Sophia the Brat
Sophia
TheBigO: Drive safe. I want my pussy in one piece when I devour it tonight.
Heat flushes through meas I grab my last bag and toss it over my shoulder.
Would he really do that?
I’ve only ever dreamed of what that would be like.
RacingQueen: Promises, promises.
TheBigO: Chisel it in stone, princess.
My pulse races, not from the cold air or worry about the road conditions.
But over if I’m ready to give my heart to him.
He’s said more than once that when it happens, I’m coming to stay with him.
As exciting as that sounds, I’m not sure if I’m quite there.
Maybe I don’t really want to leave the ranch? I told Dad I’d help.
Well, I guess a lot of the bookwork and stuff can be done remotely now. I’d still be able to keep Sawyer taken care of.
It’s just scary to think of moving away, even if I feel it’s inevitable.
Hell, I picked a stupid plain paint for my room to make it easier when I really wanted the green.
What the heck will I tell Dad?
The exhaust from my truck leaves a billowing fog around the trailer, matching the one gathering around Oliver’s dually just down the driveway.
With the frost on the ground, I’m kinda glad Dad asked if he’d follow me. Since he’s been here working the last while, he’s notallbad.
Kinda cute even, in an asshole way.
“All set, Soph?” Dad steps off the porch from the main house while Oliver follows him a few feet behind.
“Yea, I’ll be fine.” I already loaded Misty, and Sawyer got all of the feed in yesterday.
Yet Dad takes a moment to circle my truck and trailer, checking the connection wires, then kicking the tires.
“I know, I know.” He holds up his palms, stopping me before I protest. “It’s for my own peace of mind.”
He holds the door open for me to crawl behind the wheel. “Keep me posted?”
“I will.” My gaze flicks over his shoulder to Oliver, then back to my father.
“Humor me,” Dad grumbles. “It’s still winter.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I know. I wish Sawyer could come along. I can’t believe he had theaudacityto say he wanted to spend time with his wife for Valentine’s Day,” I laugh sarcastically and roll my eyes.
Dad chuckles, shuts my door gently, then backs away.
Except the truth is, if my brother did ride along, there’s no way I’d be able to have Biggie visit me.
