CHAPTER THREE
When I Think About You…
BREA
The Big House, Triple K Ranch…
Brea still felt rattled. Cole insisted they try and get some sleep, since they had searched for Mags and then spent another hour for Brea to calm down. Well, for her to act like she’d calmed down, so Cole could get some sleep. She hadn’t really and she wasn’t as angry but now, she had more trouble, worrying about what she was going to tell Mama Daisy.
I insisted Maggie should come with me to get away from the lurid Stud ranch where it wasn’t fitting for her to be. Then, I bring her here and she is waylaid the very first night by a hound dogging, lowdown, good looking snake in the grass cowboy! She wanted to pull her hair out by the roots, or Jet’ hair to be exact. How could this have happened? I just don’t get it.
After Maggie pulled that prank on him, by exposing him to all those starved women waiting for the stripper show? Humiliating him like that. Then all the while, she seemed not to be affected by Jet’ charm. In fact, it seemed that they didn’t even like each other! Brea thought it was gonna be okay.
THIS? Is so NOT okay!
She bit at her lip as she gazed over at the identical twin to that low down, pantie grabbing bastard and shook her head. How can look alikes be so not alike?
Cole slept soundly beside her, what a dammed sweet man he is too. He held her, stroked her hair and patted her back for an hour earlier, whispering all kinds of support and saying how sorry he was.
It’s not his fault she’d told him…that his brother couldn’t keep it in his pants. Then he’d made her laugh when he said he couldn’t do it either being around her.
“Brea…” Cole mumbled in his sleep.
She stared at him. He’s dreaming about me? She felt dumbfounded.
“Marry me?” he muttered.
Brea’s eyes rounded.
“Love you…”
She sucked in her breath. He’s talking in his sleep about marrying me? She didn’t know what to think. Maybe it was because Jet said he was gonna marry Maggie? No, he had said engaged. Could this be true? Mable did say marry when she was ranting about Daisy’s reaction. That must be it. She refused to hope. She already felt like this was all just a dream, having a man like him.
Then, they only had that one problem along the way when he found out she had wrote that list a while back and named Jet as the guy she intended to get. He had issues though, because Jet always stole his girlfriends. Her anger rose again, then the hound goes and steals my sister!
Noise came from the side of the house and Brea froze to listen. It sounded like yelling. She quietly and gently slid out of bed, then tiptoed to the window. Peeking out, she squinted at the men in the courtyard next to the bunkhouses.
Jet was standing while facing off with a huge cowboy in front a rather large group of men, all in various states of dress, like some just rolled out of bed.
Brea grabbed the window, raising it up. Then the voices floated over.
“I’m telling you, it wasn’t meant for her!” The rather large man shouted at Jet.
“You mean after you danced with her, you didn’t slip her a mickey?” Jet got right up in his face.
Seeing Jet’s anger, Brea sucked in her breath.
“So, it seems my brother has a bone to pick,” Cole whispered from beside her.
Brea jumped with a start and stared over at him.
He was now looking through the window too.
“I’m telling you, I had nothing to do with that part!” The bigger cowboy yelled.
“Oh! That part, Noble?” Jet stepped closer his fists were clenched at his side. “So, just what part did you have to do with then? The part where you groped her while dancing with her or the part where you spiked her God damn drink!”
Noble shook his head. “It wasn’t meant for her. It was all a big mistake.”
Jet looked like he was about to explode. “Someone better be fessing up!” he shouted, so all the men could hear.
“It was my drink.” A young cowhand stepped forward. “I gave it to her.”
Jet swung his raging gaze over and lunged for the kid who spoke up.
Noble stepped in and grabbed him by the shirt to try to stop his momentum.
Jet roared and punched Noble in the face.
The young cowboy jumped in and then other cowboys all wrestled Jet to the ground.
Brea gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
“Yep, that’s my bro, punch first, ask questions later.” Cole shrugged next to her. “Well…he did ask, but he didn’t wait for the answers.”
“Cole, they are gonna hurt him!”
He gazed over at her. “I thought you wanted him in the ground with no grave marker?”
“Well, he is defending Maggie’s honor…”
Cole looked thoughtful as he kept his eyes on the scene through the window. “Yeah, I never seen him do that for any girl.”
The men had Jet pinned down in a cowboy stacked dog pile.
Suddenly, a scream came from the side yard and here came Brea’s little sister, carrying a two by four. Maggie then stopped at the pile of men and started whacking their backs while yelling, “Get the hell off him!”
Cole started to chuckle at the sight as all the men rolled off and scattered away like chickens running from the fox who broke into the hen house.
Brea sucked in her breath and turned to head out of the room.
Cole caught her arm. “Let them handle this Brea.”
“But—?”
He shook his head and tugged her back to the window.
The men all leapt off till there was only the young cowhand, Noble and Jet. The kid and Noble finally stood up.
Maggie raised the board up high threatening them with the wooden weapon.
The two men jumped back with stunned expressions.
“Yeah, she may have a different last name but she’s a Plush all right.” Cole chuckled some more.
Brea rolled her eyes as she kept her focus locked on the group.
Jet leapt up. Blood was trickling from his lip and his nose.
“Are you all right?” Maggie asked.
He stared at her as though he hadn’t expected to see her at all. His expression instantly morphed from rage to a softer look. “What—what are you doing out here?”
She lowered the wood. “I heard it and saw them gang up on you.”
Jet swiped his sleeve over his bloodied lip as his chest heaved with heavy breaths. “I had it handled.”
Maggie tossed the board with a slam to the ground and placed her hands on her hips. “By handled, you mean you were getting your ass handed to you?”
Cole laughed outright from beside Brea.
Brea nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. “Shhh, they’ll hear us.”
He grinned and shook his head. “Spy much?”
Again, she rolled her eyes as her gaze never left the yard.
Jet was glaring at Maggie.
The yard went silent as the men all edged closer to hear what was going on and the other two dog-piling cowboys looked poised to defend themselves.
Jet then tilted his head back and laughed loudly.
Everyone around looked like they all got punched in the gut as they gaped at him.
He kept laughing as he put his arm around her shoulder and led her away.
The men gawked at the receding couple then they all glanced at each other in confusion while mumbling to each other.
“Well, I’ll be God dammed,” Cole whispered from beside her as his eyes remained glued to the couple moving away.
“What?” Brea asked.
“That wasn’t like Jet at all. He’s all about ego and how he looks, especially in front of the cowhands. Remember how he challenged Wade in the bull arena? That was all about image.”
Brea shut the window and tilted her head at him. “I don’t follow.”
“He literally moved away from a fight just now. In fact, the minute he saw Maggie, he forgot about everything else.” He shook his head while looking bemused. “He didn’t care what the men thought or how it looked. Even after she challenged him with that line about him gettin’ beat and in front of all the men!”
Brea creased her brow. “All because of Maggie? Is that what you mean?”
Cole pulled her close and lifted her up to his chest “Yes, I’m saying that when a guy, well especially a guy like Jet, meets his match or someone he cares about more than himself or more than what his image looks like…” He let out a breath. “Well, I just never thought I would see the day!”
“So, he does care about her…” Brea bit at her lip.
Cole leaned close and licked where she was biting. “Not like I do for you, but if she’s anything like you sweet Brea?” He pressed his lips close to hers. “He will be wrapped around her pinky, pretty God dammed quick.”
Brea flushed. “How did I get so lucky?”
“No, I’m the one who lucked out when you almost ran me over in that broken down wreck of a POS you were driving.”
Brea gasped like she’d been insulted and pulled her head back. “I loved that car!”
“I’m just relieved your taste in men is better than your choice of vehicles.” He chuckled heartily.
She joined his laughter.
Putting his arms around her, he kissed her deeply.
That feeling of euphoria claimed her again, his kisses just got better and better. Her heart was pounding and she kissed him back for all she was worth.
He pulled his lips away, scooped her up, then turned and headed for the bathroom. He seemed to have a solid purpose for sure.
Brea just held on, wondering what he was thinking.
He set her down on the vanity chair in front of the mirrored counter. Then he went over to the large summer tub, put in the plug and started the water.
Brea’s chest tightened while she suddenly realized what he intended.
Silently, he went over to a cabinet, pulled out some candles and the bubble bath.
Oh, my lord. He remembered the bath I was setting up when…Then I came out to my living room and he was gone after he found that stupid list. She gulped as he poured in the rose scented bubble soap.
Next, he walked over to the vanity and leaned forward, pressing his hard body against her, reaching behind her to pull the drawer out. Reaching for the matches, he halted to puff a hot breath into her ear.
Brea gulped again and fought off a Cole induced shiver.
He grinned at her, then stepped back and set three candles out.
Watching him, her body grew warm. Was it a lifetime ago? When I dreamed about this cowboy while in my bath? Wishing he was there with me? I even fantasized and did things—well that song comes to mind. When I think about you, I touch myself…She stifled a giggle. She started to hum it. I don’t want anybody else, cause when I think about you—
Cole turned around and stared at her.
Her cheeks grew hot as she halted in mid-hum.
“What was that?” he asked.
“What?” she asked back innocently.
He strode over, grabbed her pajama top and tugged it off as if it were an everyday thing…stripping her down for a bath. “That tune.”
“Umm, tune?”
“Don’t be that girl.”
“What girl?”
“The one, who tries to be coy, keeps stuff to herself.”
Brea gazed into his eyes as the cool air hit her bare chest.
His eyes dropped to her bare breasts.
Her gaze followed his downward to see her nipples were erect. Deciding to be bold, she raised her fingers and passed them over her nipples.
Cole looked like he might break out into a cold sweat. He grunted low, then lowered his sweat pants.
At the sexy taunt, her eyes rounded.
His lips tilted up into a sensual smile as he folded them just below his rising erection.
Brea gulped heavily. Those men at the stud ranch got nothing on this cowboy! He was built so large and so…gulp. But she decided to play this all the way out as she placed her hands underneath her large boobs and raised them up while staring at his face and then did a long swipe with her tongue over her lips. All the while, watching him.
His large frame seemed to go rigid as Cole visibly swallowed and slowly raised his hand up.
Holding her breath, Brea watched every move he made.
Cole palmed his cock and gave it a slow openhanded stroke.
Holy hell! Her body shuddered. So sexy, so yummy. This god like cowboy was hers? All hers? Really? She was too invested to back down now, so she gathered up her courage and knew how to carry a note fairly well…she started to sing, “I don’t want anybody else and when I think about you…” She lowered her hand to her pajama pants, slipping her fingers in to rub her button. “...I touch myself.”
His breath seemed to leave his lungs as his hand slowly dropped away and he looked awe struck.
And…BAM! I won that round! She smirked at him.
He cleared his throat and looked befuddled. “That was what you were humming!”
Nodding, she rose up and tugged her bottoms off. Then tiptoed to the bathtub, bending over on purpose, instead of kneeling down and shut the water off. She heard his intake of breath from behind her. Then his arms came around her. His body was hot against her back.
Cole picked her up and set her into the tub. He then got in behind her and slid his body down into the bubbles.
“Oh, wow! We’re finally gonna…” Brea halted and snapped her mouth shut.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing, I meant…well—nothing.” She couldn’t come up with a plausible lie.
He reached around her and grasped one nipple, then lowered his fingers to her clit.
“Ohhh.” Brea let out a fluttery sigh.
Cole rubbed and pinched her lady parts effectively for a full minute, then he spoke, “Are you gonna fess up?”
Brea pursed her lips as her body was tamping up. It was getting hotter and hotter in this tub! “Fess—up?”
He lowered his lips to her neck and his hot mouth suckled her there.
The combo of the ‘Cole’ induced sensations just tilted the scales as she slipped into panting now. “Oh, myyy GOD!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
Pulling his mouth away, he whispered, “We are finally going to what?”
Her body shook and she knew he was using his best moves for this interrogation. What will he think when I tell him? “When—I mean—well, before we…”
At her cute stammering, he chuckled. “Take your time. But you will tell me.” He slipped a finger inside her opening and dropped his lips back to her neck.
“After work I would—take a bath and….” Her voice fell away as he pumped his fingers in and out while tweaking her nipple. In defeat, her head dropped back. “God Dammit Cole, I won’t even know my own name soon!”
He halted his movements and pulled his fingers out.
“OH—NO!” she yelled. “Don’t stop!” she whined.
He laughed. “Nope, you gotta finish telling me first.”
“Oh, damn. You may want to just run away after I tell you.”
With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around her. “Never. Gonna. Happen.”
Letting out a breath, she dove in, “I used to fantasize about you being in the tub with me. I—I would—play with myself and pretend it was you.” Silence filled the room as she waited for his response.
“Really?” he whispered to her ear.
At his hot breath and deep voice, she shivered despite the warm water. “Yeah, it was a running fantasy for several months.”
“Several…” he whispered with an awe stricken tone.
“Do you think I’m depraved or slutty?” she asked in a small voice.
Cole pulled her up, straightened his long powerful legs out in the tub and set her neatly down on his very hard erection.
“Ohh!” she exclaimed with a startled pleasure.
“See how hard it made me? Just visualizing that in my head? Yearning for me like that, while I never even knew it. God dammit, Brea, depraved? You? The sweetest, most luscious prize I ever met? You are heaven sent, woman!” Grabbing onto her hips, Cole raised her up and then slammed her down on him.
Gasping, Brea was already at the edge of climaxing.
“It makes me wanna—I want to pound you. Take you as many times as I can.” He lifted her again up along his hard shaft then down, as the water splashed out of the tub.
“Oh, Tr-ev-o-r…I am c-o-m-ing…” Her instant-orgasm made speech impossible.
His body grew rigid and he held her down onto him tight. “Yeah, and before we are through today…” he halted as he let out a long groan. “…You are gonna come for me again.”
“Ahhh…” Her body was gloriously trapped in the ecstasy that was Cole.
He moaned along with her as his hands left her hips to come around her chest. He held her tightly and rested his chin over her shoulder as he let out a huge sigh. “I will never let you go. I want you beside me for the rest of my life.”
Gulping for air at the squeezing and her breathless climaxing, her heart nearly stopped at his words.
“Marry me, Brea?”
Okay, now I will drop over dead! My heart will burst and I will die right here in the rose bubbles! “Wh-What?”
“I know you heard me, but I will ask again and AGAIN, till you answer. Brea Harmony Plush of Flatonia Texas USA, will…you…marry…ME?”
“Oh—my Go—” She gulped for more air like a fish out of water, as she started to hyperventilate, huffing and puffing, she couldn’t get any air. Panic seized her. Please let me answer before I die!
“Brea?” Cole shouted in panic as he stood out of the water and hefted her up into his arms. “Brea!”