#cole riggan fics

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 16

Summary:  Life with Cole…

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, teasing, mentions of a breeding kink, tit worship, lactation kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6.6K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

The sun beams in through the bedroom window, and Cole glances down at your sleeping body.  In ways it feels like no time at all has passed.  You still curl into him, your hand mindlessly rubbing on his chest, while your slow breaths warm up his bare skin.  Your fingers still flutter in your sleep.  The difference now was there was the cutest little boy snoozing away downstairs.  

With the monitor on the nightstand, he hears Waylon’s soft little snores, and Cole has never felt more complete.  It was almost another fight getting you and Waylon to the house.  There were constant words going back and forth between him and Alan.  Your father did want to let you go, and really didn’t want Waylon to go.  

He had begged you to just wait.  Told you that you and Cole needed to date before you went rushing back to the way things were, but you ever so calmly told him you were going to be with your fiancé, and then there was another fight.  So many words were said to Cole, but he had you and his son, and Loretta Lynn all under one roof.  And that was what mattered.

He hates himself for not just showing back up, and demanding to talk to you.  He could have had this all along.  And you stayed faithful to him.  You never moved on or found another man.  You waited patiently because you knew that Cole would return.

He worried about how the town treated you as you walked around pregnant and alone.  What Bill could have said to you.  Or worse…Hal.  Cole has half a mind to tell you and your folks exactly who was behind the missing letter.  One thing was for certain, he was going to let Hal stew in worry on whether Cole tells you or not.  Hal robbed everyone of a different life.  Tried to insert himself into your life, and even then, it still didn’t work.

If it wasn’t for Waylon’s clear attachment to Hal, Cole would have already mentioned it.  He couldn’t even decide if it was worth it to tell you.  He had you, all of you.  And Hal was left with regret.  It pissed him off because Waylon would blurt out Hal’s name with his random jibberish and words.  And would even ask where Hal was.  

“Mmm,” you moan, sitting up a bit to look at him, “Oh my god,” you wince, and start to laugh.

“Are you okay?  What’s wrong?” Cole’s hand was pressing up against your skin gently as he looks over your body trying to figure out what ailed you.

“I think you turned me inside out.  Oh, god,” sitting up fully in the bed, Cole starts to lean forward, nipping at your tits, and you smirk, “Seriously?  What is your obsession with my boobies?”

“Don’t call them that.  You make it sound like I’m a child,” he mumbles with a mouth full of nipple.  Flicking on the bud.  “What?  I like the look of them.”

“Really?  And what are you trying to accomplish by sucking on my tit?”

“You know what I want to accomplish,” he pulls you back to the bed, moving to hover over you, and placing his thigh right in between yours, moaning when his skin touches your bare cunt, winding a hand down in between as well.  Rubbing over your tender clit, and slinking two fingers down into your warmth.  “I think I showed you exactly how…”

“Oww,” you start giggling when Cole removes his hand from between your thighs.  “I’m not used to that right now.”

“Are you seriously raw?”

“Why don’t you look,” his head goes underneath the sheet, and his entire body positions itself in between your thighs while he playfully inspects you.  Spreading apart your velvety lips, and kissing over your sore pussy.

“She’s still wet,” sitting up a bit more, you lift the blanket to see him smiling up at you.  Giving the most gentle kisses to your core.  “She’s really wet.”

“And raw.  I said you turned me inside out.  I swear we only took little naps all night.  She misses you, but for this morning, she needs a break.”

“Bee…”

“Ehh,” you place a hand over his mouth.  You missed him so much it hurt.  You didn’t doubt that he would come back for you and his son, but now it seems like a dream.  He was right here, and you had spent all night remembering each other’s bodies.  “Cole, she’s tired, and we have the rest of our lives.”

“Mama!  Bee!” You snort, starting to sit up more.  “Daddy!  Toe Wiggle!  I up!”

“Daddy, Toe Wiggle, your son is up and ready.  Waylon, be down in just a second, buddy.”

“Wayton Toe!” He screams, wiggling the gate a bit.  “My Etta, yes!” Hearing a plop on the floor, it was obvious that Etta was occupying him for the time being.  Giggles galore from him while he gets morning snuggles, and you turn to look at Cole with tired, but happy eyes.

He cups your cheek a moment, still thankful that you hadn’t moved on, “My son.  I love to hear that, and he’s very sweet to hear, minus the fact he calls me Toe Wiggle.”

“It’s adorable.  Even your mom says so,” grabbing his shirt, he stops you.  Squeezing and kneading both tits before sucking on them both.  Those piercing eyes looking up at you over your chest.”

“Wayton Toe!” Waylon demands from downstairs.  Starting to stomp his feet around as he repeats his name over and over again.  Doing a little jig to wake you and Cole up.

“Alright, alright, let’s go get the boy.  I need those later.”

“They get bigger when I’m pregnant,” biting at your lip, you look at him over your shoulder.  “But of course once Waylon was born they belonged to him.”

“That’s not even funny.  Bee, I’m not even joking.”

“Did you just become a boob man?”

“I feel that’s very obvious.”

“Wayton Toe!” Your toddler growls out, shaking the gate again.  “My mama!  Get me!”

“That’s enough, sir.  Let’s go make breakfast with your baby.”

Cole sighs, watching you practically skip to the door, hearing that sweet boy squeal when he sees you at the top of the stairs.  This was the one thing he never even knew he wanted, and now he didn’t know how he could live without it.  Scooping your son up in your arms, you kiss all over his chubby cheeks asking how he slept.  

“Ahh!  Hey, daddy!  Toe Wiggle my daddy!”

“Hey, buddy,” Waylon makes grabby hands towards Cole, and you love watching them bond.  It didn’t take much and Waylon was wanting to spend more time with Cole than he did you.  Laughed and smiled at everything Cole said.  And Waylon loved to trace Cole’s features with his fingers.  Moving those tiny fingers over every bit of his daddy’s face.  “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Nee and Appies!”

“You heard him, Bee.  Our son wants apples and honey.  Maybe we should have pancakes, too?” Waylon nods his head excitedly, and points down to Loretta, “We need to feed the ole gal, huh?”

“Etta not ode!” He frowns looking at Cole before pouting down at the dog.  “Etta my baby!”

“No, you’re right.  And Waylon Cole is  my baby.”

Waylon takes a deep breath, patting a hand over his belly, and shakes his head.  “No.  No, me a big boy!  Need a baby!”

“Yes, Yes we do,” both Cole and Waylon turn look towards you, and you are flabbergasted.  Waylon hadn’t ever asked you for a baby.

“Waylon Cole Turner!” You yelp looking at the two of them.  “What is this?”

“I not a baby,” Waylon shrugs, and looks over at Cole.  “Daddy said.”

“Woah, why are you ratting me out like this, buddy?”

“You two feed the dog.  I’m going to make breakfast.  Waylon get daddy to help make your bed, and get your outfit picked out.  You can get dressed after breakfast.”

“Ooh!  Daddy naughty.”

“Daddy is going to go to timeout if he keeps talking like that.  Now, boys.  You have work to do,” you wait until Cole places Waylon on the floor, letting him waddle over to Loretta’s food, and help him assist Waylon.  Checking her water before running to his room.

“Bee, are you really angry?”

“No, but…we’ve got so much going on.  We want to build a house.  We want to get married.  You need to bond with Waylon, and you’re already hinting about a baby.  Can we just slow down, please?  I’m not saying I don’t want another baby.  I just want to pause this.  My dad hates this.  We can’t do anything without you and him getting in an argument.  And I know that Hal hates this, and…don’t roll your eyes.  I know what your issues are with him.”

“No, you really don’t,” you really had no idea, and at this point it was best if you didn’t.  It irradiated Cole to think about what Hal did with those letters.  Did he read them?  Did he still have them?  Or were they trashed like it was nothing?

“Either you tell me all the issues, or you let it go.  Waylon loves him.  And he knows who his dad is, and that’s you.  He just calls Hal, Hal.  I’m not saying the two of you have to be best friends, I’m just saying that Hal had a big part of our lives.  He was there,” Cole clenches his teeth.  His Adam’s apple bobs, and as of right now, there was no making Cole understand.  “Hal is the least of our worries.  You want a house.”

“I want to experience everything I missed.  The thing that everyone got to be a part of, and I didn’t,” this was the worst part of your situation.  Cole missed out on so much, as did Waylon.  They deserved to have every experience that a father and son should.  And there was no going back.

“I’ll make a deal with you; after Waylon turns two, if we have the house mostly finished, then we can start trying.  I don’t want another baby here.  You’re the older one here, can’t you see that this just isn’t the time for a child or enough space for a baby?” He nods his head, pulling you into his embrace by your waist.  His chin on top of your head, and you melt into his chest.  “I want you to have all that you missed, but at the right time.”  

“You’re right, sweet Bee.  It’s not the right time, but if you could quit trying to force Hal on me, that would be great.”

“Daddy, mama, kiss!”

“I didn’t kiss her.”

“Kiss!”

“You better do as he says, Daddy,” you smile up at Cole, knowing that everyday you were going to get to have these moments.  Everyday something new, and everyday have your family together.  Sure, you had some things to work through, but they were right there in your grasp.  And you were ready.

“And where’s your ‘fiancé’?” You roll your eyes, jumping onto the counter as your dad cleans up from supper.  “Came here without my boy, too.  Honey, you just whisked Waylon from everything he knows.  Took my dog.  And your…shacked up with Cole Turner.  Are you even aware of how old he is?  Or did you really just want to piss me off?”

“Are you finished?” Sighing, you lean back on the cabinets.  Cole had kept Waylon just for you to have this conversation.  “I’m not leaving Cole to make yourself feel better.”

“He’s not good enough for you.  You deserve more than that…honey, you have no idea how he was in high school.”

“Why are you focused on that?  Focus on how he is now.  How he treats your daughter and grandson.  All you care about is who Cole was, instead of who he is to me right now.  Dad, he’s a good man,” your dad opens his mouth, but you only speak louder.  It was his turn to listen, “Had Cole known about Waylon while I was pregnant, he would have been here.  That man loved Waylon immediately.  That is his son.  He is our son.  And he makes both of us so happy.  That’s what matters.  Did you know we spent the day looking at house plans?”

“He’s putting you on his family land, so you have nothing.  If you split up, then what?”

“That’s a pretty big if.  And besides, this land is going to mine, and then Waylon’s.  I have something to fall back on for me and my child.  And our home will be paid for with both of our money.  That is what couples do.  Cole isn’t going to own me.  We are a team.  And he is not only my fiancé but he is my son’s, your grandson’s, father.  And Waylon loves his daddy.  Can you not see that?  Are you that pissed off that you don’t even see how he emulates Cole? Is it the age difference or because you know him?  Because neither of us knew the connection.  Quite frankly we weren’t even worried about anything like that.”

Alan exhales deeply, putting a cup into the cabinet before turning towards you. Leaning on the counter, trying to find the words to say.  Everything coming to his brain was yet another insult.  “Do you not see why I’m upset?”

“No,” you answer flatly.  There was no reason for him to be upset.  Cole didn’t even put up a fight while he let Alan punch him over and over again.  “I would get why you are upset if Cole was a piece of shit.  I could have brought Waylon for this conversation, and let him be with mom, but Cole doesn’t want Waylon away from him.  He’s never going to get that time back.  He didn’t hear Waylon say his first word, or see him take his first step.  Cole missed him eating solid food.  He missed him stomping around in nothing but boots while you let him pee off the porch.  Cole has missed so much of his son’s life, and it wasn’t by choice.  He was wanted by both of us.”

“I didn't need to hear that.”

“Then hear this; Cole and I talked about kids.  About how we wanted them.  We talked about our plans for our future.  I wasn’t just some girl to him.  We talked about marriage.  Waylon might not have been planned, but he wasn’t really prevented either.”

Your father’s face falls blank while he stares at you, and you start to giggle.  If he wanted to continue to not like Cole for you, and he still had no idea the dynamics of your relationship with him.  Cole and you were both to blame for the creation of Waylon.  He was such a pleasant surprise, and everything he did reminded you of Cole.

“Seriously?  You have to bring up…I don’t want to talk about yours and — his life like that.”

“But you do.  You want to assume because of our age difference that all it was between us was the physical part, and it just wasn’t.  I lived with him.  We spent every day together, and we talked.  We wanted what we’re planning now.  Seriously, we wanted this life.  And I just want you to accept that Cole is not only Waylon’s dad, but he’s going to be my husband.  I don’t want this constant fight or disagreement between the two of you.  Cole Turner today is not Cole Turner from high school.  Are you?”

His sight falls to the counter while he lets that marinate.  You never once raised your voice or got irritated with your father.  You were calm.  And his attitude towards Cole was not going to sway you from being with him.  You wanted Cole those two years, and you still did.  “Tomorrow, if you like, we can take you out to the property where we want to build.  Start planning our future.”

“He’s so much older than you, honey.”

“Maybe.  But he loves me.  Loves our son.  Waylon loves him, and is loving having us together.  I have to hear everyone else’s whispers about mine and Cole’s age difference, and for the past two years that’s all it’s been.  Whispers about me being a single mom.  Marrying Cole we’ll hear the same things, and we need support.  So either you support us, or…”

“We’ll support you.  I remember how everyone spoke about you, and you didn’t flinch.  It was because you knew Cole was coming back, hmm?  I don’t like this.  I don’t know if I ever will.  And if he…if he disappoints you or my grandson, he will have hell to pay.”

“So why don’t we worry about it if it happens.  But it won’t.  Cole’s the real deal.  You’ll see.  Now, can I go home to my son and fiancé?”

“Only if you bring my boy here for supper,” you give him a nod, jumping off the counter.  You were warned this would be a hard transition for your father.  Keeping Waylon away from him was never an option.  He just wasn’t going to be living here, and with your parents.  But you know just how much your dad was missing his buddy.  How Waylon’s night routine was no longer laying back and watching the news with his Papaw until he fell asleep.  He wasn’t being woken up by the pitter patter of Waylon’s feet in the morning.  It was one thing that you liked to admit, Waylon had a good Papaw.

“Clean up your toys, buddy,” Waylon lets out a bit of a growl, looking up at Cole, while you ready him a cup of milk.  

“Me no wanna.  Me pay.”

“It’s naptime, and you made a mess,” Waylon’s lip starts to pucker, trembling with his incoming tears.  He had stayed awake past his nap, and his behavior was showing it.  You just wait, and see how Cole was going to handle Waylon.  He had his moments, just like any other child.  “Waylon.”

“No!  Me pay!” And there was the stomp.  The one that Cole loved for you to do, but with his son was a bit different.  Same pouty face, and same force behind the stomp.  “Me pay now!”

“No, you clean up now.  Mama is making you some warm milk, and we’re going to take a nap,” he shakes his head no, stomping his foot again, and Cole looks up at you.  You want Cole to be more proactive with dealing with this side of Waylon.  It came with the territory.  “Waylon Cole, it is time to clean up.”

“No nap!  Wayton Toe no seep.”

Cole takes a deep breath, squatting down into the floor with Waylon, and the toddler immediately runs into his arms.  The standoff anger was gone, and replaced with sleepy tears.  “Wayton Toe seepy.”

“I know you’re sleepy, buddy.  You wanna help daddy clean up?”

“No!” Waylon wails, burying his face into Cole’s chest.  “Me seep.  Me seep now.”

“Daddy. Is going to hold you then, and pick up your toys.  You just tell me where they go, okay?”

“Otay.  I seep wif mama and…and my daddy?”

“Yes, buddy,” Cole looks up to you, and with the most pitiful face.  You don’t bother to make a comment.  Just stand with his milk ready in your hand.  Watching the two of them bond, and also clean up the mess.  Waylon points over to a new set of drawers that Cole said that Waylon needed.  Even crawling out of Cole’s arms to help assist his dad.  Taking the time to put each toy back where it belonged.  Finally smiling when he reaches back up for Cole to hold him.  

Practically falling asleep in Cole’s arms as he carries him upstairs to the loft.  Waylon wipes at his sleepy eyes, and reaches for his sippy cup of warm milk from you, and crawls to the center of the bed, “Etta?”

“Loretta Lynn, your boy needs you,” Loretta audibly groans before trudging up the stairs, and laying on her bed in there.  “Better, baby?”

“Yesh, daddy.  Shh, Wayton Toe seepy,” kissing on his sweet little forehead, Cole watches every second that it takes for Waylon’s eyes to flutter shut before he looks up at you, pouting.

“He’s not always perfect, daddy.”

“But he went from angry to the most pitiful little thing in just a few minutes.  How do you resist not wanting to do everything for him?  I was able to because you were watching, and you even told me we were keeping him up too long.”

“Cole,” your voice was so soft and sweet as you brush back Cole’s fluffy hair.  “I’ve had a lot of practice with Waylon, you haven’t.  I know his sleep patterns, and you will learn them.  But that is nothing.  Wait until you don’t give him an orange cup when he wants blue one.  He’s a baby.  His brain isn’t equipped for big emotions, so they come out extreme.  We just have to teach him the more effective way to react.  You did fine though.  And he wanted you, instead of me.  I don’t know how I feel about that.  Kinda rude if you ask me.  I’m his mama.”

“Psh,” Cole blows out a bit of air, and kisses over Waylon’s forehead.  “Let me enjoy the moment of getting to hold this boy in my arms, before he’s thrashing around trying to spread himself out, and sweating to death.  Just let me enjoy whatever moments he gives me, okay?”

“Okay, daddy.”

“I really got to get used to you callin me that in a non sexual way, you realize that, don't you?” Of course you did.  You also enjoyed the cute little torture you were giving him, and his exasperated looks up at you, “It’s not funny, Bee.  I know what you’re doing.”

“Just give me a kiss, and take a nap.  We gotta show our son where his home is going to be built.  Daddy,” if it wasn’t for that sweet boy that was snuggled up to his daddy, Cole would have had you rolled over on your back, ready to make you see exactly who daddy was.  But instead he glares at you.

“You’re going to pay for that, sweetheart.”

“It’s what I was hoping for.”

Waylon squeals, running through the field with Loretta.  Getting sight of the pond before he points at it.  “Gonna have to get a fence around that thing, Bee.  He’s also going to learn to swim as soon as possible.”

“But watch,” Loretta gives him a nudge to his stomach, and he runs in the opposite direction, “I do agree though.  So you’re thinking that the house should go up there?”

“Yep, that way the pond is far enough from the entrance, but is sitting in front of the house.  And when we come home, the view is the pond, with the house reflecting on the water, and then our home, and…Waylon!  Do not go in the woods!” Waylon stops in his tracks, turning to look at the two of you with a mischievous grin, “Waylon Cole, don’t you dare go into the woods unless me or mama are with you.”

“Etta!”

“Loretta is not good enough.  There’s snakes and bears!”

“Nakes?  Beers?  Nope,” his little body turns, and starts stomping further away from the woods.  “No nakes.  No beers.  No painters.  No no.  Papaw daddy say no painters.”

“What is he talking about?” Cole looks towards you, and you start cackling.  That little boy still walking around the property mumbling about snakes, bears, and ‘painters’.  “What the hell is a painter and why is he worried about them?”

“Have you seriously forgotten your raising?  Painters.  Panthers.”

“Oh, good grief.  Is he seriously telling our son about imaginary panthers that live in the woods of Georgia?” You shrug, going to stand behind him.  Wrapping your arms around his waist, and resting your chin on his shoulder as you watch that crazy boy running around with Loretta.  “There’s no such thing as panthers in Georgia.  And black ones at that.  Panthers that make such a terrible noise that it sounds like a woman being murdered.  I have pushed that so far out of my mind I forgot about that old wives tale.”

“It’s keeping him away from the woods though.  Look at them.  And just think, Daddy, one of these days we’re going to have our home, and even more kids running around,” with a hand up under Cole’s shirt, he bumps his butt out to hit you, “Hey!”

“Quit trying to make me horny when I can’t do anything about it.  Bee, I don’t know why, but I have always wanted this with you.  Like our kids running around a field as the sun starts to set.  And I want to wait as long as you want for another, but I am very jealous that I didn’t get to see your body change.  And feel my son wiggling around in your belly.  No pressure, but I’m just waiting on you, darling.  I do agree we need this house built, so…tomorrow can we find someone?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And I swear, if you don’t quit calling me that when it’s not sexy time…”

“Shh, enjoy the view a little bit longer.  Tomorrow Waylon will be slightly bigger.  He’s only going to be just like that today.”

Your mom groans trying to zip your dress up before standing up exasperated, “Are you serious right now?” She asks looking in the mirror, while Rachel Turner tries to hide her beaming smile.  Cole had already told his mother, and clearly you hadn’t.  “Honey, your dress won’t zip.”

“Try harder.”

“It might be because you're pregnant, and far enough along to pop out,” looking down at your belly, you give the slight swell a little rub.  The house was just about finished and Cole became insatiable.  Every day and multiple times a day he needed you to feel him.  “Why did you not wait?”

“Uhh…it’s kinda awkward having that conversation with my mom and my baby daddy’s mom present.  So when a man loves a woman…”

“What are we going to do about your dress?  You have less than an hour before your daddy is walking you up to the barn,” you grimace, looking at her.  “What?”

“I have asked you repeatedly not to call dad that.”

“I don’t have time for this.  Your dress will not zip.  Your father is walking you to the barn, and to your new ‘daddy’ and…Rachel, stop laughing.  This isn’t funny.  The dress.”

“Tracy, calm down,” Rachel steps behind you, hand on your stomach, “Suck it in real good,” taking a deep breath, you do as she’s asked, and she holds the two sides closer together, “Alright, zip it up.”

Finally getting to the top, you let out a bit of air, and turn to the side, looking at yourself, “You can’t even tell.”

“I’m surprised they waited that long.  They literally live together, sleep in the same bed, and my son has been wanting a baby girl, and...”

“Can we change the subject to anything, but me and Cole trying to have a baby.  Yes, mother, it was planned.  We talked about it, we worked for it, and now I’m pregnant, and Waylon kinda knows, unless Cole went ahead and told him.  He was asking some questions when we were decorating the nursery.  Now,” you take a deep breath, looking at yourself in the mirror.  

It seemed like a lifetime ago that Cole and his crooked smile had bought honey from you out of the back of your truck.  An immediate flirtation ensued, followed by urges, feelings, and thoughts you just couldn’t control.  What started off as an exploration of your fantasies had turned into your best friend.  The two of you had taken a journey of so many ups and downs, but the one thing that did remain was the love you had for each other.  The need you had to stay together.  

You had missed him while you were learning to be a mother, and now you got to see him become Waylon’s favorite person.  No one ever thought the perpetual bachelor would become a father, and literally beg you for more children.  A man that nobody saw settling down, came home every night to sit on the floor with his son playing with Lincoln Logs, and LEGO bricks.  A man that left behind a life of leisure and settled down, back in the quiet town he fled.

Cole had grown just as much as you had.  Growing roots deep in your hometown, and still pack up your bags, and traveling the country, and eventual world as a family.  As long as Loretta could tag along.  He was your dream, and you were everything he never knew he wanted.

Your dad grabs your hand as you look towards the barn, and Cole and Waylon are standing beside each other.  The supers of bees are full as they buzz around in the background, and Waylon waves down at you sweetly.  It's late spring, and everything is just starting to wake up.  Willowing grass blowing in the wind, and you drag your father along to get up there sooner.

“Can I not just have a moment of you not being married?”

“Dad, you’ve had plenty of those moments, and now…I’m ready.  He’s all I’ve ever wanted.  He encourages me, supports me, and loves our son, and — he’s a good one.  Just like my dad.”

“You better stop that.  I’m giving you away to a former…I’m sorry, honey.  To a good friend, and a good man.  Even better father.  Just didn’t think the first time that I introduced you to Cole, and he kissed your head…”

“Dad, can we not bring that up?  I didn’t grow up with Cole.  I met him as an adult, and no matter what you say, I’m walking up to marry that man.  Get used to it, Papaw,” he gives you a bit of a nudge before stopping in front of Cole.  Giving a final nod, and a handshake to your future.

“Papaw, I’m daddy’s best man!” Waylon shouts from a lower perch.  “Shh, sit down, and don’t talk though!”

“Waylon,” Cole laughs, but doesn’t remove his eyes from you, “You gotta be quiet, buddy.”

“Okay, and don’t tell everyone about…” a hand presses up against Waylon’s mouth, and Cole shakes his head.  Cole had given Waylon the pregnancy talk while they were getting ready.  And how things were going to change in the new house.  You couldn’t keep that peach colored room a secret anymore.  Waylon was too curious.  “Okay, daddy, I won’t talk about the little secret honeybee.”

While everyone else laughs, you and Cole still cannot tear your eyes away from each other.  It didn’t even matter.  You were pregnant with baby number two, and she was going to be such a welcome part to your life.  

“Bee, I never thought I would find myself back here.  Never thought that I would have all that you gave me.  Never even wanted it.  And then there was this beautiful little thing, steadily writing in her notebook in the back of a truck with a crate full of raw honey, and I couldn’t stay away.  Thankfully, you couldn’t either.  We’re anything but traditional, some may say even backwards, but it’s been perfect.  We’ve also got the most adorable little boy to prove just how perfect our togetherness is, and…I can’t wait to fill our home up with little baby bees.  And I just…thank you.  Thank you for all that you have given me.  Given us.”

Waylon wraps an arm around his daddy’s leg, looking up at you as you deeply breathe in and out.  “Cole, I — oh my god, I’m supposed to be the one with words, and I can’t even think right now.  But this place…I don’t know if you remember, but this was the place that you and I talked at all night.  The place where you told me to get out of my head and to live life, and I’m still here, and I’m living my life with you.  That first summer I never thought I would meet someone.  Definitely not someone like you.  I wouldn't change it for the world.  You and our family have been the best part of my life.  And I know you’re going to give me so many more years of living that life with you.  Thank you.  Thank you for getting me out of my head, and constantly reminding me that we would go at my pace.  Because now, we have it.  We have it all.”

Your little girl flops over into your lap, pulling your newest notebook down, and points at your chest, “Boobees!”

“Millie, it’s not bedtime,” you push aside her curls, booping her on her nose again.  But she reaches for the top of your dress, trying to pull it down.  “Millie, no.”

“Boobees.  No daddy,” she says looking around the property for any sign of Cole.  “No daddy.”

“It’s not just daddy that says that it’s time for you to stop nursing,” Amelia gives you a mischievous smile, starting to pull down your dress again.  “Amelia Ann Turner.”

“Boobees, peas?”

You look out towards the field, and still there was no Cole or Waylon making their way back, and then back down to your sweet girl.  Waylon was so easy to wean, she was a pain, and Cole didn’t help with his teasing.  “Peas, mama?  No daddy.”

“Fine.  But this is the last time,” she gives a little smile before laying against your chest chest to nurse, her hand immediately going to your mouth, where you kiss on the chubby little fingers.  Leaning your head back on the tree that was giving you and her shade.  

Life had a strange way of working out.  You are able to continue to write, continue to be a wife and mother, and continue to travel around with your family.  Even if miss Millie was needy, and couldn’t get enough of you.  Letting your eyes start to flutter close, while you are just here in the moment.  Enjoying the life that you have made with Cole, Waylon, and Millie.  

“Millie!  Daddy sees you!” Millie pulls off you, giggling, and looking towards her dad and brother walking up from the pond.  Fishing poles in their hands before Waylon hands his over to Cole, and starts running to their playset screaming for his sister.  “Uh-uh, Amelia, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“My boobees!”

“No, they are not.  It is time for you to stop,” she shakes her head no, snuggling more into you.  “Have you even told her why she has to stop?”

“Not daddy’s boobees, mine.  All mine,” trying to pull your dress down, you pull it right back up.  “Ugh!  Mine.  Mama peas!”

“Bee, I swear, our kids have that bratty side to them, just like their mom.  Those are not yours.  They are for your baby…”

“Mine!  No!” Amelia screams, pouting up at her dad.  She had noticed that little bump many times.

“Nope, your mom’s got a baby in there,” Millie shakes her head no, pressing her head against you, and you start to giggle.  “Yep, you’ve got a brother in mama’s belly.”

“Wayton in der?”

“No, baby,” you coo as she looks up at you.  “You’ve got a baby brother in there, and…”

“My boobees?”

“No, they’re going to be the baby’s.  He’s going to need them, so you’ve got to stop.”

“He stay der, den.  No baby.  Millie da baby,” she gives you a poke to your belly, and recoils away from you feeling the more prominent bump.  “Millie pay wif Wayton.  Boobees yater!” Her little chubby legs shuffle towards Waylon and Loretta, and the fluffy dog runs towards her to guide her over to the little playground when Cole sits down beside you.

Moving around until he lays in your lap.  His hand caresses over the newest member of the Turner family, before his hands move higher to your chest, “The kids watching?”

“No, Daddy,” pulling your top down, he pushes his mouth against your tit, flicking his tongue over your nipple.

“You said you were going to stop,” he reminds you of Millie’s nursing before closing his mouth completely over your tit.

“I said, I would stop when she was ready.  She’s not.  Your mom says I’ll feel it in my knees.  I feel nothing.  Plus, our newest unnamed bee doesn’t seem to mind his sissy laying on me.  He likes the warmth, he always gets so calm.  What are you doing?” His thumb and forefinger steadily rolls your neglected nipple, while he continues to suck.

“You know why I like this angle on the property?” He continues to tease your other nipple, looking over at it to give a few flicks with his tongue before kissing over the swollen bud, and covering you back up.  “They really can’t see anything from this angle.  I could suck on you, and they wouldn’t know.”

“You better stop,” you coo down at him petting his face, “You ever miss your old bachelor life?”

“And miss all this?  No, I got a beautiful and sexy wife that lets me use her body, shes giving us this amazing life with beautiful kids, I got those tits to play with whenever I want,” his hand spreads out over the property, and right on cue you hear both the kids giggling, and laughing.  “Millie is a sassy pants, Waylon is our mister adventure, and who knows how John Scott will be,” you shake your head no, “Okay, you don’t like that name, what about Hank?”

“No!  Our son literally wanted an Aussie dog to name Hank.  Absolutely not.  We don’t have to choose his name now.  It’s just something to think about.  He’ll be here before we know it.  And Miss Millie is going to share the boobees.”

“I’m not sharing with two kids.  No, she’s going to have to stop with the boobees.  You said that once she could ask for it, she was cut off.  She asks for boobees everyday.  She’ll be potty trained, and still be asking for boobees.”

“She’s just a baby, Cole.  Her can’t help it that her loves her mama, and prefers her mama over you.”

“No, she prefers the boobees.  Do not get confused.  Bee,” his hand snakes behind your neck, pulling you down to give you the most tender and soft kiss.  “What’s this book about?”

“I’ll let you know when it’s finished.  Take a nap, daddy.  I just want to watch our babies for a minute.  Enjoy our simple parts of life, until the work week starts again.  We get to give them a charmed life.  Let them run around barefoot, just so their feet can get stained with Georgia clay.”

“Bee?” You look back down at Cole, smiling at your handsome and beautiful man, “Am I still stained on your heart like Georgia clay?”

“Yes, daddy.  Forever.”

THE END

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 15

Summary:  You and Cole reconnect, and everybody finds out

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, daddy kink, sucking, fingering, dirty talk, creampie, cum play, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  7.7K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

Cole looks into the back seat of your car, watching Waylon kick his feet around while looking out the door, singing some song at the top of his lungs, holding onto his chest for a dramatic effect.  Pointing at the road when he stops to look at Cole.  “We go daddy’s, shh,” and returns to singing again when Cole looks at you.

“He started to come here with me.  I thought it made him get closer to you in some way.  He’d sit and play with his toys, while I gave you an update on our life.  I’d tell him we were going to daddy’s, and that this was a secret.”

“He’s got toys there?” You nod your head, pulling into the driveway, “Where?”

“The spare bedroom closet.  Cleaning takes a long time.  He needed something to do.”

“No one was even living here.  Why?”

“I wanted to be where…either he was made right here in this house, or in Charleston.   Being here made me feel close to you.  To us,” Waylon gives you a big smile when you open his door.  His fingers going to his mouth, and his feet wiggle around.  You still hadn’t gotten over just how much you loved this little tyke.  

Giving him a few tickles before unbuckling Waylon, and sitting him on the ground, letting him stomp up to the house, “Mama, baf?”

“Bath first?  You sure?”

“No pay,” he gives the door a knock, smiling at Cole, “Daddy not home.”

“Bee,” Cole sighs, grabbing Waylon’s diaper bag for you.  “This is breaking my heart.  It’s like, he knows, but doesn’t,” you open the door up and Waylon sprints in towards the bedroom, dragging in a box of toys to the living room, and the two of you sit down watching him.  

“He can entertain himself.  He doesn’t understand.  He knows I told him his daddy was Cole.”

“Wayton Toe,” Waylon sings, dancing around with some magnetic blocks.

“But he doesn’t know you.  This was our secret.”

“Shh.  No Papaw Daddy.”

“Your dad gets everything,” Cole crawls into the floor with Waylon, and your son gets up, and sits in his lap.  “He got this life, and now he’s getting my son.”

“No.  Nobody asked him to call my dad that.  It just happened after I started to bring Waylon here.  He hears about a daddy, and what a good man you were, and how much you love him, and his little brain put it together that what I was describing was his Papaw, and I call him dad.”

“Papaw Daddy.  Wayton Toe.  Toe Wiggle!”

“I just missed everything.  And mom.”

“She wasn’t here.  I went to the mansion several times while I was pregnant, and even when Waylon was a little baby.”

“She just came back.  She would have sooner,” Cole lifts a hand, starting to play with Waylon’s hair, before looking over at you, “Bee, I’m sorry.”

“Bee, my mama.”

“He has a habit of repeating things,” you giggle, and Waylon points a finger towards you, scrunching his face up, until you return the gesture.  Pointing your own finger at him before he nods and returns to his toys.

“I should have just come back.  I should have made myself see you, I just…I felt that you didn’t write back because you didn’t want to see me.”

“Cole.”

“Wayton Toe!” Waylon holds up a toy, waving it around excitedly, until he gets up, wandering back into the spare bedroom.

“We’re working on potty training.  He won’t pee pee or poo poo in front of anyone.”

“Mama shhh!”

“What I was saying,” you start, gathering up some clean clothes, figuring it’s time to just give him his bath.  He was fed, and using the bathroom, all he lacked was a bath and he would pass out.  “We can’t go back.  There’s no point.  I would like to know what happened to the letters, and if you even wrote the address right, but…I want the right now.  That is our son.  We made him, and I don’t want you to miss anymore of his life.”

“The tests?”

“I don't know what was going on with the tests.  That weird period that didn’t last long was probably implantation bleeding.  I never got a positive test.  I could hear his heartbeat, and see this little bean in my belly, and I still got a negative test.  But that baby boy, he’s ours.  He’s perfect in every way, and he’s ours.  Made out of pure love.  Because every moment with you, even when we weren’t being careful, we wanted this.  Cole, we were dumb for a reason.  I know you tracked my periods, but we were dumb.  We knew the consequences of unprotected sex, but he is my everything.  He is the reason I am still here.  And now, our beautiful boy needs his butt wiped, and a bath.”

You leave Cole to think about what you said, while you gather up Waylon.  Wiping him clean when his naked butt runs out of the bedroom, and into the bathroom.  Grunting as he pulls himself into the bathtub before Cole ever joins you.  He never bothered to come into the bathroom. And it was set up for Waylon.  Baby shampoo, water toys, a whale on the faucet, and even lotion.  You had made your special visits here with Waylon as much for him as you.  He leaves the bathroom a moment, wandering around to take everything in.

At first glance it was as if everything was the same, but closer inspection showed bits of Waylon everywhere.  A picture of you holding him for the first time and a recent one of Waylon climbing up on the tractor.  A little blue handprint on the side of the fridge.  The cabinet was stocked with snacks for him, and juice in the fridge.  

Walking upstairs, he sees a box under the bed, and pulls it out slowly, opening it up to find pictures of you.  Some had Waylon in them, and some were definitely meant for his eyes only.  Various poses and undress.  He smiles looking at the odd mix of photos when he hears the sweetest giggles coming from the bathroom.  He lays back on the bed just listening to the two of you.  

Waylon had a fit of belly laughs that he was struggling to control, while you were calling him a silly boy.  He wipes the tears streaming down his face, remembering how this is the sounds he wanted to fill in this small house.  It was a starter home for sure, but that sound was everything to him.  Splashes and more giggles echo up to the loft, and Cole has to take a minute to commit it to memory.  The two of you becoming his favorite thing to hear.

Walking down the hallway to see you leaning over the tub scrubbing your giggly boy.  “Toe Wiggle!” Waylon points over towards his daddy, and then looks at you, “Toe Wiggle, my daddy?”

“Yes, baby.  Cole is your daddy,” you look back at Cole with a tearful smile, and Waylon gives him a toothy grin.  Seeing his little brain trying to process that Cole was the man you had talked about, and that his daddy was finally home.

“Hey, daddy.”

“Hey, baby.”

“Hehe, mama’s baby.”

“Can mama share you with daddy?” Cole sits down beside you, reaching over to pet Waylon's face again.  As if he had to constantly make sure that Waylon was real, and that he had a son.

“Sh-sh-…”

“Share, baby.”

“Shawe wif daddy,” he gives a solid head nod, reaching his own hand towards Cole.  “Nosh,” he points at his nose, giving it a squeeze.  “Eees,” he points at his eyes, and then back down to his mouth.  “Muf.  Kiss.”

“Waylon.”

“Kiss mama!”

Cole looks towards you, and you lean into him, pressing a soft peck on his mouth, but it lingers.  If you didn’t have a toddler for an audience, you knew things would escalate up immediately.  So much time had passed, so many things had happened, but with that kiss, it told you that nothing that mattered between you and him had changed.  You felt every emotion.

“See, hehe,” Waylon giggles, and slaps softly at Cole’s hand.  “Top.  My mama.”

“Okay,” Cole whispers, looking back towards his son.  “Now what?”

“Seep.  Me yike seep.  Mama uice?”

“Daddy, will you get him a sippy cup, and fill it halfway with juice and half water?” That name now had a different connotation with Cole.  He was a father now, and you wanted Waylon to start calling him daddy.  It was the best way to get him used to that.

“No.”

“Yes, juice and water.  Your naked butt needs to get dressed, and daddy can read your book before you take a nap,” Waylon gives you a pout, and looks towards Cole.  “Don’t let him trick you, daddy, he’s got puppy dog eyes.”

“No, fun.  Daddy uice.”

“You’re going to get daddy in trouble, little man,” Cole leaves the two of you, knowing it was best for him to just follow your wishes, and mix the two, and you lift your sweet faced angel out of the tub.  Circling a towel around him, and head into the spare bedroom.  Dropping him down on the bed when you softly dry him off, and add a diaper before slowly putting his lotion on.  Rubbing it in like a massage while his eyes get heavier.  “Shh,” your voice is so soft, and Waylon’s blinks last longer and longer.

You let him crawl up onto his pillow, and he taps on the bed for both you and Cole.  Waiting for his dad to give him a sippy cup, before he fully closes his eyes.  Holding on to your hand, when you point at the book beside the bed.  “That’s his favorite.  He’ll be snoring before page two.”

“No nore,” Waylon pulls the cup out of his mouth long enough, handing it up to you when he rolls towards Cole, snuggling into his side when his dad’s deep voice reads the entire book, and just like you had promised, before page two, he was snoring.  You reach down to the bed, covering his body up, and look up at Cole who was only staring at his son.

“I wish I could have given you this before now.”

“I’m not mad, Bee.  He’s perfect.  I don’t know how you did it,” Cole could watch the two of you forever.  You seemed so at ease with Waylon in your life.

“I wanted to.  He was proof that you were in my life.  He gave me hope knowing you would come back.  Every month after he was born I hoped that you would come back.  He changed so much, and so fast.  It would have made life easier, and I missed you so much.  Looking at him made me miss you more, and I just couldn’t stop looking at him.  I have never loved someone the way I love him.  And seeing him walk around, just reminding me so much of you, even his smile.  He’s got your mouth.”

“He looks like my dad,” Cole brushes Waylon’s hair over to the side, softly looking at those chubby cheeks.  You were thankful that Waylon most likely wouldn’t remember not having Cole in his life, but Cole would remember it.  It seems as if Cole was soaking up every bit of him having a son as he could.  There was never going to be enough hours in the day for him to gain back all that had been lost.

“Should we be talking with him right there?”

“Probably not, but he can also sleep through a tornado.  He takes a good two hour nap.  As soon as you leave, he’s going to stretch out on this bed.  That blanket will be kicked off, and on the floor in about ten minutes.  He’s always hot.”

Cole finally looks up at you, giving you a devilish smile, “What was with those pictures in the bedroom?”

“Okay.  That’s enough of that,” you sit up in the bed, walking out of there, leaving Cole to stay behind, only for a minute staring down at the baby that you and he made before he was now looking up at you.  You seemed different.  He never thought of you as a child, but you had grown.  Your hips were wider from becoming a mom.  Your breasts look bigger as well.  Even your face seemed more mature, but even more beautiful to him.

“You took the pictures.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t think I would discuss them with you.”

“They’re beautiful.  You have nothing to be ashamed of.  You were sexy even pregnant.  I hate that I missed it.  Did…did you think of me?”

“You mean did I touch myself when I thought of you?” Cole shrugs his shoulders, still smiling at you.  “My only thoughts when I was touching myself was of you, and how no matter what I did, it never felt as good as when you touched me.”

You start walking backwards down the hallway, finding it difficult to take your eyes off him.  That same coy smile you always used to give him when you would get horny, but were too afraid to say anything.  “My fingers just aren’t as good as yours, Toe Wiggle.”

“Why you little,” he playfully spouts out as you run up the stairs.  Cole’s arm wraps around you when you hit the loft landing, and he hauls you over to the bed, dropping you down, and he crawls over you.  Both of you heaving, and not because you were running.  Your fingers slide up under his shirt, tickling over his stomach, and Cole’s lip trembles.  “Bee,” he sighs, those pretty blue eyes closing while his body revels in your touch.

“Did you think of me?”

“Every fucking day.  My fist, a fleshlight, it didn’t matter, they were never you.”

“I’m right here.  My body and every part of me has always belonged to you,” you go from touching his stomach to pulling off his shirt, taking in the new Cole.  Tattoos adorn his skin now, and you touch every single one while he reaches under your dress and slowly slides down your panties.  Sitting up, you remove the small little sundress, completely bare to him.

Cole licks his lips before kissing down your body, stopping to give your nipples tweaks, and sucks, “These are different.”

“Breastfeeding,” with a mouthful of your nipple, he smiles on your skin, continuing his descent down your body.  Spreading your lips, and he stares at your glistening folds.  Leaning forward his nose rubs over your clit before he fully dives in.  Back lifting off the bed and you release the most satisfying moans.  This was the touch that you had missed.  

He kitten licks on your bundle of nerves easing two fingers into your warmth, and your fingers card through his hair.  Giving the roots a tug, and pulling him even closer as he drowns in your honey.  Slurping up every bit of your essence.  Eyes staring up at you over your mound, watching as you slowly start to unravel.  Moving your hands to stimulate your nipples.

You were more confident than when he left you.  The two years and a child had made you a different woman.  He was amazed at how you were definitely the same woman, but there were so many differences.  Your curves were softer, you were thicker, and you were putting on such a pretty show for him.  Keeping your legs spread wide as he feasts upon you.  

Curling his fingers he hits that special spot in your core.  Hitting every nerve inside your body until your fingers were clinging to the bedspread.  Lifting up off the bed as you come undone, and Cole sits up immediately, covering your mouth with his hand while you laugh at him.

“You were so fucking loud.  He’s gonna wake up.  And I’m aching here.”

You laugh under his hand, pushing it away, and crashing your lips into his.  Tasting yourself on his lips, and moving past, nipping at his neck, “I’m being serious.  Did you hear the door open?”

“He’s asleep.  That kid sleeps through vacuuming, and thunderstorms,” whimpering as you undo his pants, shoving your hand down his underwear, and stroking his beautiful cock, “I want to feel you.  I promise, our son is sleeping.”

“I’m still getting used to that.”

“Well, my pussy would like to try and get used to your cock again, Daddy.”

“Fucking hell,” Cole yanks his pants down, letting his cock spring free.  It shines with beads of precum.  The smooth shaft looks like silk as he crawls back over your body.  Pulling your thighs apart as he settles in between your legs, “Don’t take your eyes off me,” he whispers as he guides his thick girth through your tight little hole.

You bite at your lip at the stretch.  Your walls conforming to him perfectly.  Hugging every vein on his length as tears sting at your eyes.  He was finally here.  Your body remembered him.  Sucking him even deeper, all the way until he’s balls deep, and you whimper up at him.  “God, I missed you, Daddy.  I feel so full.”

“This…it is so overwhelming.”

“And so good.  So so good,” starting to kiss up his arm when he rolls his hips into you.  Slow and smooth.  Deep as he could possibly go, and your cervix feels whispers of his tip.  “Daddy,” you whine while Cole kisses over your body.  His hand drifts over to you before you softly suck on his thumb.  Muffled mewls ring out in the loft, and you swear you feel him get even harder.

Driving into you with a bit more speed, and he hits all your spots.  He stops kissing your salty skin only to slam his hands on the bed frame.  Pushing into you even faster, and as deep as you could possibly take him.  Rocking the bed, as your walls flutter around him.  “Cole Turner, I love you.  I love you so much.”

He moans out your real name before he starts to rail into you.  Hips slamming into your body while you were saying his name like a forgotten prayer, “I love you, my sweet Bumblebee,” his words were so soft, but his motions were anything but sweet.  Your juicy cunt was echoing in the room, and his voice hit a higher pitch.  “Need you to come with me.”

“I’m almost there.  Harder,” Cole was slamming into your body, and your nails, scratch down his back.  “Yeah!  Yeah!  Daddy, I’m coming!  Daddy!” Squealing when a growl vibrates throughout your body and hot coils of his spunk spurt deep into your womb.  Leaving you gasping for breath.

Cole slots his lips against yours, swallowing and tasting all your sweet sounds as he continues to softly fuck into you.  Letting your velvety pussy milk him dry.  He wouldn’t tell you, but he was also listening to see if Waylon had woken up.  Hoping he was going to get some more time inside of you.  It was never enough.  He could have you naked and fuck you every hour, and it wouldn’t be enough.  He was never leaving you.

Pulling his softened cock out of you, he crawls down your body, laying his head on your soft belly.  A hand absentmindedly playing with your nipples while his other slowly pumps into your pussy as your eyes start to drift close.  “I want you to marry me.”

“I’ll marry you tomorrow if you want to.  And, I want Waylon to have your last name, and you sign the birth certificate, and we have to tell my parents.”

“I’m not looking forward to that.”

“Me neither, but they deserve to know who is the father of their grandson.  And…Cole, your mom has to meet him.  Shh,” your hand rubs up and down his back, trying to calm him.  His tears pooling on your stomach.  “She’s gonna love him.”

“How could she not?” He couldn’t wait to see his mom’s face when she realized she has this perfect little grandson.  How he had such a good vocabulary for his age, and how he was such a boy, but most importantly how he looked so much like Dale Turner.  “How much longer until he wakes?”

“Another hour or so.  Maybe we should get dressed, and cuddle on the couch.”

“Or, shower.  Let me clean you off.”

“Cole, I have waited for you to be all over me for two years.  I don’t want to shower.  I’d rather you put my panties on, and let me feel you for the rest of the day.”

“You have become a minx in the past two years,” you laugh, and Cole sits up to stare at you.  Taking you all in like this.  Worn and stuffed full of his fingers.  Sticky with sweat, and more beautiful than ever, “I really do like the new tits.”

“I really wish you’d suck on them.”

“Bee!” You were perfect.  Not quite as shy.  You are able to be honest, and flirty with him.  Weren’t shy about your cunt spread.  “Are you getting two years of flirting out or is this cocky little slut the new you?”

“Both.  I just don’t want to waste any time that I did when I was stomping my foot and pouting.”

“You’ll still do that from time to time, won’t you?  Daddy may need to punish you for being a brat,” his mouth turns up into a wicked grin as he reaches into the floor for your panties, pulling out his fingers and gathering up the leaked cum to stuff back into your warmth before putting the sweet panties back on, giving each nipple a suck, and biting on them, “I really like these.”

“Stop.  Those fed your son for almost a year.”

“And she didn’t tell you anything?” Alan asks his wife before heading to the store.  “You just started getting calls asking why the store was closed?”

“Alan, she didn’t say anything.  She never even brought me Waylon.  Do you think…no, the store was locked up when I checked, and a truck was there, but her car was gone.  You don’t think that someone would have taken them?”

“I’m going to check,” he jumps into his truck, ready to head to the store himself.  You never went anywhere without telling them.  You were supposed to bring Waylon back home after lunch for him to get his bath and nap, and you never showed.  It wasn’t like you at all.  

He nearly passes the store when he sees you sitting in the back of this truck, with none other than Cole Turner holding onto a smiling Waylon.  Waylon Cole.  Cole had left town the day he buried his father.  The talk of the town was he had been there all summer.  Waylon.  “Cole,” Alan slings his truck into the parking lot, when Cole hands Waylon over to you, stepping in front of your body.

“Alan, stop,” his hands hold out in front of him.

“Papaw daddy!”

“You mother fucker!  You son of a fucking bitch!  My daughter!  Honey, is he…oh my god!  This…you…you took from her and you left her!”

“Dad, calm down,” bile fills Alan's mouth as he looks between the two of you.  

“This…this is why you stopped calling me…I’m gonna be sick.  That’s my daughter.”

“I didn’t know.  I promise, I didn’t know.  I couldn’t stop myself.  And — Alan, I love her.”

“Dad!  Stop it!” “Papaw daddy!”

Cole’s head slings to the side after a hard hit from his former best friend.  “Dad!” Another hit to his face has Waylon screaming for his daddy.  “Dad!  Stop it!”

“No,” Cole holds a hand up to you, and you hold tighter to a kicking and screaming toddler.  “I deserve this.  Go to your parent’s house.  I’ll pick you up in a bit.”

“The hell you will!” Cole takes every hit that Alan swings at him, and he screams at you to go again.  You run to your car, strapping Waylon in as you drive crying to your parent’s.  “You come back and you think you’re taking her away from me?  My grandson?”

“He’s my son!”

“Shut up.”

“He is my son, Alan.  Mine.  Me and her made him,” Alan kicks dirt towards Cole, putting his hands on his hips as he stares at him.  “I didn’t know about him, I wrote to her everyday while I was gone.”

“She didn’t get any fucking letters.”

“Yeah?  And why do you think that is?” Alan shrugs, shaking his head.  “Fucking Hal knew about us.  And that stupid boy mentioned multiple times while I was around that he checked the mail.  Is he still doing that?”

“Hal wouldn’t do that.”

“Yeah, well, you clearly don’t know him that well.  Fuck, I’m bleeding,” Alan flinches at Cole, and he sighs, “I deserve that.  It was never my plan to stay gone.  I love her.  I didn’t know who’s daughter she was, and I didn’t know she was pregnant.”

“Yeah, but you sure as hell didn’t mind taking her innocence.  It’s just like you.  Sleeping around with every girl you could get your sticky little fingers on.  The difference is that’s my girl.  She is mine.  My daughter.”

“And she’s my everything!  Alan, she’s not like the other ones.  Hell, there hasn’t been another one since I met her.  I don’t even think about other women, I only think of her,” Alan’s nose snarls up, and Cole starts laughing, “She’s a woman.  She’s not your little girl anymore.”

“And she’s not yours either.  That’s…he’s my boy.”

“No.  He’s mine.  She named him after his dad.  He is my son.  My son that Hal took away from me.  You and her can deny it all you want, but Hal took from me.  He took from my mother, and he took from her, and even Waylon Cole,” Cole lets his anger spew out in lines of tears.  Streaking his face in more than just blood.  “I wanted her, and I wanted kids with her.  I’ve never wanted kids until her.  I wanted that little boy.”

“And you sure as hell made sure you got him, you fucking asshole.  God, Cole, you realize we were best friends.  I know how wild you were.  I know how many girls you were fucking back in the day, and some at the same time.  You really think I want my daughter to end up with someone like you?  You took.”

“No the hell I didn’t.  I didn’t just take her the moment we met.  We fell in love.  And I know you don’t want to hear about that because you think I’m the same as I was then, but I’m not.  I would do anything for her and our son,” Alan rolls his eyes, turning his head up to look at the sky with his eyes closed.  “You can try to deny it, but that boy is mine.  And he was made in love.”

“Shut up.  You know what my daughter had to go through, while you were wherever?  She walked around this town pregnant and alone.  We had to quit going to the church because it was always…”

“Bill?  Yeah, well he’s a fucking ass.  Maybe you should ask your daughter how he talked to her before.  How he asked her out on a date, and how I had to tell him never to come back in the store again.  Of course he’s going to preach sermons about premarital sex.  Because he wanted her..”

“Can we not talk about my daughter and sex?” Cole nods his head, knowing this was a never ending battle.  Alan knew you had sex, but accepting it was with one of his high school buddies was hard for him to accept.  “She needed you.  You came into that store, and I showed you my daughter, and you…god, she was already pregnant then.  You had…I don’t even know where to go from here.”

“Accept it.  I’m marrying that woman.  Her and Waylon are moving in with me,” Alan’s head swishes back and forth.  He couldn’t lose his buddy.  “Yes, they are.  They are mine.  Either they move in with me or I move in with you.”

“Hell no!”

“Mama,” you look out the window before starting to pace around.  Looking back at your mother holding on to Waylon while he eats a popsicle.  “He was so mad.”

“Cole Turner?  Honey, that’s his high school buddy.”

“I didn’t know that.  Cole didn’t know that you were my parents.”

“Wayton Toe.”

“I love him,” your mom stares up at you with the biggest smile.  Even though you were worried, there was a difference in you.  You seemed at peace because Cole was finally back.  “I don’t want him to kill Cole.  Waylon has his dad back.”

“Toe Wiggle!”

“Why does he say that?”

You look back at your mother smiling, reaching for his popsicle for a bite.  “Cole Riggan Turner is his dad.”

“Toe Wiggle!”

‘You’ve told him that?”

“Mom, we go to Cole’s house once a week.  I clean.  Let Waylon play, he sometimes gets a bath, or we nap.  Yeah, he knows that Cole is his dad.  If you would have listened to this beautiful boy, you would have known.  What was he like in high school?”

“A ladies man.  Had a different woman every weekend.  He was the star quarterback.  Girls would just throw themselves at him.”

Waylon finishes his popsicle, and jumps out of your mom’s lap to throw away the stick before he reaches for you.  “Did you ever…?”

“Lord no.  That man was too pretty for me.  I only had eyes for your father.  I did tell him one of these days there was going to be some girl that he couldn’t get enough of, and I was going to smile knowing that he found his one.  He did, didn’t he?”

“I wanna marry him,” Waylon puckers his lips up at you, giving you the messiest kiss before he wiggles out of your arms, and back to his toys.  “I don’t need to search the world for someone, because he’s that someone.  I just want to experience the world with him.”

“Did you tell him about how well the book has done?”

“Uh, we didn’t have much time to talk about the book,” Tracy narrows her eyes at you before laughing.  “Listen, Waylon sleeps like a log.  It had been two years, and…no, we didn’t talk about the book.  We talked about our son, and then we didn’t talk at all.”

“The book is about him isn’t it?  It’s not fiction like you made me believe.”

“It’s not entirely fiction, but the parts that are real are every bit about him.”

“Honey,” both you and her lookup, and you run towards Cole when he walks in with your dad, fawning over his cut and bruised face.

“Hey, daddy,” Waylon ignored Alan for the first time ever, stomping over to you and Cole with his bare feet, “Get me,” he tells his dad before he scoops him up, and your mom wipes away tears.  You were positively radiant smiling up at Cole.  And the way he was holding onto Waylon so proud.  “Ouch.”

“Yeah, mommy needs to clean daddy up,” your dad growls, walking over to his recliner, mumbling about how Cole was fine, and you shoot him a glare.

“Bee, I want Waylon to meet my mom.  Hey, Trace.”

“Hey Turner.  You two…three, go on.  I’m sure Alan and I have a lot to talk about.  But Honey, clean him up first.  Rachel is going to have a fit.”

You look back at your son who was pointing at all the apple trees, a constant cadence of wow with every row you pass.  Eyes going large when you pull up to the Mason Mansion.  “You ready?”

“Yep!” Waylon shouts, but you shake your head no.

“Bee, it’s fine.”

“I’m meeting your mom for the first time, and telling her she has a grandson.”

“Wayton Toe!”

“Waylon will make everything become a thing of the past.  She’ll love you, but this little man…buddy, your grandma is going to love you so much.  Come on.  You carry him.”

You  nervously step out of the car.  Opening up the door to grab Waylon out.  You try to walk behind Cole, but he pulls you beside him.  An arm settled around your waist as he guides you into the house, “Mom!  Mom!”

“Cole,” she walks to the foyer, gasping with her hand over her mouth when she looks at the two of you, and back to her son.  “What do we have here?”

“Mom, this is my,” you nod your head, smiling up at him.  He was perfect.  You couldn’t wait.  You both had waited long enough.  “This is my Bumblebee, and this is our son, Waylon.”

“Wayton Toe!”

“Oh, my god,” she walks up to Waylon, cupping his chubby little cheek, and he gives her a scrunchy face grin.  “Waylon…Cole?” You nod your head, and surprisingly, Waylon reaches towards Rachel.  “Oh my goodness, aren’t you the most handsome little man I ever did see.  Waylon Cole, I’m your grandma Rachel.”

“RaRa!”

“Oh, yes, I like RaRa.  I can’t even process that you have a son because…lord have mercy, you are the most beautiful baby I have ever seen, and I gave birth to your daddy.”

“My daddy,” Waylon points back at Cole smiling, “Toe Wiggle.”

“Yes, from now on, his name is Toe Wiggle.  Come on, let’s see if we can find you some candy.  You two better bring you some clothes, because you’re not going anywhere with this baby.  Waylon Cole, what do you like?”

“Umm,” he gives you a quick peek, before looking at his RaRa, “Appies and nee!”

“He really loves apples and honey.”

“Well, you are definitely my grandson.  We have trees and trees of apples.  I’m sure your mama can help you with the honey.  Oh,” she turns to look at you, holding onto Waylon even tighter, “Thank you.  I don’t even want to know, I don’t care.  This…he’s perfect.  Looks like your grandpa Dale.”

“Dawe?”

“Yeah, grandpa Dale is your daddy’s dad.  My husband.”

“Him at?”

“He…he’s in heaven.  But he would have loved you so much.  Pretty sure he told your mama and daddy to go ahead and have a baby.”

“Ahh!” Waylon’s hands slap on his chest, getting the biggest smile on his sweet little face, “Me mama and daddy’s baby.  Me baby”

“Yes, you are.  Go on.  Go get some clothes.  You want RaRa to make us some biscuits, and we can have apple butter and honey butter on them?”

“Oh yes!  Bye mama, bye daddy.”

“Oh,” you get a slight frown as Cole starts pulling you away.  Waylon was already looking at whatever Rachel was saying.  “He’s never been like that with me.  It’s like he…”

“He’s connected with mom.  I told you.  She would forget everything.  She doesn’t care.  Definitely was easier than what I had to deal with.”

“I’m sorry, but dad.  He’s just…”

“You’re dad,” you jump into the car with Cole, and he reaches to grab your hand.  “I mean, that’s a hard pill to swallow.  Find out who your daughter's baby daddy is, and it’s your former best friend.  He knows we’ve fucked.”

“Cole!”

“You think we can squeeze a quickie in before we go back?”

“Can I ride you, while you suck my tits and play with my clit?”

“My god!”

“Two years of being completely horny, and never satisfied, Cole.  We’re going to be fucking a lot.”

“Are we using protection?”

“I don’t really care,” you jump out of the truck, running into the house, already stripping out of your clothes, turning back to cup your tits, so Cole could see his new favorite part of you.  Running up to the bedroom, Cole was already naked, too.  “Lay down.  I want to fuck you, while you suck me.”

“My god, I love this, Bee!  You really are Daddy’s little whore, huh?” He says sitting on the bed, fisting that glorious cock.

“Daddy’s little cock slut.  And Daddy’s cum dump,” Cole’s eyes roll back into his head as you sink down over him.  His mouth immediately wraps about your bud and you bounce yourself on Cole.  Where earlier the sex was rediscovering each other; slow and deep, a sweetness to it.  This time it was needy and so fucking fast.  You couldn’t take too long.  There would be time for that later.

“Where’s the bedroom we’re sleeping in?”

“Upstairs.  Opposite side of hers.  Why?”

“We’ll…we’ll get a baby monitor.  Because I want you to fuck me like an animal later.”

“You filthy little slut!”

“You love it though, right, Daddy?” And he did.  He bites on your nipple, slapping at your ass.  Obsessed.  And he had to make up for lost time.  Get some frustrations out on you before he confronts Hal.  He knew exactly who kept those letters away from you.  Hal could suck his dick.  You were always meant to belong to Cole Riggan Turner.

“But…I wanna go with you,” you look back into Cole’s mom’s living room watching her talk with your parents and Waylon.  Your hand tight on Cole’s arm as he starts to leave.  “I don’t want to be without you”

“I’ll be right back.  I can’t have you with me for this.”

“Why?” Your lip juts out, and he doesn’t hesitate to give you a little kiss on the pout.  “Cole,” his thumb traces over your mouth, slowly starting to back away, “Daddy.”

“Stop, Bee,” he chuckles, pushing your arms off him.  “I promise if this was something you could go with me for, I would let you.  I’ll be back.  Trust me, I don’t want to waste a moment without you or our baby.  Plus, I want to see your mom and mine playfully argue about who is the better Nanny and RaRa.  And your dad just keeps glaring at me.  Especially when mom brings up high school.  I just need a moment, less than an hour, and I’ll be back.  Gotta take care of something, okay?”

“Fine,” just for good measure you stomp your foot a bit, and Cole catches your dad narrowing his eyes at him.  He gives you a quick kiss to your nose, and lips before he walks out.

“Daddy go?” Waylon jumps up, leaving Loretta behind, and waddles over to you.  “Mama, my daddy go?”

“He has to do something,” you scoop up the sweetest little toddler boy you ever did see, and go back into the living room with everyone else.  Sitting beside Loretta and she gives Waylon a big lick on his cheek.  You try to remain as present as possible when really you were just thinking about Cole, and just how long it would take for him to return.

Cole hated this feeling.  He would deal with Preacher Bill another day, but Hal needed to be confronted immediately.  Every time he stares at his son, all he can think about was the eighteen months he missed with him.  Each time his hands had caressed over your curves, he hated that he missed out on your body changing.  He can just see his mom’s pure love towards her first grandson, and that really pisses him off.  Hal had taken from everyone.  

Hal was the one who got all those moments.  Was even at the hospital holding your hand when Waylon was born.  Held his son, and Cole wasn’t even aware of his existence.  Cole didn’t get to coach you through labor, or wipe away your tears.  Cole lost all of that.  His mom lost all of that.  You lost all of that.  And what was worse was the fact that Alan had hated him more because your dad saw you suffer with the absence of Cole.  Had put it in his head that Cole had taken advantage of you.

Cole pulls into your parent’s driveway, seeing Hal in the distance on the tractor, and just waits.  His truck was recognizable.  Hal knew that there had been a reason your father and Loretta weren’t with him today.  Noticed that the store was closed.  And when he looks up to see that red truck, he turns the tractor off.  Waiting on Cole to get over there.

“What do you want?” Hal squints his eyes looking out into the sun.  

“You know exactly what I want.”

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

“Get off the tractor.  Talk to me like a man.”

“You never deserved her,” Hal grimaces, hopping off the tractor.  He had gotten thicker himself.  His arms much more sculpted than before.  

“I know.  And neither did you.  My son was born without his father.  She went through labor without me.”

“They had me,” he doubles down.  Hal was not going to apologize if that’s what Cole was waiting for.  “I was there.  I was a father to that baby.  He has a room of toys at my house.”

“He’s my baby!” Cole runs his hand on the back of his neck, wondering if Hal was ever going to understand what he did.  “She never wanted you.  You did what you did for selfish reasons.  My mom went almost two years not knowing that she had a grandson.  You took from her, too.  You took from a baby that didn’t ask for any of this.  You…can you at least admit what you did?  You took those letters.  You made me look like I abandoned her, and all I ever wanted was her and that baby.  I would have been back here that day had I known she was pregnant.  You allowed her to become a pariah in her hometown because none of y’all can get out of the past and realize sex before marriage is okay.  But I never abandoned either of them.  You taking those letters made me think that she was mad, or moved on.”

“She never moved on.”

“And yet you still kept taking them.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.  Can I get back to work?”

Cole waits until Hal climbs back up on the tractor.  Knowing his ultimate suffering was going to be seeing less of Waylon.  Was going to see the two of you packing yours and Waylon’s things to move in with him, and seeing just how happy you all were.  How Waylon would call Cole daddy, while Hal remained just Hal.  “It’s time for you to move on, too.”

“Are you going to tell her?”

“You figure out,” he says, walking away.  Leaving Hal with the decision on whether to confess to you, or see if Cole ever mentions it to you.  Wondering if you were going to hate him for the rest of his life, or even if you would allow that little boy that he loved like his own son to ever see him again.  It was the ultimate way to make Hal spiral worrying about what he should do.  It just became too easy to stuff those letters in his pocket as he carried the mail to the house.

Never feeling any guilt when your heart broke every time at the lack of communication with Cole.  Didn’t feel sorry for inserting himself as someone to lean on.  And only a kiss had ever happened between the two of you.  Apologizing to him as tears rolled down your eyes because he was never Cole.  Cole had poisoned your brain, but along the way Hal had been your best friend.  And one of Waylon’s favorite people.

Cole steps through the doorway of his mom’s catching you as you run into his arms.  “Bee, will you marry me?” He whispers so softly in your ear.

“I would marry you two years ago if you asked,” he sits you back down, sliding his mom’s old engagement ring on your finger while everyone else looks on at the two of you with smiles, minus your father.  

“Etta at daddy’s house?” Your father takes a deep breath, brushing the tears off his cheeks.  He wasn’t just losing a daughter, but his grandson.  He wanted to hate Cole.  Wanted to call him every name in the book, but the way you two were looking at each other, the pure love was evident between you.

“Daddy?  Etta wif me?”

“Yes, Loretta is going to stay with us.  Sorry, Alan.”

“Well, I guess this causes for a celebratory night out at the Vault,” your mom stands, pulling up your dad.  “Unless, you two would rather be alone.”

“I just want to be with my family.  Waylon Cole, come here, baby,” Cole’s hands leave you only to pick up your son, and then he holds the two of you.  He wasn’t ever getting that time back, but he wasn’t going to waste new happy moments to come worrying about it.  He was going to cherish every moment.

“Oo Toe Wiggle.”

“And you Waylon Cole.”

“Mama is my bubblebee.”

“No, mama is my Bumblebee.”

“No, mine,” Waylon giggles, laying his head on Cole’s shoulder.  “Me yuv Oo.”

You give a kiss to Waylon’s cheek, while Cole swallows deeply, “I love you, too.  And I love your mama, and…”

“My baby.  Me need a baby.”

“Let’s go to lunch.  Cole’s paying,” Alan walks quickly past the three of you.  It was a bitter pill to swallow.  And it wasn’t something he truly wanted to think about.  Not yet.  In time.  Cole’s face still bruised and battered from your father’s fist.  And still he looked handsome.  

“Me hungy, mama.”

“Yeah, let’s go.  Waylon gets cranky if he misses lunch and nap.”

“And thankfully Waylon sleeps hard.”

“Cole Riggan, your fiancé’s parents are here.  Tracy, I apologize.”

“Well,” your mom shrugs, reaching for Waylon, but he shakes his head no, cozying up closer to his dad.  “They’re play time did give us this beautiful little boy.  Way, you ready to flirt with the waitresses?”

“Yep.  Eady!”  Cole didn’t know how he got to be so lucky, and nor did he care.  He was going to spend his time just being with you and his son.  Enjoying the life he was sure he never wanted, and now he wouldn’t trade it for anything else.  He was finally home.  You were finally his.  And his son, Cole Turner’s son, was the happiest little surprise that he could think of.  

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 13

Summary:  One more weekend.  How does Cole know your parents?

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, age gap, D/s dynamics, daddy kink, food play, chasing, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), slapping, biting, breeding kink, creampie, cockwarming, death of a character, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  8.8K

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“What’s that?” You giggly ask Cole as he walks in the living room with a box.  “Cole, what is that?” He just smirks at you, leaving the box on the bar.  Walking over to Loretta’s bed to give her a quick pet on her head.  “So, you’re not going to talk to me?  You get a mysterious box and all you’re doing is smiling?  Cole Turner,” you stomp your foot slightly, and grimace when you catch yourself.  “I didn’t mean that.”

“Oh, no, you most certainly meant that.  You, my dear, hate being ignored.  If you want to see what’s in the box, you go ahead and open it.  But, if you open it, you have to try them.”

You look up at the ceiling of the small house that you had grown all too fond of.  Had spent many nights cooking with Cole, or just cuddling on the couch with him and Loretta, and even had your naked body on every surface in this house.  You scratch at your eye a second, trying to think this through logically, “Nothing in that box will hurt me?”

“Do you honestly think I would hurt you?” Cole takes a seat on the couch.  Leaning back into the cushions with his legs spread wide, and you want to sit on those thick thighs.  It was unfair just how crazy he made you.  “Look at the name on the box.  It’s for you.”

“I know you wouldn’t hurt me.  But…well, the first time we had sex, it stung.”

“You rob your honey bees with no protection, and you’re worried about a little sting.  I’m sorry my sweet Bee, I can’t help it that I have a thick cock that your body so desperately craved.  Why don’t you just open the box.  There will be no stinging coming from any of the contents inside.  But I do expect you to try all of it out, tonight, just for me.”

You take a deep breath, before reaching into the kitchen for a knife.  The suspense was killing you, and you needed to know what was inside.  You slice the packing tape slowly, staring up at Cole, who gives you a tsk, “Bee, pay attention to what you’re doing when holding a knife.”

“Sorry,” he clears his throat, rubbing over his thighs, “Sorry, Daddy,” you look down at the box, giving the contents a quick glance when your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.  You could feel the warmth radiate throughout your entire body, and even your ears throbbed with the yearning you had for Cole.  “Cole.”

“Nu-uh, back to the daddy.  I can practically feel your cunt throbbing.  I want you to try every piece on,” you give him a quick glance, holding up a particularly lacey babydoll nightie.  “They’re very demure.  I just want to see you looking all sweet and pretty when we’re at home.  You look beautiful in my shirts, and those sweet little panties you try to make me believe are innocent.  But…why don’t you give it a try?  For me?”

“How much is in here?”

“A fair amount.  I may want to ravage you, and rip it all off.  But one thing I know for certain by the time that I am finished with you, you’re going to make a mess of those panties, and they’ll need to be washed.  I just want a cute little lingerie try on show with you as the star.  I promise you, Bee, there is nothing sinister or nasty about this.  I enjoy looking at you.  I enjoy the way you look in your sweet little sundresses, so just look at this as if you are wearing a pretty little dress to bed, okay?”

“Okay.  Daddy,” you gulp.  Grabbing up the nightie, but you shuffle your feet looking at him.  “Can…we go to bed early tonight?”

Cole tilts his head to the side, giving you a sly little smirk, “Can we go to bed early tonight, please, Daddy.  Pretty pretty please?  Maybe…try that cockwarming again, I’m not feeling great.”

“You okay?” He asks, sitting up suddenly.  “What’s wrong?”

“Cole, I am fine.  I just have been tired lately, and…uh…I just…” he softens his gaze.  He had been wanting you to be more vocal with him about what you wanted, and needed.  But every time you looked at him, you just wanted him to tell you what to do.  “Can…I mean…”

“Bee, I don’t bite.  I nibble.  And I don’t spank hard, you’ll see,” Cole gives you a wink, and you are ready to crawl towards him.  How did he do this?  How did he make you all hot and bothered and like Jello all at the same time.  “Bee?”

“This is what I mean.  You overwhelm me with your affection.  I shouldn’t want things, and yet, I do.  I want you to spank me.  And I just want to cockwarm you because I’ve been tired, and my stomach has been cramping a bit, but I don’t want a day to pass that you’re not inside of me.  You’re just so much more advanced than me, and all I want is to please you.  Like before you all I thought about was my book, or seeing the world, and now I want to see the world with you, and my story has changed, and…Cole, stop smiling,” another stomp followed by a growl, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Well, for that you will be spanked.  I told you about your pouting with me.  But was that so hard?  If you’re cramping, let me rub your stomach.  I would assume it is something you’ve eaten, your cycle isn’t due yet.  And I’ll be inside you whenever you want.  Be vocal.  If you don’t want sex, be vocal.  If you don’t want to call me daddy, be vocal.  If you don’t want to wear the lingerie, let me know.”

“I do, though.  It’s just a bit embarrassing to show that part of my body to someone.”

“I’m not someone, I am your boyfriend, and I have seen all of you.  Bee, you’re beautiful.  And I like dressing you up, but first and foremost, I want you to be comfortable.  I want us to be open and honest.  I’m told that is how relationships work.  So do you want to try on the lingerie for me?” With a sweet smile, you nod your head, and his own smile gets wider, “Do you want to call me daddy?  When we’re alone of course.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Will you let me know when you’re not feeling like having sex?  We can do whatever you want.  You want to cockwarm me, while I rub your belly, and we watch a movie, that’s what we’ll do.”

“Okay.  Thank you,” grabbing up the box, you head to the spare room that had yet to have anything put in it, but a little bed.  You run your fingers over the bed for a moment.  You know that this is the perfect little starter home, but you could almost see a child sleeping on this bed.  Readying them to get ready to go on the farm with their Papaw Alan.  Loretta would be herding a baby instead of livestock.

There was time for that sort of thinking another day.  You weren’t even sure what Cole had planned to use this room for.  It was silly to daydream about anything.  Especially considering he was waiting in the living room.  Slipping on the laced top, you gulp looking down at your body.  It was oddly satisfying, and empowering.  Even pulling up the strings that were supposed to be panties still gave you a sense of authority, even if you felt deep down that you would give that all away for Cole to be in control.

Even though you would have crawled on the floor if Cole asked, it was the way he looked at you with the utmost adoration.  He was calm and understanding with you.  Waited for you.  Randomly checked in on your in the store.  

“Cole,” you whisper, stepping out of the bedroom.  Tiptoeing down the short hallway, and stopping at the end.  Your feet rock on the sides with one hand behind your back.  “Cole?”

“Right in front of me, Bee,” sauntering over to him, close enough for him to pull you even closer, and in between his thighs, he runs his hands up and down your legs, while you try and regulate your breathing.  “You’re completely covered.”

“With sheer fabric.”

“Do you not like it?”

“I like the way you’re staring at me.”

“Hmm,” he spins you around, admiring your ass, when he pulls you down into his lap.  “I love the way you look in it, but how do you feel?” His mouth was almost right against your neck.  His breath and words were so heated that you found yourself starting to grind on him.  “You making me hard so I can just nestle my cock in this pretty little cunt?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he loved when you whined for his cock.  Watching your nipples harden as they protrude out of the sheer fabric.  “Daddy, are we going camping this weekend?”

“Yes, baby.  We’re going to camp.  Nothing too spectacular.  You going to wear one of your new pieces I got you?” His hand slips past the elastic, and you let out a desperate little whimper.  “Oh, darling, you are a wet little thing.”

“You want me to wear something you bought?”

Cole closes the gap from his mouth to your neck, giving the sensitive skin a hard suck.  Moaning out yes on you.  He didn’t care what you wore as long as there were no bras, and preferably no panties.  He’d already scouted a spot behind the old barn across from your house.  It was heavily wooded, and private property, no one would ever see the two of you.  He was going to keep you naked.  Enjoy the old barn that was now used for additional storage.  Take advantage of the fact that your bees and their hives were right there.  He had plans to have his tongue all over your body.  The last weekend before your parents came home at the end of the week, and it was time to introduce families.

That was what Cole was most worried about.  He could ignore it for the moment, while his fingers push into your warmth.  Let you enjoy some form of relief as you fucked yourself on his digits.  But the worry of more people learning of your relationship with him was always on his mind.  “Just enjoy yourself, Bee.”

You grind down even harder, feeling the knot in your stomach twist faster than normal.  Your juices drip down into Cole’s hand, and it starts running down his arm.  He didn’t know what it was you were doing, but you were making a mess, and he was enjoying this too much.  His cock was throbbing in his pants, obsessed with feeling your slicked up walls.  Your sweet little voice panting out Daddy over and over again.  It was quick, but you weren’t stopping even when your walls clench down tight around his fingers.

You were a glutton for punishment.  You were wild in your need to go further.  His fingers had never felt so good, and the thought of them leaving you makes you sob out his name.  He gives your tits a hard smack, “Daddy!”

“That’s better,” he grunts, trying to readjust himself.  Cockwarming you said.  But here you were with back to back orgasms on his hand.  His pants were soaked from you.  “Fuck,” his voice was wrecked as you hold onto his knees.  Forcing yourself over him harder.  Faster.  He was trying to think of the best way for you and him to introduce you to your family, but he couldn’t think.  Your cunt was so loud, he swore it was echoing in the mountains.

“Daddy!  Daddy I can’t stop.”

“Don’t.  You’re right there.  One more time, sweetheart.  One more time just for daddy,” you slam yourself over his fingers.  It was so close.  Just right there.  Your leg starts to tremble.  “Don’t stop, Bee.  Please don’t fucking stop,” you wanted to make him proud.  Needed him to know all that he had taught you.  

And then the damn breaks, and you gush over his fingers, “Oh!  Oh, Daddy, I’m sorry,” slipping his fingers out of you, he holds his dripping hand in front of your eyes.  Letting you watch every bit of your honey drip down him.  “Daddy?”

“You did so good, my sweet Bee.  Look at this,” glancing at his hand before at him, he brings his fingers closer to your mouth.  Letting your eyes go wide as the same two fingers that were buried in your cunt are pushed past your mouth.  Circling your lips around them, you suck your essence off his meaty fingers.  Your doe eyes peering up at him, waiting for further instruction.  “You’re tired aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumble around him.

“Let’s go to bed.  I promise not to thrust too hard about every ten minutes.  But I want you to warm me up all night,” he starts dragging his fingers out of your mouth, moaning when you continue to suck on him.  “You need your rest.  You said you haven’t been sleeping well.  I’ll make sure you get some sleep.”

“I didn’t say that,” you give him a little pout, and he is ready to come right there.  You were a menace to his cock, and you didn’t even realize you were doing that.  “I said, I’ve been extra tired lately.”

“Maybe I’m just fucking you too much.”

“No,” trying to be serious, but with a little tickle from Cole, you were back to giggling, “No, it’s not too much.  I want you everyday.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t give you so many orgasms then.  Only one time each time we have sex.”

“I didn’t say that either,” he stands up, already walking up to the bedroom.  Stopping to turn around and look at you.  “Cole?” He raises an eyebrow at you, giving you a quick little grin, “Daddy?”

“Bee, let's watch a movie, and you can keep Daddy’s cock warm.  Come on.  You look so pretty in your new nightie.  But you can slip those panties off when you get upstairs, okay?” You don’t wait to get upstairs.  You go ahead and take them off.  Walking up the stairs before you hand him in the ruined panties, and walk right past him.

Cole looks down at the lace, rubbing his finger in your juices before heading upstairs himself.  You were most definitely going to be the death of him.  And he would gladly die a million deaths if it meant getting to enjoy you.

Rachel looks out her living room window.  From this angle it was perfect to see that rustic old barn, and your beehives in front.  You and Cole weren’t even trying to hide that something was going on between the two of you anymore.  His bright red truck parked right where anyone driving by could see.  No one had a truck that looked like his.  He helps you out of the front seat, setting you on the ground before capturing your lips on his own.

“You better stop,” Dale coughs, reaching for a few peanuts.  “It’s not healthy for you to watch our son with a girl.”

“They’re open with their affection now.”

“As it should be,” popping a peanut in his mouth, he laughs as his wife gasps.  Cole was already ravishing your body.  His mouth nibbles its way down your chest before circling around your nipple.  “Didn’t like what you saw?”

“I’m being ridiculous.”

“Yep.  Our son is in love, so let him be.”

“But Alan…”

“Alan and Tracy will get over the fact that Cole is with their daughter.  Alan will have to get over the fact that she is living with Cole, and therefore sex is inevitable.”

“Dale…”

“I’m serious, woman.  You and her parents are going to have to come to terms that they know each other’s bodies.  So quit spying on them.  They’re happy.  They’re trusting their relationship now to be more open.  She’s nice,” Rachel turns and glares at her husband.  “What?”

“How would you know she’s nice?  Dale Turner, you better tell me right now,” taking a slow sip of his tea, he drinks the entirety down.  “Dale?”

“She came by the house sometime last week.  I thought I told you.  It must have slipped my mind.  If Cole is ever going to get married, it’ll be that girl.  If Cole is to ever have children, she will be the one giving that to him.  Cole is going to do what Cole wants to do.  Let him.  They’re very much in love,” his wife rolls her eyes at him.  Sitting in her seat beside him.  “Don’t touch my peanuts, either.”

“How come you got to meet to her?”

“Maybe it’s because you’re spying on your grown son doing what grown people do with their live-in girlfriends?  Maybe because I’m dying and he wanted me to have a chance to see the woman that is going to have my grandchild.”

“She’s pregnant?” Rachel goes wide eyed starting to stand up again, but Dale puts his hand on her knee.  “They come here to tell you that she is pregnant?”

“No.  If she’s pregnant they either don’t know or they didn’t say anything.  Cole has never gotten a woman pregnant before.  Either he lacks the equipment or he’s very careful.  If Cole wants to get her pregnant, and she wants that as well, I’m sure it would happen.  I’m saying that they will get married, and she will be the mother of your grandchildren.  And he…” Dale grabs at his chest, coughing uncontrollably.  He was thankful for a chance to get to meet you.  He knew his days were numbered, and even told Cole as much.  He was happy for his son.  And happy his wife was going to become a Memaw, Granny, Nanny, Nana, he didn’t care.  She was getting her wish of a second baby.

“Rach, I’m sorry we didn’t have more.”

“Dale, stop it.  Cole is…well, he’s ours.”

“If we had more, you might have already had a grandchild.”

“Well,” she starts crying, looking at the only man she had ever loved.  Cole was just like his father in so many ways.  He was a bit of a wild man as well.  She had gone against her family's wishes to be with someone more worldly.  That he would ruin her, along with their family name.  And there he still was.  Sitting beside her.  “I wouldn’t have got to spend all that time doting on Cole.”

“So you want only one grandchild?”

“I want Cole and her to have as many or as little as they want.  Did you at least ask though?” Rachel closes her eyes, bracing herself for the answer.  You were young, and probably didn’t have the thought of a child in your brain yet.

“I did,” her eyes flash open quickly, “They both want kids,” gasping, her lip starts trembling, and Dale pats his lap, “Come on, my sweet angel.  Sit in my lap, and let me hold you.”

“Stop watching me,” you giggle as you lift a rack out of the super. Cole was far away from you, watching your every move.  You were amazing to him.  No protection from the bees, and you had no fear.  “Cole!”

“Just get a bit of the honey comb.  I want…I want to try something.”

You take a deep breath, whispering a bit as you draw the knife that Cole had lent.  Cutting off a tiny part of the comb before slipping it into a mason jar.  “Thank you,” you give the little bees a whisper as you slip the rack back into the hive.  “You want this?” Cole gives you a head nod, but makes no attempt to get closer.  You were too close to the hives.  “Come and get it.”

“You know I won’t.  Just step away,” you shake your head no.  Feeling a bit more safe beside your bees.  “How many times have you been stung?”

“None today.  In general?  I couldn’t tell you.  I appreciate them.  They are fruitful because of that.  You want this jar of honey?” Cole nods his head at you, still both feet remain firmly in their place.  “What are you going to do?  Let the honey drip down my sweaty skin?  Lick it off me?  Let you suck the honey off my tit?  Or is it my clit you want?”

“Both,” he was so sure and cocky, but you could stand here all day.  Your finger teases around your low neckline, pulling it down a bit to expose your breast.  His jaw goes slack when you open the jar.  Breaking off a piece of the comb, you give it a squeeze, letting thick ribbons of honey drip on your painfully swollen nipples.  “You…you made a mess.”

“Clean it up then.”

“You’re being a brat.  Step away from the bees, and I will clean you up,” you shake your head, squeezing a bit of honey on the other hardened bud.  “Bee, you…you need to quit.”  Pulling out your dress you look down the front, squeezing the honey down your stomach.  “You don’t have panties on.”

“You won’t allow me to wear panties.  Oh…Cole, the honey is right on my sweet pussy.  Won’t you lick me clean?” Brat.  It’s exactly what you were.  Your finger makes circles over your nipple, and you pop your finger into your mouth.  Sucking off the excess honey.

“Bee!  You better stop it.  Or I…I’m going…”

“You gonna spank me?” You bite at your lip, and haul your ass to the barn.  Cole growls as he starts stomping towards you.  You really needed a good spanking it, but he wasn’t sure it was going to be your ass.  He had seen you run into the barn, but stepping inside he doesn’t see you.

“Bee, now that is enough, young lady,” why the fuck could you literally feel yourself get more wet?  His words were vulgar, but your core was pulsing heavily for him.  He had grown quiet.  Too quiet.  Quiet enough that you stand up from behind the bale of hay.  Looking over it, he was gone.  Maybe he had walked out the back door.

Cole swats at your ass, and you jump around to look at him.  Screeching out his name, “You, little lady, have been very naughty.  Look at you with these tits hanging out,” he smacks at those.  His hand now sticky with the honey.  “Teasing me,” squatting down in front of you, he pulls up your dress.  A long line of the sticky amber liquid was going straight into your slit.  “Mmm, dessert.  Too bad I can’t have it.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll come.  Hmm,” with his thumb and forefinger he spreads your lips, looking at your clit, “You’re quite…swollen.  You been touching yourself?”

“No, sir,” Cole jerks down your hand, sucking on your fingers, and with no words, he’s still able to chastise you.  “I’m sorry, Daddy.  I just…I wanted more honey there for you to taste.”

“Your fingers taste like you, not like honey.  Turn around,” when you don’t move, he circles his fingers repeating himself, and you obey.  “Hand me the jar of honey, and put your hands on the hay.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked you to,” you do as your told, and Cole taps on the inside of your thighs, “Spread them further apart.  I want to see this pretty pussy of yours,” again you follow his instruction, and he slowly lifts your dress.  Chuckling, when you arch your back, exposing yourself even more to him.  

Your folds are glistening.  “Little bitch in heat, huh?”

“What?” He gives a slap over your clit, and you yelp.  Twisting your head back to watch him staring intently at your pussy.  “What are you gonna do to me?”

“You remember in Charleston where I kept you filled up?  You were practically crawling on the floor begging for me to cum in you,” he smiles as your walls clench around nothing.  Your breathing turns more into panting, and your ass was wiggling around drawing more attention to your puffy and velvety lips.  “Your body is reacting to me.  All you want is for me to fill you up.  Desperate and needy little bitch in heat.  Look at her.  Bee, your pretty tight little pussy is telling on you.”

“Daddy,” your voice whines out, making his cock throb with an urgent need to pound into you.  “Daddy, fuck me,” it didn’t matter what you did, Cole was just staring.  “Daddy,” you yip when he slaps at your pussy.  Spreading you apart to see your little bundle of nerves where he continues his assault.  You wanted him even more, backing your ass up to him gets a harder slap on your swollen clit.

“Stand still,” he dives two fingers into your warmth and is met with the juiciest your pussy has ever been.  “Oh, does my sweet Bee like a bit of pain?  You’re so fucking wet.  I believe you might be a bit tighter,” you cling to the hay bale in front of you, telling yourself not to move because you need to feel him.  Your body was craving him.  

Eyes closed shut as he wrecks you.  Cole enjoyed moments where he got to play with your body like his own personal toy.  You were so reactive to him.  Trying so hard to stand still as he curls his fingers inside you.  Getting you right to the edge before pulling out, “Cole!”

“Uh-uh,” he scolds, standing up to remove your dress, and grabs at the jar of honeycomb.  Enough of the sweet sticky syrup has settled to the bottom, and he pours it down your front.  Watching as a thick glob starts to roll down the center of your chest.  Other ribbons drift over your tits to your nipples, and create a slow drizzle to the floor below.  

Cole takes a calculated step back, and crawls in between your legs.  You looked so helpless with your legs spread around him.  Your thighs coated in your arousal, and he sighs at how pretty you looked.  That thick ball of honey was almost perfectly in the center of your body.  Shining with the light drifting through the open barn door.  Cascading down your body at such a slow speed, and you were ready to break.  Whimpering out Daddy, but he still sits below you licking his lips.  

“Daddy, what are you doing?”

“Waiting,” the syrup finally drifts over your mound, going right to your slit when he sits up higher.  Giving the liquid a taste before devouring your cunt.  He was eating you like a man starved.  Slurping up your juices and making just as much of a noise as your moans.  Wrapping his hands around your ass, he pushes you more into him.  It was like he could survive on your slick alone.  He guides you to start riding his face, and you scream up to the heavens.  

Cole gives your clit a hard suck, causing you to start standing on your tiptoes.  Reaching right to the edge when he slumps back down.  That cocky man leans up against a bale, wiping you off his face, while you’re left sobbing.  “What is it?”

“I wanna come!  It’s not fair.”

“You’re gonna come, don’t worry.  I like you extra sensitive.  I only get to come once.  It seems fair to me,” he chuckles, gazing right at your pussy, she was begging him to fuck her.  You were so sensitive anyways, but he knows this playful edging was going to make it even more fun.  “So I say, I fuck you right here in the barn, and we run naked to that swimming hole on the backside of this pasture.  Wash off how frustrated you are.”

“I want you to fuck me!”

“Why?”

“Well, look.”

“Trust me, Bee, I am.”

“How about you fuck me?” He slips out from between your legs, pulling his shirt off, and opens his pants enough for his cock to spring free.  “How bad do you want to come?” With a determined face, you straddle him.  Grabbing the base of his cock you guide it to your warmth.  The both of you sigh out a moan as you sink all the way down to the root.  

Cole reaches up to pinch on both your nipples, and pulls them to bring you closer to his face, “You better fuck me like you mean it little lady,” hands on his chest to ground yourself, you bounce over him, but he doesn’t stop squeezing your buds.  Letting you work yourself over him while he gazes up at the woman he knows he’s spending the rest of his life with.  You were perfect in every sense of the word.

Perfectly slutty for him.  Perfectly sweet just for him, even your little stomping and pouting had made him weak.  You had managed to perfectly fit into his life, and he couldn’t imagine a day without him calling you his.  And fuck, if you weren’t perfectly fucking him right now.  He hoped everyone in the mountain could hear just how good you were making yourself feel.  How you were literally using his body to get off.  How the way he was pinching your nipples must be causing you more euphoria because you were getting off so fast, but this wouldn’t do.

Dropping your nipples, he grabs onto your hips, twisting the two of you around, and he starts driving into you.  Lifting your legs up, he pins them on either side of your head.  You were blissful.  He had you soaked and spread out, and still you craved more.  He couldn’t do the fucking math in his head in the moment, he just knew that he needed to see you dripping of his seed again.  

“Fuck,” he grunts, rutting into you so hard.

“Yeah…Daddy!  Fuck me harder!”  He looks down at where the two of you connected, and she was basically begging for his cum, too.  “Daddy…I want…I want,” you felt embarrassed by the words coming out of your mouth.  But it was the truth.  Even in the heat of the moment.  The role play of it.  “Breed me!”

Dammit.  You were a little minx. Literally begging for him.  “Fill me with your seed,” where the fuck did that come from?  His cock starts twitching.  “Daddy, fuck a…Daddy!”

“Ugh!” He grunts, spurting his seed so deep in your cunt.  Letting your walls milk him dry as he tries to catch his breath, “What the fuck was that?”

“I’m sorry?”

“No…don’t apologize.  That…that was…fuck me,” pulling himself out, he still keeps your legs pinned down.  A bit of his spend trickles out of you, but he presses a hand against you.  “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’ve been reading dirty little smut or watching some great fucking porn.  You got nothing to say about that, huh?” You shake your head no, and he removes his hand.  Looking down at your ruined cunt, before pushing his fingers back into you.  “So, you gonna be Daddy’s little breeding tool?  My little kitty cat that can’t quit backing herself on to me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then, you need to ask yourself if that is something you and I are ready for.  I can’t…Bee, I can’t stop that mid fuck.  I want to do that.  I want to keep fucking you until your swollen with me.  I want…” he removes his fingers, and stuffs them into your mouth, “Clean me off, I got something for you.”

You suck the both of your creams off his tick fingers.  Letting your tongue roll around the digits, when he pulls them out of you.  Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulls out a box, gulping when he opens up a small little white gold band.  “What is this?” You ask, letting him slip the ring onto your finger.  “Cole?”

“A promise.  I know this is sudden.  I know this is crazy, but I love you.  I have never felt like this, and I don’t want to lose it.  I want…it’s a promise.  I don’t want to hide.  I’ll wait until your parents come home, so they don’t find out by a rumor, but I want…I want you.  And fuck yeah, I want to fuck a baby in you.  I want to see your belly stretch with me.  Show everyone who you fucking belong to.  But this…we can’t do this, unless you know what it can result in.  Or your cute ass is getting on birth control.  Okay?”

“I promise, too,” Cole gives you a quick peck, and stands up.  Shimmying out of his pants, when he slips his boots back on and runs down the back side of the pasture.  Heading straight to the swimming hole and your camp.  “Cole, wait up!” Standing up, you leave your clothes.  Nothing was in this pasture.

You chase after him.  Letting his hot creamy cum drip down your legs as your tits bounce around, and you try to catch up.  Swimming was just what the two of you needed.  The summer sun had made it unbearably hot and sticky, and the two of you fucking, didn’t help.  Cole stops, allowing you to get beside him again.  

He wasn’t sure why, but seeing himself coated on your legs made him want you more.  Seeing how you were unashamed to not only run around naked with him, but to show that he had been inside you, claiming you and your pussy as his.  You had never loved another man, and you wouldn’t.  He was your everything.  

His hand drifts over your stomach a moment, rubbing over it.  He wished he could fulfill his father’s wish to become a grandfather before he passed, but he didn’t think that would happen.  He gives you a sweet kiss before running off again.  “Cole!”

He stops long enough to remove his boots, and jumps into the hole.  Shaking his head to remove the excess water as he watches you.  Your body had already started to become more womanly since you’d been with him.  Your innocence was slowly slipping away, but there was still much more he could teach you.  He laughs as you jump in with him.  Swimming over to him, and he wraps you up in his arms.  

“The only bad thing about this, you’re washing off my cum.”

“You can just put it back in me.”

“You’re really cute when you're horny and want me in you.  But you need time to think about what I said.  We’re not in a rush Bee.  It would be nice if we could give your parents a grace period to get used to the idea that their precious daughter is getting dicked down every night by your Daddy.  Don’t make that face at me,” you smooth out the snarl on your face.  “You calling me Daddy is just for me.  Just curious what do you call…”

“Dad.  Officially it is Dad from now on.”

“Good, nobody takes care of you like I do, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Good, that pussy is just for me.”

Hal steps into the old barn, disgusted at the state of things.  Every bit of Cole’s clothes were left behind, but for you there was only a dress.  He figured he had you wandering around up here, and ready for him to fuck and play with you whenever he wanted.  Hal pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to think about it too much.  He wanted to be your friend.  

Even if a nasty spot of what he assumed was cum was laying on the barn floor.  He kicks at a bale of hay, wishing he could scream at anything.  Cole was never going to be good enough for you.  He had sowed his wild oats, and now was taking a future away from you.  It sickened him.  

He flinches when his phone goes off, and pulls it out, “Hey.”

“Hey, we’re going to be home sooner than expected.  We tried calling the house, but no one answered.  Is everything okay?”

Staring only at the soiled floor, he curses under his breath, “Yeah���yeah, everything’s fine.  She’s rarely at home.”

“I’ve noticed,” your mom giggles.  She was happy you were getting out.  Figured it would have been with Hal, but as long as you weren’t holed up in your room writing in a notebook she didn’t care.  “We’ll probably be home Monday morning, okay?”

“Yep.”

“How was the fair?”

“She didn’t go, so neither did I,” your mom goes quiet, because you had definitely closed the store.  “Listen, Mrs. Hamby, I should really go.”

“Will you tell her we’ll be home Monday morning?  I miss my baby girl,” you weren’t her baby girl anymore.  Cole had made sure of that.  Had corrupted you and made you his play thing.  He had seen you through your window giving him a striptease in some racy lingerie.  You didn’t even draw the curtains.  Let your tits hang out before he set up in the bed and sucked on them.  He could only guess what you were doing as your body rocked over something.  You let him defile you.  

Hal was going to be your only hope when Cole left you.  He knew that no man would want you after Cole Turner had you, but he would.  He’d let you show him all that you had learned.  And if you didn’t want Hal to know how much you and Cole fucked, maybe you should learn not to be seen.  It was like you were teasing Hal.  Making him stare at you.  You knew how much he liked you.  You were trying to make him jealous, and it was working.

He kicks aside Cole’s pants when he hears your squealing laughter from the swimming hole.  But soon your parents would be back.  And soon Cole would be gone.  He knew Cole would never be able to face your father once he realizes who your father is.  From the way his parents talked, Cole and your dad were Freshmen while they were seniors and he was a whore then.  How many pussies has he tasted?  And you for sure wouldn’t be the last.  Once a whore, always a whore.

Hal would be there for you to lean on him.  He would stand by your side until you realized that he was the one for you.  He was willing to take the chance on a ruined woman, because he loved you that much.  “He’ll be gone soon,” he whispers in the barn.  Soon Cole would be gone.  And soon, you would realize who loved you all along.  One more day and night, and your parents would be back.  They would know.

“Honey!” Tracy Hamby rolls her luggage into the house, taking stock of everything as she looks around her empty house.  “Loretta Lynn!”

“Uh, her truck isn’t even here,” Alan rolls the rest of the suitcases inside, while your mom walks up the stairs to your room.  

Taking a look at her watch, she notices how it was too early for you to even be awake.  “Honey?  Oh,” she stops and looks over your room.  Your bed was a disaster, but the more confusing part was the random bits of lingerie.  Hearing your dad walk up the stairs as well, she quickly gathers the items, and throws them into the hamper in your bathroom.  Closing the door behind her as your father looks into the room.

“Where is she?”

Tracy’s breathing picks up because wherever you were, you weren’t alone.  Lingerie wasn’t your style, and neither was a discarded pregnancy test.  “Alan, you wanna give me a minute?  Maybe…maybe go on to the store?”

“Where is our daughter?”

“Uh, she…she told me she was,” Tracy couldn’t even think.  You had told her nothing.  She always thought the two of you were so close, but now she wasn’t sure.  “She mentioned staying at…Kate Mealer’s with a bunch of girls,” she looks closer at the test, and thank goodness, it appeared to be negative.  “Just…just go set the store up?  I’m sure she’ll be a bit late.”

Tracy waits for her husband to leave, and wants to open up every single one of your drawers.  Wants to reach under the mattress for your journal, but instead she sits on your bed.  Clearly, you didn’t know about the early arrival.  You never would have left your room looking like this.  “Shit,” she groans, when a toy was left just laying in your bed.  She wasn’t mad that you were sexually active.  Didn’t even care that you had someone in her house.  It was the fact you felt the need to keep it a secret.

This wasn’t the place for Tracy to collect her thoughts.  You were twenty, it was normal to want to have sex.  This just wasn’t how she thought she’d find out.  Lingerie, toys, pregnancy test, and no condoms.  If it was Hal he wouldn’t have allowed this either.  Hal wouldn’t want anyone to know you were sexually active.  She breathes in deeply.  It was going to be okay.  You had made it out of your teens as a virgin.  It was okay.

Alan looks around the store, and it was perfectly pristine.  Already stocked, so at least you had left it for a quick start to the morning.  He goes into the back, ready to make some fresh tea when he looks at some of the paid invoices.  “You don’t say,” he picks up one, smiling at the paper, “Cole Turner is back in town.  Old scoundrel.”

He looks up from the invoices, when the bell rings, “Honey?”

“Dad?  What…what are you doing here?” You ask, walking to the back.  “I mean…you’re early?”

“How was Kate’s?”

“Uh…good,” your words come out more of a question than anything, unsure of why he would think you were at Kate’s.  And then your mind starts racing because you left way too many things out in your room.  You hope that neither he nor your mom had ventured in there in search of you.  “Here, you don’t know how to make sweet tea.  You can go home.  Rest maybe?”

“Nonsense.  I just got home and you’re shooing me away.  How was summer?” You walk past him pushing him away from the single burner.  “That bad?”

“I’ve had a great summer.  Someone just pulled up.  Why don’t you help them?”

Alan grumbles a bit.  The store was always his wife’s thing.  He hated this part, but when he sees the man darkening the door, he gets the biggest smile, “Alan…Hamby,” Cole takes a deep gulp, saying the last name slowly.  He didn’t even think.  Hamby was a common enough name around here.  His voice barely above a whisper, “What…what are you doing…what are you doing here?” He looks around the store for any sign of you.  Your truck was here.  You had to be here.  He was just bringing Loretta to you.  She was being extra lazy this morning.

“Where…” Alan looks at his lazy dog, and back to Cole.  He couldn’t remember Loretta coming in with you, but surely she had to have.  “I own this store.  Hold on.  Honey!”

“Dad can you seriously not,” your words stop as you see Cole standing in front of your dad.  This was bad.  This wasn’t how you envisioned telling him.  “Um…Dad?”

“Cole, you remember when we went to the state championship game?  He’s the reason we won,” Cole nods his head, trying to avoid looking at you.  But noticing everything.  Your dress was a bit too short.  You had on no bra, and the visions of him fucking you from behind this morning would not quit invading him.  The way you felt as you squeezed him so tight.  The way you were screaming out Daddy.  And the way he had you squirting all over the bed.  It was a mess, and he was already washing the sheets.

“Honey, clearly, the two of you met.”

“Why would you say that?” You smile looking at him, but could only see Cole.  His fingers were bruised right into your hips, and your nipples were still hard from him sucking on them.  He was starting to get off on seeing them swollen with his mouth.  Swore that you had even squirted something in his mouth.  

“He bought some lumber.  Anyways, remember how Tracy couldn’t cheer, because she had to sit in the stands with a baby?  This is that baby.  Well, my baby,” my baby, Cole gulps.  He could still taste you on his lips.  Could still see your sly little smile as he pulls your panties up your legs.  Letting you grind on his palm.  He was still seated right in the gusset of your panties.  He wanted you to wear him all day.

“You…you gave her a kiss on the head for good luck,” Cole clears his throat.  You had given his head a good hard suck to wake him up this morning.  He had woken up to a beautiful sight of you naked ass in the air, and your throat stuffed with his cock while you tried to smile up at him.  Sucking on his cock had gotten you so wet.  So when you started to ride him in reverse cowgirl, he saw how wet your pussy made him.  You were Alan fucking Hamby’s daughter.  He had in fact kissed the top of your head when you were a baby, and he still was kissing the top of your head.

“Cole here, he was one of my best friends in high school,” Alan laughs.  His mind remembering something much different than the two of you.  You blink your eyes, trying not to see Cole pulling apart your cheeks to watch him fucking into you.  Fucked you so hard, you were laying flat on the bed.  Your dad and Cole were best friends.  They were best friends, and you now were calling Cole Daddy.

“We did everything together.  He was the best QB the school had ever seen.  He was…well, he was a wildcat.  And your mother and I were the ones that got pregnant.”

“Dad,” you groan, apologizing to Cole.  

“When did you start calling me that,” the day she couldn’t stop herself from calling me that, Cole thinks to himself.  You were Alan Hamby’s daughter.  He was fucking his former best friends daughter.  His best friend’s daughter’s cunt was covered in his cum.  He wanted to fuck a baby in his best friend’s daughter.  “So what are you doing in town?”

“Uh…came to stay with my parents.  Dad, he’s…well, I couldn’t stay away,” Loretta stands up, and starts circling Cole.  Sitting down beside him, her head moves under his hand to be petted.  

“She normally only does that with me.  She must know that you’re a good guy,” and she’s heard the sounds your daughter makes when I’m fucking her.  “So…why are you here?”

“Coke and peanuts,” Cole answers quickly, and Alan sits behind the counter.  The same counter that Cole had you leaned over, while he fucked into you.  Cole now realizing just how often he had fucked his best friend’s daughter.  And the many places he had fucked you.  The many times he had stared at Alan’s daughter’s cunt.  He had taken Alan’s daughter’s virginity away during a tornado.  

“Daddy?” Cole and your dad both look at you, and you take a deep breath hating yourself for saying that.  You wanted Cole to just hold you.  Had learned to feel comfort from his embrace, and you needed him, “Um, maybe I should…I should go home?”

“Nonsense,” your dad says.  “You stay here, Cole and I can catch up.  Cole, your pants are vibrating,” Cole has a vibrant vision of seeing you inside this very store with a remote vibe on your cunt.  He laughed as you lean over the counter, hunching air as slick drips down your legs.  Your pussy was vibrating that day.

“Oh,” he says, reaching into his pocket.  It’s then you realize, you and Cole had never even exchanged numbers.  You had always just ended up together.  “Mom.  Mom, I need you to calm down.  What…what do you…I’ll be right there.”

“Cole,” you say sweetly, as he starts to leave.  “Cole, wait,” you didn’t care anymore.  Something was wrong.

“It’s dad.  He…he collapsed.  He…the paramedics…the coroner was…I gotta go.”

“Cole, wait,” he doesn’t stop, just jumps into his truck, and heads down the road.  “Dad, you…can you take care of the store?”

“No, I need to go to the Mason’s mansion.  Sorry, Cole’s a friend.  I’ll call and let you know if anything changes.”

“But,” your dad runs outside, leaving you holding on to your stomach in fear.  Cole needed you.  “He’s my boyfriend.”

You walk through Cole’s front door.  Stepping into the bedroom, as he packs a small bag of clothes.  Still dressed in your funeral clothing, and he won’t meet your eyes, “Cole?” He pushes a shirt in more aggressively, turning his body further from you, “Daddy?”

“Could…could you not right now?”

“Can you talk to me?  Cole, what are you doing?”

“I need to think.  This…it’s not about you.  It’s not,” he stops his motions, and turns to look at you.  “Bee, I never thought I would lose a parent.  I thought my dad was Superman.  I came back and saw him so weak, but I found you in the midst of that.  Learning that you were Alan and Tracy’s kid…yeah, well, that changes a few things, but…I love you.  I meant what I said.  This ring,” he lifts your hand, kissing over the small band, “It’s a promise.”

“You just…I want to be there for you.  Please, let me.”

“No, I need to go back for a bit,” you shake your head crying, wrapping your hands around him, and he finally holds you.  He needed you, but right now, you needed him.  “Bee…I need a moment to breathe.”

“What about your mom?  She needs you.”

“She’s going to stay with her sister for a bit.  Bee, baby, please don’t cry.”

“I’m crying because I’m going to miss you,” you lean off his chest to stare up at his handsome face.  You wouldn’t change this summer for anything.  You wished things didn’t change so quickly, but you knew he would be back and the two of you could talk to your parents. Introduce him as your boyfriend instead of your dad’s former best friend.  “I’m crying because I’m telling you goodbye.”

“No,” he kisses your forehead, before pressing his against yours, “This is not a goodbye.  This is an I love you, and I’ll be back.  I just need to think.  I didn’t expect to fall for Alan Hamby’s daughter.  Didn’t expect to see my life forever entwined with his, because I’m not going anywhere.  You’ve got me, Bee.  I just need a moment to breathe.  To clean out my old house.  Sell it.  Process everything.  And then I’m coming home.  We’re going to have us some beautiful little babies.  A bigger house, closer to the pond.  And you’re book is going to be on best selling lists, and…I love you.”

“I love you Cole Riggan Turner.  So hurry up and leave, so you can hurry up and come back.”

“Did you take another test?” You nod your head yes, giving him a chaste kiss.  “Still negative?” With another head nod, he isn’t sure what to think.  It was like he was wanting you to take a test nearly everyday, because he felt he got something wrong.  Felt like there was something he missed.  But still another negative.  “Bee, while I’m gone you promise to think about when you’re ready?  I’m ready when you are.  But I think we should wait.  We’re not in a hurry.”

“I know,” he presses his hand up against your stomach, and your eyes flutter close.  “But…one day I really want you to fuck a baby in me, okay?”

“You’re twenty.  Quit talking with a vulgar mouth.”

“Does it bother you?  My age?  My parents?”

“It would have, but I’m too far gone now.  I don’t want to leave, but I need to,” you whisper okay, letting him return to his packing.  “Can you stay with me tonight?  Make love all night?”

“Whatever you want, Cole.  My body is yours, and so is my heart,” he knew it was true.  He didn’t want rough sex or even demanding sex.  He just wanted to slowly fuck into you.  It was likely he’d be gone for weeks, if not months.  Had written your address down, so he could send you sweet love letters.  Make things more romantic and nostalgic for you.  You were a simple woman.  Simple gestures.  But he would be back for as long as you would have him.  But he needed a moment.  But he was going to think about you every moment he was away.  Every second of every day, he was going to think about you.

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I loved how shocked I was every few minutes near the end of this chapter. Oh the drama. Mama like!!

Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 13

Summary:  One more weekend.  How does Cole know your parents?

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, age gap, D/s dynamics, daddy kink, food play, chasing, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), slapping, biting, breeding kink, creampie, cockwarming, death of a character, 18+ ONLY

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