I was still hopping mad about what happened and had a lot of adrenaline going through me, so I bade him goodbye and waited on Cassy the medic to be done with checking over Dale and eyeballed him until he left for his own trailer. Then I left to go talk to Macy for a few minutes about the incident before going back to mine.
When I arrived, he wasn’t there, but the door was unlocked. I went in and waited on him to come in and sit down gingerly on the couch. I was sure his ribs were going to hurt for quite some time, but as he said, it wasn’t something he hadn’t dealt with before. Roy Hayes had actually broken a rib of his once before when he was barely nineteen, he said. He had returned that favor with a dislocated shoulder and a tooth that he replaced with a gold one. He said he felt like he got the better end of that deal.
I was playing with the wrapping on my fist when the door opened and Colt hobbled in carrying a six pack of sodas. He sat them down on the counter and his expression turned from frustrated to concerned like the flip of a switch. I could see him go from being aggravated at his sudden lack of mobility to being upset about the stupid ice pack on my hand. The man had what could very well be cracked ribs, and he was going to make a fuss over me because I punched a guy.
“Hey,” he said as he came in and shut the door behind him. “I turned the heat on and went and grabbed us a couple of drinks from the cooler.” He was eyeing the icepack on my hand but made his way rather quickly to the couch, where he sat down gingerly. He reached over with one hand and grabbed a pillow to put under his arm but tried to act nonchalant about it. “How are you?”
I shook my head. “Just bruised knuckles, is all,” I said. “And you?”
“I’m fine,” he said.
“No, you aren’t,” I said bluntly. “I know you aren’t. I’ve been around roughnecks my whole adult life and I know the tough-guy act when I see it. You aren’t fooling me, Colt Montgomery.”
“All right then,” he said. “It stings a little.”
“It stings a little,” I mocked. “I should have figured you’d try not to sell it. I swear, I could kill that man.”
“I think Dale got what was coming to him,” Colt said.
“No, not him. Jacob Walton.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, maybe not kill.”
“I’d like to do what I did to Dale to him about ten times over,” I said as I stood, going over to the sink and unraveling my bandage. I grabbed a large mixing bowl and tossed the ice in it, then turned on the water and let it fill about halfway before dunking my hand in and shutting the water off.
“I know,” he said. “You just have to try not to be too angry.”
“How?” I asked. “Why? Aren’t you?”
He laughed, seemingly in spite of himself, then grimaced. Laughing was something he probably needed to do a little less of over the next couple of weeks if possible.
“I guess, yeah. But it doesn’t do much good to brood. Besides, I’ve never had a girl fight for me.” I tried to hide a smile, but I was sure he saw it there, just beyond my angry eyes. “I mean, sure, I’ve swung a few punches to defend the honor of a pretty girl once or twice, but this role reversal is a nice change of pace.”
“Oh, you have, huh? A lot of pretty girls?” I asked teasingly.
“None prettier than you,” he said. “Let me see your hand.”
I took my hand out of the ice and patted it dry with a hand towel before going over to him. Colt took it in his right hand so he could keep his left arm down and not aggravate his ribs. He turned it over a couple of times, checking the swelling.
“Is it bad?” I asked. “I’ve never punched a guy before. Not like that anyway.”
“It’s swollen,” he said. “But it was a damn fine punch. It might hurt a little over the next few days.”
“It was worth it,” I said, grinning, then turned the hand over so it was palm up. “Come on, let me help you get into bed.”
“Bed?” he asked. “It’s only the afternoon. I only bruised my ribs. I can’t sleep that off like a cold.”
“Who said anything about sleep?” I asked and smiled.
“Ooh, okay,” he said. “So physical therapy.”
“Something like that,” I said as I helped him to his feet and led him to the back of the trailer.
Gingerly, I laid him down on the bed and he scooted backward until he was resting on the pillows. Instinctively, he pulled his arms up to put them behind his head and then stopped halfway up because his ribs were probably screaming bloody murder. Opting for one arm behind his head instead, he watched as I patiently walked around the bed, drawing the shades and putting blackout curtains over the windows of the room.
The spring air outside was cold still, but the trailer was nice and warm, and with the sun blocked out, I felt the tension in my body unwind. Walking over to the dresser tucked in the corner, I lit a candle that filled the room with an orange flickering light. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar. Walking to the end of the bed, I pulled my shirt off and let it drop to the floor. I enjoyed the grin that spread across his face as I unhooked my bra and let my breasts tumble out.
I was smiling as I reached forward and pulled his boots off, then his socks. I was undressing him slowly, and my eyes roamed over him as I did, enjoying myself at the view. Next came the buttons of his shirt, which I opened carefully and pushed aside. My hands ran down his chest lightly, mindful of his ribs, and I leaned down to press my lips gently along it. Colt let one hand run over my naked back as I did.
Then I went back to the end of the bed and he unhooked his belt and zipper so I could pull his pants off him. He groaned a little as his body moved just a little too much to one side, and I froze, one side of my bottom lip dropping down in a comical way. When he seemed okay again, I continued, slower, until they were off. Then I pulled his boxer-briefs off, his engorged cock straining to reach me as it was revealed.
He was naked on my bed, and he reached down to stroke himself while I unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop down off my shapely hips to the floor. White lacy panties were next, revealing the thin strip of hair that rose from my center. I climbed on the bed, kissing him from his shins up until I had crawled all the way up and was pressing my lips into his upper thigh.
Brushing away his hand, I clasped his cock in my palm and began to stroke him. He moaned again, but this time purely in pleasure as I worked him, and my tongue slid down to his balls. I sucked them as I stroked him, and he closed his eyes to focus on the sensation. Slowly, my tongue moved up his shaft and took him inside my mouth. I moaned as I slid him deep down until the head was brushing the back of my throat. There was still enough of his massive cock to stroke while I tried to relax my throat and put more of him in me and his hand reached down to fill with my hair.
He was at my mercy with his ribs the way they were, and I wanted to make him feel better. My bruised hand didn’t bother me much, I had always been ambidextrous, and I stroked him with the one that wasn’t swollen. The one that still happened to be good for other things, and I slid it down between my thighs to touch myself as I sucked him.
As my middle finger swirled over my clit, I could feel the world around us fade away. There was nothing that existed besides that warm room and the darkness. I didn’t care if someone pounded on the trailer door for the next hour, nothing was going to pry me away from his delicious, naked body. I increased my speed as he began to moan deep in his chest, and I moaned along with him, the touch of my own hand bringing me closer to climax as I reveled in his ecstasy.
My body vibrated with arousal, and I sat up, keeping my hand stroking him as I climbed forward. I reached around him to get the condom I had put out and opened it to roll it over his hardened length. I settled with my core just below his hardened staff and he looked up curiously at me. I took hold of his cock and stroked it through my folds, letting his head do the work my fingers had been doing. My hips began to rock, and I used him to bring me closer and closer to an orgasm. One of his hands slid up my thigh and clasped my breast,
kneading into it, while the one that was on the side of the hurt ribs clenched my thigh.
I began to rock on him, stroking myself with his thickness until I felt the dam about to burst. I cried out loudly as the orgasm took hold and I climbed forward just enough to press him to my opening and sit down. I tried to sit down gently but firmly and I let him fill me completely. My jaw opened wide as an earth-shattering climax rippled through my body and his cock penetrated into the deepest parts of me. I bucked and shook as it took control of me, and when I finally began to breathe normally again, I leaned forward and pressed my lips into his.
We kissed eagerly, passionately, as I began to slowly rock on him. His hand slid to my ass and clenched, squeezing with every movement I made. I was careful not to hit his ribs or press down too hard, but he didn’t seem to care. His hips were rocking with me, the desire to take control so strong in him he was willing to ignore the pain.
I paused and sat up, letting his hand fill with my breast again before I swung my leg around and changed positions. He slid out of me for only the briefest of seconds before I settled onto him again, facing away. I clenched his ankles as I began to ride him again, and he moaned deeply behind me. The new position hit different areas of my body, and there was no danger of hurting him, so I rocked harder. His hand dug into my ass and guided me in up and down movements.
The sensations overwhelmed me, and I knew I was about to climax again. His cock was so deep, so thick and filling, that I cried out in rapid, high-pitch sounds as I slammed onto him. His moans joined mine and suddenly I crashed into another climax just as he came deeply inside me. I rocked as he pulsed, and my voice tumbled from my lips in a shaking vibrato. My toes curled and I clenched down onto the comforter as his hand pulled me deep over him. His hips rose with each release, and soon, he was empty, and I slid carefully off him.
I wanted to continue to take care of him so I disposed of the condom and hurried back to bed. Curling up in his arm, I pulled the blanket over us and relaxed into the sound of his heartbeat.
Chapter 21
Colt
My stomach was starting to knot up the closer we got to Green Valley. It was driving me nuts that I felt that way, but I couldn’t help it. There was no damn reason for it at all. Why should I be nervous to be that close to home? Hell, it was still an hour away. It wasn’t like I was going to run into anyone I knew that far out, and if I did, it wouldn’t be that weird anyway. I was in Montana. I was among my people.
Yet, I felt tightness in my chest and a ball of hot lead in my stomach as we drove the long, endless highway into a town I knew of and was sure I’d been through a hundred times but could never remember stopping in. One thing made it a little better though. Leah was in the cab of the truck with me, her nearly eternal good-natured smile brightening my mood. Her leg bounced to the rhythm of the song playing on the radio and she sang softly under her breath to the words she knew.
My fingers tapped on the steering wheel but not like her leg bounced. Mine was all nerves. I grimaced as I moved my left arm a little too far and felt a sharp, sore pain in my ribs. They were nearly healed, but hell if they didn’t hurt if I turned the wrong way once in a while. Or slept wrong. Or breathed too hard. I probably needed to admit to myself it was worse than I thought it was. After refusing to go get an X-ray out of fear it would end up showing something cracked, I stuck to Cassy’s orders and stayed off the back of a horse for two weeks already. It was driving me insane to be that close and not be able to join in.
Leah seemed to pick up on my nerves and reached over to touch my leg. I looked over into her smiling eyes and let my hand fall from the steering wheel to clench hers for a moment. I squeezed and then returned to driving, but she had already seen something was wrong with me. Her eyes went soft and her smile turned to a slight frown.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Just… you know. Montana.”
She shook her head in understanding and looked out the window to the sight of the city we were driving through.
“You can relax, you know,” she said. “We don’t have to visit your family just because we are close. We don’t have to do anything at all.”
“I know,” I said, trying a smile but barely getting my lips to curl at all.
The thing was, I did want too. It hadn’t been all that long since I was there last, helping out with the Dude Ranch and driving some cattle across the land. The problem was, I had proven over the years to not be the most reliable of the brothers when it came to keeping in touch. Sure, I wasn’t the only brother who left the ranch, and I wasn’t in trouble with the law or alcohol or anything bad, which wasn’t something I could say for certain about all my other brothers, but I had seemingly just faded in and out of their lives at random. One day, I would get a wild hair, tell Cassidy or Sawyer that I was heading out for a while, and then before I knew it, the summer would pass and it’d be Christmas before I showed back up.
I knew it drove Cassidy absolutely batty. He wanted so much to be like our father and keep all the boys together, to keep us in line in a way. But that wasn’t me. I wasn’t the type to stay in line. I couldn’t even stay in my own line much less anyone else’s.
Coming home for Christmas wasn’t even a promise for me. I had spent more than one of them out on the road. Sometimes, I would be away from home for a whole year or a little over and then pop back in like nothing happened. I’d stay for a month or two and then leave again when I got bored or Cass got on my nerves over ranch work.
The last time I came home, working on the Dude Ranch with Sawyer, was the finest time I had in a long time not on the road. I liked Sawyer, and watching him fall for his girl, Jane, was something that I was happy I got to see.
But it stirred something in me. I knew my life was missing something, and figuring it was the road itself, I bolted again. Everyone seemed to be settling down into adulthood, and while I was a grown-ass man, I knew I was still a kid at heart. I didn’t want the responsibilities or the stress. I preferred the life on the road. The adventure. The broncs and bruises and spurs and crowd.
“I’m still thinking about it,” I said, realizing I took a long pause to think. “I just wonder if any of them would want to see me.”
“I’m sure they would,” Leah said. “You’re their brother. But it’s up to you.”
I was their brother, that was true, and Cassidy was big on the whole blood being thicker stuff. Yet at the same time, the only one I could think of that would be halfway excited to see me would be Sawyer. I was curious to see how he was getting along with his girl, and we had gotten a lot closer on that cattle drive. The rest of them? I didn’t know what they would think about me coming around again.
“Well,” I said, sighing, “it’s not like I have anything else to do.”
It was the blunt truth, and Leah recoiled a little when I said it. Surely, I would want to see her compete, but I could do that easily and spend the rest of the time elsewhere if I wanted. Cassy the medic was pretty adamant about me being out at least the four weeks, and when I had refused to go get X-rays, she added another week on for good measure. That meant another three weeks of not competing.
Maybe that was a sign that I should use that time to go see my family.
The fairgrounds were just outside of the city limit and our parade of trailers and trucks had caught the attention of some of the folks in town. A couple of our guys were out putting up poster boards and stapling ads to lampposts all over. Leah and I pulled into an open spot in the camping area near where Macy’s massive trailer was.
“Is this close enough?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” she said. “Normally, I’m in Macy’s F250 riding shotgun and she brings me wherever they drop hers off and just bullies people out of the way until she can sit me down beside her.”
“How does she get her trailer from place to place?” I asked.
“She has the big rigs move it,” she explained. “Her trailer is often moved
before we tear anything else down, so she’s there to coordinate stuff before we get there. Haven’t you noticed she’s always everywhere by the time we get to a new town?”
“I hadn’t really,” I said. “Normally, I’m more preoccupied by this pretty girl who does competitions out there. You might have seen her. Name’s Lee or something.”
She elbowed me on the arm and laughed.
“Yeah, I hear she’s got some boy she likes though. Ruger or Winchester or something.”
“Very funny,” I said.
“You can set our trailer down here, though. It should be fine.”
I turned to look at her, unsure she was aware of what she just said.
“What was that?” I asked.
“That here is fine?” she said, her eyes cutting tight and raising one eyebrow at me. She knew I heard her, but I guessed she didn’t know why I asked her to repeat it. I shrugged.
“Cool,” I said.
I went about decoupling the trailer, and when it was free of the truck, I drove it around to park behind it so we took up less space. Trucks with other trailers and parts of the arena to be built and rides galore were coming down the makeshift aisles, and I hopped out, dodging them to get back around to the front of the trailer.
We got inside and began to unlock the cabinets and make sure everything made it without breaking. I checked out the couch and put the pillows back in place while she reactivated the water-pump tank and turned on the heater. It was still chilly inside, even though the spring sun was warming up the fairgrounds. It would still be a couple of weeks before it was short-sleeve weather.
I sat down on the couch and stretched a little. It was good to keep stretching the ribs that hurt, but it was painful to do. After driving, it was always a good idea to give them a little workout, especially the rather long one we had just taken. Leah sat beside me and curled up in my arm on the side that wasn’t aching so badly that I felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing me.
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