Reverse Cowgirl

by Chance Carter

  Autumn looked up too.

  He looked at her and shrugged.

  “It’s your cell,” she said.

  Of course. He hadn’t used it in so long he’d forgotten it even worked, but it was sitting on the windowsill in the kitchen, permanently plugged in, and someone was calling.

  He felt a pang of apprehension as he picked it up. He looked at the screen, expecting to see Lacey’s number or one of the brothers, but it was an unrecognized number.

  “Hello?” he said.

  The voice on the other end was strained and tense. “Can I speak to Autumn Lane please?”

  “Who’s calling?” Grady said, walking over to the table where Autumn was still sitting with Destiny on her lap.

  “It’s her Aunt Shirley.”

  A shudder of emotion ran through him. He knew instinctively why she was calling. He looked at Autumn and realized she was about to receive the hardest news of her young life. It wouldn’t destroy her, she’d get through it, but she’d be devastated. He knew that.

  She made to get up but he shook his head.

  “Stay there,” he said, taking the baby from her.

  “Who’s on the phone?”

  “It’s your Aunt Shirley.”

  Autumn’s eyes rolled and he realized she had no idea what was coming. He smiled at her gently and put his arms around her as he handed her the phone. He crouched next to her chair and held her tight, too tight, and she was probably wondering what he was doing as she took the phone.

  “Aunt Shirley?” she said, her voice light and carefree.

  He held her tighter, and as the news reached her ear, he felt the sadness flood into her body.

  “Oh,” she said.

  He pulled her tight against his chest, Destiny in one arm and the other around her.

  “When? When did it happen?”

  He pressed her tighter against him. He’d never let go. She was really his now, his alone, every bit as much as Destiny was, and that was a responsibility he didn’t take lightly.

  “I’ve got you,” he whispered as she began quivering in his arms.

  She let the phone fall onto the table as she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him.

  “I’ve got you, Autumn. I’ve got you.”

  CHAPTER 42

  GRADY

  The funeral was held a few days later at the church Mrs. Lane had attended her entire life. It was a somber affair, well attended by the community, and the priest gave a stirring eulogy. After the mass, everyone filed outside to the cemetery for the burial. Grady held Autumn, his arms wrapped tightly around her as the soil fell on the coffin.

  After, there was a small reception at Autumn’s childhood home.

  Autumn and her aunt took care of the catering, making sure there were sandwiches, tea, coffee, potato salad, chips and dip, and even a few bottles of good Scottish whiskey for all the guests. Mrs. Lane’s friends, relatives and neighbors mulled around the living room, offering their condolences to Autumn and her aunt, making small talk, remembering details from Mrs. Lane’s life that they imagined were comforting.

  Grady watched Autumn carefully, staying out of the way with the baby but ready and available if she needed him. He was proud of her. She handled herself very well, maintaining a calm composure in the face of her grief.

  It wasn’t until after everyone had gone home that she allowed herself the luxury of crying.

  “I know,” Grady said as Autumn’s tears fell freely. “I know.”

  “I just wasn’t ready to say goodbye,” Autumn said.

  “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

  “She was my best friend, Grady. The best friend I ever had in my life. At least until you came along.”

  He didn’t know what to say so he just held her more tightly and let her cry into his neck.

  “She was so young.”

  “I’m so proud of you, Autumn,” he said. “You took care of her, made sure she had the best treatment, and she died knowing she raised a good daughter.”

  “I hope so,” Autumn said. “I just wish I could have had a few more years with her. She would have been so happy to see our relationship, Grady. To see our little cabin in the woods. Think what she would have said when I told her we were getting married.”

  “She would have been thrilled.”

  “Now she’ll never know the happiness I found.”

  “Oh, she knew, Autumn. She saw all this coming.”

  “What?”

  Grady nodded. “Last time we were here, when I was alone with her, she made it quite clear she knew where things were headed.”

  “And was she happy about it?”

  “She was,” Grady said, scooping her up and bringing her to the bed.

  He lay her down on top of the blankets and lay down next to her.

  “She really knew this was coming?”

  “She was a smart woman, Autumn. She knew you better than you’ll ever know yourself.”

  “I guess that’s true,” Autumn said.

  “She was happy because she knew you would never be alone after she was gone.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, and she was right.”

  “Was she?”

  Grady nodded. “That, I can promise you, Autumn Lane. You will never be alone. Not as long as my heart beats.”

  Autumn began to cry again but there was less sadness in her now. Grady held her as tightly as he could. If he could have taken her pain he would have.

  They lay on the bed that way for a long time, Autumn drifting in and out of sleep, exhausted after the events of the day. While she slept, Grady felt more love for her, and a stronger protective instinct, than he’d ever felt. He wanted to keep every bad thing that could ever happen from her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and keep her there forever.

  She stirred in her sleep and it felt as if her ass pressed harder against his groin. His cock throbbed, the warmth of her body arousing his desire. He brought his hands to her breasts and began to squeeze them gently. She stirred again.

  “Grady,” she sighed. “Take me.”

  Silently, he pulled up the hem of her black dress and pulled down her lace panties. She lifted her weight, making it easier for him.

  With his hands still on her breasts, he buried his face in her hair and breathed in her sweet scent. She spread her legs slightly and he reached down and opened his pants.

  “Do it,” she sighed.

  He slid his hard cock into her waiting pussy, going deep inside her. He pulled back and thrust forward again, holding her in place, his strong hands on her breasts. They both came within seconds, his cum pouring into her body in a sticky, hot mess that they knew would glue them together forever.

  They fell into a deep sleep and didn’t wake until Destiny began fussing in the morning.

  Grady got up and took Destiny from the room, letting Autumn sleep in. He knew she needed the rest.

  They were in Mrs. Lane’s small house and Shirley was staying there too.

  She was downstairs in the kitchen when Grady got there and she poured him some coffee.

  “How did you sleep?” she said.

  “Like a dead man.”

  Her eyebrows rose, disapproving of the reference to death so soon after a funeral, and Grady cleared his throat.

  “Like a baby, I should say,” he said, but it was too late.

  “I suppose you and my niece will be looking to sell this house as soon as possible,” she said.

  “I don’t know a thing about that,” Grady said.

  “Well, you might as well know, you’re timing has been impeccable. My sister had her will amended after your visit. She left everything to you and Autumn together.”

  “Why would she do that?”

  “You tell me,” Shirley said.

  “I’m sure I don’t know,” Grady said, getting ready for an argument.

  He didn’t know Shirley well but he knew enough to know she got jealous easily and that she wouldn’t take it well that
he and Autumn were getting probably the only valuable piece of property in the entire Lane family.

  “Sure you do. I saw you and my sister talking conspiratorially when you came to visit. What were you doing? Cutting a deal?”

  “A deal is the last thing we were cutting.”

  “What did she offer you? Pay for her hospital treatment and propose to her destitute daughter in exchange for a free house?”

  “I have zero interest in a free house, Shirley. I assure you of that.”

  “But you’re going to marry Autumn, aren’t you?”

  “I reckon that’s something for me and Autumn to decide without you.”

  “Oh, you’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you? You’ve got this all planned out.”

  Grady rolled his eyes. Stealing her family inheritance was about as far from his mind as a thing could be. During his years in the Brotherhood he’d taken part in so many high-stakes robberies that he’d managed to amass a fortune that would make Shirley’s eyes water. The house wouldn’t even cover his accountant’s bill for the year. It certainly wasn’t on his radar.

  He heard a sound from the door and looked up to see Autumn coming down, still dressed in her pajamas. She looked well rested and a lot less emotionally vulnerable than she had the day before. He knew his assurances that she’d never be alone, that she’d have him forever, and that her mother had died knowing it, had comforted her.

  His mind flashed over the orgasm he’d had inside her a few hours earlier and he gave her a quick wink.

  Autumn gave him a smile, but she made sure her aunt didn’t see it.

  “Aunt Shirley?” she said.

  Shirley looked at Autumn.

  “Yes?”

  “The lawyer gave me a document. I know my mother left this house to me and Grady.”

  “It just doesn’t make a bit of sense to me,” Shirley said. “My family has nothing. Not one of us is secure. And yet she left this house to you. You, who left us all for destitute when you started your fancy new life in Montana.”

  “I did not leave you for destitute. I went to help pay the doctor’s bills.”

  “And Grady? He’s a complete stranger.”

  “Grady’s going to be my husband, Aunt Shirley, so you might as well start treating him like a member of the family.”

  “Your husband?”

  Grady smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Shirley’s lip quivered. Grady felt sympathy for her. She was an insecure woman, petty and jealous, and with her sister’s death, she must have felt as if her world was falling down around her.

  “I suppose congratulations are in order,” Shirley said.

  “Thank you,” Autumn said, but there was a firmness in her voice that everyone knew hadn’t been there before.

  It was a strength. All her life, Shirley had been able to count on Autumn deferring to her, even when she was trying to bully her. Autumn had been a complete pushover. But now, just when her principal protector had died, she’d found a strength of her own and wouldn’t be pushed around by her aunt.

  “Now,” Autumn continued, “there’s no need for you to get your panties in a twist. My mother left this house to me and Grady because she saw something in him, something in my relationship with him, even before I did. She knew he and I were going to end up together, even if I couldn’t see it, and she was entirely within her rights to leave her property to him and to me.”

  “But …” Shirley said.

  “But,” Autumn said, holding up her hand, “obviously I need this property a lot less than if I was alone.”

  “Yes,” Shirley said, as if Autumn had plucked the idea straight from her mind.

  “I’ve got Grady and he’s got me. Neither of us is ever going to be alone or destitute. We’ll provide each other with our own security in the world. And that’s why we’re going to sign this house over to you. You need it to look after yourself and your family, and I know my mother would have been happy knowing you were safe.”

  “Oh, Autumn,” Shirley said, her eyes filling with tears.

  “I love you, Aunt Shirley.”

  “Oh, Autumn,” she said again, crossing the room and embracing her niece. “I know I’ve been hard on you. I know I’ve been mean at times. Believe me when I say that’s not because of anything you ever did wrong. It was just my own issue. My own weakness. And I took it out on you.”

  “It’s okay, Aunt Shirley. You’re family and I’ll always love you.”

  “You’ll forgive me for being horrible?”

  Autumn held her aunt tight and Grady knew she was taking on a role in her family she’d never known while her mother was alive. She was growing up right in front of his eyes and it made him love her even more, if that was possible.

  “There’s nothing to forgive,” Autumn said, her eye catching Grady’s.

  He winked at her.

  CHAPTER 43

  AUTUMN

  As Autumn sat next to Grady on the drive home to Montana, she felt like a completely new person. Gone was the girl she’d been her entire life. Gone were the fears and worries she’d grown up with. Gone was the sense of loneliness she’d always had, the craving to have a father in her life.

  The hard part was that her mother was gone too. That left an ache in her heart and an emptiness.

  Luckily she had Grady. All she had to do was look to her side and there he was, strong and sure and present. With him next to her, she knew she’d never really be alone.

  “That was a nice thing you did for your aunt back there,” Grady said, bringing her out of her thoughts.

  “It was the right thing,” she said.

  Grady nodded.

  “I know my mother would have given me everything in the world if she could, but she’d also want me to help out a family member if I had more than I needed.”

  Grady reached over and took her hand in his. Their hands rested in her lap as he drove and she felt such a comfort, such a love in her heart, and she knew her mother would have been happy.

  She looked out the window and wondered if her mother was looking down on her at that very minute. Was she happy for her? Did she believe in this new life her daughter was embarking on?

  She knew the answer was yes.

  “I love you,” she said quietly, still looking out the window.

  Grady squeezed her hand and she knew he felt the same way about her.

  They drove on, passing mile after mile of highway, and the further they got from her hometown, the less grief she felt at her mother’s passing. She’d never forget her mother for as long as she lived, and she’d never stop missing her or feeling the loss of her presence in her life, but with the new life she had to look forward to, she felt that she’d be able to think fondly of her mother without being overcome.

  “Want to stop and get something to eat?” Grady said.

  She nodded and they pulled into a highway service area. She got out with the baby and went into the restaurant while Grady filled the car with gas. She took a booth by the window where she could look out at him as he pumped the gas.

  “Is that your man?” a voice said from behind her.

  Autumn looked up to see a waitress, about her mother’s age but in much better health, looking down at her.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The waitress nodded in what appeared to be approval.

  “And that’s your baby?”

  “She is now,” Autumn said, unsure why this waitress was looking for so many answers.

  “She is now?”

  Autumn nodded. “I didn’t give birth to her, but I’m marrying her father and I’m the only mother she’s got.”

  The waitress nodded. “Well, you know what the Lord says about that?”

  Autumn felt a pang of worry. She was afraid the waitress was going to scold her, to make some comment on her decision to be with a man who had a child already, maybe judge her for getting so involved before being married.

  “No,” she said nervously. “I don’t.”


  “He says anyone who raises the child of another, raises a child of mine.”

  Relief poured through Autumn.

  “You have a child of your own?” she said to the waitress.

  “I did.”

  “You did?”

  “She passed on.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

  “Happened a long time ago,” the waitress said. “She’d have been about your age now if she lived.”

  Autumn nodded. “My mother just passed on. We just buried her.”

  The waitress nodded as if she already knew this information. Autumn had a very strange feeling about the woman. It was like she knew everything that was going on in the farthest depths of Autumn’s heart just by looking at her.

  “If you were my daughter, I’d be right proud to see you with a man like that, raising a little baby like this,” she said.

  Autumn looked up into her eyes and felt tears forming.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  The waitress nodded as if she’d just said the most ordinary thing in the world, then left two menus on the table and walked away.

  Grady came right at that moment and sat down.

  “I washed the windscreen,” he said as he picked up the menu.

  “I watched you,” Autumn said, “with that waitress.”

  “What waitress?”

  “The one who was standing here when you arrived.”

  Grady looked puzzled.

  “No one was standing here when I came up.”

  “Yeah, that older lady,” Autumn said, turning to point her out.

  But she couldn’t find her. She wasn’t anywhere in the restaurant. Not out front or in the back.

  “Strange,” Autumn said, shaking her head.

  Grady shrugged. “It’s been a big couple of days.”

  Autumn nodded.

  “What are you getting?” she said, changing the subject.

  Grady smiled at the thought of food. “The steak. You?”

  “Same,” she said.

  A different waitress came by to take their orders and Autumn wondered if she’d imagined the conversation with the older woman. She couldn’t say for certain.

  They both ordered coffee and looked at each other over the steaming cups as they waited for the food.

  “You sure are pretty,” Grady said.

  Autumn let out a little laugh. “You always say that.”