Rocky Mountain Haven

Chapter Six

In the middle of clearing away supper dishes, Beth looked longingly at the recliner in the living room. A simple flick would light the gas fireplace, and she could lean back and rest her head on the soft cushions. The incredible sexual tension Daniel had lit in her body after school refused to diminish. Combined with the sheer workload of being a single mom—she was beat. A chance to put up her feet, even for a few minutes, would be paradise.

A crash jerked her from her blissful daydream. Nathan gasped then complete silence reigned. At her feet the broken bowl from the evening pasta dish lay in pieces. A few leftover noodles clung to the shards, the rest scattered over the floor like miniature snakes.

“Shit.” Lance turned from the fridge where he’d been putting away the milk.

“No swearing.” She held out a hand to keep the boys in one spot. “Don’t move, I don’t want you to cut yourself on the glass.”

She grabbed the dustbin from under the sink and dealt with the larger pieces. Lance got the broom, and by the time the mess was cleaned up, the lethargy that had crept over her was gone. Which was good, since even though it was the weekend, she still had papers to mark and a lesson she wanted to revise. The boys needed homework spelling words checked and…

A soft sniff interrupted her mental rambling. Nathan stood to the side of the kitchen, eyes wide, his face white.

“Nathan? You okay? Did you get cut when the bowl fell?”

He shook his head rapidly, tucking his hands behind his back.

Oh God.

“Honey, it’s okay. It was an accident.” She held out her arms, and he moved towards her slowly, warily. Damn bastard of a husband. “Mommy’s not mad at you. I bet the bowl was slippery from the butter on the edge. We’ve cleaned it all up.” She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, the rapid pitter-patter of his heart as it pounded in fear making her crazy.

She should have known better. She should have been stronger and dealt with Samuel long before he began to be such a dangerous influence in his sons’ lives. He’d been so damn demanding and easily irritated. As the years passed, they’d all learned to walk on eggshells around him.

Breaking something had been akin to murder in Samuel’s book.

Lance glanced back from where he stood at the sink, his young face twisted into a grimace as he fought not to cry. When he turned and started washing the dishes, Beth’s soul ached a little more. It was so like him—her firstborn—once again trying to act the grown up. Caring and acting beyond his years.

A sense of frustration swept her. What was she doing? There was so much she needed to deal with, repercussions from ten years of mental abuse. How was she supposed to be able to make things better for her boys when she felt instant fear when the situation deviated even minutely from the “proper way”?

What she wouldn’t give for a cup of coffee and a good long talk with a sympathetic ear to listen. She didn’t want to talk to the school counsellor and bring the whole mess into her new workplace. She didn’t want to return to the stony-faced therapist she’d been seeing in Calgary.

Daniel crossed her mind again and her face warmed. She stood, still cuddling Nathan, and shuffled her way into the living room. Her leg ached, but she wasn’t about to put him down. He needed her. Heck, she needed him. They settled together in the big armchair. The grading could wait. The lesson—she’d put aside her usual method of getting all their work out of the way immediately and instead make time to check it over during the next couple of days.

Tonight her boys needed a reminder that life was not as confining as it used to be.

“Lance, honey, leave the dishes. I need your help here.”

He joined her, sitting next to his little brother on the couch. Robbie clutched his security blanket in his hand, a defiant look in his eyes.

Her husband had hated that blanket.

“I think we’re settled into the school year enough we need to start planning some fun activities to do together. You guys got any ideas? What would you like to do as a family?”

Nathan wiggled a bit, his face brightening. “You mean like going swimming or stuff?”

Beth groaned inside but hid it behind a smile. “Yes. Only I don’t think you should use the swimming hole anymore this year, right? We’ll go to the pool. Anything else?”

Together they made a list of suggestions, and the mood in the house lightened. Beth gave thanks the kids were resilient.

A couple of hours later, after multiple games of Snakes and Ladders, cups of hot chocolate—with marshmallows—and an endless number of slightly tuneless songs bellowed out during bath time, the three boys were finally all tucked into bed. A glance at the clock showed it was only nine p.m., but she could have sworn it was close to midnight. She was ready to crawl into her own bed and take the weight off her aching limb.

She really should get back to her to-do list and not give in to the temptation to soak for an hour then head to bed herself. And yet, why not? Abandoning all plans of productivity, including ignoring the dishes in the sink, didn’t mean she was evil. There were two days stretching ahead on the weekend to get her stuff done.

Mom break, starting now.

She got the tub running before grabbing a glass of wine and her book. Soaking in the hot water made her feel halfway human again. It also gave her plenty of time to daydream about the sensations Daniel ignited in her body. Her book abandoned to the floor, she wondered where the line was between getting what she wanted physically and discovering what Daniel offered in addition to the sex.

Friendship.

She dried off and pulled on her thick pyjamas, all the while debating with herself. Daniel wanted an answer. She stared at the phone. Damn it. Without letting herself think it through anymore, she punched in his number and waited for a response.

She’d had enough years of being careful, and it was time to keep this ball rolling.

“Colemans’,” a deep voice answered, and she hesitated. It kind of sounded like him but…

“Daniel?”

The man at the other end laughed. “You’re close. Only five more guesses.”

She smiled in spite of her nervousness. “Jesse.”

“Now how did you do that?”

It was her turn to laugh. “Of all the boys, I figured you were the only one who’d play games on the phone.”

“Yeah, well, don’t tell my mama. Just a minute, I’ll get him for you.”

The echoing silence gave her time for the image of Jesse and Joel dancing with Darleen to pop back into her brain. What was it that Daniel had said? The boys…shared? The thought intrigued her. Not with them per say, but the whole two guys paying attention to her—about as far from the vanilla missionary sex forced on her over the years as she could imagine.

The temptation to add to her list was strong. Daniel said he didn’t want to see it anymore, so why not? It would be one of those inspirational things—find a few books, read about it and get turned on. Reading about it was enough for now.

Actually, having more than one guy paying attention to her at one time was probably one of the better-imagined-than-done things. Wouldn’t there be too many limbs and body parts touching and connecting? A sudden throb between her legs surprised her. Okay, lots of body parts touching her would be fine.

“Beth?”

How had she ever mistaken Jesse for Daniel? The deep timbre of his voice made her toes curl. It took a few seconds to drag her mind back to the reason why she had called. “Hey, you asked me to phone. I know it’s late, but do you have a few minutes to talk?”

A pause. “Is this going to be a good talk or a bad talk?”

“I’m not calling it off.” There, it had been said. “I need…I need some advice, beyond the…issue we’re going to…”

He laughed. “You can’t even say the word sex when you’re on the phone. Damn, you are one hundred percent charming.”

“And you’re a tease.”

“What kind of advice can I get for you tonight?” There was a creaking sound, and the voices in the background faded away. “I’m out on the porch and no one’s listening. We can chat if you’d like. Or I can come over there.”

Beth glanced at her watch. She was going to be bagged tomorrow. “I’m all ready for bed, and the boys are bound to be up at their usual time. Plus, I slacked off on all my work tonight putting out fires.”

“Troubles?”

She sighed. “Kind of, but it was a good evening in the end. The kids and I made a list of things they want to do. Only some of them…”

He sat silently on the other end of the line, waiting for her to continue. When he chuckled, it was light enough to help calm her. “You’re going to have to help me here with a few more details. I can’t tell if that’s a ‘some of them require snow to fall’, or ‘some of them need you to have twelve hands’ and you’d like my help.”

For not wanting to get involved with him, the temptation to have him around grew by the minute. The boys liked him, by all reports he was a safe man to do things with.

Her body craved him.

She couldn’t decide if that final reason held her in restraint or egged her on. “Daniel, can I back up about twelve paces and ask a real big favour of you?”

“What’s up, darling?”

“They want to go swimming.”

He whistled low. “Water’s going to be fairly brisk this time of—”

“At the pool. But with my bad leg it’s hard for me to play with them. Would you be willing to come with us sometime? I hate to disappoint them, and it might be a good way to, well, you know. Your part of our deal.”

“Become friends?”

“Yeah.” She stumbled down the stairs to turn off all the lights and make sure the door was locked. Leaving it unlatched—she couldn’t believe she’d done that the other day. “There’s an open swim both days of the weekend. The times are listed online. If either of them work for you.”

“You want to go tomorrow?”

That easy, huh? “You don’t have commitments already?”

His rich laugh spread over her like a balm. “I’ve always got stuff on the go, but that’s the good part about friends—they make time for each other. I can take a couple of hours off to join you and the boys. The twins came home this weekend from college, so they can help out around the ranch. You want me to pick you up? The kids would love riding in the jump seat of my truck.”

They would, but she didn’t want to push this that fast. “I’ll meet you there. Thanks, Daniel.”

“Not at all. I get to see you in a swimsuit out of the deal as well, right?”

With one sentence, he stole her voice. She was going to see him in not much more than his briefs, and suddenly this wasn’t sounding like a very safe public activity.

“Beth, you still there?”

“I’m…”

“You’re blushing, aren’t you? Is the thought of me looking you over making you tingle in certain spots?”

“Oh God, stop it.”

He laughed again, and the tingles he’d mentioned spread. “You ever have phone sex, darling?”

He paused until she had to answer. “No.”

“The boys in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm, then I think you have to give me a minute.” The squeak of the porch door carried over the phone, and voices flickered in and out of the background. “I want to be able to join you.”

“Join me?” Phone sex. Holy cow. Her panties were wet and getting wetter by the second.

“Beth, are you in your bedroom?”

“No,” she squeezed out through a throat gone dry. Her heart pounded, and her clit thumped in time with her heart.

He sighed, a long relaxed sound. “That’s better. I’m in my room. I want you to go to your room and lock the door so you’re not worried about the boys interrupting you.”

“Daniel, I…” Her feet moved up the stairs involuntarily, like puppet strings drew her forward. It was awkward, manoeuvring straight-legged with the brace on one side.

“You don’t want to do this, you just tell me, but I think you’ll enjoy it.”

She swallowed hard. “I want to.” Oh yeah, she really wanted to.

“Are you in your room?”

She turned the lock. “Yes.” The whole space somehow looked different. Brighter, cozier. More sensual. The sound of his breathing on the other end of the line teased her. Heated her already steamy blood.

“Take off your clothes and crawl under the covers. It’s cold in that big room this time of year. You got any toys handy?”

“Toys?” she squeaked.

“If I were there, I’d be touching you. Running my hands over your skin. Kissing your beautiful breasts. Stroking your pussy. If you got a vibrator or something, go grab it, just to help out a little, until I’m really there.”

He was asking if she had a vibrator. A man who made her blood boil with a single glance was talking about sex toys. A shiver ran over her skin, and her breathing sped up. “I’ve…I’ve got to put the phone down.” Oh God, did she just admit to him she had one?

“I’ll be here when you pick up. I’m taking off my clothes as well. Thinking about you is getting me harder than a spike.”

Beth lowered the phone to the bed, her hand shaking slightly. Phone sex? She hadn’t been this turned-on in forever. The teasing anticipation begun by Daniel’s touch at the school reactivated. She unlocked her side drawer and grabbed her vibrator. A laugh escaped her as she tossed it on the bed. She wasn’t going to need much to go off, her body already tight and aroused from the sound of his voice. She sat and leaned over to undo the buckles that held her brace in place. The rush of relief from being out of its confines fled rapidly in light of other more distracting matters, and she let the contraption drop unminded to the floor. A couple of wiggles took care of her pyjamas and she dove under the thick quilt.

Suddenly she felt very lonely and a touch shy. Phone sex. Sheesh. If she weren’t so excited, she’d think it was a little pathetic.

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves before picking up the phone. “Daniel?”

“Hmm, right here. You all cozy in that big bed? Your nipples still tight from the cold of the room or you warming up already?”

A flash of electricity shot up her spine. “You just jump right in, don’t you?”

“Are they tight?”

“Yes.” Like rocks. And they ached for his mouth, for the pull of his lips she’d felt that afternoon.

“Touch them. Damn, I loved seeing you today. Sexy as sin with your tits showing through the fabric of your blouse, like they were playing peek-a-boo for me.” He hummed, a deep vibrating noise that stroked her eardrums and melted something inside. “You tasted like pure pleasure. Rolling my tongue around your nipples and sucking on them made my cock ache. I want you to touch yourself. How do you want it? You like your breasts massaged? You enjoy what I did to you today?”

Beth had lain back against the pillows when he started talking, propping the phone by her ear. To hell with being embarrassed, this was hot. She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed and rubbed like he had earlier in the day. Slow tugs on her nipples as she imagined him sucking them.

“I liked it,” she whispered, the words sultry and deep to her own ears.

“You like it hard? If I were to lean over you on the bed, press my weight on top of you and suck your nipple into my mouth hard, would that turn you on?” He paused, his breathing rough on the other end of the line. “Or you want me to play with you slowly? Tongue around your sweet red nipples again and again?”

“Tonight I want it hard.” She pinched as she answered, the tingle in her groin growing as her breasts grew more sensitive.

“Shit, yeah, tugging and biting until you make those sexy moaning sounds deep in your throat.” He growled, low and husky. “You taste so good, your skin is hot against my lips. I’m going to touch your pussy the next time I see you. Slowly take my fingers and open you up to find out what pleases you.”

She whimpered, wishing he were there, doing it right at that moment.

“Touch your clit, Beth, use your vibrator if you want, but imagine it’s my mouth and my fingers down there. Licking and exploring, circling your sweet pussy and dipping inside.”

She fingered and teased herself, flicking the vibrator on and following his voice, moaning as his directions brought her closer to climax by the second.

He panted in her ear. “I can imagine how you’re going to taste and I can hardly wait. I’ll push my tongue into you, deep inside, reaching for the sweet cream from your body. Circling your clit again.” He swore softly. “God, Beth, I want to touch you so fucking badly right now. Want to fill you up. Put something into your pussy for me, so I can think about being the one to press in. Stretch yourself full.”

The vibrator was cold and plastic, and she would have given anything at that moment to have him really there with her, his hot skin over hers, his breath warming her, the scent of sex in the air.

“What are you doing, Daniel? While you’re talking to me? Are you…hard?” Her inhibitions melted away with the heat of desire rippling through her.

“Hard? Hell, I’ve got my fist around my cock and it’s not enough. I can’t wait to have your mouth on me. To see your lips surround me and have you suck me.” Beth let out a moan, wondering what it would feel like to touch him that intimately. To hold him in her mouth and taste his seed. “I imagine your tongue touching me, and my balls ache. I want more than your mouth—I want to fuck you hard. Slip the head of my cock against your sweet pussy and drive in like a hammer.”

She groaned, the wicked words making her hotter than she’d ever expected. She pressed her vibrator against her clit. “Where are we?” Her voice sounded hollow, her ears full of the rush of blood pumping through her veins.

“I’ve got you bent over the seat of my truck, your ass bare, your pussy all wet and ready for me.” The soft echo of a slapping sound carried over the line. Oh my God, that was him, stroking himself in the background. The knowledge was so carnal and raw, she could barely stand it. “I get to watch every second of fucking you this way, your pussy lips hot and swollen around my cock.”

From behind. Beth flipped her mental imagine and rubbed her clit harder, plunging the warm plastic into her needy core.

“Your ass looks so good, I’m tempted to take my cock and squeeze my way in there, let you—”

“My ass?” she gasped. The tingling grew harder and hotter than before. Anal sex had never been on the agenda. Until now.

“You like that idea, do you?”

She couldn’t even breathe.

“Not this time, darling, I’m getting too close. I want to feel you come around me. Squeeze my dick when it’s buried deep in your body. I’m gonna fuck you hard until you can’t stand it anymore, my fingers on your clit, my cock—”

“Daniel, ohhh…” She came, the waves fast and hard, shaking her body and making her gasp in pleasure.

“Yeah, do it. Fuck, I can’t…” He groaned in her ear and another delicious pulse struck. She let it take her, the vibrator slipping from her body, her touch on her clit slowing as her sensitivity rose. The blood pounding in her ears deafened her for a second, her climax rolling slowly down as she pictured him bent over her, still buried inside. As trite as it was, she figured that was as close to the earth moving as she’d ever gotten. They both lay speechless for a moment, the echo of their harsh breathing the only sound carrying over the receiver.

“Holy hell, woman, I can’t wait until I’m really with you.”

She laughed, revelling in the sense of freedom washing over her. “I feel about sixteen years old. Except I’d never dreamed of phone sex at that age.”

“I’m damn glad you’re not sixteen. Shit, I’m getting hard again, just thinking about what you must look like right now. I bet your skin is flushed and warm, and you’re all soft and cuddly.”

Boneless was a better word for it. It took actual effort to answer him. “You like cuddling, Daniel?”

He hummed, soft and low, and a trace of a shiver flitted over her skin. Damn, he turned her on.

“I like sex, and cuddling is a part of it. I love how cuddling slips into sex.”

“Really?” She rolled over, slipping the vibrator into the drawer with her last burst of energy. She’d wash it when she woke. Right now, sleep beckoned.

“Hmm, really. I’m going to take you in the morning sometime, when you’re all soft and drowsy. I’ll slip into you and bring you to an orgasm as you wake.”

“Stop it. You’ll be getting me all worked up again.”

He laughed. “You relaxed now? Feel better?”

“Hmm, yeah.” Thinking about anything right now was virtually impossible. “See you tomorrow?”

“Can’t wait. Sleep well.”

Beth clicked off the phone and dropped it on the side table. After turning off her light, she buried herself in the toasty quilt. The sexual euphoria in her body lulled her to sleep. Tomorrow would be soon enough to think things through.