Come Back for You

I’ve been in Colorado with him for about four days but one of us has to get back to Alabama and run the bar and take care of Ranger. There is still so much to be done here before Dean can come home. He needs to decide if he wants to sell the house and figure out what to do with the bar. We’ve spent days going through Jim’s things, tossing some, keeping others. I don’t want to leave Dean, but one of us has to go home.

Home. His house because I can’t keep Ranger at my apartment. It’s too small and that wouldn’t be fair to him, plus the landlord doesn’t allow pets. Dean all but demanded that I stay at the farmhouse.

“Positive,” I say, exhaling and releasing him. He tips my chin up and kisses me sweetly.

“I love you. Thank you for helping me with all of this and for takin’ care of Ranger.” He drags me to him by my belt loop and presses another kiss to my lips. “Now go on, get outta here.” He shoots me a sad smile. He’s still

heartbroken over the loss of Jim and I think this time alone will help him heal.

“I love you too.” He grins at my words and helps me into the car. I give one last wave and back out of the driveway and away from him, leaving my heart in Colorado.

2 weeks later

“Oof!” Ranger lands on me with a thump. “God ya heifer, get off me.” I groan and shove him off me and he rolls over, demanding I rub his belly. The thump thump of his tail lets me know he appreciates the attention. My cell rings from the coffee table and I abandon my doggie duties to answer it.

“Hey,” I breathe out, not needing to check the caller ID. It’s Dean. He calls every night after the bar closes.

“Fuck, I miss you,” he rasps over the phone and my tummy flip flops like it always does when I hear his voice.

“I miss you, too,” I tell him truthfully because I do. This distance is killing me. He’s still in Colorado and I’m still in Monroeville, running the bar and taking care of Ranger. That in itself is a full-time job. This little guy is a lot of work. The dog chooses that moment to go lay on his doggy bed, finally worn out from all the shenanigans he’s had today.

“How was your shift?” He asks as I go about setting the alarm and turning all the lights off downstairs.

“Good. Busy, but good. Think we might have to hire another bartender if business keeps on like it’s been,” he yawns audibly over the phone, “honey if you’re tired, go to sleep.” I put it on speaker as I strip out of my clothes and climb into bed.

“And miss out on my favorite part of the day? Never.”

I smile at his comment. Talking to him is the best part of my day, too. We text throughout the day, but nothing can compare to hearing his voice every night before I go to sleep. I snuggle down into the covers just as the screen on my phone signals a facetime request from Dean. I hit accept and his beautiful face fills the screen.

“Fuck, you are so gorgeous,” he says, and I shake my head. His eyes roam over me and his lips tip up into a smile. “Tilt the phone.” He demands and I oblige, revealing my breasts. He groans. “God what I wouldn’t give to be next to you right now.”

“Ya know, there’s this thing called phone sex that I hear is pretty hot,” I say, and he drops his head back on a groan.

“Fuck. Yes.” I lose his face but he’s back shortly, sans shirt. “You know what I want?”

“Mmm, no baby. What?”

“I want you to open the nightstand drawer and grab what’s in it.” I prop the phone up on the stand beside me, making a show of crawling across the bed, my panty clad ass pointed directly at the camera. He groans behind me. I slide the drawer open. Shit. I go back to my side of the bed and hold the vibrator up. “Bought that before I left, and we haven’t had a chance to play. This is even better though, cos I get to watch you play with yourself.” I rub my thighs together because I want that. Badly. He notices the movement and chuckles. “Lose the undies, babe.”

I do as I’m told and wriggle out of my panties, making a show of tossing them over my shoulder.

“Lemme see that pretty pussy,” Dean demands, and I climb to my knees, the phone still propped up on the nightstand against the lamp. “Oh, fuck yes,” he murmurs, and I watch his hand disappear down the screen. He adjusts the phone so it’s below his cock and I have a clear view up his body. That beautiful dick is standing at attention, thick and hard, a vein running up the underside of it. A vein that I want to run my tongue along.

I lick my lips, dragging my hand across my chest and over my pebbled nipples. Dean gives his cock a hard stroke as he watches. “I miss your cock,” I say, and he chuckles again.

“It misses you, too.” I continue my path from my chest down my stomach, pausing when I reach my pussy, taking in Dean’s face. He is still stroking himself, the cords in his neck popping out, his eyes heated with desire.

“Is this what you want to watch?” I ask, dipping a finger inside of myself and biting my lip. I’m already wet and he knows it.

“More,” he demands, pumping faster. I insert another finger which elicits a moan from me. “Fuckk,” he groans. “Been too long without you, baby. I’m not gonna last. Grab the toy.” I pick the vibrator up with my free hand and turn it on. I start to slide it inside, but he stops me. “Other hole,” he grits out, and my hand inside of me stills.

“But…” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“Good, now be a good girl and do what I say.” I stay on my knees, dragging the vibrator from the front to the back, and press it there, the pressure and vibration drawing out a moan from me. My eyes fall closed. “No.” Dean snaps, and they fly back open, “eyes on me. Look at what you do to me.”