The Mitchell Family Series BoxSet 1-4.5 (5 page)

Chapter 8

Savanna

After two close encounters, neither Colt nor myself spoke much on the way home. I didn’t really understand what had happened. We were just joking around and having a good time, which was something I hadn’t done in forever, in fact I couldn’t even remember how long it had been.

Maybe it was because it had been over six months since I had physical contact with anyone, especially a guy. I just felt so comfortable around Colt after knowing him for so long. It didn’t make it any easier considering he was so damn hot. Part of me wished I could see him shirtless again, but the other part felt like it would be cheating on Ty. I was just so lonely.

We got back to the barn after taking the long way home. Colt helped me get Daisy back into the barn and fed. Thunder gave him a heck of a time, but he managed to get him calmed down. He only acted that way when a storm was coming. His name used to be Dusty, but even as a small colt, he had issues with thunderstorms. Ty changed his name a few months later.

Sam came rushing past us and I could hear the thunder rolling in as we walked back to the carriage house. I stopped Colt when we got about halfway there. “Hey, can we get into the main house?” I asked.

“Yeah, why?” he said as he leaned over to pet his dog, who obviously didn’t like storms either.

“I have a change of clothes there. I keep them in Ty’s closet. Can we go see if they are still in there?” I asked.

“Of course. How about you run in and I keep a look out for my aunt and uncle,” he suggested.

I nodded and ran into the house. I hadn’t been in there in months and it was hard walking through and seeing all of the pictures of Ty. However, something did catch my eye and cause me to freeze. Every single picture that I had been in had been removed. There were no Homecoming photos, no Prom, not even the professional ones we took last year outdoors. They had gotten rid of everything that had to do with me. I ran into Ty’s room and started crying as I looked through his closet. In the back corner was the book bag. I grabbed it and ran out of the house as fast as I could.

Colt stopped me when I met him back out next to the carriage house. He grabbed both of my arms. “Calm down, Savanna. What’s going on, darlin’?” he asked.

I fell into his chest and continued to cry. I couldn’t talk about it. It just hurt too much.

At first, he didn’t wrap his arms around me, but as I cried, I felt his arms wrap around my back. “How about we get inside and get you cleaned up,” he suggested.

I nodded my head and pulled away from him. He opened the door for me and pointed toward the bathroom. I followed his lead and headed directly in there. Colt was patient with me as he helped me get the water going.

“If you need me I will be right outside the door. All you have to do is call,” he stated.

“Thanks!” It was all I could manage to get out.

When I finally stepped into the shower, I let the beads of water beat down all over my face and back. My body still hurt, but not as much as last night. The soap burned my face, but I had noticed that my lips were almost back to normal size. They still had one scab on the bottom, but everything else was just from the swelling. The soap smelled fresh and I took my time washing my hair.

I stepped out of the shower and felt like a new person. I knew my face was a mess, but I was clean. I took my time brushing my hair and my teeth and then I slowly got dressed. The clothes had been in the closet forever in Ty’s room, but they were still the only clean clothes I had. Luckily, I had a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top, plus another t-shirt. The best part was a fresh pair of underwear and a bra, which happened to match and were also white. Geesh, I was so predictable.

I had managed to calm down by the time I made it out of the bathroom. The first thing I noticed was the smell. The place was filled with the aroma of spaghetti, which I loved. As I turned the corner to the kitchen area, I noticed something else. Colt stood over the stove without a shirt. It was the first time I had really seen his back. In big fancy letters across the top of his back, he had a tattoo with the name, “MITCHELL”. It was done perfectly and accented his broad shoulders. He turned around as I was standing there admiring him.

“Hey. You feel any better?” he asked.

“Yeah. Thanks for letting me go first. I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

He smiled and turned to face me. “There is a lot about me that you don’t know, Savanna,” he laughed. “I have one under my bicep.” He lifted his arm to display a mustang horse running. It was clearly noticeable if he was in a t-shirt and lifted up his arm, but I hadn’t noticed before. “And I also have one somewhere else that you can’t see.” He winked.

“Eww, I don’t want to know,” I said as I walked away.

I heard him chuckle. “Well, you will be the first woman who hasn’t wanted to take a peek.”

Oh… I wanted to peek!

I shook my head and turned on the television. If I stood in the kitchen and stared at his chest any longer, I might have an orgasm standing up. It had been a really long time for me after all and he was just so freaking hot.

The thunder and lightning were becoming intense outside. I brought my legs up into my arms as I watched television. I still couldn’t believe I was here with Colt. I didn’t belong here, but felt happier than I had in months.

Colt finally walked past me and headed into the bathroom. He gave me a quick smile before closing the bathroom door. I tried to ignore the fact that he was naked in there, but I couldn’t do it. After a few minutes, I heard the water stop running.

I glanced as he came walking out in just a towel. As I looked over to peek, he caught my eye and gave me a half smile.

Was he teasing me? Ty would kill him.

Colt

Something happened to Savanna when she went into that house, but I didn’t have the heart to bring it up after she seemed to have finally calmed down. I was trying to do the right thing with her, but the more I was around her; I was starting to wonder if it was a bad idea. She was my cousin’s girlfriend, or she used to be, hell I wasn’t even sure what they were. All I knew was that she wasn’t mine. Several times, I had been in situations where I felt like there was something happening between us.

I didn’t know how I even felt about that. I was a man and I had needs. She was a beautiful girl who had been depriving herself of a life for a long time. She deserved to be happy, and to be satisfied. I just couldn’t be the one to do that. I couldn’t do it to Ty. I had to stop thinking with my dick.

I found Savanna setting the small kitchen island for two. I walked over behind her and grabbed two glasses out of the cabinet. “What do you want to drink?” I asked as I leaned in the fridge.

“What do you have?” she asked.

I went to turn around to answer her, but didn’t realize she was right behind me. Our chests brushed and we both froze. Without saying anything, she turned around and started talking about drinks again. “Do you have any tea bags? I can make us some tea.”

“Actually, I bought a gallon. Is that alright?” I asked, trying to forget about touching her again.

“Yeah, that’s fine. You get the drinks and I will make our plates.”

We decided to eat while sitting on the couch, so we could watch television.  I let Savanna pick the movie and thankfully, she picked a comedy. I got up, put our plates in the sink, and got us two beers. The first movie finally ended and a love story came on.  It ended up being about a couple who were forbidden to see each other. After the first intimate scene, I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. I couldn’t even look at Savanna.

“Want to play some cards now?” I asked.

She pulled her legs up on the couch and rubbed them with her hands. “Sure. If you're ready to get beat that is.”

We both smiled and I got up to get the cards, pen, and paper.  When I got back, she was cracking her knuckles and pretending to have a game face. I sat on the floor across the coffee table from her, so that she couldn’t see my cards. Rummy was a serious card game for my family.

We played three hands and our scores were almost identical. After having three beers each, we were both feeling more comfortable. “How about we play for shots?” Savanna suggested.

“Girl, I can drink you under the table. Did you forget I saw you last night?” I teased.

“I don’t plan on losing,” she replied confidently.

“You’re on. I’m just warning you now; I draw the line at holding your head when you’re puking later.”

She just smiled and started shuffling the cards, while I grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was in the bedroom. The bottle was still half-full, so we had plenty for this game.

After four more hands, Savanna and I were dead even with two shots each. She was starting to slur her words like last night, but was convinced she was going to continue. I felt relaxed, but not drunk at all. When she lost the next hand, she stood up from the table.

“Are you cheating?” she asked as she pushed her finger against my nose.

I laughed. “No, you silly little drunk. I’m just that good.”

She stood there giving me that look again. “Do you know that I haven’t had sex in over six months? I went from having it like every day to never. Do you know what that’s like?” Before I could open my mouth, she kept going, slurring away. “Of course you don’t. Someone like you probably gets ass every day. Hell, you probably have a little black book, or do they just each have a day of the week?”

I tightened my lips and creased my eyebrows. She couldn’t have been more wrong. “You’re drunk. It would be best if you just stopped talkin'. You obviously have no idea about how I live my life,” I said defensively. “And just so you know, I am just a regular guy. You keep saying guys like me like I am some special breed. I ain’t, Savanna. I am just as normal as you are. I had one girlfriend in the past year and I have never had a fuckin' black book.”

She looked directly into my eyes. I stood still for some reason. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“What?”

“Savanna. Nobody calls me that.”

I ran my hands through my hair and turned to walk out of the room. I needed to separate us. Drinking was obviously a bad idea.

“Tell me, Colt.”

I turned around and found her less than a foot from me. Her eyes looked up into mine. “You should probably go to bed, Savanna.”

She never looked away. “You said it again. Tell me why.”

I smiled and looked away. “Fine. I can’t call you Van anymore. It doesn’t fit you,” I confessed.

I went to walk away but she grabbed my arm. “It’s my name, how doesn’t it fit me?”

“No, it isn’t your name. Your name is Savanna and it’s beautiful, just like you,” I said in almost a whisper.

I couldn’t look her in the eyes. I knew what would happen next if I did. I walked into the kitchen and started doing the dishes, trying so hard to focus on anything but her. When I got the last plate cleaned and turned around, I found her standing there.

She had tears in her eyes. “Colt. Will you sleep next to me again tonight?”

Aw hell!

I leaned against the countertop. “That really ain't a good idea. Last night was different, but we both have been drinkin’ and I can’t promise that I will be a gentleman,” I confessed.

I put my head down so that she couldn’t see me reacting to her. Instead of saying something, she approached me. I looked up at her as her hands touched both sides of my cheeks. They reached up and ran through my hair. “Savanna,” I whispered, wanting to tell her to stop, but the words wouldn’t come.

Her finger brushed over my lips and she traced them with it. I watched her bite her lip. It made me lick and bite mine. I leaned my forehead against hers. “We can’t do this,” I said hesitantly.

I closed my eyes but kept my head against hers. “I know,” she whispered.

With my hands on her shoulders, I backed her away from me and turned her to face the bedroom. She looked back at me and started walking, but suddenly stopped. “Will you just please sleep next to me? Please?” she begged.

I shook my head.
This was trouble.
She needed to leave tomorrow. I couldn’t do this after tonight. Every part of my body wanted her, and it was becoming hard to restrain when she was in front of me offering.

I waited a few minutes before going into the bedroom. I hoped that she had passed out, but instead she was still standing on the side of the bed. She hadn’t seen me come in and I froze as she removed her shorts and climbed into bed. How in the hell was I supposed to sleep next to her when she was only wearing her fucking panties? I pulled off my shirt and made sure not to remove my shorts before climbing in the bed next to her. We were far enough apart where I didn’t have to touch her at all. I tried to get comfortable on the edge, but soon needed to lay on my back. As I was turning, I saw that she was laying on her side, just looking at me. “Sorry for earlier,” she said calmly.

I propped my head on a pillow and looked at her. I shouldn’t have, but I did. “It’s fine. I can’t imagine the stress you been under for all this time. I can understand that you are lonely, hell I get lonely a lot,” I confessed.