“Dollface,” Gray called and I left those thoughts and focused on him. “I see what you’re thinkin’ and I know you’re fired up to collect all the family you can get. But her stupid decision meant I didn’t have a mother for twelve years. She left my Dad but she also left me. One thing, as a wife, to have fucked up but understandable reasons to leave your husband. Another, as a mother, to have fucked up and not understandable reasons to leave behind your child. Maybe I got it in me to work with her to move past that, maybe I don’t. But don’t get your hopes up.”
“Okay,” I agreed because he was very right.
But I still had my hopes and Gray knew it because he grinned, giving me the dimple.
Then his eyes changed, my body responded to the change and they dropped to my mouth a second before they came back to mine and he pressed deeper into me as his face got closer.
“Now, you got a choice seein’ as this is a rerun, I don’t like this show anyway, you do. Still, I’m not watchin’ it and that means neither are you. Instead, you got the choice of takin’ my cock in your mouth then in you right here or doin’ it in the bedroom. We move, when we get up there, I want you on your knees in front of me. Either way, you got a second to decide.”
I didn’t need a second.
I’d been on my knees in front of Gray once before and I’d liked it. It was hot.
“Upstairs,” I whispered breathily.
He gave me the dimple again and I knew he knew what my answer would be. This was likely because, when he fucked my mouth when I was on my knees in front of him, it turned me on so much he barely got me to my back on the bed and thrust into me before I came. And when I came, I did it hard and I did it long.
Then I lost the dimple when he kissed me. And when he did, he did it hard and he did it long.
Then we went up to our room, lost our clothes and I gained my knees.
And I was pleased to find do-overs were no less hot.
Chapter Thirty-Five
I Still Want You to Take Mine
Four months later…
“Honey! We’re going to miss our reservation!” I called up the stairs to Gray who was changing into his suit.
Or at least I hoped he was. I heard the shower go off ten minutes ago and my man was not a man who primped.
“Be down in a minute, darlin’!” Gray shouted back, I sighed and walked on my high heels into the kitchen.
It was October and it was my birthday and we should have left the house in order to make our reservation at Jenkins five minutes ago.
Gray had gone into town and came back late. Now we were running late.
And I was hungry.
The last four months, things had settled on the land and in Mustang.
The barn was up, painted red with white trim and it was old-fashioned like the last one was. That one was old-fashioned because it was old; this one was because that was what Gray wanted it to be.
It was also enormous.
Seeing as horse breeding was the family business, the other one was too and had twenty-six stalls.
But this one had thirty, a big tack room, a big feed room and a hayloft complete with the pulley outside and double doors with criss-cross white boards on them that led to it.
I loved it because it looked awesome, because my man built it with his own hands, because I got to watch him do that and because, with it being there, it was easier to forget how the old one ceased to be.
And last, because Gray and I had broken in the hayloft by repeating history, kind of, as this time, he got his own treat.
It was awesome.
The peach crop came in and Gray taught me to hire and I helped him manage the dozen workers who worked right alongside Gray and me. It was mindless work, hours of it, but with the smell of peaches all around, the summer sun kissing your skin at times, the shade of the trees offering relief at others and cheerful banter (though most of it was in Spanish, a language I didn’t know, still, it was cheerful), there were worse things to do. Gray had replanted the lost trees but it would be awhile before they bore fruit and his new growth also wasn’t there. Still, his crop earned a load, so much I was surprised. Then again, he had a huge orchard so I supposed I shouldn’t be.
It was fun when it began but I was happy when it was over.
Gray contacted the Bureau of Land Management who manages the wild mustang herds and he adopted ten more mustangs.
Yes, ten, putting our number over twenty straight to twenty-three.
Shim, Roan and Whit went with him to go get them and they all worked to help him break them and train them. It was fascinating and slightly scary to sit on our porch swing, eyes pointed to the corral where the boys did this. But if I didn’t know already, what with watching my man jump bareback on a horse and control the thing without any reins, this proved irrevocably he was all cowboy mostly because he got thrown often (the scary part), didn’t seem to mind a bit and the best part, he wore chaps.
No joke.
Chaps.
It.
Was.
Hot.
Seriously.
Until I saw Gray wearing them, I would have told you I was not a girl to get turned on by a man in chaps.
Then I saw Gray wearing them.
Suffice it to say, after day one of watching Gray working the horses wearing chaps, I didn’t care he’d spent hours being bucked off the backs of those beings. That night, I worked Gray and it was clear he didn’t mind being ridden hard after a day of riding.
He didn’t mind it a bit.
After the Brothers Cody got their shit together and got their asses to the retirement home, saw their Mom, the state she was in but the care she was being given, Gray got a welcome surprise and that surprise was not prompted by me (directly, unless, of course, you counted my rant).
This started with Olly who was clearly driven to do it by Macy and I knew this because her eyes mentally whipped his ass straight into our kitchen where he presented Gray with a check for fifty thousand dollars. It wasn’t what I thought he owed but it was something. Frank followed a week later with the same.
Charlie was still a holdout mainly because, in Frank’s words, “He’s a piss-ant. Always was, always will be.” Though I knew Olly, Frank and Macy were working him to do the same or at least offer something.
Gray took them and paid them directly on the note which more than halved what he owed. When my year was up on what I paid on the loan, we’d again face his hefty payment but it would take half as long to pay it off. Further, Frank informed Gray that if Grandma Miriam’s stay went beyond what I’d paid, the Brothers Cody would be seeing to it from there on in.
So that was all good.
And the other good was that there were no more fires, no more poisoned horses and no more diseased trees.
There was nothing, not from Buddy or Cecily.
Not just for Gray and me but for everyone in Mustang. Buddy and Cecily had their home outside Mustang but they lived their lives mostly in the next county and did their business in Elk. Gray and I had seen them and their daughters (who were very cute) at the cinema but other than that, I’d not seen them and others didn’t either. They didn’t go to Plack’s, the diner, The Rambler, The Alibi, Jenkins, Hayes, the pharmacy, nothing.
Courtney, too, had disappeared and she’d one-upped the Sharps by moving to Denver. When it all went down with Gray’s barn and then her participation was leaked by (my guess) Norrie, she’d been in the throes of a nasty divorce to a guy the town actually liked. He got the town, she, when everyone found out what a true bitch she was, got the hell out of it.