by Gemma Weir
“Want you so bad,” I say against her cheek as I lie on top of her, grabbing her thigh and lifting it around my hip so I can get deeper inside of her. She comes twice before I finally follow her over the edge, and I carry her to the shower with my dick still lodged deep inside of her.
Letting the water clean all of her arousal from her sweet pussy, I eat her in the shower, loving how she clings to me as she comes again, her body literally wilting against me, spent when she finally stops gasping and shuddering.
I carry her from the shower after washing and conditioning her hair, placing her on the bed as I grab her underwear and help her put it on. She yawns like a sleepy kitten as I help her into the rest of her clothes, brushing her hair for her, before carrying her into the kitchen and lowering her to one of the stools at the breakfast bar.
“Jesus, Beau, what did you do to the poor girl?” Bay asks as he presses a kiss to the top of Bonnie’s head.
A growl escapes my lips, but Bonnie slaps me, yawning again before she turns to my brother. “He’s trying to orgasm me into a coma so I agree to spend my days off here instead of working at the ranch,” she says tiredly.
“Did it work?” I ask against her ear, nipping at her lobe.
“No, I’ll just take a nap when I get home this afternoon,” she tells me with a sleepy smile.
“Don’t you work full time at the coffee shop?” Cody asks, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her in for a hug as he places a cup of coffee in front of her.
“Yep,” she nods, lifting the cup to her lips and humming appreciatively.
“But you work on the ranch as well?” Cody asks, lacing his own coffee with sugar.
“I don’t officially work on the ranch, but I help out when I can. You can never have too many pairs of hands on a property as big as ours,” Bonnie says, between sips of her coffee.
“How come you don’t just take a job in your family’s business then if you’re working there anyway?” Huck asks, a piece of toast in his hands.
“Because if my dad gives me a job then I didn’t earn it, plus I enjoy working at Wake Up and Go Go, and at the shop I don’t have to deal with my brother all day.”
This isn’t the first time she’s mentioned that her and her brother don’t get on that well. I’m incredibly close to all my brothers and always have been, the idea of not wanting to be around them is unfathomable to me. When I started my logging company, I’d hoped they’d all want to join me so that we could all work together, but I understood when some of them wanted to pursue other passions. For me there’s nothing better than being out in the woods all day.
“You and Caleb aren’t close?” Cody asks, his face openly distressed and pretty much expressing how I feel.
“We’ve never been close, he was already moved out and living with Maggie when I was born, but things have gotten even worse since our mom died. He thinks I’m a childish burden that he’s somehow responsible for, and he resents me even though I’ve never given him any cause to feel that way. I’ve given up on having a relationship with him, but I’m still really close with my sister-in-law Maggie and my nephews,” she says resignedly.
“Well now you’ve got six new brothers,” Teddy says, coming from behind me and scooping Bonnie into a huge hug.
Her face turns red as she blushes, but I’d swear she likes the idea of gaining a whole new family.
“Aww I’ve always wanted a sister,” Huck laughs.
“Jesus, I can barely cope with one control freak, the rest of you have to be on my side,” she laughs.
“I’m not a control freak,” I say stalking toward her.
“You’re a caveman,” she says, lowering her cup to the counter and eagerly taking the muffin I offer her.
“We’re Barnett men, just like our daddy and grandaddy,” I tell her. “You should just get used to it now you’re one of us.”
“Or you could just get used to the fact that you don’t get to control me,” she barbs, smiling mischievously at me from beneath her thick, dark lashes.
“You keep pushing me, baby girl, and I’ll take you back to bed and remind you again just how in control of you I am,” I threaten against her ear, smiling to myself when she trembles beside me.
17
Bonnie
Brushing my teeth, I slide my feet into my sneakers, grab the hoodie Beau loaned me the other day, and head back into the living room. The sight of him and his brothers makes me smile. I’ve only just started to get to know them all, but what’s obvious is how close they all are. Having always had a somewhat unsettled relationship with my brother, I’m both envious and shocked that the Barnett boys seem to genuinely enjoy one another’s company.
Every time I’ve been here, they’ve almost all been here too, hanging out, taking turns doing the chores and generally just being a family. I do that with my dad, but just the thought of living in the same house as my brother makes me feel claustrophobic and stifled.
The guys all look similar enough that it’s obvious that they’re brothers, they all share the same dark hair, dark eyes, and rugged stature, although Granger and Teddy are more leanly muscled than Beau and Penn who are the biggest of them all.
Beau glances up and sees me leaning against the doorjamb just watching them. Crooking his finger at me he motions me over, and I go, my body drawn to him like a magnet. His warm palm slides up the back of my thigh and under the hem of his hoodie to settle on the skin at the base of my spine.
“You look adorable in my sweater,” he laughs against my neck, soothing his teasing words with his lips against my pulse.
“It’s warm.”
“Want me to take you to work today? I’m going there anyway,” he suggests.
“No, I need my car just in case Owen decides to show up, plus you’re supposed to be working.”
“I want to check that junker over,” Bay calls from the kitchen. “Leave your keys in the glove box, and I’ll pick it up and give it a once over while you’re at work.”
“It’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with it,” I say, and suddenly find seven stern faces all glaring back at me with the exact same expression.
“Let me know what needs doing to it,” Beau says to Bay, ignoring my protests as he scoops me off the floor and kisses me.
“I don’t get a say in this, huh?” I ask, batting at his chest in an attempt to get him to put me down.
“Nope,” he tells me popping the letter P on the word, swinging me around to each of his brothers in turn, who all press a kiss to my cheek and wish me a nice day.
“Don’t forget your lunch,” Granger says, holding out two brown bags, one with my name and one with Beau’s written on them.
“You don’t have to make me lunch,” I tell him, letting go of Beau’s neck with one hand to take it.
“You’re one of us now, everyone gets a lunch, let me know if there’s anything in there you don’t like” he says with a small smile.
“Thank you,” I tell him, feeling a little choked up with all the acceptance Beau’s family is offering me so effortlessly.
“Come on, baby girl, or you’re gonna be late,” Beau says, smacking my ass playfully as he strides to the door, depositing me on the floor at my car. “Keys?”
Rolling my eyes, I drop my keys into his hand and he opens the door, inserting them into the ignition.
“I’ll follow you down,” he says, pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressing his lips to mine.
My day flies by, and before I know it the sun has dipped below the ground and Beau is pushing through the door to the shop, his gruff expression gentling when it lands on me. He closes the distance between us in an instant, ignoring the customers who are eating and chatting, his attention solely on me.
The moment he’s close enough, he snatches me forward engulfing me in a tight hug, his face pressing into my neck as he holds me. “Fuck, I missed you,” he rasps against me, his hot breath warming my skin.
“Bad day?” I ask, rubbing sof
t circles across the back of his head.
“Just long,” he sighs.
“Why don’t you go sit down and I’ll bring you a coffee over.”
“Can you sit with me?”
“I have to start cleaning up, the sooner I get done, the sooner we can go home.” The word home slips out of my mouth without thought, but the moment I say it I realize that I’m starting to think of him as home. As much as his bull-headed behavior drives me a little crazy, I enjoy the time I spend with him. I never thought I’d want a guy who was so overwhelming, but I’m finding that I actually like the fact that I can rely on him to be overbearingly present. In the four days since he started pursuing me, I’ve come to expect him to monopolize my routine, and I don’t think I hate it.
“I don’t want to share you with your dad and my brothers tonight,” he groans.
“It’s only dinner, then you can have me all to yourself,” I whisper. “Is there a tub anywhere in that big ole house of yours?”
“Yeah, there’s a tub in the bathroom off our parents’ room, why, you want to have a soak?”
“So much,” I groan. “Food, bath, then bed.”
“I like that plan, no space, no distance tonight.”
The last customer leaves quickly, and Beau helps me tidy and clean and get the shop set back up for the morning when Marnie is opening. I don’t notice until we step outside that my car is missing. “Beau, my car’s not here,” I exclaim.
“It’s at the shop with Bay. One of the joints on your front suspension was worn almost through, he said you’re lucky it hasn’t sheared off. He’s ordered one in for you, but he says it’s not safe for you to drive till it’s fixed. He’s bringing one of the loaners home for you to use till yours is ready.”
“Oh, well how expensive is the part?”
“Nothing.”
“Car parts aren’t free, Beau,” I snap.
“They are to you,” he replies easily, opening the passenger door and holding it while he waits for me to climb in.
“Fine, I’ll talk to him about it later,” I say archly, sliding into the truck.
“You do that, baby girl,” he laughs, leaning over me to clip in my seatbelt, pushing my hands away as I try to do it myself.
I must fall asleep on the way home, because the next thing I know, Beau is gently lifting me from the truck outside his house.
“I can walk,” I croak sleepily.
“I can carry you,” he says simply, and I don’t argue, resting my head against his chest and letting my eyes fall closed again.
I wake up some time later, naked in Beau’s huge bed. The lights are dimmed and his comforter is covering me, cocooning me in warmth. I can hear the sounds of voices from outside, and my stomach growls as the scent of food fills my nose.
Stretching, I reluctantly push the covers away and climb off the stupidly high bed, padding over to the dresser and pulling out one of Beau’s huge t-shirts. I don’t have any pajama’s here, but his shirt comes to my knees and I put one of his hoodies over the top, pull on some panties, and call it good.
Pushing the door open I take in the scene before me. My dad is sat at the huge dining table with Beau and his brothers, all of them are laughing, the food spread over the table family style, huge bowls being passed from person to person. They all look happy and relaxed, and it’s nice. My mama always made our house a home, she completed our family and made everyone’s flaws just that much easier to tolerate because she was just such a warm, wonderful person. Since she died, my dad and I have lived quieter lives, we’re so similar that we rarely argue, but I’ve missed the big family meals where we all got together and were loud and happy.
Smiling, I pad further into the room. Penn spots me first. “Hey sleeping beauty,” he teases.
“Hey,” I say, moving towards the table, the wooden floor cool beneath my bare feet.
There’s an empty seat between Beau and my dad and I slide into it, looking at Beau first, then to my dad. “Hey Daddy,” I smile.
“Hey honey, you sick? You don’t normally take naps?” he asks.
“Just tired I guess, I’m fine,” I assure him.
“You work too hard. I don’t want you on the ranch these next two days. I know you want to help out, but if you’re getting sick you need to take care of yourself,” he says sternly, using his ‘dad’ voice.
“I’m not getting sick,” I insist, spinning to glare at Beau. “Did you put him up to this?”
Beau’s eyes harden in warning before he shakes his head.
“Beau hasn’t said anything to me. I can see with my own eyes how tired you look,” Dad interrupts.
Inhaling slowly, I rub at my temples, noticing how exhausted I really am. “Maybe you’re right, a couple of days off might be good. I actually don’t remember the last time I had one.”
“Good, and I don’t want you worrying about cooking for me or the ranch hands either,” he insists.
“You’ll eat with us here,” Beau tells him, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“I would enjoy that, thank you, Beau,” my dad says.
Huck offers my dad a platter of pork chops, and I rest my head against Beau’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Kiss me,” he whispers back.
Tipping my head up, I lift my lips to his, but wait for him to close the distance between us. The kiss is sweet and soft and ends too soon, but by the time I blink my eyes open, all of the hardness has disappeared from his expression and a soft smile has replaced it. “Forgiven,” he whispers.
We eat delicious pork chops, homemade slaw, rice, and green beans, then a rich buttery apple pie that my dad bought round for dessert. It’s loud and messy and fun. My body is tired, but my soul is happy as I watch my family merge so easily with his. After dinner, we all slob down on the sofa and Huck convinces my dad to play video games with them. We play bowling and tennis and hula hooping on their Wii console, laughing and being silly until it’s after midnight and my dad insists he has to go.
“Thank you all for a wonderful evening,” my dad says, the grin on his face bigger than I’ve seen since my mom was alive.
“Night Hal, see you tomorrow,” Penn calls out as I jump up from Beau’s lap to walk my dad to the door.
“I actually have plans with Caleb and his family tomorrow night,” Dad says.
“Wednesday then,” Penn tells him.
“Well okay then,” Dad agrees easily.
“Night Dad,” I whisper, curling my arm through his as he makes his way to the door.
“Make sure she relaxes tomorrow,” Dad tells Beau.
“I will,” Beau replies easily. “See you for Wednesday for dinner.”
“Night Honey, night all,” my dad says, pressing a kiss against my cheek as he heads for his truck and leaves.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Beau yawns, scooping me up from the floor and into his arms.
“Night guys,” I call to everyone.
There’s a chorus of nights from them all, but we’re already in Beau’s room with the door shut behind us.
“Thank you for tonight.”
“What did I do?” he asks, stripping out of his clothes and kicking them to the side as he reaches for his hoodie and pulls it up and over my head.
“For inviting my dad for dinner again and making him feel so welcome.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, we all like your dad.”
“Well it means a lot to me,” I admit, climbing up into bed and pulling the covers over me. “So, is it always like this, or are you guys being like this because I’m here?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well you’re seven adult guys, you’re all here, all the time, and you seem to spend all your time together. You said that you don’t bring women here, although the fact that I’m here shows that sometimes you break that rule. I mean you have labelled mugs, take a bagged lunch every day, and take it in turns to cook, surely you’re not like this all the time
?”
“We’re close, we always have been. We go out, we have friends and do things independently. But we like to hang out together, I guess our family has always been tight. Cody started the labels; he likes order and precision, and we have a rota so all the chores are split up equally. I already told you that this is our home and we won’t disrespect that by using it as a hook up place. You’re the first exception to that rule because you couldn’t be any further from a hook up. You’re forever, baby girl, you’re permanent.”
I don’t really know what to say, so instead I wrap myself around his body and nestle into the nook in his shoulder, resting my cheek against his warm skin. His arm curls around me, and before I even realize it, I’m fast asleep.
Beau must have turned my alarm off because when I wake up, sunlight is streaming through the sides of the drapes. I’m no longer on his chest, instead I’m the little spoon to his big, his huge body pressed against my back as he breathes softly in my ear.
I’m warm and comfortable and I can’t think of a single good reason to move from this spot, so I close my eyes and let myself fall back asleep. The next time I wake up, it’s from the feel of fingers stroking my hair. The pillow beneath me is Beau’s stomach and my arm is resting on top of his hard dick.
Twisting a little, I look up to find Beau sitting up in bed, his chest bare, his muscles looking even bigger than ever as he watches the tv, his fingers moving absentmindedly through my hair.
“Morning,” I say a little groggily.
“Morning baby,” he says, smiling down at me, his gaze soft and indulgent.
“What time is it?”
“Not sure, late, you needed the sleep,” he smiles, his voice still rough with sleep.
“Your bed is so comfy, I don’t remember the last time I slept for so long,” I say on a yawn, stretching my arms up above my head.
Beau catches one of my hands and presses a kiss to the palm. Rolling over I crawl up his body until my chest is flush against his and press my lips to his mouth. His hand slides around my back, his palm warm and comforting. I can feel the hardness of his dick against my stomach, and I push my hand between us and take hold of his length.