Come Back for You

“Holy shit,” I breathe out, glancing at Dean who looks completely shocked. “Honey, you had no clue?” He shakes his head.

“No. None. He gave me a letter before I left, told me not to open it until I was settled. I forgot about it until I found it about a month ago. I was going to call him, but I got busy and it slipped my mind. There was a check inside for ten k. I was going to tell him there was no way I could cash it, that I couldn’t accept that from him.” He looks at Slim. “I’m the only one named in the will?”

Slim nods his head. “Yessir. He insisted, when he updated it, that it all went to you and only you. Said you were the son he missed out on having because his was taken from him.”

“Jesus,” Dean gruffs out, scrubbing his hands over his face.

Slim hands him a couple of envelopes and some more paperwork.

“I need you to sign here,” he directs a

nd Dean signs, blindly, “and here. This is the paperwork on where his ashes are. He didn’t want a ceremony, just asked that his body be cremated, and I’ve already taken care of that. You can pick his remains up anytime at the funeral home in town.” Slim starts packing his briefcase up and pulls a set of keys out of his pocket, dropping them on the counter. “Send my secretary your bank information. I’ll handle the transfer of funds.” He says his goodbyes and he’s out the door, it shuts with a resounding thud behind him. Dean and I are both quiet for a long time. He finally pulls away, but not before kissing me, and heads behind the bar, pouring us both a shot of whiskey. He slides mine to me with a beer chaser and downs his shot.

“Why would he leave me all of it?” He asks, his eyes moving around the bar.

“Because he loved you. And you meant somethin’ to him. And this was his way of sayin’ ‘thank you’.” I say, honestly. I know just from the way Dean has talked about this bar and that time in his life that Jim meant something to him, too. He makes his way around the bar to me, settling himself between my open legs where I sit on the stool, and he drops his head to my shoulder and cries, and we stay like that for a long while.

Dean

Pressing brew on the coffee pot, I drag a cup out of the cupboard above it and settle myself against the counter, staring out the window at the valley below. Jim’s house sits on a bluff that butts out and overlooks the valley below. It had to have cost a mint, just for the view alone. I think back on the shit that transpired over the last few days.

The call about Jim, the drive to Colorado. My meeting with Slim. Whitley by my side through it all. After we locked the bar up last night, we drove to Jim’s. It didn’t make sense to rent a hotel room when the house was just sitting here, empty. We tumbled into the guest bedroom where we made love for hours. She has been my rock throughout this, which makes me love her even more. The coffee pot beeps, letting me know it’s finished brewing. Once I’ve poured myself a cup, I drag myself out to the patio.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been sitting there when the patio door slides open and Whit’s crawling into my lap. I open my arms and she curls up against me, staring off into the distance.

“Woke up and you were gone,” she says, snuggling closer. I run my hand down her back and press a kiss to her temple.

“I love you.” I say, tired of not telling her how I feel. If the last few days have taught me anything it’s that shit can change in an instant, and I don’t want to go any longer without her knowing. Her body stills and she pulls back, her eyes wide, flicking back and forth between mine.

“You’re sure?” She whispers, and I chuckle.

“Never been more sure of anything in my life. There isn’t one person in this world that I want more than you.” I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling her lips to mine. She sighs against my lips, and I use that as an opening to dip my tongue into her mouth, tasting. Taking. Showing her how much she means to me without words. We never needed words, not even back then. She showed me how much she loved me each time she kissed me. Each time she climbed into the bed of my truck with me and I laid her down, worshipping her body until she had to be home for curfew. Back then we were young and reckless. We had the teenage pregnancy to show for it.

But now, now we’re older. Wiser. We’ve spent time apart, had other lovers. Me more than her, but for me she’s always been it.

She breaks our kiss and presses her forehead to mine. “I could live a thousand lives, and each one of them I’d still choose you,” she confesses, lifting off my lap and dropping to her knees. Her eyes flick up to mine as she tugs at my sweatpants and I lift my ass, my pants freeing my cock. It juts out at attention and she leans forward, snaking her tongue out to taste me. Hissing in a breath, my hips leave the chair on their own accord.

“Fuckkk, Whit.” She grins at me, wickedly, before taking my full length in her mouth and practically swallowing my cock. She works her head up and down, sucking and licking.

“You were always so good at sucking my dick,” I say, wrapping her hair around my hand and tilting her head so she’s looking at me. Her eyes are hooded, my cock still in her mouth. I hold her head still as I thrust up into her mouth and her eyes widen before rolling back in her head. “You used to get off on it, too. Do you still get off on sucking my cock, Whitley Jean?” I ask, and she rubs her thighs together and moans around my shaft. I yank her mouth off me. “Stand up,” I command, and she scrambles to her feet. “Lose the fuckin’ shirt,” she drags it up and over her head immediately, revealing her naked body, sans panties, her thighs wet from the moisture pooling from her hot cunt. I shuck my pants the rest of the way off. “Turn the fuck around and sit on my lap.” She turns and grabs hold of the table in front of us and positions herself backwards on me, one knee on either side of my lap.

I steady her hips as she lowers herself down on my cock. She moans as she drops down, letting me fill her completely before she slides back up my shaft. I lean forward and drag the table closer, pressing on her back so she’s plastered against it but still fucking me. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, that puckered hole taunting me. I lean down and tongue it, making sure it’s wet.

I drag my hand across her cheek, circling my pinkie around the hole. “Do you think you’re ready for this?” I ask and she responds with a whimper, grinding her pussy harder against my cock. I suck my pinky into my mouth, making sure it’s wet enough to slide in. “Deep breath, baby.” I say, and as soon as she inhales, I slide my pinky inside her tight ass. Her body tenses.

“Relax,” I murmur, sliding my free hand to her clit, and strum my fingers against it. She shudders but relaxes her body. “Good girl,” I praise her and thrust my hips. This fucking woman. “You’re always so eager to please aren’t you baby?” I ask, sliding my pinky in further while I pinch her clit. “I need words, Whit,” I grit out and she cries out in pleasure.

“Y-y-yes,” she stutters, swiveling her hips and pressing her ass against my hand, begging for more, “please Dean, please fuck me.” She begs and I come the fuck undone. Standing, I kick my chair backwards and it clatters against the wall of the house. Whit’s feet hit the ground, but I flip her over on the table and slam back inside of her. The table scrapes along the patio as I fuck her, her feet flat against the table, legs spread wide as I chase my orgasm.

Leaning over her body, I graze my teeth along her neck as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her hand snakes down her body, finding her clit, and I lean back, watching her play with herself while I fuck her.

“Dean, dean, dean,” she chants and her body tenses, her orgasm rolling through her. I slam into her one more time before my release hits me and I come inside of her, her name a prayer on my lips, and I know in that moment, there’s nothing I won’t do to keep this woman.

Whitley

Tossing my suitcase in the trunk, I slam it shut and round the car to where Dean’s standing.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Dean asks, pulling me in for a hug and resting his chin on top of my head. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze.