by Piper Frost
"You're a natural," I whisper, wrapping my arms around her.
"I watched you enough."
"And all that time I thought you were checking my ass out, you were just studying how to get off a horse." I laugh and wrap an arm around her shoulders, heading for the house.
The minute the door closes behind her my lips are on her. I pull her shirt off then place my hat back on her head. She bites her lip and shimmies out of her jeans before stepping back into her boots and winks.
"Come on, cowboy," she says, pushing past me and all I see is her ass in those lace fucking underwear as she walks past me and up the stairs.
I rush upstairs to find her already on the bed, boots still on, hat tipped and a smirk on her face. With her legs spread, she locks eyes with me and trails her fingertips down her stomach and between her legs.
"Hold that thought," I blurt, rushing downstairs and grabbing my phone. When I make it back up she's rolling her eyes, but I take the fuckin' picture anyway. "That's my new phone screen." I grin, tossing my phone aside and staring at her. "You're sexy as fuck, city girl."
She laughs. "Brandt, you cannot make that your screen." She gets to her knees, reaching for me.
"I can and I damn well will." I laugh, locking her body to mine as we kneel on the bed together. "That's a fuckin' dream, sweetheart. I won't ever get enough of seein' you in boots." I press my lips to hers, tracing her lips with my tongue. She moans and reaches her hand down my unbuttoned jeans and I nip her lip while she pushes them off, following with her shirt.
We fucked in New York, but it wasn't anything this needy. It's like being home has lit a fire under her and brought back the sex-hungry girl that she was before she left. I push her panties off, pulling them over the boots because there's no fuckin' way I'm letting her take these off right now. Next comes the bra, because as nice as it looks on her, I like her tits ready for my mouth whenever I please.
"Hands up," I whisper, lifting her up and making her belt out a yelp until she realizes what I have in store for her.
Her thighs rest on my shoulders and her hands grip the beam that runs across the vaulted ceiling in my room. Holding her steady, I lick a long stroke up her core and she moans, one hand slipping to my head to steady us.
"Like that, city girl?" My fuckin' face is buried in her pussy and I'm in goddamn heaven right now.
"Fuck, Brandt," she moans. "Who the fuck you been practicing with?" She growls until I lick her again and she moans louder.
"Tumblr." I chuckle, pressing my lips to her clit, then licking gently. "A man gets real bored with his fuckin' hand real fast. I needed somethin' to bide the time till you got your head outta your ass and came home." My hands shift and grip her ass, holding her up while I rotate from licking to gently sucking. Her breathing becomes more erratic and she grinds on my face.
"We need to review Tumblr together," she pants. "Fuck, fuck, I'm going to come already, farm boy." Her thighs start to clamp around my head and that sweet vibration starts.
I don't relent, I suck and flick my tongue until she bursts, almost slipping, but I grip her tightly while her body shakes and she strings out curses. Slowly, I let her slide down, pressing my lips to hers when she makes it back down to me. She's hungry for more as her hand strokes my dick and I groan. I shift on top of her, letting my tongue trace it's way down to her tits while her hand grips my dick and pumps hard.
"Roll over," I grunt.
She hesitantly releases my dick and rolls to her stomach, looking over her shoulder at me while she reaches her hand back to stroke me again.
I line myself up with her and push in, letting my hands roam her ass. She moans and pushes back to me when I slam into her again. I pump into her, then lick my thumb and press it over her ass.
"One day, Jo," I promise, pushing just enough to drive her crazy.
She whimpers in pleasure, pushing a little harder against my thumb. "Don't stop."
So I don't. I fuck her hard, breaking a fucking sweat and hitting her so deep she's screaming, but I can't stop. My thumb pushes into her more and I feel my orgasm starting just as she starts to tighten around my dick. "Fuck, Jo," I moan, slamming into her harder and harder. She reaches down between her legs, gripping my balls and I squeeze my eyes closed at the start of my orgasm. "Fuck, Jo!" It shreds me in the best fucking way and hers follows as soon as mine starts. Everything in the room is spinning as I come down from that and I collapse on the bed next to her, sweaty, panting, and so fucking happy.
"Holy fuck, I love you, city girl." I pull her to me, out of breath.
She shifts to rest on my chest. "I think I'm more of a country girl," she whispers, trailing her finger over my stomach.
"I like the sound of that."
We fall asleep twisted together, finally where we belong.
"Do you want the smoky look?" I ask Crystal, Donna's old hairdresser from town as she sits in my salon chair.
It took a little over a year but me and Donna opened City Girl Salon inside Donna's place because she had more than enough room. I get more customers a week than the salon in town ever had. Hell, you know business is good if the old salon owner starts coming to you.
"Do it like you had your makeup at Janette’s wedding, Jo."
My wide eyes flash to Donna who's withholding her laugh. I may be a country girl now, but I still have my old style and it's the last thing I thought this old southern belle would ever ask for.
"Let's do li—" I pause and tense up, my hand going to my stomach. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I exhale through my mouth and glance at Donna but she's not paying attention.
That was the third one in the past hour. I glance at the clock. Brandt's probably milking the cows. I need to hold this off as long as I can, but this is happening soon.
"Light grey, just in case," I continue then step around the chair to grab primer. "Close your eee-oh god." The splash hits the tiled floor and Donna turns around.
"What'd you spill?"
I stare at the puddle at my feet. "My water."
"I’ll grab the mop."
"Mom, my water broke!" I blurt and full-blown panic takes over.
While Donna grabs me and starts walking me out the door, I'm dialing Brandt, because hell no am I having our baby without him at my side. We had a week left but apparently this little girl wants to share her daddy's birthday.
"Yeah, beautiful?" He sounds busy, and there are noisy cows in the background.
"How's your birthday so far, farm boy?" I exhale heavily, trying to remain calm so he doesn't panic.
"Could you not remind me it's my birthday?" He grunts and curses something under his breath. "Shit, sorry. You know today's not a good day. I'm sorry."
"Brandt Michael Kenshaw, this is your goddamn birthday and you're going to enjoy it." Donna guides me into the guest bathroom at her place and hits the water on the tub. "I have a present for you and you're gonna bring your ass in this house right now and get it. Now, Brandt, I mean it." I grit my teeth as a contraction hits and grunt into the phone.
"Jo?" he blurts but I can't answer right now. "Jo, what the hell's happening over there?"
That contraction gave me a taste of what's to come and I can't talk anymore, I hang up and kneel on all fours, starting my breathing exercises. I've been practicing for this but I'm not fucking ready.
"Mom," I exhale. "Crystal has to be at her daughter’s shower in two hours. Think you can finish her makeup?"
"Jolene!" she gasps, offended I just asked that and I look at her, trying to bite back anger caused by the tightening of my stomach.
"The only person I want in this bathroom is Brandt, mom, I'm sorry, but we talked about this."
Sadness takes over her face, but I don't give a damn. She's constantly stepping over boundaries and we keep our mouths shut. Brandt and me talked about this, though, and I only want him here helping me through this.
"You sure?”
"Positive," I grit out as another contraction hits.
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bsp; "Well, where is that boy then?" she snaps and helps me remove my dress and get into the tub.
"Jo?" Brandt yells. I hear the door slam and he yells again, probably climbing the stairs two at a time. "What the hell's happening?" he blurts, making it into the bathroom with a wild look on his face.
I meekly smile then my brows dip. He's hated his birthday ever since everything that happened with his brother on their birthday.
"Happy birthday, daddy," I moan out the last of my words as a contraction hits. "Brandt, please," I whimper and hold my hand out for him.
He rushes to my side, pushing past my mom and takes my hand. "You're serious?" He glances back at my mom. "This is really happening?" His eyes are so wide they could pop out. "You're havin' our baby on my birthday?" The smile that lights up his face doesn't make the pain go away, but it helps the nerves.
"Seems like she's gonna be as pushy as her daddy," Donna says. "If y’all need me, I won't be far. Don't hesitate. I'm gonna go gather grandpa, because we're too excited to meet our grandbaby." She grins and her smile makes me smirk.
"Thanks, mom," I exhale then look at Brandt as she closes the door. "You remember what to do?" My grip tightens on his hand. "This is happening too fast," I moan.
He grabs a rag and wets it, ringing it out and placing it on my forehead, then kisses me. "I'm right here, and I know what to do. You're fine. It's gonna be perfect, Jo. You’re going to do great."
His smile soothes me and I clear my head, remembering everything my midwife told us.
"Happy birthday, daddy and Annie, happy birthday to you," we sing and Brandt bends, helping Annie blow out the number five candle on their cake. "Happy birthday, farm boy." I wrap my arm around him and put my hand on Annie's shoulder while my mom shows her it's okay to eat the cake with her fingers before anyone else gets a piece.
"Donna," Brandt laughs but lets it happen anyway. He presses his lips to my forehead. "Thanks for making this the best day ever, every year for the past five years." He hugs me tighter to his side. "And now, princess!" He picks up Annie before she's covered in cake. "Present time!"
I look up at him skeptical. I have no doubts she'll be a pro like her dad, but that doesn't mean I'm not worried about my baby girl's safety. Because like her daddy, she's fearless.
I follow behind the crew as everyone heads outside toward the barn. When Annie came, we started spending their birthday with all our close friends and she's inundated with love and affection from everywhere.
Brandt's excited smile beams and I can't wait to give him his actual present tonight.
"Alright, princess!" He beams at her. "You gotta close your eyes, okay?"
She squeals and jumps in her spot, then I help hold her hands over her eyes and he can't wipe the excitement from his face as he heads to the small barn door and opens it. A few of our friends that didn't know what he got her all make the awe-ing sounds that are typical when you give a cowgirl her first pony. When we let Annie open her eyes, her scream and laughter are the best noise either of us have ever heard.
"Happy birthday, baby!" Brandt says, swinging her up and setting her on it.
I love every minute of both their happiness, but I see a lot of bumps and bruises coming from this. She roped her first calf just last week, and a day later when dad turned his back, she was trying to rope a steer. Uncle Bo would have been proud, if that asshole would ever come back to meet her. He’s too famous for us now, making it big competing with the pro bull riders. Brandt still misses him though, but he’s got this little hellion to keep him busy. After she found a beehive and brought it to me to ask what it was, bees swarming the damn thing, I swore I was moving us off the ranch and to the city where the ranch life couldn’t kill her, but I'd never leave this place again. Both my loves belong in the country and I belong where they are.
"Brandt, hold her." I’m not trying to be overbearing or pushy because he's more than capable of taking care of our little girl, but she also knows how to play her daddy to get what she wants.
"You want me to duct tape her to the saddle?" He quirks an eyebrow at me. "She'll be fine, city girl." He helps her down, all while Annie goes on about naming this thing Princess, just like her daddy calls her. Daddy sure has this little girl spoiled rotten.
“She better be, farm boy,” I quietly threaten with a scowl until his lips hit mine.
“Right, daddy?” Annie asks, but Brandt wasn’t paying attention while he was kissing me, but just like the amazing dad he is, he turns to his princess and gives her his attention again.
I never thought I could love the south, but home is where your heart is.
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