“Leila!” I finally heard Dusty calling at the door. When I opened it, he stood before me, his hair wet and matted against his face, his white t-shirt soaked through so that I could make out the definition in his chest. I had no words when I saw his face, so I simply threw my arms around his neck and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Our lips mingled for a few moments and then I backed away, remembering that we had a serious issue to deal with.
Dusty took me by the hand, eased me onto the bed, and then placed Carter on his blanket. “I want you, Leila.” He looked deep into my eyes and I felt my heart leap in return. I wanted him to tell me that he would never go back to Emily, that she was simply a segment from his past. I wanted him to convince me that she meant nothing to him anymore, and that he and I would continue our own story into the rest of eternity. But I couldn’t wait for his words, so I simply kissed him once more, then pulled his body on top of mine until I felt the swelling hardness of his manhood on top of my body.
Chapter 13
“Dusty, if you don’t want to be with me anymore, you just need to let me know.” I ran my hands down his back, feeling the wetness of his t-shirt as it clung to his skin. “Just be honest with me.” I reached for his hands and then pressed him closer on top of me. “We need to move to the floor so we don’t disturb Carter.” I whispered in his ear and then eased myself onto the floor with one of the extra blankets wrapped around me.
“Leila, I just want to make love to you. Let’s talk later.” Dusty ripped off my shirt and then kissed my neck. I threw back my head and clung to his body. I wanted him so badly that I could already feel the sensation of wetness spreading between my legs. Dusty gripped my ass with his hands and then yanked off my leggings. I leaned back and spread open my legs. Dusty unzipped his wet jeans and peeled them to the floor, then heaved his body on top of mine.
“Give it to me, Dusty.” I cried out and then arced my back to meet his heavy, pulsating groin. He pressed against me with his body, and entered me with a loud grunt. I ran my hands through his hair and then caressed his back. He felt so right inside me that I couldn’t even fathom the possibility of ending our relationship. I had to know that he wanted me, that he wasn’t going to do anything that would interfere with our lives together.
“Oh, Leila. This is good. Yes.” Dusty moved in and out of me, his thick, pulsating manhood bringing me once again to the point of ecstasy. “I want to feel you on top of me. Come on.” Dusty slid out of me and then helped position me on top of him. I looked down admiringly at his firm physique and then spread my legs to get him inside of me.
Dusty smiled and reached up for my breasts, cupping them each in his hands. “This is exactly where I want to be. Right here, inside of you.” He closed his eyes and I proceeded to rock solely on top of him, gliding my body over his groin, watching him as he moved his head from side to side in a trance-like state of pleasure. I placed my hands on my hips and continued to move inside of him, watching his face as I moved in rhythm.
“You feel amazing, Dusty.” I spread my legs even wider so that I could fully embrace all of his manhood. He groaned and I pressed harder and harder inside of him. After a few minutes, I eased off, and then got back on my back so that Dusty could get on top of me. He propped his elbows on the bed and then positioned himself so that he could get himself back inside of me. I wrapped my hands around his waist and then pulled him closer. I could hear his heavy breathing and I could see the desirous look on his face.
“Leila, this is the best. Oh yes.” Dusty penetrated me deeper, harder than ever before. I cried out loud. “Yes!” He drove himself even harder inside me and I realized that I hadn’t felt this passionate about a man in all of my life. Even with my high school boyfriend, I hadn’t been this allured. Dusty had me captivated, and there was nothing that I wanted more than to have him make love to me all night long. I arched my back underneath his weight and then clung to his waist as he rode himself into my wet, waiting chamber.
“I think we make the best couple ever.” I whispered into Dusty’s ear, my body coated in sweat. I ran my hands over his muscular biceps, then over his shoulders and on his back. He continued to pleasure me with his body, moving forcefully and deliberately inside me. Then, a magical sensation rose from deep within my body.
I felt like I was about to explode in pleasure, but it was so intense that I could barely express my desirous state. Instead, I simply clung to Dusty’s waist and then cried out with ecstasy. “Yes! Yes, Dusty!” I moaned in a climatic frenzy, then released my arms from Dusty’s waist and fell completely silent. Dusty groaned and then came shortly after. Afterward, the two of us remained quiet, each of us stroking one another’s bodies as the rain outside continued to fall.
Chapter 14
When morning arrived, I was surprised that the two of us had remained in each other’s arms for the entire night. I craned my neck up above to check on carter who was still snuggled soundly in his blanket. It was only a few minutes later that he let out a wail, and I knew that he was ready for his morning bottle. Dusty picked him up and rocked him in his arms, then I reached for my night-shirt and threw it over my head.
“He’s definitely gotten used to you, Leila.” Dusty looked at me with a sympathetic grin. “But now that it’s morning, and we’ve had some time to decompress, I think we need to talk.” Dusty sighed and then sat down on the bed with Carter. He reached for one of the filled bottles, then popped the nipple inside Carter’s mouth and watched as he sucked down the liquid. I stare at Dusty, wondering what he was about to tell me.
“Look, I know that last night was a surprise for both of us. I think we can both agree that we were blindsided.” Dusty shook his head and then looked down at Carter. “But now that Emily has returned…” He paused and I could feel that familiar lump welling in my throat. Was he going to tell me that he wanted to go back to her? After we had just made intensely passionate love? I didn’t want to entertain even the slightest possibility of that happening.
“Now that Emily has returned?” I raised my brows and then placed a hand on my hip. “Now that Emily has returned, what?” I didn’t like all of the suspense, and it frustrated me to watch Dusty drag this out. I glanced over at Carter who was cooing away in Dusty’s arms.
“Leila. I’m just trying to find a way to make this as amiable as possible for all three of us. You have to understand that Emily is Carter’s mother, and she does have a right to see him. I’m not sure if you left the house last night with the full-fledged intention of kidnapping him, but I think that you’re probably smarter than that.” Dusty gave me a self-satisfied expression. “Am I right?” He looked at me and then reached for my hand.
“You know what, Dusty?” I think that you’re trying to play the field. That’s what I think.” I shot him a look and then decided that the conversation was just going to get sour, so I distracted myself with getting dressed. “I think that you feel torn between the two of us, and that you aren’t confident enough to actually stand up for your own feelings. I think that instead of you being able to tell Emily directly, last night, that the two of us are in love, you strung her along so that she might think she actually has a chance at getting back together with you.” I said my peace and then stormed into the bathroom. Dusty followed behind me.
“Leila. Babe. Come on.” Dusty placed a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t do this.” He gave me a forlorn expression and then watched me as I brushed my teeth and pulled back my hair. I shoved myself out of his way to get back in the bedroom. “I think you just need to get a little perspective, Leila.” Dusty leaned against the doorway and I smirked. Perspective? I had all the perspective that I needed.
“I’ve told you what I needed to. Okay, Dusty? The choice is up to you. But I’m not going to just sit around waiting while you decide how you want to play your cards.” I looked at him, then at Carter, and walked toward the bed. Dusty inched into the bathroom.
“We can finish this conversation after my shower. Please try not to get
so worked up. Okay?” Dusty looked at me with concern, then closed the door behind him and started to run the water. I sat down next to Carter, and thought about what Dusty had just told me. I personally wasn’t convinced enough to believe that Dusty was going to drive back to the ranch and tell Emily that she was out of the picture. I simply knew better.
After a few minutes had passed, the rain let up and a soft, orange glow lit up the sky. I looked over at Carter and then without giving it a second thought, I picked him up and placed him in my arms. I grabbed the few bottles I’d bought and stuffed them in my purse, then quietly walked right out the door.
Chapter 15
I knew that Dusty was going to be furious when he came out of the bathroom and saw that Carter and I were gone. Yet I simply couldn’t sit inside that hotel room listening to him tell me his round-about story. I wanted a straight answer, and if he couldn’t give it to me, then I was going to do whatever I could to get myself out of the situation. I had Carter loaded in the Laredo and was gone from the hotel before ten minutes had even passed.
Again, I wasn’t too sure about where I was heading, but I knew for certain that I couldn’t keep driving around with Carter like this. I knew that he deserved to be back in his bed, around his surroundings, and in a stable environment. I decided that I would drive back to Billings and face whatever came my way. If Emily was there, then I’d simply have to handle the consequences.
The night air was cool and I drive for a while with the windows rolled down. It felt good to be on the road, out of the hotel, and on my way to making a decision. Carter slept soundly for most of the drive, but woke up as soon as we reached out home stretch. Just as I was about to pull onto the highway that led toward the ranch, he started wailing at the top of his lungs, so I pulled over as soon as I could and then climbed in the back seat to see what was wrong. He felt warm, so I decided that we needed to get home as soon as possible so that I could take his temperature. I climbed back behind the wheel and then took off down the road, hopeful that the house would be empty when I arrived.
I pulled up onto the gravel driveway just in time to see a cougar dart across the field. I turned off the ignition then walked around and eased Carter out of his car-seat. Then I cautiously inched my way toward the porch, my heart already racing because of what I might find. I already knew that Dusty wasn’t here. His pick-up would have been sitting right smack dab in the middle of the driveway. Instead, it was empty.
Dusty was probably only a few minutes behind me getting out of the hotel, and once he realized Carter and I were missing, I assumed that he would act quickly. I poked my head around the windows before stepping foot on the front porch and placing my hand on the knob to open the door. What if Emily were inside? I didn’t know how she had gotten here the first time. Did she have a car and if so, was it parked near the house? I cautiously opened the door and then placed one foot inside. It was quiet.
Gingerly, I walked through the living room, and then began my descent up the stairs. I swore I heard footsteps in the kitchen so I paused, then waited. It was silent. I stopped cautiously again on the stairs, then decided that all the tip-toeing around was ludicrous. This was my home. Dusty and I had been married, had agreed to raise Carter together as parents, and had decided that we would both share the responsibilities of both home-owing and child-rearing together. Emily’s presence was like a meteor thrown down from space, knocking both of us into another galaxy.
I reached the top of the stairs and then softly laid Carter into his crib. He was still fussing around, so I slipped him out of his clothes and rubbed little baby massage lotion on his back. He quieted shortly after. I took his temperature, and he did have a low-grade fever. I laid him down with a soft blanket and then sat in the rocking chair beside the changing table. It was quiet in the house, and I didn’t get the sense that Emily was here any longer. However, just to be sure, I walked down the steps and decided to take a peek.
There was no sign of her in either the living room or the dining room, so I meandered through the kitchen wondering if she would spring out at me unexpectedly. Still, there was no sign of her. Just as I was about to pour myself a drink from the fridge, I noticed a note lying on the wooden butcher block. It was handwritten, and I skimmed to the bottom to see Emily’s signature. I carried the letter to the kitchen table, sat down, and prepared for a read.
Dear Dusty,
It seems incredible to imagine myself standing back inside our home. I’m still too stunned to get all my thoughts down on paper, but I’m going to try my hardest to say whatever I can. I love you. That’s first. I will always love you, and I will always cherish the time that we spent together. I could have never asked for a more attentive and caring husband. When the hostage situation was finally handles appropriately, I did whatever I could to get back here. I’m so sorry that you suffered for months, not knowing what had happened. I can tell that Carter has been loved by Leila, and I do not want to interfere with the bond that the two share. If the three of us can work to come to an agreement, then I think carter will benefit from the best that the situation has to offer. Until then, I am leaving for Missoula. I have a friend who has given me a half share rental, and it is a central enough location from Billings that I think it will work out as best as possible. We’ll talk more later. Smooches to Carter.
Emily.
For a second, I simply stared at the letter. It was written so eloquently and so thoughtfully. I almost felt ashamed for how the two of us had carried on the day before, acting like a couple of childish school-girls, arguing over a man and a child. I swallowed hard, then realized that Emily had essentially sacrificed her feelings and bowed out of the situation for the sake of Dusty. It was a humble move on her part, and I felt somewhat embarrassed at how I’d acted now. What could I do except move on and hope that I’d do better in the future?
Before I had much of a chance to think further, I heard the rumble of Dusty’s pick-up in the driveway. I wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to react to seeing me, but this was my home, after all, and if there was one place that I’d consider likely for me to show up at, it was right here at this ranch. I heard the knob twist and the door creak open. I held the letter close to my chest and walked quietly out of the kitchen.
“This is from Emily.” I spoke first and handed Dusty the letter. He looked at me, then grabbed the letter and tossed it to the floor.
“I don’t care about a stupid letter form Emily. I need you to understand how I feel, Leila.” Dusty looked as if he were about to cry. “Storming out of the hotel like that, Leila? Come on. Hauling Carter around like he’s some doll? Enough is enough. I’ve told you how I felt about Emily, how she is part of my past, and how I want to move on with my life. What else is there to say?” Dusty looked at me and I felt tears well up in my eyes. There were still three words that Dusty could say, but they always seemed so difficult for him to get off the tip of his tongue. Just as I was about to turn and walk away, he said them.
“Leila.” Dusty took my arm and then looked me in the eyes. “I love you.” He smiled and then swallowed. I could tell that it took a lot of courage for him to tell me that, and I respected his efforts. “I truly love you, and I swear I was falling in love with you before I even met you.” He held my hand and then sighed. “It’s just been hard for me.” He smiled again, then looked away. “Can you please try to understand? Can you please try to give me the chance that I deserve?” He took a deep breath and I slowly nodded my head.
“I’ll try harder, Dusty.” I spoke quietly and then moved closer. “I’m sorry that I acted so immature around Emily. I just felt really threatened. Understandably. Right?” I hoped that he understood.
“It’s completely understandable. Can we just…” Dusty paused and then threw his arms around my neck. “Can we just please move forward, and try to live our lives in the present?” I could tell that he was sincere with his question. I nodded my head, wanting to do my part in making this all come out all right.
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bsp; “I think that’s a great idea. I think that we have the strength to do it, as long as we’re working together. Right?” I smiled then, realizing that Dusty truly did love me. It didn’t matter what space Emily had in his heart, or what she might initiate within him later. What mattered now was that he and I were together, and we were going to make it work. We both had the willingness to make it a success, and we both had the love that was necessary to do so. I leaned forward and gave Dusty a kiss on the cheek. Then the two of us walked, hand-in-hand, up the stairs to check on our sleeping Carter.
14. Bridgette, Maggie and Jack,
A Babysitter Romance
By: Kylie James
Bridgette, Maggie and Jack,
A Babysitter Romance
© Kylie James, 2015 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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