by Goode, Ella
Thoughts of the men that my mom used to be with drift in and try to take over. They try to play on my insecurities but I won’t let them. I’ve let them rule my life for too long. I know that Colt isn’t that sort of man. This wasn’t about sex. He must have been desperate for me. That’s the only reason he would ever do something like this. While I’m not okay with him deceiving me, I still want him. I love him. It all seems so fast but when you know, you know. In saying that, maybe I should let him have a little taste of what it’s like to be tricked.
I hear Mr. Weston’s car drive off and I know that I only have a few minutes before Colt comes to get me. Gambit is sitting on the edge of the bed watching my every move. I cross the room to get the carry-on bag that I brought with me. I go over to the closet, dumping all of my belongings out onto the floor. It’s nice and empty now. I dig through the pile, finding something to wear before I pull my hair up and get ready to go fight for what I want. I’m not running. I know Colt. He’d only track me down and bring me back. As much as I love that I know he’d do that, it is a waste of time.
As I walk back to the bed, I see that Gambit has taken up residence in my bag. “I’m not going anywhere.” I pet his little head and he hops out of the bag so I can pick it up. I head for the kitchen with my bag in hand and Gambit trailing behind me.
Colt turns from the stove, his eyes going from me to the suitcase I’m holding. His whole body goes stiff.
“Put it down.” He doesn’t have to say what it is. I know he’s talking about my bag.
“I heard—”
He moves fast, cutting off my words. The bag slips from my hand, hitting the ground as my ass meets the countertop. He steps between my legs.
“Don’t care what you heard. You’re not going anywhere.” His big hands go to my waist, keeping me in place. I’m trying to be irritated with him but my body isn’t getting the memo. Heat warms me at his possessiveness.
“What if I don’t want to stay here?” I hedge.
“Then you’ll wait for me to pack a bag too,” he throws back easily.
“You’d leave your life to come back to the city with me?” I search his face. I don’t want that. I want a life here, but knowing he’d do that for me erases any doubt I had in my mind about how serious Colt is about us. We may have only known each other a short time but we are both all in.
“If you hadn’t noticed, Charlotte, I’m head over heels in love with you. I’d live anywhere as long as I was with you. I only tricked you into coming here because I thought you might like it here.” He leans in. “You want to leave, you only have to say the word. We’ll be out of here.”
“You love me?”
“Yeah, sugar, I love you. As you can see, there isn’t anything I won’t do for you.”
“I love you, too,” I rush to tell him. I’ve only ever said those words to my mom before. I did love her, but with Colt this is different. For the first time in my life I actually feel safe. Grounded. I don’t have to worry that at any moment everything could change. Colt is solid. He’ll always keep his word.
“We putting the bag away or do Gambit and I need to pack one too?” His eyes flick over to the bag laying on the kitchen floor. It’s open, with Gambit sitting in it.
His eyes come back to mine. “You weren’t leaving.” It’s not a question. My empty bag says it all.
I shake my head no. “Only giving you a taste of your own medicine.”
Colt shakes his head as he smiles. “Life will never be boring with a wife like you.” He kisses me. Deep and hard. I’m pretty sure it is his way of saying we are getting married. I kiss him back just as hard and deep. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he says when our mouths finally part.
“Yeah.” I wiggle closer to him. Wanting more of that kiss. Loving that I’m going to have this man for the rest of my life. I had no idea finding home would come so easily, but with a man like Colt I know he will always make sure I find what I need.
Epilogue
Colton
5 years later
“Does that llama have a pink bow in its hair?” Drake asks from beside me. I let out a long sigh. That at least lets me know part of what the ladies have been up to tonight. It was girls’ night and the two of them were up to no good. I fight a smile ‘cause it is actually kind of funny. I set my coffee down on the counter as the llama gives me the side-eye. The damn thing loves Charlotte. Hell, everyone here does.
I smile to myself, remembering the day that Miss Minnie showed up at my front gate. It was only a few weeks after Charlotte moved in. She called me in a panic, rambling on about a llama that was blocking her path. By the time I got home Charlotte was smitten with Miss Minnie and that’s how this sassy llama came to live with us. It was only nice to me when Charlotte was around.
“I guess Miss Minnie needed to get dressed up for ladies’ night too,” I say dryly. I’m not going near that llama. Last time I did she spit on me. My woman was nowhere in sight at the moment and I knew the thing would be mean as ever if my daughters and their mom weren’t around to see what it was doing. It always plays nice in front of them.
Our little girls are over at Delilah's mom and dad's place tonight. They are having a sleepover with Drake and Delilah’s kids. It was supposed to be guys’ night too.
Guys’ night for Drake and me is waiting for our wives to get done doing whatever it is they’ve decided to do for the night. Not that I am complaining. She needs her nights out but I can still silently pout about it to myself. I know Drake is doing the same as we both sit in the diner with our arms folded over our chests. Neither of us watching the game that Johnny put on for us.
“You going to get your llama?” Drake asks.
“Nope.” I pick up my phone and fire off a text to my new deputy to come get the thing. Not like there is anything else going on in our small town. At least this will give him something to do for the night.
“I think that llama is a distraction.” I pick up my cup of coffee, polishing it off. The question is why did our women need to try to distract us? They are up to something. They pulled out all the stops putting Miss Minnie here. I look over at it and I swear it knows exactly what it’s doing here. It’s probably taking pleasure knowing it’s tricking us.
Drake stills beside me. I’m guessing his mind is finally getting up to speed with mine. He and I have gotten close over the years. My woman still kind of works for him. She helps him manage some investments that he’s kept. They don't work a ton but it still lets Charlotte have her own thing and she enjoys it. Between that and Delilah and her becoming best friends, we end up together a lot. Hell, he is pretty much my brother-in-law if I think about it.
“Neither are pregnant.” That’s a first. They are both always pregnant. That’s the way it seems anyway. Either they are pregnant together or one right after the other. Thinking of Charlotte pregnant has me missing my woman. There is nothing more beautiful than when my wife’s belly is round with my child.
“Nope.” I drop the cup down on the diner table.
“The only reason they wouldn't tell us that they were going to Moxie’s is because of what they were wearing.” I drop money on the counter. I’m already halfway to the door as Drake mutters those words. I know what dress she has on. The one she got two months ago. I fucked her long and hard in that dress. She’d gotten it in the mail and decided to try it on in front of me. I took one look at her, bent her pretty ass over, flipped that dress up and made her scream my name as she came all over my cock. When we finished I forbade her from wearing that dress anywhere but our bedroom. She’d laughed but had not agreed. I see the error of my ways now. I should have made her promise before I let her come. I won’t make that mistake again. Tonight she’ll be making those promises. My cock will make sure of it.
I should have ripped that thing to shreds when I had the chance. She wouldn’t be wearing it if I had. She looks sexy as fuck in that dress though, so for selfish reasons I kept it in one piece. I like taking her when she’s wearin
g it. I bet that little sneak ordered it just to get a rise out of me, now that I think about it. It isn’t anything fancy; it resembles a man’s button-down shirt. Not mine, though. Mine would fall farther down her legs. This one comes to a stop way above her knee. It is way too fucking short for my liking, showing off those perfect legs of hers. I won't make the same mistake twice. There won't be a button left on the damn thing by the time I’m done with it.
Drake is hot on my heels. I nod at my deputy as he pulls up to get my damn llama. I don’t go for my truck. I keep on moving toward the bar that sits a block down from the diner. The only bar in town. When I push through the door I see Tammy first.
“Busted!” she hollers out, making my wife and Delilah turn from where they are standing on top of the bar dancing. Only Tammy could be loud enough to be heard by anyone in the place. Not even the sound of the jukebox, which is blaring some pop song, can drown Tammy’s voice out. Delilah’s eyes go big for a moment before she gives an innocent smile over my shoulder to Drake. My wife only winks at me and keeps on dancing. She does have that damn dress on. Not only that, she has it paired with black boots that run all the way up her legs and over her knees. Fucking hell.
Her pink tongue comes out, licking her lips, which she has painted a deep red tonight. I can tell from the sway of her hips she’s had a few drinks. Not too many, but a few, and that’s made her even bolder than normal. If that’s even possible.
Three long strides and I’ve got her by the hips. The crowd parts, giving way to me. They know if they don’t I would knock them over to get to her. I pluck her right off the bar top. She looks up at me with a feisty look in her eyes as she slides down my body until her feet touch the ground. She pushes off my chest. I let her do it. As much as I don’t want to let her go I know she’s having a good time toying with me right now and I want to see what she’s going to do. She walks over to where her purse is, picks up her phone and begins to make a call. My phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. I smile while picking it up, not having to look to see who it is.
“Sheriff Blackwood,” I say, almost laughing, but I stay serious.
“Hi, Sheriff. This is Charlotte Bloom.” I look over at her and mouth Don’t even play. She’s really pushing it with using her maiden name.
“I want to issue a complaint.”
“That you didn’t let your husband eat your pussy before you went out tonight? Consider it handled.” Her mouth falls open as I pocket my phone. Once again clearing the space between us, I pull her into my body. “You going to let me eat you real good?” I ask her. Her cheeks bloom with a blush.
She nods.
“Say you’re sorry.” She rolls her eyes but does it.
“Sorry I used my maiden name.” Her bottom lip pouts, showing me where our girls get it.
“Sun is setting.” I pull her close, digging my hard cock into her. Seeing her dancing on that bar top in that dress is going to be branded into my brain for eternity.
“Then take me home, cowboy.”
I lift her. Catcalls ring out from behind us. If I didn’t know everyone in this town we’d have problems but it is all in good fun. They enjoy that they’ve all found something that can get a rise out of me. It has always annoyed everyone I could stay so calm. That is, until it came to my wife.
I get her in our truck heading home. We don’t get to make love like we used to on the porch with the sun setting over the pond. The same place I got my first taste of her pussy.
In no time I’ve got her home and in our favorite chair. “Boots stay on,” I growl as I rip at the shirt dress. The buttons on that thing go flying. That was handled. She doesn’t seem to care. I have a feeling she knew it was coming when she put it on tonight. It isn’t going to be the only thing.
She goes for the belt of my jeans, trying to get my cock out as fast as I’m trying to get her blue silk panties off. I hate to rip them. They look damn good on her but I’ll buy another pair if she wants.
In seconds she is sliding down on my cock.
“Sugar,” I groan. I don’t know how my wife keeps on getting sweeter and sweeter but she does. I give her ass a small slap. Her pussy clenches around my cock. I fight coming already. You’d think I’ve never had my cock inside of her before with how fast I am ready to blow but she always has me like this.
“Ride me,” I demand. Her cheeks bloom with heat again. My wife might be bossy and stubborn at times, but when it comes to bed, she loves to be told what to do. I love to give my wife what she wants. Her getting off gets me off. “Come for me, sugar. I want my taste on you before I eat you real good.”
My dirty words send her over the edge. I come deep inside of her. She moans my name as her pussy locks tight around me, pulling more cum from me.
I stand, keeping my cock inside her as I push through the double door of our master bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. “Spread them.”
Her eyes flutter open, the orgasm still floating all around her. She spreads her legs wide for me. Who knows if she does it on her own or if her body is so used to my sexual command it does it without having to think at all?
My eyes lock on her pussy, my cock springing back to life. I grab her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed as I drop to my knees beside it. My mouth lands on her pussy. She calls out my name, her fingers sinking into my hair.
Damn, it is good to be home. I thought for so long this town and land was my home. It wasn’t until I found her that I realized the true meaning of finding home.
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