Rhett's Gift, page 5
“Would you go see if they have any apple pie?”
“We’re on it,” Boone said as he scooted out, taking Liam with him by simply pushing him and then lifting him to his feet in front of him. They walked up to the cabinet that had the pies displayed, and I turned in the booth and looked at my husband.
“You were supposed to be having fun. Making a dent in the bank account so I had a reason to fill it again. We’ve been over this I don’t know how many times. So tell me why you didn’t get what you were interested in?”
Rhett rolled his eyes and glared at me before he moved in closer. I wanted to pull him in for a kiss, but I wasn’t quite sure I wouldn’t get shoved for my efforts just then.
“Because even though Liam loved the shoes, they were a bit uncomfortable for me and not practical when chasing around twins that are couch surfing. And although the jeans were cute on Liam, he eats like a bird, and I’ve gained some weight in the past year and they pinched my balls. But I couldn’t say anything about either of them because I didn’t want to hurt Liam’s feelings because he loved both and got both.”
I gave in and pulled Rhett to me. “I’m sorry. But can we go shopping for more things later? Including groceries?”
“We can, but I’m Liam’s ride, so I’ll need to take him home first.”
“Good news, they have apple pie,” Boone said as he slid back into the booth. “I took a chance since it looked like you two were kissing, so I figured he wasn’t going to bite your head off anymore.”
Rhett laughed and tossed his straw wrapper at my brother, which lightened the mood at the table considerably. I looked at my husband and wondered where this extra weight was that Rhett was talking about because I didn’t see it anywhere.
6
Rhett
It was only just after ten in the morning, and I was already exhausted. How was that possible? Logan had been amazing all weekend. After we’d gone shopping together after lunch on Friday, we picked up the twins from my dads’ and then spent the rest of the weekend at home.
Logan was there all weekend, helping like he usually did on weekends, but now it was Monday morning, and although he’d been by my side since Friday afternoon, the fact that we were at the clinic with Abi had somehow drained all of the energy I’d gotten from the weekend of resting. What was it about the twins that drained me completely?
“I can’t believe we have had such rotten luck with the twins,” I said as we waited in the exam room with a fussy Ash and squirmy Abi. Both wanted down out of our arms, and I was beginning to regret leaving the stroller in the Audi.
“It hasn’t been that bad. Not really. And you have to remember, whereas most parents have one at a time, we had two,” Logan said as there was a knock at the door before it opened and Dr. Rockwell stuck her head in.
“Good morning, family. I hear we have a young lady with a sensitive stomach,” she said as she came into the room, followed by her nurse.
“It seems so. We were following the suggested schedule for switching from formula to cow’s milk, but she’s spitting up a lot more now, and her diapers are just…” I shuddered, remembering the one from yesterday. That outfit was adorable, but I was in agreement with Logan. It went into the diaper pail with the diaper while she went directly into the tub. There was no saving that.
“When we were talking to Rhett’s dads on Friday, they had said he had issues with dairy when he was younger. Do you think it could be the same thing?” Logan asked. I had had no problems with dairy products now, but apparently I couldn’t digest them easily when I was younger.
“It’s possible. With Rhett being Abi’s biological father, I’d say it’s likely, but not necessarily a certain. She hasn’t broken out in hives, or had any breathing issues, so I don’t believe she’s allergic to dairy. It’s possible her stomach is just sensitive to it. Did the symptoms improve when you cut out the milk from her bottles and went back to just formula?”
Logan and I looked at each other, and then we both looked back toward Dr. Rockwell.
“I’ll take that as a no?”
“They seem to be getting better, but we only went back to strictly the soy-based formula on Saturday. Has that been enough time to completely settle her stomach?”
“No, not necessarily. Certainly give it a few more days and see if her stomach settles. She’s not running a fever, she’s not showing any signs of being sick, I think her tummy just isn’t ready for cow’s milk yet. When her stomach settles down and she’s had a few weeks to readjust, try some almond milk or one of the soy-based toddler formulas and see how she does on them. It’s possible she’s just not ready for cow’s milk. It can be common with children with lower birth weights, such as twins.” Dr. Rockwell listened to Abi’s heartbeat while she sat on my lap. She then looked in her ears first and then her eyes, followed by a quick glance up her nose before she looked at us and shook her head.
“Nothing?” Logan asked.
“Nothing. She’s healthy. Her weight is good, her height isn’t bad for other babies her age, her ears, eyes, and nose are clear. She shows no signs of having an allergic reaction to anything. If she is spitting up the milk and having loose stools, everything is pointing towards a dairy intolerance, not allergy.”
I sighed and leaned down to give Abi a quick kiss on the top of her still bald head. “That’s actually a relief. I mean, we don’t exactly raise their cows, but we do raise beef cattle and I’d hate for Logan’s daughter to be allergic to milk. How ironic would that be?” I said. He was shaking his head no at me, and I looked back at the doctor, who was smiling at the two of us.
“Stick with the soy formula for a little longer, and then try one of the others. Almond milk isn’t bad, and they have one that tastes like cow’s milk and that should make it easier later on when trying to switch her to cow’s milk. She will already be used to the flavor, and you won’t have issues with that. Now, did you want me to do a full one-year exam since you are all here? Then you won’t need to come back in after the beginning of the year when their appointment is scheduled for?”
I was about to agree, but Logan answered first. “Actually, Rhett’s dads will be bringing them in because he and I will be away for a few days for our anniversary.”
I stared at Logan and wondered just how long he was planning on being gone. The twins’ one-year checkup was scheduled for the sixth of January, but Logan had mentioned being gone for just a long weekend.
“Well then, it sounds like that will be taken care of. If there’s nothing else, I hope everyone has a fantastic holiday.”
I tore my gaze away from Logan and offered Dr. Rockwell a genuine smile. I liked the twins’ doctor, and she seemed to really enjoy her job. Once she left the room, Logan and I bundled up the twins by wrapping them back in their blankets, and then we quickly followed.
As we left the doctor’s office, I followed closely behind Logan, and we both gasped when we left the warmth of the building and went out into the biting wind. The temperature wouldn’t be that bad if it weren’t for the wind.
We quickly had the twins buckled into their seats, and then Logan and I were headed back to Wild Creek with them.
“Is it just me, or do you feel like maybe we wasted a trip into town?”
Logan outright laughed at my question as he drove through the streets of Sulfur Springs. “Yes and no. I think you don’t get off the ranch enough, and I also think that it was better for Dr. Rockwell to have eyeballs on Abi just to be safe. The fact that you yourself had a dairy intolerance when you were her age actually makes me feel a little better.”
I nodded in agreement because it helped put things into perspective. “Well, since we’re in town and you say I don’t get off the ranch enough, did you want to do anything while we were here?”
Logan pulled up to an intersection and stopped at the red light. “Such as?”
“I honestly have nothing. But I thought I’d ask because you said I don’t leave the ranch enough.”
“You don’t. But we’re going to work on that,” Logan said as he started moving again with traffic. What did that mean? I didn’t have time to leave the ranch. I was busy taking care of our twins, and that was definitely a full-time job in itself.
“We did the shopping on Friday, but do we have enough formula? I know you had cut back on the number of cans you were buying because we were switching over to milk.”
“I picked up several on Friday. I guess you didn’t see me put them in the cart.”
“I guess not. All right then, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” Logan asked as he turned onto the highway that would take us back to Crooked Bend and then beyond that, Wild Creek.
I thought about everything that needed to be done at the house and wanted to share everything with Logan, but I held back. I didn’t want him to think that I had too much to do. He did more than enough for the twins, and he was up early, every day, sometimes before the sun. He spent a good portion of the day going in and out of the buildings, checking in with the ranch hands and on the cattle. He deserved to not have to worry about me or the twins. I should be able to take care of and handle that portion on my own. I wanted him to not have to worry about it, but it was something else I failed at lately.
“Just hanging out with the twins and finishing up the laundry we didn’t get done yesterday. What about you? Were you and Boone going out to check on the herd that was in the east pasture?”
Logan chuckled and shook his head before he sent his piercing gaze my way. “No. The cattle in the east pasture have already been checked on twice this month, and you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’ve already told you I’ll be hanging out with you more now. I covered for Boone when his girls were young, and now it’s his turn to do the same. I let you push me out more and more starting at three months old, but now I’m pushing back and you’re stuck with me.”
I stared at Logan, and my breath caught as I tried to not cry. Was he serious? He had mentioned that he was taking some time off over the holidays, but what did that mean?
“See, that there. That’s why. Sweetheart, you need me, and I know you do, and yet you keep trying to do everything on your own. That’s not necessary, and there’s no reason for it. They’re my kids too, and they are just as important to me as they are to you. I love them just as much as you do. But you are my number one priority. You are the reason I get up every morning and do what I do. Without you I wouldn’t have them.”
I wished we were home already instead of just driving through Crooked Bend. It didn’t seem to matter though because what Logan said really hit home, and I couldn’t keep in the tears that were determined to fall.
“I just didn’t want to fail you, and I did. I can’t even raise our kids without needing help.”
Logan pulled over and parked in the hardware store parking lot. “Rhett, look at me. Nobody ever asked or expected you to do it alone. We had the twins. Not you, not me—us. Yeah, I help run Wild Creek. But I also have a younger brother as well as three younger cousins who also help run it. Simon’s taking time off because he and Sean have Hope now. Isaac has cut back on his hours since he had Mack. That’s the good thing about what we do. We’re a unit, and we all pitch in when needed.” Logan reached for my hand, and when he placed tissues in mine, I smiled.
I took the Kleenex that Logan handed me and first wiped my eyes and then blew my nose before I looked at my husband. “I just want to make you proud. I just want to be normal and be able to do this stuff.”
“You are normal. And you’re doing just fine. The twins are growing—they’re thriving even—and they’re happy. That means a lot right there. You’ve worn yourself to the point of exhaustion, and yet you are worried about me. I’d say you’re doing more than just fine.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
“I know. And that’s something that you and Dr. Lane are working on. And if you’re still working on it a few more years from now, it won’t change how I feel about you. You went through a lot, and that’s not just something that can be easily overcome. We’ll keep working on it and doing what we do best.”
I sighed as Logan ran his hand down the side of my face. His hands were large and covered with calluses, but his touch was always gentle and always had the same effect. He made me feel wanted and loved.
“Now, what do you say we head on home and we can spend the day warm and toasty at the house with the twins. I’m sure Scarlett misses us by now and is probably eagerly awaiting our return.”
I reached up and put my hand on top of Logan’s before I smiled at him and gave him a subtle nod. Yes, that definitely sounded like a good day.
“That sounds perfect actually. And maybe when the twins go down for their nap, I can talk you into taking one with me.”
Logan sent me a grin as he put the SUV in drive and pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the highway. I was wondering if he realized that I didn’t actually plan on napping when the twins did? I mean, my husband was playing hooky with me. He was home, the twins were going to be asleep, and that was the perfect time for at least a blowjob, right?
Only, I wasn’t quite that lucky because when it was time for the twins to go down for their naps, Ash wouldn’t. He was determined to stay awake and play, and every time he’d just start to nod off, he’d jerk himself awake.
By the time I got our stubborn and determined son to sleep, Logan was in his home office on the phone regarding the sale of straws of Marshmallow’s semen. He waved me in, and when I entered the office, I decided that I was definitely going to get that blowjob I wanted. I mean, I’d actually given Logan one under the desk before when Graham was sitting across from him. If he was on the phone, that wasn’t nearly as daring, right?
When I dropped to my knees in front of Logan and reached for his jeans, he ran his fingers through my hair and gave it a gentle tug.
“No, Mr. Belk. The price is per straw. He’s certified, and all of the paperwork comes with each purchase.”
I pulled out Logan’s soft cock and gave it a few gentle strokes with my fingers before I followed with my nose and then my tongue. It quickly became interested, and when he was half-hard, I sucked on the head, hard, pulling a quiet gasp from my husband.
“No, Mr. Belk. Umm, we’re happy to sell…umm, more than one, but we can’t do half for half the money.”
I looked up at Logan, who begged me with his eyes, and I smiled around his cock that was filling my mouth. That seemed to be what he needed, and he started gently thrusting his hips upward while I sucked, never breaking eye contact with him. He’d said it made it more intense for him, and that’s why I did it, and the fact that he was on the phone with a client about sperm wasn’t lost on me either.
“No, Mr. Belk. We can’t do that,” Logan said. He closed his eyes, and I was rewarded with a gush of fluid. It wasn’t precum, yet it wasn’t full-on cum yet either, but that wasn’t far off from the taste or feel of things. I gave his balls a gentle squeeze with one hand while I sucked up and down his length and stroked with my hand, and that’s all it took.
“Fuck…” Logan whispered as he came and flooded my mouth with his release. I pulled off, and when another spurt hit me on the cheek, I just continued to stroke my husband’s cock while he quietly panted above me.
“No, Mr. Belk, I didn’t mean you. I almost dropped the phone. Yes, that would be the cost for two straws. Yes, they’d be shipped FedEx,” Logan said as I licked up his dick and lapped up that last little bit of cum from the tip.
“Very good. I’ll have Isaac send you the invoice, and once it’s paid, you’ll receive the package the next day.”
I swirled my tongue around Logan’s overly sensitive head, and when I got to the underside, he yanked on my hair, giving me a stern look.
“No, thank you, Mr. Belk. Have a great day,” Logan said, and when he touch the screen on his phone, he tossed it onto the desk and pulled me upward by tugging on my hair.
“You have a little something on your face,” Logan said as he leaned in and licked his release off my cheek. His hands found their way into the back of the sweats I’d changed into, and it was my turn to moan in pleasure as my husband’s hands, mouth, and tongue brought me pleasure.
7
Logan
I loved my husband. Completely and totally. And one of the most amazing things about our relationship was the fact that Rhett had no boundaries. He showed affection without hesitation.
One of the very first blowjobs he’d ever giving me had been while he was hiding under my desk and I was talking to my cousin Graham about who knew what. Something having to deal with the ranch for sure, but what exactly, I couldn’t quite recall. But I remembered the fact that I came in Rhett’s mouth while my cousin sat across the desk from me.
And we’d had sex in vehicles in public more than once in the three years we’d been together—even been caught by the sheriff once. When we were out in public with each other, it wasn’t uncommon for Rhett to grab my ass or my junk for that matter. I didn’t care. I loved that he was completely open with me and our relationship and had no issues with showing the world.
So when Rhett came into the office while I was talking to Mr. Belk about buying straws of sperm, I wasn’t overly surprised when he dropped to his knees and opened my pants. I’d gotten incredibly good at keeping my moans to myself, but when my little munchkin stared me down while he had my cock buried deep in his throat—something he knew that was incredibly intense for me—and my orgasm caught me by surprise, I couldn’t quite keep my moans or comments to myself.
After I had finally gotten off the phone with Mr. Belk, I fucked Rhett hard right there in the office. He knew exactly how to turn me on, and the fact that he’d initiated things the way he did let me know that anything was game. That’s why I was able to strip him naked and pull him onto my lap to where I could watch my dick go in and out of his tight opening over and over. Since I’d already come once, my second orgasm took longer, and Rhett was begging for mercy by the time I was ready to go again. When I finally let go of his hands and he was able to grab his own dick, he screamed my name loud enough to make Scarlett whimper and whine on the other side of the door. When his orgasm caused his body to squeeze mine tightly, I came while buried deep inside him and was thankful that I was already sitting down because if I had been standing, we both would have ended up on the floor.
