Rustic Hearts

Sophie

 

After Elle and I clean up most of the mess we made out front, Braxton takes a hose to the tarp, and he and Emmett put it away. I place the pumpkins on the steps leading up the porch and add candles, so they glow.

Braxton comes, sits on the first step, and watches as I light the last one.

“Thank you for helping,” I say as I close the top.

“Well, I was promised pie.”

“Is that right?”

I stand and start up the steps. He wraps his hand around my calf to stop my progress.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

I run inside, and Aunt Doreen and Madeline are in the kitchen.

“Where are the pies?” I ask as I grab a fork from the drawer.

“In the refrigerator on the back porch,” Aunt Doreen answers.

“Thanks.”

I grab a pie and a can of whipped cream from the refrigerator and walk back through the kitchen. They watch me the entire time, but neither asks what I’m doing.

I make it back out to the front porch, and Braxton is right where I left him.

I take a seat beside him and remove the foil from the top of the pie.

Then, I shake the whipped cream can and spray small circles on top of it. I set the can down and turn to Braxton. “Your dessert, sir.”

He takes the pie from my hand and holds it as I stick the fork right in the center and dig in. I take the big bite and moan as I chew.

His eyes never leave my mouth.

I dig in again, and this time, I turn the fork for him to take the bite.

He does, and I smile as he swallows.

“You like it?”

“Uh-huh,” he replies.

I take another bite, and he brings his hand to the side of my face and swipes a tiny bit of the cream from the corner of my mouth. Then, he licks his finger.

I imagine him licking whipped cream off other body parts, and a shiver runs through me. He notices.

He sets the pie aside. Then, he twists to pick me up from my seat and plants me in his lap. I’m straddling him, and his hand cups my ass and moves me against him.

I gasp.

He brings one hand up, fists it in my hair, and pulls me to his mouth. Then, he runs his tongue across my bottom lip, and I plant my lips on his.

I don’t know how long we kiss, but at some point, I feel him grow hard beneath me, and I start moving my hips against him, bearing down harder and harder to feel the friction I need.

He finally can take no more and halts my movements by gripping my hips.

I let out a little cry of protest, and he stands with me in his lap and picks me up.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.” He starts walking to his front door.

“Braxton, they’re going to see us.” I look back at the light coming from the kitchen window where I can still see Madeline and Aunt Doreen moving around.

“Don’t care,” he says as he takes the steps two at a time.

He grabs the handle, opens the door, and kicks it closed behind us. In a few long strides, he has me tossed on the bed and is over top of me.

He undoes his jeans, and then he sits on the bed and pulls me on top of him. We are nose-to-nose, and he reaches between us to my jeans and pops the button. He seals his mouth to mine. We are in the exact same position as we were on the steps. Me straddling him, except this time, his cock is free, and he’s unzipping my pants.

His hand finds me, and I lean back to give him full access.

“Wet for me,” he groans as he slides his finger in my entrance and then another.

“Right there,” I breathe as he starts pumping in and out.

I move against him until he hits the exact spot I need, and I ride his hand.

“That’s it. Look at me, Princess. I want to see your face as you come.”

I give him my eyes, and I try to focus on him as the first wave hits me, but I close my eyes and lean back further, so I can get him deeper. He brings his thumb to my clit and strokes, and I tumble over the edge as pleasure overtakes me.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as I come down from my high.

Then, he bucks his hips and twists until I land on my back on the bed. He tugs my jeans down my legs, and a moment later, he is inside me.

He takes his time. Building me up and then bringing me back down. He leisurely makes love to me. He kisses my forehead, my eyes, and my nose. He nips at my earlobe, and it drives me wild. I want him to go faster and harder, but he controls the pace.

When I can finally take no more, I demand, “Harder, Braxton. I’m so close. I need it harder, baby.”

He dips his head and bites at my nipple, and I buck off the bed. Then, he grins.

“Yes, ma’am.”

And he finally starts drilling into me until my toes curl as the sensation shoots from my core, and I scream his name into the room. He arches his back as he releases with me.

We lie there, naked, me against his chest, and he plays with my hair in the darkness.

“We probably shouldn’t have come up here while everyone was still awake,” I say as I try to figure out how I’m going to explain where we ran off to.

“You started it on the porch,” he accuses.

I raise my head. “I did not. You pulled me into your lap, remember?”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who pulled that whipped cream stunt.”

I did do that.

“I was trying to feed you your dessert,” I say i

“You were trying to tease me, Princess.”

“Are you going to miss me when I leave?” I blurt out of nowhere.

He considers me for a second.

“Never mind. I shouldn’t have asked that.”

I try to hide my face from him as mortification washes over me for putting him on the spot.

He lifts my chin with two fingers and looks at me. “I’ll sure miss your pie.” He grins.

I grab the pillow at my back and smack him with it as he laughs while I struggle to pull back and strike him again.

He snatches the pillow from my grasp and asks, “What about you? Are you going to miss anything around here?”

“I’ll miss lots of things. I’m going to miss the hell out of Huckleberry and Hawkeye,” I tease.

He flips me to my back. “That damn dog trumps me every time.”

He kisses me again, and I proceed to show rather than tell him how much I’m going to miss him. Then, we finally let a very put-out Hawkeye out of the bathroom, and he settles in with us.

I wake up with his arms around me, and I feel his morning erection on my backside.

“What time is it?” I ask as he slides his hand around to caress my breast.

“Early. I have to get out to the cattle.”

“Oh,” I say as I back up and push myself closer to him.

His hand travels down between my legs, and I spread for him and open myself in invitation.

He finds my opening and gently slides into me, making love to me from behind.

“I like having you in my bed in the morning,” he says as he buries his face in my neck.

“Me too,” I manage to get out before I spasm around him.

He lies with me a little longer before he gets up, and I hear the shower start. I drift back off to sleep.

When I wake up again, Hawkeye and I are tightly tucked in, and there is a fire dancing in the fireplace. I’m warm and comfortable and satiated. I pull Hawk closer and snuggle his little body.

I finally get up after sleeping in the longest I have since I arrived in Colorado. I take a quick shower and dress, and then I look to make sure the coast is clear and head toward the house.