Crazy Heifer

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  Soon, I was almost anticipating those taps, and on the fifth tap, he used a little more force than he’d been doing prior, and something tightened inside of me.

  My ass clenched, and his hand stilled.

  “Play with your pussy,” he ordered.

  I didn’t hesitate to sink two fingers inside of myself, and when I felt the long length of his cock between the inner wall of my ass and my pussy, things started to get a little heated.

  My mind started to fire on all cylinders, and suddenly all I could think about was how naughty I was being. How good he felt inside of me. How much I loved the way his fingers played with my clit, and how my nipples were dragging deliciously against the bedsheet.

  And all of a sudden, before I could so much as prepare, everything tightened down at once.

  My pussy clenched on my hands, and my ass practically squeezed the living hell out of his cock.

  I cried out, and my eyes flew open.

  But still I couldn’t see.

  Stars danced in my vision as everything came to a crescendo.

  My orgasm burst over me so completely that I screamed.

  Callum’s bellow followed shortly behind, and his thrusts went from gentle to frantic and uncontrolled seconds later.

  And when his cock started to jerk inside of my ass, I knew he’d followed directly behind me.

  When everything was said and done, when I finally regained control of my heart, and Callum’s cock was going soft in my ass, I said, “We’re going to have to do that again.”

  He laughed and dropped his forehead between my shoulder blades.

  “Baby, I’m willing to do that over and over again.” He paused. “But you’re going to have to give me at least twenty minutes to recover. I think I might’ve suffered a minor stroke.”

  I snickered as he lifted himself from my body. When he pulled free, and things started to run down the back of my thigh, I quickly hurried to the bathroom and did what I had to do to get cleaned up again. He joined me in washing, then left without a word.

  When I got back out, Callum was on his back, lying on a new sheet, staring at me with all sorts of love in his eyes.

  Which reminded me.

  “You love me,” I said as I crawled back over him.

  He didn’t even hesitate.

  “I’ve loved you since I saw you at the diner. I just didn’t know it,” he whispered gruffly.

  I laid my naked body on top of his, and then looked down into his eyes as I said, “I don’t know when I realized I loved you. One day, I just woke up and knew. I’d felt that way for a while. You were sitting on the side of the bed. You were in your jeans and chambray shirt, slipping on your boots, and you had your cowboy hat in your teeth as you tried to get dressed in a hurry. When I looked at you and saw how you were trying to be quiet and not wake me, I decided then and there that no matter what I had to do, I was going to make sure that you always wanted to keep me.”

  His hands encircled my waist, and he pulled me in tight to his chest.

  “There’s nothing, not a single thing, you can do that won’t make me keep you now,” he told me. “It’s early yet, and I think that you still need some time to adjust to ‘not married’ life. But when the time comes, and I think that you’re ready, I’m going to ask you to be my wife. We’re going to have kids. We’re going to live in a house that I wish built me, and we’re going to live happily ever after. We’re going to rock on the porch when we’re ninety, and we’re going to remember these days as the best days of our lives.”

  I felt a tear slip free of my eye, and it hit his lips with a soft plop.

  He licked the tear off of his lip, and then he leaned up and kissed me.

  “I love you, Desi,” he said. “If you happen to get ready before I realize it, just let me know.”

  I laughed at him then.

  “I’ll definitely let you know, honey.”

  The thing was, I was fairly sure I was already there.

  Chapter 15

  10-4. Coffee that.

  -Coffee Cup

  Desi

  “Something light,” he reminded me. “We have one more good workout to get in before we’re taking the next three days off before the big race on Saturday.”

  The reminder of the Spartan race had my belly rolling over with nerves.

  “I’m rethinking that,” I teased.

  He rolled his eyes and popped my ass again, this time on the other cheek so they were both burning equally.

  “You’re running that thing if I have to drag you behind me by your hair.” He let me go and took a step back. “Are you still meeting with Malloy today for lunch?”

  I frowned hard. “Yes. I’m just hoping that he doesn’t have Mal with him again.”

  Callum sighed. “I’ll drop you off. If he’s there, I’ll stay. Sound good?”

  I grinned and pressed my lips to his chin, which was the only thing I could reach without him bending down.

  “I’ll be back.”

  After my shower and a quick change of clothes, I made it back to the main house in time to see Codie having a face-off with Georgia and Nico’s kids.

  “What’s going on?” I asked my best friend.

  “I’m having a staring contest with one of the twins. I’m not sure which,” she answered.

  “It’s Bourne,” I answered automatically.

  Bourne’s surprise was evident when he broke the stare with Codie. “You know which one I am?”

  I nodded once. “You have the cutest little cowlick.”

  Bourne swatted my hand that was reaching toward him away. “Don’t touch me.”

  “Why not?” I asked, wrapping him in a hug.

  He stilled, unsure what to do, then wrapped his arms around me and squeezed.

  He was strong for a kid, and I had no doubt in my mind that had to do with who his dad was.

  Speaking of his dad.

  Nico was standing on the front porch staring at the scene. I grinned at him, even though he still kind of scared the crap out of me.

  “I’ve never gotten a hug before,” Codie said as she too wrapped Bourne into her arms. Though, by doing that she also wrapped her arms around me. Then rested her head on the pillow that my breasts made. That was when Bourne started to laugh.

  “You win,” he said. “You both win.”

  Codie giggled and let go. I took my time. When I did finally let him go, I said, “Your uncle told me to make something light for breakfast.”

  Bourne narrowed his eyes. “That is mean.”

  I grinned. “What would you suggest?”

  “Pancakes,” he said instantly. “That’s why we’re here. Mom stayed the night because she got drunk with Darby. She told us to come over and eat with y’all this morning because she was taking the day off from life.”

  “I didn’t get drunk,” Georgia said, shaking her head. “I’m pregnant. I can’t get drunk. If I did, then the baby would come out acting like you. And I’ve already learned my lesson.”

  Callum, who I just realized had walked out onto the porch, chuckled and wrapped his arm around his sister.

  “You didn’t drink when you were pregnant with them. But there was that one time you dropped Booth on his head,” he reminisced.

  “That was me,” Nico supplied. “I also accidentally left them at Walmart once.”

  “That wasn’t an accident because you left me, too.” Georgia reached out and slapped her husband across the belly.

  Nico didn’t even flinch.

  I finally let Bourne go, then ruffled his hair. “Come help me make pancakes.”

  He didn’t protest my order and followed me in dutifully.

  Callum’s nieces and nephews were definitely a handful. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was due to who their parents were. Maybe it was due in part to their strong personalities. Whatever the reason, the first time I met them they had this hard, crusty shell that I’d had to break through.


  Codie had done her own brand of shell breaking. Me? I spoiled them rotten. Both ways were effective, but there were still times when I felt like I was still breaking through.

  Booth and Bourne were by far the easiest to crack. Their appetites were on another level, and the growing teenage boys were definitely a lot more amenable to doing things when they got something out of it. Like an endless stack of pancakes.

  I wasn’t surprised to find Booth already in the kitchen waiting for us.

  “Hello, Booth.” I grinned at the other twin. “You’re quite adorable today.”

  Booth glanced down at his outfit. He was wearing much the same as Callum had been wearing. Dusty boots, Wrangler jeans, and a tight black t-shirt.

  But unlike his uncle, Booth’s jet-black hair wasn’t covered with a cowboy hat.

  “I’m wearing clothes,” he said.

  I snickered. “That you are. Are you going to help your uncles today?”

  “Yeah,” he muttered. “Riding fence. We’re also going to repair the back fence for about forty feet. Uncle Callum asked us to come help so we could go out to dinner tonight to celebrate.”

  “Celebrate what?” I asked as I began to dig out ingredients.

  “Uncle Callum didn’t say,” he answered. “I just know that I’m being forced to spend time with y’all despite having a date planned.”

  “Your date is a hoe anyway,” Bourne said. “You should really stop dating all the upperclassman chicks and find someone in our grade. At least their vaginas haven’t been used by every boy in the school.”

  I blinked. “Aren’t y’all like thirteen?”

  “Fifteen,” Booth answered. “And that’s the reason I’m going out with her. She’s easy.”

  I gasped and turned to him. “Easy chicks are a dime a dozen, buddy. What does that say about you that you’re willing to settle for easy when you could easily earn something much better?”

  Booth scrunched up his nose, and Bourne started to laugh.

  “She has you there, bro,” Bourne teased. “Didn’t you say that you had a thing for that bookworm, though?”

  “What bookworm?” I asked as I started to heat my skillet.

  “The bookworm that won’t give me the time of day,” Booth muttered. “I swear to God, I get close to her, and she pretends really, really hard that she’s so into her book that I’m not even there. And when I talk to her, she looks straight through me.”

  “That’s likely because she sees you with all the ‘easy’ chicks and thinks you’re gross,” I pointed out. “Girls don’t like to see the guys that they’re into chasing after other women. Trust me on this, I would know.”

  Booth was thoughtful for a few minutes as I went about starting the first batch of pancakes. I had about twelve done before he said, “How do I get her to talk to me?”

  I looked over at the mini-version of Nico and said, “You need to clean up your act first. Stop sleeping around—if that’s actually what you’re doing. Talk to her. Hang out with her. Find out what her interests are, and then go out of your way to see if she wants to do any of those things with you.”

  “She’s a twin,” Booth said. “Her sister is more my style, but she has a thing for Bourne. The girl thinks that I don’t like her because I would normally go for her sister who’s a lot more outgoing.”

  “Show her that you’re not interested in her sister,” I suggested. “Better yet, why don’t you get Bourne to talk to her sister.”

  “I’m not doing shit with Delanie Drew Davidsdottir,” Bourne interjected. “She hates me.”

  I turned my gaze to the ceiling. “Why does she hate you, Bourne?”

  And I refused to call him on the fact that not only did he know her first and last name, but he knew her middle name as well.

  Though, just sayin’, but it was a very cool name.

  “Because Bourne gave her shit for her dyslexia,” Booth explained.

  I gasped, as did Codie who’d just entered the kitchen. “Bourne! What the fuck?”

  “You’re not supposed to talk to a child like that,” Bourne said. “And I didn’t give her shit for her dyslexia. I gave her shit for the fact that she failed a test that she told me she’d ace. There’s a big difference.”

  I winced.

  “That’s not nice,” Codie said. “You should apologize.”

  “Yeah, no.” Bourne shook his head as he eyed my stack of pancakes. “Can we eat now?”

  I gestured to the stack, then pulled the bacon out of the microwave where I’d been storing it.

  The two boys fell on it like a pack of rabid dogs.

  “Damn,” Codie said as she tried to grab a piece. “What the hell? Do your parents not feed you?”

  “I fed them,” Nico said as he too came in and started loading up a plate. “In fact, they had donuts this morning before we even came.”

  I gasped and turned to Booth. “You both are so awful.”

  “They get it from their mother,” Nico rumbled.

  He was so close to me that I jumped, startled to find him that close.

  He winked at me and grabbed the pancakes that I was literally pulling off the skillet.

  “Thanks,” he mumbled.

  Then he backed away and sat at the table with his sons.

  “Hey!” Georgia cried out as she came into the kitchen. “I so totally heard that!”

  “I didn’t try to hide it from you,” Nico supplied around a mouthful of pancakes. “I honestly don’t care that you know that these boys take after you.”

  Georgia rolled her eyes and patiently waited for the next batch of pancakes to come off the griddle. When they did, I placed them directly onto her waiting plate. “Butter is on the corner of the counter right there.”

  She pecked me on the cheek before walking to the corner of the counter.

  Next up was Codie. Followed by Darby, Banks, Callum, Ace, Remy, and Colt.

  By the time breakfast was finished, there wasn’t a single pancake left, and only scraps of bacon were left on the plate.

  I smiled, loving the way this loud, boisterous family had taken me in with open arms.

  “Aren’t you going to eat?” Bourne asked with the very last pancake on his plate.

  I shook my head. “I had some bacon. I’m going to make myself some oatmeal here in a second. I’m only a few days away from my race, and I realllllly, really want to do well in it.”

  “Oh yeah,” Booth said. “Is there still time for us to sign up?”

  “You have about two days left before sign-ups are closed. Why?” I wondered. “You’re wanting to compete?”

  Booth shrugged. “Sure. Why not? Didn’t you say that your ex was going to be there? Doesn’t he almost win it every year?”

  He did, which sucked really bad. I knew without a doubt that I wouldn’t be winning. I’d be lucky to finish it.

  And the thought of having to see Mal and his fiancée literally made me want to not do it at all.

  I wasn’t bitter over them anymore. Callum had done a damn fine job making sure that I had much better things to concentrate on rather than the two of them.

  But that didn’t mean that I wanted to see them when I was going to be trying my hardest to not die.

  “Yeah,” Callum grumbled. “I’m going to spend the majority of my time making sure those two assholes don’t get near her.”

  “We want to do it,” Booth said. “Bourne, are you with me?”

  Bourne rolled his eyes. “Of course, I’m with you, dumbass.”

  “Boys,” Georgia growled.

  “What?” Bourne asked innocently.

  “I asked you not to cuss outside of the house,” she snapped.

  “Actually, you told us not to cuss around anyone that wasn’t family,” Booth corrected her as he licked his plate free of the last of his pancakes. “And everyone here is family.”

  The swelling in my heart made me grin widely.

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sp; “He does have you there,” Nico mumbled as he got up to place his plate in the sink.

  And without even a thought, he started washing dishes. “Boys, bring all the plates here and let’s load the dishwasher.”

  Booth and Bourne did as they were asked.

  “Where are your other kids?” I asked, thinking that I probably should’ve asked that an hour ago.

  “They’re with my sister, Nikki,” Nico answered. “Her and her husband, I don’t know if you’ve met Michael yet, they’re having a couple of kids over for their daughter’s sleepover. They for some reason thought it’d be a great idea to invite my kids, God help them.”

  There were snickers all around the table at that.

  Though, just sayin’, but Nico was right, because his kids were hell on wheels.

  I just hoped mine and Callum’s weren’t that bad.

  Because I was going to have a heart attack at thirty-five if they were.

  Speaking of…

  “Callum, when is your birthday?” I said softly.

  Callum stiffened.

  The room went quiet.

  Everybody that was a part of the family stilled.

  Codie and I were left staring in wonder at the phenomenon before us.

  “My birthday is in a couple of days, actually,” Callum finally said. “But we don’t celebrate it.”

  I frowned. “What? Why?”

  Codie and I stood there, watching as all of the brothers and Georgia winced.

  Nico wrapped his arm around his wife and pulled her into his side.

  “Callum and Banks’ birthday is on the day that my father tried to kill us,” Georgia choked out.

  I covered my mouth.

  “No,” I whispered.

  The day that his brothers had passed away. His mother also. The day that the worst of the worst happened, and they’d almost lost their lives as well. And their father had tried to kill them.

  Their father had forever ruined their birthday for them. He’d made it into a day that they wouldn’t celebrate.

  A day that they would forever remember as a day that they’d forever want to forget.

  Callum stood up and dumped a handful of paper napkins in the trash that everyone had used to clean their mouths and hands during breakfast.