Gone Country

Chapter 29 (Effort)

*Brant*

Even in my dreams I knew when she crawled into bed with me. Every dream becomes vibrant, sexier when she's near me. If having dirty dreams about her wasn't enough, when she joined me in bed they became a full fledge wet fantasy. I figured because I could feel her presence, it alerted my body that she was close enough to make every fantasy I was thinking about come true if she wanted.

Then I felt her kiss my cheek, her sweet tone of voice telling me she loved me with all of her heart. I bit my lip, moaning in my throat as I squirmed restlessly in bed. "Dreaming about me?" I hear her breathy voice whisper. I felt her purposely rub my bulge, not helping my situation calm in any kind of way. My back arched at the feel and I took in a sharp breath full of need.

My eyes flew open and I realized that only half of the things I had been dreaming about actually happened. She only had her arm tossed over my waist, but she had whispered those things in my ear, just not quite as seductive as my dreams portrayed it to have sounded. The squirming, and the pleasure in thinking that she was doing all of these dirty things was real, just not the actual contact.

"Holy crap," I breathed out, dazed.

"I don't know what I did to make you start having these steamy sex dreams about us, but I'm starting to like waking up and coming in here to hear you moan my name," she teased while leaning over to give me a kiss.

"Trust me when I say that having the dream is way better than your end of the deal." I relaxed my body into the mattress, softly gripping her messy hair when she gave me my good morning kiss. We slowly moved our lips together, savoring the sweet moment we were sharing. She had no clue how much I wanted her right now.

"Good morning to you too," she purred when my mischievous hand slipped past her waist to grip onto her butt. I pressed her against the mountain the dirty dream I had about her caused, positive that I've never wanted a girl as much as I have wanted her.

"January twenty-fifth, you are mine," I moaned.

She pulled away, giggling at me. Her hand softly rested against my cheek, her eyes twinkling as she held my gaze. "When that day comes, you can have every last bit of me." She wiggled her brows at me, playfully tickling my chin. I couldn't hold back, she was way too cheerful to see me this morning. I crushed my lips against hers, pulling her under me to show her exactly how she made me feel.

She laughed, squealed, moaned, and bit her lip during my passionate kisses and touches. I smiled at her reactions, admiring her to myself, and delighting in how right it felt to hold her or kiss her, to roll around in bed quietly laughing, even flirting. I was happy.

After watching those home videos a couple of days ago, I had a whole new outlook on our relationship. She was even more beautiful to me. I felt that bond we had when we were babies reconnect again. I wouldn't cry when she wasn't around, but I would definitely miss her terribly, I always do.

Things were slowly changing for her too. I was proud of Phillip for giving her two days to herself to calm down and remember who he was to her, but it was nice to see that he was now putting in an effort to win his daughter's trust back. Just yesterday he came over with a huge flower bouquet of daisies that had a nice card expressing how wonderful a daughter she was and that her mother would be proud to see what a strong woman she has grown up to be. The man knew how to tug on my baby's heartstrings, that was for sure.

He wasn't the only one putting in effort. The baby blue eyed beauty below me, that was wearing a smile that out shone the sun, she has been making sure he knew that she loves him and that she is glad he's around more. I've noticed how happy it seems to make him to hear her say that she liked having him close by and actually being the center of his attention at some point in his day. It's not all about work for him anymore. She was becoming a big part of his world again, that made her feel special.