Raging Love (31 page)

We watched with sad eyes as their family pulled away from our house and set out on their long ride home. An instant emptiness filled my heart
every time
they went home. Even with all of the people my age that I had met in college and in town here, they never gave me the friendships that Ty and Miranda gave me. I guess them being my family was also another reason.

We were all pretty nervous with the Conner situation, but right before they pulled away, Ty made sure Colt knew he would have the room ready for Conner by the end of the week. I was kind of thinking that Conner would have an issue about moving away from everything he knew, but he took the news calmly, even thanking Ty for giving him a chance to make things right.

I don’t know if it was the
boy’s
intervention that scared Conner or him being out there during our family emergency, but something had been an eye opener. He had even woke up early with Ty and helped him load up the car. Then he and Bella went for a ride on the golf cart, before everyone headed over to our place.

Noah was a sight for sore eyes. The poor little guy still felt bad for what they had done. He was in so much pain still, but tried his best to hang out with Bella. He let her draw all over his cast, leaving little room for the rest of the family and his friends at school.

After watching everyone leave, I turned around to see my sad little boy sitting on the porch. I approached him and lifted his chin with my hand. “They will be back to visit soon, baby.”

“Mom,” He was beginning to transition from Mommy to Mom. It was both cute and sad all at the same time. I guess th
at is
what happens when you are entering
kindergarten
. “will I ever be allowed to ride a horse again?”

I let out a sigh before sitting down on the step beside him. Colt was standing behind him and sat on the step above us. I guess he wanted to be in on the conversation. “Noah, what happened yesterday was an accident. I know right now you think everyone is mad at you. We aren’t really mad. It’s just that we love you so much and couldn’t imagine if anything ever happened to you.”

Before I could continue, Noah interrupted. “You mean something
like
what happened to my mom Krista?”

Colt patted Noah on the head. “Yeah, Buddy, like that. You already know that doing something like that can get you hurt. We spent half the night in the emergency room because of it.”

“I know Dad. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just wanted Bella to have a good time.
I told her my Dad was
a
cowboy and she said I wasn’t old enough to be a real cowboy. I figured if
I
rode around
on
the horses, she would believe me.”

Colt leaned down and kissed Noah’s head. “The next time you get a bright idea like that, you need to clear it with Mom or I first, you hear me boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

I leaned in toward him and kissed his cheek. “We just don’t want anything happening to you, Noah. We love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mommy and I love Daddy. I’m real sorry for what I did. It won’t happen again. I need to be a good boy so that I can be a good brother.” He reverted back to Mommy when he was sad.

Good to know….I get to be called Mommy when he is emotional.

“That’s right! You do need to be responsible so that you can set a good example for your brother or sister,” I agreed.

“My brother, Mom. We all know I am having a brother.”

Colt and I both laughed. Colt rubbed him on the head. “We will love the baby either way, right Noah?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Yeah, I guess so. I just really want a brother.”

“Sisters are really cool too. You would get to be her protector.” I tried for all these months to get him to not care if it was a boy or girl and he just wouldn’t budge.

“They can’t play with tractors or legos and they wear
those
stupid bows in their hair.” Noah spoke like girls were the devil. It was quite funny, even though Colt and I were both worried the baby was going to be a girl and totally devastate our son.

“Sweetie, little girls can play with tractors and legos. They don’t have to always wear the bows in their hair, and the
y most certainly don’t have coot
ies.”

“Not all of them,” Colt added sarcastically.

I l
ooked up at him. “Not helping, B
abe”

He just kept grinning and threw me a wink. I had to laugh at him, making a joke out of something that really scared me.

We were interrupted as tiny drops of rain started hitting us. We followed Colt into the
house
and plopped down on the couch. Noah was playing with his cast, dragging his fingernail over it. “It itches.”

“I had a cast a few times. You know
what
I did?” Colt asked.

“What?” Noah was so curious.

“I got a stick and stuck it inside to get the itch out.”

Noah’s eyes got huge. “Does that really work?”

We started laughing at our son. “It sure does. You want me to go find you a nice stick?”

“Colt, seriously?”

“Darlin’, he needs to itch. I will hook him up.” Colt disappeared out of the front door, only to reappear with a stick in his hand. “Here, Buddy, try this.”

I watched my son shoving a dirty stick down his arm. Immediately he screamed out.

“What happened?”

“I guess it is still sore inside, that’s all. It’s cool. It doesn’t itch anymore.”

I rolled my eyes at Colt, who still had a smile on his face.

We hung out at the
house
for the rest of the afternoon until we had to go to Colt’s mothers for dinner.
It was always the same family
atmosphere
on Sunday’s. Thankfully, Conner decided to only grant us with his presence. We ended up staying over there until it was close to midnight.

By the time that Colt and I got Noah to bed I was exhausted. My gorgeous husband had other intentions. For some reason the house had been hot when we got home. I stripped
down to my bra and panties and
sprawled
across the bed on my back, letting the ceiling fan cool off me and my giant belly.

Colt never took his eyes off of me as he unbuckled his belt and jeans and walked out of them.
His strong arms pulled his shirt away from his muscular
body. I watched his arm flex
where the mustang tattoo sat and I bit down on my lip.

In only his boxers my sexy ass husband came
crawling
across the bed toward me. Now, I have to say that my choice of bra and panties were not what I would have called sexy. Aside from not being able to see past my stomach, I didn’t really wear a lot of sexy underwear to bed. I needed to be as comfortable as possible. Colt was already having to compete with my pregnancy pillow Miranda had got me. I loved that thing, but Colt said it
was a CB pillow, because it always blocked him from getting any
.

I heard a low grumble as he positioned himself between my legs and pressed his lips on my belly. In retrospect, I
knew I wasn’t that large. I had
gained fifteen pounds and it was all in my stomach. People told me
every day
they couldn’t tell I was pregnant from the back.

I still had about three months to go and knew my belly would soon double in size.
I tried to eat right,
but I always had
thoughts
o
f not being able to turn my husband on when my weight got too high. So, as Colt’s hands slowly removed my granny panties, and I heard the low groan coming from his chest, I knew that he wasn’t going to let me rest until he got some much needed attention.

“Are you hot Darlin’?”

His hands traced over my sex and I gasped at how good it felt. “Yes, plus I didn’t shave my legs today.” I was getting lazy, I knew it.

In one swift pull, I was in Colt’s arms being carried to the bathroom. He sat me on the edge of the sink and walked over to the shower, grabbing shaving cream and a razor.

“Holy Shit! Babe, what are you doing?”

Colt ignored me, getting down on his knees and wetting my legs with a rag, before putting shaving cream on the leg he propped on his shoulder. “Trust me Darlin’. I’ll never hurt you.” He kissed my foot and started spreading the cream evenly.

I gasped when I felt the razor gliding across my skin. Colt took his tim
e licking his lips and even took
quick glances at my naked crotch. It used to make me feel uncomfortable, but everything that man did now made me horny. Maybe it was my hormones, but I couldn’t get enough of him. In fact, there were times when I was home alone and had to call him, because just thinking about him naked made me wet for him.

Colt finished with one of my legs before repeating the process on the other one. I had to admit, it felt good, after I got over the initial shock of what he was doing. It tickled, especially when he got
to
my inner thighs and let his hands linger there.  When he finished with the second leg, he used a washrag to wipe off the excess shaving cream. He glided the warm rag up and down my thighs, making sure I felt it through my whole body.

As the rag went flying back into the sink, I felt my legs bei
ng lifted as my body was shifted
to be lying on the cold marble
vanity
top. He put his finger up to his lips when I started to say something. I felt the back of his
hand rubbing me between my legs, before he began to spread the shaving cream all over my sex.

This was hot!

It was so hot that the fear of being cut was long gone. What replaced it was a sudden heat covering all of my body. As Colt continued to spread the shaving cream, for obviously way longer than it should have taken, I watched my stomach rising and falling as my breathing increased. If I thought I was hot in the bedroom, well now I was burning up.

Colt’s naked body was now standing over me, staring at his task at hand, or in hand.

“You okay Darlin’?”

I saw the razor in his hand and all I could think about was him touching me again. The absence was killing me, making me pant for more. “Yes, I love you. Please don’t stop.”

Colt spread my legs as he slowly began shaving where I could no longer see. I did a good job keeping myself hairless and had made an appointment for a waxing, unfortunately for the salon, Colt had other hair removing plans.

I could feel him moving my skin around, as well as feel every single glide of the razor against my skin. Colt used his hands to test and make sure he hadn’t missed any spots. He turned on the faucet and filled the rag with fresh water before placing it between my legs to removed the shaving cream. Every swipe of that rag made my body buck.

Colt like
d
what he saw. He found my eyes and then
moved
his gaze to my chest. Without letting me off of the cold
porcelain
sink, he leaned down and removed my bra. Colt
let the
air hit my nipples and they
hardened right up for him. He li
cked his lips before dragging his tongue over one of my nipples. My hands reached up and grabbed his hair. I pulled him up to my mouth and kissed him roughly, teasing him with my tongue as he pulled away.

“I want you, babe.”

I moaned as his fingers
penetrated
my sex. “Oh Darlin’,
there is no denyin’ that. I can
feel it for myself.”

He cupped one of my breasts and licked it again, never taking his eyes off of me. His fingers moved slowly backing in and out of me. “It…feels…..so…goooooood!” The words were stretching, because I couldn’t think and react at the same time.

He brought one
of
my legs up and spread them
wider as he spun me around and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Time to get into our big bed.” My arms wrapped around Colt’s neck and he held me as his strong arms carried me to our bed.

He laid us down gently and found my mouth right away. Gentle, soft kisses soon turned into carnal
desire. Colt had to use his arms to prevent from laying on my belly, so it was easier to just flip him over and straddle his fine ass myself. I wrapped my legs around him, suggesting we trade
places
without having to stop kissing him. He knew what I wanted and happily obliged.

His large
erection
brushed against my leg and I let out a moan just knowing that it would soon be inside of me. Making love to Colt was always so intense. Between the size of him and how nurturing he always was,  he could make me orgasm multiple times. The intensity of knowing his hard shaft was down there ready to slid
e
right
in,
turned me on so much. I reached my hand down and grabbed his erection. After feeling it, I couldn’t help but want to see it.