Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

“Well, I’m going to let everyone get settled, and then I plan on throwing a big barbeque in a few weeks to celebrate your marriage,” Mimi said. Before heading to her car, she stopped and kissed each boy on the cheek, and then she turned back to look at Whit. “I’ll call you, Whitley, with the details.”

“Yes, ma’am. Talk to you soon!” Whit called back to Mimi.

Whit turned back around and hooked her arm with mine, and then we made our way toward the main barn.

She called back over her shoulder, “If you’ll excuse us, gentlemen, we need some girl time.”

I turned around, and my eyes caught Reed’s. We smiled at each other, and the way he smiled back told me he would miss me as much as I would miss him. When he winked, my heart melted, and my stomach took a nosedive.

After walking into the barn, out of earshot from everyone, Whitley pushed me onto a wooden bench. “Oh. My. God! Finally! Tell me everything,” she said as she jumped up and down and clapped her hands.

Two of the horses nickered, excited at the chance to go for a ride.

I rolled my eyes at her and tried to play it off. “Nothing really to tell. I mean, we fought some, hung out together, fought some more, went horseback riding a few times, Reed ran around some cows while he was naked, made mad, passionate love—”

Whitley held up her hands in a motion for me to stop talking. The smile on her face was making it hard for me not to smile from ear to ear.

“Okay…I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know why Reed was naked while running around cows. Although my curiosity is getting the better of me on that one, I want to hear about the mad, passionate love!” She dropped to her knees, put her elbows on my legs, and propped up her chin, ready to hear a story.

“There really isn’t much to tell,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. Just thinking of being with Reed was causing the want between my legs to return.

“Bitch, don’t even try it. I’ve been waiting for months for this shit to happen. I want details, Lollipop—now.”

I threw my hand up to my chest and said, “You want me to kiss and tell?”

“Uh…hell yeah, I do, and the sooner, the better before my hornier-than-hell husband comes looking for me! He actually wanted to pull over and have sex in the truck on the way home.”

I covered my mouth and let out a laugh before I said, “My God, you just spent three weeks together on your honeymoon. Did y’all not have sex? Speaking of honeymoon, how was it?”

The way the blush moved across her cheeks made me so happy. I knew they both wanted a baby, so I had no doubt in my mind that a lot of babymaking had happened during those three weeks.

She put her head in my lap and let out a long sigh before looking back up at me. “Oh, Court, it was amazing. He made it so incredibly romantic the whole time. Gah! The places he made love to me were unreal. I don’t know how many times, but the things he whispered in my ear melted me on the spot.” She shook her head and smiled bigger as if she was remembering something.

“Whitley, I’m so happy for you. You deserve your happily ever after more than anyone I know.”

She looked up at me, and tears filled her eyes. “So do you, Courtney.”

I let a small smile play across my mouth as I nodded in agreement. I ignored the familiar sick feeling in my stomach that I’d been feeling for the last couple of days. I’d been waiting to wake up to find this all had been a dream.

“We can talk about the honeymoon later. Court…you and Reed?”

I shook my head and then dropped it back as I let out a long sigh. I pulled my head forward and looked into her eyes. “I love him so much, Whitley, and that scares the shit out of me, but when we’re together…” I slowly smiled bigger. “My God, when we’re together, I feel so…so…”

“Safe? Loved? Peaceful and content?” Whitley asked with a smile.

“Yes! He makes me feel all those things. I never felt that with Mitch or any other guy I dated. Reed’s touch…it does things to me and makes me feel like a horny teenager.”

Whitley giggled and sat back as she nodded her head for me to keep going.

“I feel this connection with him, and a part of me is so scared by it, but the other part of me wants to just take off running with it and never look back.”

Whitley raised her eyebrow and whispered, “Tell me about the first time.”

I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows up and down. “Well, two words—wall sex!” I said as I began bouncing up and down on the bench.

“Oh my God! You finally got your wall sex!” Whitley screamed.

I slapped her acros