I've been in New York a few weeks now. I'm miserably missing home, but I'm trying my hardest not to let it show and to learn to make this foreign place comfortable. Everywhere I go people think I’m a tourist so I’m treated like a nuisance. Either that or the people here are just a hell of a lot meaner than people at home.
It's the people. There's so fuckin' many of them and they're so goddamned rude.
"Think if I go to this interview in these boots they'll kick me out?" I smirk at Jo from across the room and she rolls her eyes. "That's a yes?"
"I think they'd be lucky to have you." That’s all I get out of her. Lately she hasn't been up for much conversation. She got a job at a factory and works more than I'd like her to.
"What's goin' on with you lately?" I walk over to her and try to get her to look at me, but it's no use when she huffs and walks away. "Jo. What's wrong with you?"
She turns to face me when I follow her into the bathroom. "I have to pee."
"You want me to lift the lid for ya?" I lean on the doorframe.
She cracks a smile and shakes her head. After a minute of staring at me, she pops a squat and huffs because I'm not getting out. "I love this toilet paper," she says, glancing at me.
"You do?" I laugh. "How can you love toilet paper?"
"It's soft." She wipes. "I hate this sink though." She glances at me and yanks up her pants.
"Gets the job done." I glare at it, hating it too, but I'd rather not start bitching about everything here that I hate or she'll just be more miserable than she's been lately.
"I love this soap though." She squirts some in her hand, and yet again, glances at me.
I nod. "Same shit I use at home... The ranch..." I pause and look at her. "You feeling okay?"
"Yes, I just hate Tuesdays." Turning, she faces me and folds her arms over her chest.
"They're your long days," I whisper. "I hate them too." Where's she going with all this and why's she just not talking to me like a sane person?
"I hate my job. And my boss...and the location...and the walk...and the pay." With a stressed huff she swipes her hands over her face then pushes her hair back. "But I love you," she says and wraps her arms around my neck.
"I love you too, city girl." I push my lips to hers. The taste of toothpaste still on her breath. "I'm slowly becoming your city boy. I bought my first frappa-frozen-shitty-choco-coffee thing the other day." She lets out a light laugh and I pull her tight to me. "It was horrible."
"I hate that. I don't want a city boy," she says into my chest. "And...I don't want to be a city girl in the city anymore, Brandt." She looks up at me with worry on her face.
I stare at her for what feels like forever, letting her words sink in. Slowly, a smile turns up the corners of my lips and my heart feels lighter, strangely.
"You don't want to live in the city anymore?" I bite my lip and grin, cupping her face in my hands, trying not to act too excited.
"I want to go home, Brandt, but I want us to be accepted."
"Hell, Jo," I whisper. "Everyone's ready for you to come home. They were ready the minute you walked away from me."
"Yeah." She pulls away and continues to get ready for work. "They say that, but I know how nasty people are. People are people anywhere you go. Say one thing so they're the good guy and you like them, but the minute you turn your back they’re throwing a knife in it. I don't know why the fuck I care!" she shouts and I take a step back as she starts to break down. "I shouldn't fucking care. You're all I care about and need, but I fucking hate the thought of someone thinking something bad about you, because you're perfect." Her eyes are holding tears and her bottom lip is quivering while she stares at me, loosely holding her work shirt.
"I'm not perfect, Jo." I walk over to her and take the shirt out of her hand, dropping it to the bed. "I'm so far from it. I killed my brother. Blamed it on a falling beam from the fire, but it was me. I've punched my father twice since you've been gone. Think I broke his nose this last time. I'm not proud of shit I've done, and I'm not perfect. No one is." I sit on the bed, bringing her to straddle my lap. "All I know is Donna misses you, Kinlee and the gang miss you, hell even my father wants you home. Who the fuck cares about anyone else?" I don't bother telling her about all the texts I've gotten from our friends since I sent Bo home alone. I wasn't about to bother her with telling her everyone's freaked out I'm not back yet. I’m not coming back till she does. If she's never ready to go, then neither am I.
She drops her shaking head and wipes her face before putting her hands on my shoulders. "Let's go home, farm boy," she whispers before pressing her mouth to mine.
"I've been waitin' to hear those words fall from your lips, city girl." I kiss her hard, unbuttoning my shirt. "I'm not going to the fucking job interview." I push off her pants and let her hands trail my abs. "You're not going to work today, either."
"Hell no. I quit. They probably won't even figure it out. They haven't even learned my name since I started." She smiles against my mouth. "God, things are going to be awkward on the ranch." She pushes my shirt off then moves her hands to my belt buckle.
"I think you'll be happy with how little awkwardness there'll be." I squeeze her tits and lower my lips to them. Her hand finds my dick and she hums out a moan when I pinch her nipple. "One more big city fuck before we head home?" I grin and her mouth pops into an O when I reach between her legs and slide a finger through her folds.
"Yes," she whimpers and starts to grind over my fingers. She doesn't even bother getting my pants off before she reaches down then slides over my dick, clamping her teeth onto my lip while she moans.
"Hell, Jo," I groan on her lips, holding her tight to me while her pussy grips my dick.
She wiggles her hips in small circles and moans, dropping her head to my neck. I grip her ass, huffing and trying to hold off but this new movement she's started is sending me to new heights. I'm hitting spots inside her I don't think I’ve ever hit before, and from her moans and the way her nails are digging into my back, she's just realized this too.
"Come on my dick, Jo," I whisper, latching my teeth onto the soft skin of her neck then sucking gently.
She softly says my name and starts moving a little quicker, pushing her neck toward me so I suck harder which only makes her moan louder. I feel her orgasm start and my balls tighten, wanting to go with her. It's damn hard not to flip her over and fuck her hard, but she's so goddamned sexy riding my cock until she comes that when her orgasm hits, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight to me, holding her still and pumping into her those last few thrusts.
"Fuck," I groan, releasing my orgasm into her, her pussy still clenching my dick. "Shit, woman," I pant, resting my forehead on her shoulder.
"Fuck, Brandt. I love you," she pants, kissing me hard with need.
"I fucking love you, Jo." We fall back onto the bed and I wrap my arms around her as she pushes her body as close to mine as she can get. This is what heaven is. I've been through hell the past few months, but I've finally found my heaven.
"I'm excited to breathe fresh air again," I say, wiggling my eyebrows as we wait to get off the plane. It took me twelve hours to get a flight and everything settled for the move back home, but it was all worth it. I'm finally bringing my girl home.
When I left here I was in a different state of mind, and it wasn't a good one. The city sucks, and I have no need to ever go back, but it helped me find my sanity again by finding Jo.
"I actually miss the smell of hay." She chuckles.
"Not the horse or cow shit?" I nudge her. "A new barn and the place still smells like shit."
She laughs and wraps her arms around mine as we stand. "I miss the smell of animal shit, compared to human waste in the city."
I bark out a laugh and kiss the top of her head. "I second that." I glance down at my boots. "My boots hated the city. Just sayin'."
"They're home now. We're home." She looks up at me. "And the first thing I need to do is dye my fucking hair."
"Go see Donna's lady. She's always at that damn place." And by always, I mean she practically lived there for a while when she was ready to kill my dad. No need to mention that now, though.
She rolls her eyes. "I don't need to see some old bitch that has to special order black hair dye." She shakes her head. "She told me that the one time Donna took me there. She was gonna have to special order some black because it's not a popular color. But...do you think it'd be stupid if I tried to start my own something? Like hair, nails, makeup. There're young girls in that town," she says, as if she's embarrassed.
"I think it's a great idea, Jo. Really. That old lady at the salon's a bitch. People need more options, and I think you'd be great at it." Seeing her actually want to work is new, but I love it.
"I used to be good at it." She glances at me and I see the skepticism on her face like she doesn't think she’s skilled enough for the job.
"So you'll still be good at it." I kiss her forehead as we wait for our luggage in baggage claim. "I mean I'd rather see you in jeans and cowboy boots workin’ the ranch with me. But seeing you do something you enjoy is just about as good as that. Just don't make your hours too late. I need you home and naked in bed when I get done every night."
"Demanding." She laughs. "You payin' me for it?" She winks while she points out our bags coming around.
"Damn straight I am." I grab the bags and set them down in front of her, grinning. "Sperm deposits, nightly." I wink and start walking, grinning to myself.
She shrieks my name giving me a push and when I stumble ahead, she grabs my arm and pulls me back to her side. "I'm looking forward to seeing Donna." She chuckles with a shake of her head. "And everyone else. Especially my boyfriend, Bo."
"Oh you didn't hear the news?" I glance at her. "Bo broke up with you." I shrug, making a face. "Something about you cheating on him."
Laughing, she rests her head on my arm a minute. "Whatever, there's a sexy cowboy I'm hot for. We're complete opposites, but when I wear his hat and a pair of boots, he fucks me hard, fast, and makes me squirt."
"Hell, Jo," I groan, adjusting my jeans. "You can't talk like that in public."
"Jo!" I hear Donna's voice behind us and Jo freezes, her eyes wide.
"Think they heard you?" I whisper, before turning around and smiling. "Hey, stranger." I pull Donna in for a hug before she turns toward Jo, tears in her eyes.
"I've missed you so much," she whispers, pulling Jo in for a tight squeeze and not letting go.
Jo closes her eyes and hugs her back while I wait a few minutes, wanting to get the hell out of here.
"Garrison's in the car waiting, he didn't wanna pay for parking." Donna takes a bag and starts off in the direction of the truck.
"How’s he doin’?" I ask, nervous to see him again. We didn't leave on horrible terms, but we’re definitely not as good as we used to be. Either way, he's still my father, as much of an asshole as he was, and I'm nervous what the future holds for the four of us, but I know it can only go up from here.
"He's fine. Anxious to get you two home." She puts on a bright smile for the two of us and I take Jo's hand tight in mine.
We make it to the truck and my dad hops out of the driver’s seat, rushing over to the two of us. He wraps his arms around Jo and sighs heavy. "I'm so happy you're back," he says, giving her a tight squeeze before pulling away and his eyes land on me. "Brandt."
The look on his face hurts my heart. This is my father. He fucked up, but he's trying.
"Dad." I nod, then he wraps his arms around me and I drop the bag I'm holding, wrapping my arms around him.
"I'm so happy you're home." He pats my back a few times and I pull back, clearing my throat because the emotions of coming home and being a family again has me too choked up.
"We are too." I smile at Jo who's watching us carefully. I take her hand.
The truck ride home isn't as awkward as Jo thought it would be, but it definitely seems a little forced. Donna's trying her hardest to make things not weird, but my dad keeps glancing back at us and I can't tell if he's okay with it or not, but I'm at the point of not caring. If he's not okay with it, I have the money to move us out tomorrow.
"Home sweet home," he says, sighing and throwing the truck into park. "Once y’all get settled in come on out to the barn. I got a little surprise for you." He heads for their house.
"I guess he's fine with you and I living together again." I grab our bags from the bed of the truck.
"Yeah...or he's going to string me up the second we walk into the barn. Either or." She shrugs.
"Nah. He wouldn't have gone through tryin' to find you just to bring you back and kill you." I smack her ass before heading to our front door. "Home fuckin' sweet home." I swing the door open and let her walk in before me.
She looks around before turning back to me and throwing her arms around my neck. "I'm really fuckin' happy, Brandt."
"I'm really fuckin' happy you're really fuckin' happy." I kiss the top of her head and step into the house, not stopping until I've dropped her bags upstairs in my room. "You're in my room now." I grab my hat from her hands, setting it on her head. "And you can keep this. It looks good on you."
"After we see what Garrison wants, maybe I can throw on the cowboy boots too." She grins and walks into my bathroom with one of her bags. I groan and follow her, wrapping my arms around her, and pushing her against the counter.
"Don't promise me things like that. You know I can't handle it." I nip her ear and she wiggles her ass against my dick. "If we don't go out there soon they'll come lookin'. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t wanna fuck you right here, right now, but getting caught by our parents ain’t ever on my list of things I'm okay with."
Laughing, she kisses across my jaw. "We're going to have to talk to them about things." She pulls away. "Like...maybe we'll pay for our living quarters and that means they can't just pop in." Our eyes meet in the mirror. "Because I don't want to walk on egg shells in my own house."
"I like that plan." I grip her ass and grin. "Let's get this over with so we can get back here. There's plenty of shit I need to do with you now that we're home."
"Like?" she coerces as she heads down the stairs.
"I bought more peanut butter," I say, grinning when she throws me a glance. "Hey, I told you how I like it best."
"I think it's my turn to try it out on you." She steps out the door then yelps and jerks back. "Shit," she almost screams. "Donna you scared the hell out of me."
"Mom," Donna says, her smile falling for a second.
"Mom," Jo obliges then glances back at me before looking at Donna again and blurting, "You can't do this anymore! This is our house!"
Donna's face goes to surprise and Jo covers her face because that came off like a tantrum.
"All she meant was maybe don't just walk in anymore. We're more than happy to start paying rent for the space, but you understand. We need personal space, and maybe a warning before you wanna come over, Donna." I hope she gets it and I don't have to spell it out for her that I want to fuck her daughter on every surface of my house without worrying that she's going to barge in.
"That's completely understandable," she utters like she never thought about that. "You're grown adults. Not kids anymore." Her smile is sad but then she looks at Jo again. "I'm sure Garrison will agree." She takes Jo's hand and starts walking toward the barn.
When I left it was still a shell, but the crews took no time at all finishing it up and it looks amazing. Even better than before. There's more room for the steers and the horse area has doubled in size. Plus, we actually have the correct caging for the chicks so we can breed more here.
"Barn looks good, dad," I say, sliding open the main door. I see him standing there next to Lucky, smiling wide. Then, I see the horse I was looking at right before leaving for New York. The one I mentioned would be perfect for Jo. "What's this, dad?"
"This is Lucky's new best friend." He walks the horse over to Jo, who's standing there with a shocked look on her face. "But he's yours, and he needs a name."
"He's mine?" She glances at me then back to my dad. "I don't even know how to ride a horse." She grins, staring at the horse with glowing eyes.
"I'm sure Brandt can teach you." He holds out the reigns for her to take. "I don't know how to apologize, Jo. I'm not a man of many words, but you two deserve to know I didn't mean for anything like what happened to happen. I was confused. I didn't understand. But I do now." He glances over at me and I stare at him, stunned. "I'm sorry. To both of you. I should've been more understanding."
"Dad..." I shake my head then go in for a hug.
"I like that a hell of a lot more than I like you calling me Garrison." He chuckles, patting my back and backing away.
"Sorry I punched you," I apologize.
He rubs the back of his neck and Donna wraps her arms around him.
"Thank you," I say, smiling at Jo with her new horse. A fucking horse. My city girl's now a fuckin' horse owner. "What're you gonna name him?"
"I don’t know." She slowly puts her hand out to touch the horse, still scared as she was when she tried to touch Lucky.
“She’s addicted to apples.” My dad chuckles and holds an apple out. The horse whips her head around so quickly Jo yelps and jumps back. I grab her waist, laughing.
“Addict.” Jo laughs. “Her name’s Addict.” I don’t expect her to, but she reaches out again to touch the black beauty chomping on apples.
"You wanna try her out?" I head over and grab a couple saddles. My phone dings in my pocket and I pull it out, smiling. "Everyone's hanging out at the lake. Feel like riding there?"
"Y’all should go. I know Bo's been lost without y’all here," Donna says, smiling wide. "Don't worry about dinner tonight either. You have some catching up to do."
I glance over at Jo, smiling. "So whad’ya say?"
She's staring at me like I'm insane, but what better way to break in my city girl?
"I... Okay." She exhales and pets her horse again before her eyes flash to Garrison. "Thank you." Walking up to him, she hugs him then turns to me. "I need pants for this!" She squeals with excitement.
Donna takes her back to the house to get her set up and my dad clasps my shoulder, watching them walk away. "You look good, Brandt."
"I'm happy, dad. Jo's back."
He nods. "How’d you get her back here?"
I shrug. "I guess the country became her addiction." I grin. "New York sucks, though."
He barks out a laugh. “I’m glad you feel that way. You belong here. With Jo.”
When we make it to the lake, I've watched Jo almost fall off the horse twice and had to talk my dick back down every time I got a glimpse of her in those tight ass fuckin' jeans and cowboy boots. She knows what she's doing to me, too, and it's dangerous territory.
"Look at you two!" Kinlee shrieks, running over to Jo after I help her down.
"I missed you!" Jo squeezes her and I'm actually surprised, but don't mention it.
"I could've slapped you when you left!" Kinlee says, shaking Jo then wrapping her arms around her again. I glance back and Bo's watching us from the campfire so I head over.
"Howdy,” I say, leaning against the truck.
"Thank fuck you made it home. Donna was about to send me back to that god forsaken city to bring you both home."
"Took a bit longer than I originally anticipated, but we're not goin' anywhere." I glance over at Jo who looks genuinely happy to be back with my friends. Our friends. "Anything new happen while I was gone?"
"I got that call I been waiting on.”
“Yeah?” I grin. “About bull riding?”
He smiles and sighs. He’s wanted this for a long time. “Yeah. My granddaddy lit a fire under someone’s ass. I’m goin’, man.”
“You’re leavin’? When?”
“Few weeks.” He looks away from me.
I hate to hear it, but he’s going to make it big in pro bull riding. I know it. He’s gotta get the hell out of here.
“Holy hell.” I clasp hands with him and slap him on the back. “Congrats.”
He blows out a breath. “So other than that and Kinlee’s tits bein’ shoved in everyone's face but mine? Nah." He takes a swig of beer and my eyes fly to him.
"Kinlee doesn't shove her tits in people's faces, Bo."
"She sure as shit ain’t puttin' them in mine," he grumbles with his eyes locked on her.
"You ever tried talking to her?" I laugh, because I've never seen Bo like this.
"Me?” he snorts. “Goofy Bo talk to Kinlee Jones?”
“Stop bein’ like that. You two talk all the time.”
“Yeah, I make her laugh. I’m just around for some laughs. Do crazy, dangerous shit. It ain’t impressive, and I ain’t her type. Chase is her type.” He sulks and I follow his gaze to Chase and Kinlee hanging on each other.
"I don’t know about that. If you won’t do something about it, you don’t deserve to get the girl.” I shove him and he laughs.
“Don’t I know it. So, how’s being home with Jo? Feel good?”
I watch Kinlee and Jo laugh about something and my heart warms. "So good. We're not stayin' long. I gotta get her home and unpacked and shit." And well-fucked. Everywhere in our damn house.
Jo walks over and joins us, leaning against me and I wrap my arms around her.
"I got a horse, Bo!" she says with excitement.
"I see that." He laughs. "It's about as wild looking as you."
"She's beautiful.”
"That she is." I hug her tighter and she rests her head back on my chest as we watch the fire.
By the end of the day the small gathering has turned into more of a party and there's too many people here for me to care for, so we say our goodbyes and ride back to the ranch. I'm amazed how well Jo's taken to riding the horse, and smirk at myself as she hops off on her own when we get back to the barn.
"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.