  Candy grinned. “I think we can make it work. I have a few suggestions, but what you’ve laid out so far will work just fine, I think.”

  “Have you…” Before I could finish my sentence, the door to the almost bakery/coffee shop opened and Callum strolled in.

  His eyes were rapt as they landed on me, and the grin that spread across his dusty face was nothing short of spectacular.

  “Baby,” he said as he made his way toward me. “Good day?”

  Before I could answer, his mouth was on mine.

  I kissed him back, because who in their right mind wouldn’t kiss Callum Valentine back?

  It wasn’t a short time later that he finally pulled away.

  “Yes,” I breathed against his mouth. “It was a good day. You just made it better, though.”

  Winking at me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, then pulled me into his chest as he turned to look at Candy.

  “Candy.” Callum nodded cordially. “How ya’ doin’?”

  Candy looked stricken for a few seconds, but then she composed herself and said, “I’m well, Callum. Thank you.”

  I felt something twinge in my chest at seeing the hurt that’d flashed there for a few seconds before she’d masked it.

  Callum must’ve seen it too because he gave me a squeeze. “You got anything tasty back in the back?”

  I rolled my eyes, trying to give Candy a few moments to compose herself.

  “Yes,” I answered. “I brought some cakes. And Candy’s taking over the coffee. We’ll have to make do with this table, though. I don’t have any chairs, unfortunately.”

  “I saw a concept at a rodeo not long ago…” Candy said. “They had bar-height tables all over and no chairs. That way it invites them to eat, drink their coffee, eat their pastries, but they don’t actually want to stay too long. You know?”

  “That’s actually a damn good idea,” Callum agreed. “I know that a lot of people go to coffee places and stay for fuckin’ hours. It’s not too bad if they’re actually buying something over the course of that time, but I’m sure they’re going to be a one and done type thing.”

  “Yes,” I nodded. “I think your idea would be great. Pair the two of y’all’s ideas together and that should be perfect. But, just sayin’, that part won’t affect me at all. In case of emergencies, I’ll definitely help when needed, but for the most part, I’ll be in here to bake, stock the shelves, and do my cake business on the side. That’s it. I don’t want to run the business at all. Which is where you’ll come in.”

  She nodded once.

  “I also propose that I pay rent. You keep your proceeds. I keep mine. We’ll split utilities,” Candy said matter-of-factly.

  Callum nodded as if he agreed with that assessment.

  “Okay.” She clapped. “Let me get started on this coff—”

  That was when Banks walked in the door and everything went deathly still.

  Candy stiffened.

  I blinked and took a step back at the sudden tension that I could almost palpate permeating the air, and Callum dropped his mouth to my ear and whispered into it.

  “There ain’t no way that’s happening.”

  I squeezed his thigh and turned my head up as I said, “Oh, baby. It so is.”

  ***

  “Your brother and Candy Cane—I’m sorry, Candy—have big ol’ crushes on each other,” I said to the man who was washing the dust out of his hair.

  Before I stepped fully into the shower, I made sure to grab two towels for the both of us.

  “I don’t know,” he admitted as he washed the shampoo from his eyes. “But I do know if they involve me in their petty disputes, or you for that matter, I’m going to be pissed.”

  When he opened his eyes, he found me standing straight in front of him. He grinned and pulled me closer, his hard cock pressing against my belly the moment I was close enough.

  “You’re so sweet, always looking out for me,” I teased, pulling a finger down the length of his chest.

  He grunted out a “yeah,” dropped a kiss onto my surprised mouth, then let me go.

  I grinned and reached for the shampoo, but he stopped me by placing one big fist over my hand.

  “Let me,” he pleaded.

  I smiled and turned my back on him, grinning slightly when I felt him tug on the long strands as he worked the shampoo into my hair.

  In the weeks that we’d been practically living together—there’s been perhaps two nights, and half nights at that, that he’d been apart from me—we’d taken many showers together since our hayloft shower. This would be the first time he’d washed my hair for me, though.

  Oh, he’d been really good about washing me thoroughly, and most of those times ending with me orgasming multiple times, but he hadn’t washed my hair.

  “Feel good?” he asked as he tangled his large fingers into my hair.

  “Yes,” I admitted. “It’d probably feel even better if you didn’t try to run your fingers through my hair until after I’ve combed it. It gets tangled when it’s wet. Like right now.”

  “You’re soft-headed?” he murmured, lightening his movements considerably.

  “Tender-headed, yes,” I said. “I can barely stand to brush my own hair.”

  He went to loosen his hold even more but I stilled his movements.

  “No, don’t stop,” I pleaded. “I like it. Just lighter touches.”

  He obeyed my orders and lightened his touch, washing my hair with utmost care.

  When he was done, he said, “Tilt your head back for me.”

  So, I did, not stopping until my head was completely back as far as I could make it go.

  “Bendy,” he said, hand curling around the front of my neck.

  I felt my pulse hammer as he pressed his cock against my backside.

  “Close your eyes,” he instructed.

  I did, then felt the water start to wash the suds away.

  “I like you like this,” he said as he pulled me tight to his body. “Open your eyes.”

  I did, feeling the water sting my eyes slightly before I blinked the pain away.

  “Like what?” I asked him, beginning to bring my head back to the normal position.

  He stopped me by squeezing my throat lightly.

  “Like this, exposed, wet and naked,” he answered.

  I swallowed hard and felt my face start to burn as a blush stole over it.

  “What are you going to do with me?” I asked. “All wet and naked?”

  He pressed his cock against me, then dropped his hand from my neck, only to find something much softer and arousing to play with.

  “I’m going to play with you until you’re read
y to cry,” he said. “Then I’m going to make you come on my cock.”

  My lips twitched. “Are you, now?”

  He bent me over with his other hand and directed me into position.

  “Hold still,” he ordered as his fingers gave my nipple one last squeeze before letting me go.

  I swallowed hard and leaned forward, my hands resting on my thighs.

  He growled when my pussy was exposed to his hot gaze.

  “Always love seeing this,” he murmured, letting his fingers trail down my pussy lips.

  I was panting by this point, anticipation making me swallow a cry of need.

  “Or maybe I should just fuck you,” he suggested. “Stuff my fat cock into that tight pussy.”

  I didn’t hesitate in wiggling my hips slightly, making sure he could see my ‘tight pussy’ as he called it.

  I always thought it was fat, but Callum didn’t seem to mind it at all.

  In fact, there wasn’t a single thing about my body that disgusted Callum.

  I tried not to think about Mal in times like these, but I still couldn’t help what it felt like to be with a man that appreciated me for the woman that I was, not the woman he wanted me to be.

  I felt his fingers drag along my sex, starting at my clit and stopping at my perineum.

  “I want to slide my finger in here,” he whispered, circling my back entrance.

  I bit my lip.

  I’d always wanted that. Or, at least, I always wanted to want it.

  But I’d never been comfortable enough with my relationships to ever consider actually doing it.

  The idea of it was highly arousing, but the idea of doing it with anyone before now hadn’t been appealing.

  But having Callum express his interest in wanting to do that particular deed? Well, there was no hesitation in me whatsoever.

  The idea of him sticking anything in there was so appetizing that I couldn’t help it.

  I moaned.

  “You like that idea?” he rasped, his finger circling even closer to the tight muscle.

  I swallowed hard, then told him exactly what I thought about him doing that to me.

  “I read a book once,” I squirmed when he got closer to actually touching my anus. “It got me interested in it. But I’ve never actually considered doing it with anyone.” I swallowed hard. “But last week, when I was riding you? You grabbed my ass cheeks and accidentally brushed your finger over it. I wanted nothing more than for you to put it inside me.”

  The shower abruptly turned off, and suddenly I found myself moving through the cold air of the cabin.

  Moments later, I was on my back in the bed, and he was staring down into my eyes.

  “We’re getting the sheets wet,” I whispered breathlessly.

  “Fuck the sheets,” he said. “We’re about to get them dirty anyway.”

  Then he reached over me and pulled a tube of something out of the nightstand.

  I swallowed hard when I saw the bottle of lube.

  “You’re prepared,” I said.

  He grinned. “Hopeful.”

  I allowed my eyes to move from the bottle to my man’s eyes, then down his body to his engorged cock.

  It looked angry. Full and ready to burst if it didn’t get what it wanted.

  It was pulsing in time with his pounding heart, and I wanted nothing more than to feel that inside of me.

  But seeing it, and how big it was? Well, that kind of scared me.

  “I’ve never done it before,” I whispered.

  He grinned. “Neither have I.”

  My eyes widened. “So, I’ll be your first?”

  The idea of experiencing a ‘first’ for him for anything was exhilarating.

  He popped open the cap on the lube and spread quite a bit on his fingers before closing the cap and tossing it onto the bed beside me.

  “Roll over.”

  My nerves started to flutter in my chest, and I licked my lips nervously. But I did what he said, moving until I was on my hands and knees.

  I’d always been ‘interested’ about this sort of thing, but I’d never thought to actually try it.

  And now that it was actually going to happen, I wanted to run away and hide in the bathroom.

  Callum lubed his fingers up, then dropped his hand and brought it to my pussy.

  “You’ll be my first,” he admitted. “But don’t worry… I won’t hurt you.”

  The idea hadn’t even crossed my mind.

  “I know you won’t,” I breathed, voice catching when his blunt fingers dragged deliciously along my clit.

  His fingers left a trail of wetness in their wake, causing me to shiver.

  He grinned when he saw my reaction, then easily sank two fingers into my pussy.

  They slid in easily, both because of my wetness that I was producing on my own—I mean, come on. Every time Callum was within two feet of me, there was excitement on my end—and the lube on his fingers.

  He groaned at the heat that my body produced.

  “You’re so tight,” he grumbled. “My cock is so hard right now, too. I bet you’d feel like heaven around me.”

  I would’ve laughed had he not been serious.

  The way that his fingers sounded as he slid in and out of me filled the tiny room, making my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

  “Why do you look like you’re about to cover your face with the covers?” he asked, stilling.

  “The sound.” My voice cracked. “It’s embarrassing how much I want you.”

  He growled and sank three fingers inside of me.

  “You think this is embarrassing?” he asked. “Honey, this is the best thing ever. To know that you want me this much is something I cherish. It’s nice to know that the woman I love wants me beyond a shadow of a doubt.”

  I would’ve gasped at his words, would’ve returned his words, but then he pulled out of me suddenly and started to circle my anus with one finger. Over and over again, momentarily making me forget what I was going to say.

  My breath caught when he finally breached my back entrance with just the tip of one finger.

  His breathing picked up speed, and I could practically hear his inner groaning as he let that finger dip deep inside of me.

  At first, I wasn’t too sure about the feeling.

  I mean, that was a one way for so long, that the feeling of something entering it the wrong way was quite confusing.

  But then he pressed his bare cock to my pussy and started to push inside, making my brain go haywire.

  He filled me in both holes at the same time, pulling out slightly, only to push it back in.

  Over and over he did this, taking his time, but also experimenting as he did.

  When that one finger switched to two, he pressed deep inside of me with his cock and stayed there.

  “I’m trying not to come,” he explained when I wiggled my hips. “I want to be in your ass when I do.”

  I bit my lip and couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

  “Jesus, Callum,” I breathed. “Jesus.”

  He laughed and squeezed my ass with his free hand.

  “My sentiments exactly,” he growled. “Fuuuck, you feel good. And your asshole is so tight around my fingers that I swear to God, the moment that I get inside of you fully, I’m going to come.”

  “Please,” I urged. “Move.”

  He did, pushing in and pulling out of me in little tiny thrusts in both my ass and my pussy.

  It was when his third finger entered me, the stretching burn making my belly jolt and my pussy clench, that I realized this was about to happen.

  “Callum,” I breathed. “Holy shit.”

  He growled out something that sounded like ‘Jesus Christ’ but continued his ministrations.

  His hand was clenched so tightly on my ass that I knew I’d have bruises in the morning.

  And his fingers inside of me started to scissor, stretching me
and preparing me for what was about to come.

  And when that time came, when he was pulling out of me and once again reaching for the lube at my side, I started to hyperventilate.

  “You’re okay, baby,” he said, smoothing his hand down the length of my spine. “I told you I’d never hurt you.”

  I knew that he wouldn’t.

  Yet my butt was about to have something the size of a goddamn log shoved into it, and despite all the working up he’d done, I was scared that he wouldn’t fit.

  I shouldn’t have worried so much, though.

  Because by the time that his cock pressed to my entrance, he was once again playing with my clit, making me forget to be nervous.

  My body was Callum’s to control. If he wanted me hot and bothered for him, he was going to make it so. It didn’t matter that I was freaking out—or had been previously. He was making me get into the zone, and by the time he started to sink his cock inside, I forgot to be nervous.

  All I could think about was how excited I was. How much I wanted him filling me up—even if that filling up was happening in my ass and not my vagina.

  “Fuuuuck,” I breathed, feeling the slight burn of my body as it tried to accept Callum’s invasion.

  “Sweet baby Jesus,” he breathed. “I’ve never…”

  He sounded like he was strangling. As if he was speaking through sheer force of will alone.

  “Tight?” I breathed.

  Then I remembered reading something in a book. One of my most favorite romance novels ever.

  I remembered how the hero had told the heroine to ‘push out’ as if to block entrance.

  And when I did that, not only did he slip inside, but he slipped all the way inside.

  In one swift move, he was inside of me to the hilt, and I felt so full that I clutched the sheets and squeezed my eyes closed so hard that I saw stars.

  It didn’t hurt per se, but it definitely didn’t feel right, either.

  But before I could investigate that any further, he started to play with my clit again.

  At first it took me a while to respond.

  Then he pulled his cock out and slowly let it sink back inside.

  Over and over again, he did this, taking his sweet time, and working my body back up to that breaking point.

  His balls swung lazily, smacking against my pussy with soft taps.