FINALLY I know I know! Thanks for your patience. Its a hot one. Rated M. Oh and Happy Valentines Day! This is fitting!
Chapter 30
The Ranch
Dylan heard Brenda run up the stairs in a rush to grab Olivia's forgotten sweater so she could leave to get to school. He took the 30 seconds he knew he had to approach Claire. She had been helping out here and there between classes as usual. He looked up the stairs making sure Brenda was out of sight.
"So you're okay with picking Olivia up from school today and keeping her for the day?" He spoke quietly.
Claire smiled, "I told you I got this." She brought her voice down a little, "Where are you taking her?"
Dylan smiled and shook his head. He was about to give her some information but instead Brenda trotted down the stairs with Olivia's sweater in tow. "Here you go sweetie." Brenda said in a rushed breath. She knelt down and helped her daughters little arms through the sweater. She kissed her, "Have a good day." She smiled at her. Claire winked at Dylan before grabbing her hand and leading Olivia towards the door.
"Bye guys." Claire called out, a small sense of knowing behind her voice.
"Bye baby girl." Dylan raised his with a small wave.
"Bye mommy bye daddy." Olivia called out before the front door closed.
Brenda took a deep breath moving towards the kitchen. Dylan watched her then silently followed.
The truth was things were beyond weird at the McKay residence lately. Since Brenda arrived home from Arizona things had been on and off. The first few nights she was still sleeping in his bed but since a few days prior that had changed. Brandon had purchased Brenda a new mattress as promised and that had put a damper on Dylan and Brenda's sleeping arrangements. Brandon had been staying with Kelly and unfortunately to Dylans dismay there wasn't an "excuse" for her to stay with him anymore. So the last three nights had been lonely. Dylan reached for her a couple times a night to find her side empty now. Brenda had been quiet too but Dylan was going to try to connect with her, hence the plan to have Olivia taken care of.
Dylan silently watched Brenda as she cleared breakfast dishes. "Will you go somewhere with me?"
Brenda washed a dish, "Where?" She didn't even look his way. Dylan was wondering if the last few nights was weighing on her too. She looked tired and emotionally drained.
Dylan walked towards her. He reached and shut the water off. Brenda finally looking up at him, "Dylan!" she said annoyed reaching for the faucet. His hand came over hers stilling it. Her eyes met his again.
"Will you go somewhere with me?" He repeated, standing close to her now.
Brenda turns towards him, setting down the dish in her hand, she dries her hands in silence setting down the towel on the counter, "Go where?" She said frustrated setting her hand on her hip, she wasn't herself, she hadn't been since Arizona. "I can't up and leave, I have to pick up Olivia from school. It's my day off Dylan, I have 100 errands to do."
Dylan reached for her hand, "Look Brenda, I know it's been a shitty week. Claire is picking up Olivia and taking her to her house after school. It's all settled. I want to show you something that I think you'll enjoy and I want to spend some time with you."
Brenda swallowed hard looking deeply into his eyes. "Ok." She nods, "I'll go somewhere with you." She gives in.
Dylan smiles squeezing her hand. "Go get ready. We have a little drive ahead of us."
Brenda smiles a little, a small huff of a laugh, a little sparkle of excitement in her eyes. "Where are you taking me?" Her tone teasing now.
Dylan chuckles, "It's a surprise." He leans in kissing her forehead as he walks away.
"Dylan?" Brenda whines, "A hint? I don't even know what to wear."
Dylan turns at the bottom of the stairs smiling at her, "Wear whatever you want." He stops, "On second thought wear jeans and closed toe shoes or boots would be better." He ascends the stairs leaving it at that.
Brenda huffs, what the hell kind of clue was that? That just confused her way more.
It isn't long before they are on the 405 freeway heading south. Brenda looks curiously at him, his eyes steadily on the road, "Please tell me you aren't taking me to Baja?" She jokes.
Dylan laughs out loud, "No we aren't going that far south. It's only about an hour and half drive."
Brenda looked out the window with a million places in her head on where they could be headed. Finally about twenty minutes off the freeway they had pulled into a dirt road. She looked at Dylan, He looked back at her and smiled.
"George Gordon Stables?" Brenda asked curiously as Dylan pulled into a makeshift parking spot.
He turned off the ignition and gave her a small shrug. "I thought maybe you'd want to go riding with me."
Brenda smiled, she loved horses and she loved to ride. She hadn't been on a horse in years. Probably since the last time her and Dylan took her cousin bobby horseback riding. She watched Dylan get out of the car, as she silently followed. They walked into the stables as Dylan headed for the last stall in the back. Brenda looked around.
"Aren't we suppose to sign a waiver or pay for the ride?" She looked at him curiously.
Dylan smiled and shook his head, "Nope." He unlatched the door.
Brenda looked left, then right nervously, "Dylan…we can't just ride someone's horses."
His smile widened as he ran his hand over the smooth, white and black tobiano pattern of the horses neck.
"Bren…meet Lord Byron." The horse neighed softly leaning into Dylan's touch. "Or Byron for short."
"Byron?" Brenda chucked then it dawned on her, George Gordon Byron Stables. "Do you own this horse?" Her eyes excited.
Dylan reached for her hand and pulled her gently out of the stall, "I own all of them. I own the ranch."
Brenda's mouth dropped as she turned in a full circle looking at the full stable. There were 6 horses. Each with a name plaque above each stall. Byron, Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Balzac, Dickerson. Brenda froze, "Mr. Pony?" She whispered.
Dylan stood closely behind her, his hands caressed up and down her arms softly. His lips came to her ear. "He's yours."
Brenda turned quickly to face him. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped, "Yo…you bought me a horse?"
Dylan laughed then nodded once, "I did…four years ago, recused actually. All of them were facing slaughter. Mostly retired racehorses. Except Mr. Pony. He's Dickerson's son. She was pregnant when I brought her here." Dylan shrugged shyly, "I guess…he reminded me of you. Gorgeous, brunette, strong…stubborn as all hell."
Brenda huffed out a small laugh then looked at Mr Pony again. He was a gorgeous bay color Quarter Horse with a white stripe down his face. "Oh Dylan." She whispered, she moved unlatching the stall door walking up to her horse. She ran her hand down the side of his face, her polished fingernails scratching a little as she did. Mr. Pony leaned into her touch. His tail swishing back and forth in his stall. He nuzzled her softly as Brenda smiled widened.
"Oh my god Dylan." Her fingers ran through his mane. "He's beautiful."
Dylan leaned in the frame of the stall door watching her. "You're beautiful." He stared in awe.
She looked at him with a small smile, then brought her attention back to the horse.
"Señor McKay?" A small hispanic man stood at the door of the stall now.
Dylan kicked off the wall where he was perched and turned to his ranch hand, "Juan, Como estas amigo?" He stuck out his hand to meet Juan's hand nicely.
"Estoy muy bien gracias." Dylan smiled and nodded.
"Juan…Esta es mi chica Brenda." Juan smiled at her. He took a few steps into the stall and out reached his hand.
"Gusto en conocerte Brenda." Brenda shook his hand.
"Um…thank you…er Gracias."
Juan held Brenda's hand and looked at Dylan with a smirk, "Tu novia es bonita."
Dylan nodded, "Sí mucho."
Juan bowed his head at Brenda finally letting her hand free and left them alone. Brenda looked at Dylan, She tilted her head. "Your girl? Your girlfriend?" She playfully rolled her eyes as Dylans mouth dropped. "Yeah I speak Spanish…I lived in Spain for a month."
Dylan laughed being caught. He had introduced Brenda to Juan as his girl. And Juan in reply told Dylan his girlfriend was pretty in which Dylan responded yes very much.
"Juan and his son Xavier run the ranch while I'm in LA. I try to come once a month to ride. It's been a while though." His eyes ran down Brenda's frame unintentionally. She looked like a country girl in this atmosphere. Tight skinny jeans and boots. She looked phenomenally sexy. He cleared his throat.
"You want help saddling him up?" He changed the subject. Petting Mr. Pony on the mussel.
Brenda shook her head, "I got it." Her voice thick with excitement.
Dylan smiled and left to prepare his horse for riding. Once both horses were suited up with their riding pads, saddle, girth and bridle. They both guided the horses into the warm sunlight.
Dylan moved towards Brenda to help her, but instead he watched in awe as she put the toe of her boot in the stirrup, reached one hand up to grab the horn, and heaved her opposite leg up and over. She shifted her weight a little getting comfortable. Brenda smirked when she saw Dylan's face, tossing her long chocolate locks behind her shoulder.
"What? It's like riding a horse." She smiled and Dylan laughed out loud. "He's four?" She took the reins in her hand and petted Mr. Pony. Dylan heaved himself up on to Byron much like Brenda did. Dylan nodded getting comfortable.
"Well…Mr. pony let's see what your made of." Brenda kicked gently into the horses side, flicked the reins and she was off. Mr. pony in full force into the California countryside.
Dylan laughed, "Wait up." He called after her, nudged his boots into the horse and off he went to catch up.
Brenda laughed as Dylan and her trotted along finally coming to a slow walk. Their horses walked side by side enjoying stretching their legs. They rode silence taking in the quiet of the country setting away from Beverly Hills. The sun was high, not a cloud in the sky as Brenda looked up to let the warm sunshine hit her face. Dylan watched her close her eyes and inhale a deep breath finding the peace and comfort he had always found when he visited his ranch. He wished he knew what she was thinking but didn't ask for fear of ruining her calm and silence. They came to a small creek where Dylan thought would be a good place to set up for lunch. Let the horses rest, eat and drink.
"Let's stop here." Dylan watched Brenda pull back lightly on the reigns. She watched Dylan swing his leg over and hop down off Byron. Bringing the reigns to the front of his mussel as he lead him over to a large tree. She did the same, petting and quietly whispering to her horse. When the horses were secured, they started grazing on the grass, and drinking from the creek. Dylan took a bag down from Byron's saddle Brenda hadn't even noticed was there. He lay down a blanket, bottles of water, sandwiches and grapes. He sat getting situated and Brenda smiled. He looked at her patting the space beside him. Brenda chuckled quietly and moved sitting next to him, wrapping her arms loosely around her knees.
"You feel better?" Dylan spoke quietly handing her a sandwich.
She smiled brightly and nodded, "This is amazing."
Dylan looked out across the creek, "I know." He breathed, "It's amazing how much calm an hour and half out of the city will give you."
Brenda chewed her bite of her sandwich turning towards him. "Why didn't you tell me you had this place, and why the hell don't you live here full time?" She joked.
Dylan laughed, "There is a small ranch hand cabin on the land but no house yet." He shrugged, "Maybe we can build one." He looked into her eyes. She smiled looking down into her sandwich again.
"We should not tell Olivia." Brenda got serious and shook her head.
Dylan smiled, "Why not?"
Her eyes met his, "Seriously…she is gonna tell everyone her daddy bought her a horse."
Dylan laughed out loud, "Rimbaud would be a great horse to learn to ride on. He's 10 and gentle as can be." Brenda looked at him disapproving. "She'd probably want to rename him though." Dylan said seriously, "To something like Tanya or Horsey or…"
"Mr. Pony?" Brenda said laughing.
Dylan joined her, "Yeah…totally." They chuckled a little letting the silence reign around them once more.
"Thank you Dylan." He looked at her. "I needed this. It's been a shitty week."
Dylan wrapped his arm securely around her shoulders bringing her into him. She cuddled close as he kissed her head. "I know it has. And…I've missed you in my bed." He said honestly.
Brenda looked up at him, his eyes piercing hers. She nodded once, "Yeah…yeah me too." She breathed. "We're insane." She whispered cuddling close to him again.
Dylan kissed her head, "No…were in love. No matter how many times you try to tell yourself otherwise."
Brenda leaned out surprised and looked at him. "I don't try to tell myself I'm not." Brenda got up with a small huff and walked a few feet toward the creek looking out of it. "I don't deny my feelings Dylan. I've never denied them. Not even when we were kids. You know how I feel about you. How I've always felt about you. I'm just a fucking coward and I'm weak and sadly my memory is long." She said softly more to herself but Dylan heard.
He got up and walked behind her. His hands laying on the top of her arms. His lips pressed the back of her head. "You're the bravest woman I know." His hands caressed her gently, "You're forgiving, fun, smart as hell, talented, you're an amazing mother, and you know how fucking sexy you are." Dylan pressed his hard on into her ass to show just how much she effected him. Brenda chuckled, then closed her eyes relishing in the closeness. "I love you so much." He concluded.
Brenda nodded, staying quiet. "I know I hurt you. I wish I hadn't let you down." He turned her gently, wrapping his strong hands around her waist. She looked up at him. Doe like, her blue eyes bright and glistening with unshed tears. "Don't ever think you are weak. You are strong, but your fragile too. I never worry about you though. You're like a cat…you always land on your feet."
Brenda let her eyes wander over every inch of Dylans face, as if she was just noticing him for the first time. Even though that was far from the truth.
"I love the way you see me." She whispered, her hands resting on his chest.
Dylan swallowed hard, his heart picking up speed as she leaned in closer. Her hands fisted in his shirt, her eyes on his lips.
"I know you, every part of you. Even the parts you try to hide. I just see you with my eyes Bren."
"No." She argued, her lips centimeters from his, her sweet breath invading his senses. "No, you see me with your soul." She swallowed, eyes flicking to his before they fell back on his mouth. "And I feel you with mine."
Dylan's lips touched hers tentatively at first, feather light, each of them releasing a shaky anxious breath. They felt that tiny, almost nonexistent touch in every inch of their bodies. A wave of chills rushed through them, lips hovering, breaths hard and heavy with want…with need. Then Dylan's hands slid into her hair, and he pulled her into him, claiming her mouth like no other man had touched her.
Brenda moaned, melting into him as he deepened the kiss, his lips hard and hot on hers. Her hands twisted in his shirt before she let it go completely, sliding the warmth of her palms beneath the fabric and over his stomach. Dylan shivered at the touch, groaning against her kiss and pulling her even closer.
Kissing Brenda wasn't like kissing a normal girl. It was like kissing royalty, like kissing a goddess, like being hand picked by the heavens to surrender your heart forever in exchange for just one, tender, earth shattering moment.
Dylan surrenders to that moment, to that sacrifice, letting his hands roam her curves, his lips savoring the pressure of hers, his tongue tasting the sweet taste buds of her own. He pulls her closer, tugging, reaching. His hands grip her thighs hoisting her legs around his waist. He takes the few steps with ease and lays her down on the blanket. He hovers over her, kissing her like he's never kissed her before. The heat of her center, even covered in jeans rubbed against his hard on, he bites her bottom lip, sucking in a groan and releasing her mouth on a panting breath that felt like he had been sucked back down to earth and landed flat on his back. Her hands reaching for the button on his jeans.
"We can't." Dylan breathed, pressing his forehead against hers. Brenda's chest heaved, her hands still under his shirt, lips parted.
"What?" She breathed shakily. Shock written on her face.
Dylan swallowed, "Not like this." He clarified. He reached under his shirt for her hands, folding them in his and bringing her knuckles to his lips. "I have dreamed about making love to you again but not in a field. You aren't mine yet, I promised myself."
Brenda pulled her hands from his. Dylan knew the look well, it was rejection with a side of pissed off. She leaned on her elbows raising a little, "Fuck your promise Dylan, I want you."
Dylan leans back on his knees sitting up, "Yeah now…until later when you're talking to Jax on your phone." He hadn't meant the hardness and jealousy in his tone. His words made her flinch as if he slapped her.
"That's not fair." She whispered. "Today has nothing to do with him and you know it." Her voice raised. "Am I ready to be us again…no. But I do love you and had the best day with you. I've been trying so hard to figure this all out…just being with you." She sat up, her hand in her hair frustrated trying to find the right wording. "It's just been…amazing. I've tried to fight it, tried to convince myself it wasn't a good idea to go there with you. I just want you…now like this, it feels right."
Dylan searched her eyes, and when he found nothing but sincerity there, he didn't know if he wanted to jump and throw his fists in the air or curl into her and fucking sob. Because it did feel right. In that moment, it didn't matter that Jax and Brenda were still talking. That she wasn't ready to get back together with him. He knew. In that one moment, in her eyes, he saw what he always knew. She was his. She had always been his. He dropped to his knees in front of her.
"I'm going to ask you once more to kiss me again, Dylan McKay, and I'm not going to ask twice.
Dylan's lips were on hers before she could even say the words. Brenda let herself feel. Feel what she had been pushing against for months. She hadn't realized how much a kiss could feel like a vacation. She didn't realize how much a person could feel like home.
"I've wanted you for so long." Dylan breathed against her lips, breaking contact just long enough to whisper the words before he claimed her mouth again. "And now, if we go here I don't think I'll ever be able to stop."
Every breath was a trembling, shallow sip of air. Brenda's body didn't know how to react with these new feelings. They had been close before. They had made out before. But this…this was a new feeling. A need and energy so thick it was overwhelming. Brenda's mind wandered. She hadn't meant to. She thought of Jax. His lips, his hands and it was nothing like this. Dylan's hands held her face bringing her back to him. Almost like he knew. He looked at her like she was a treasure he had hunted for his entire life and had finally found. He peppered her with kisses before holding her to him longer, slowing it all down, caressing her lips with a passionate, silky kiss. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her, drawing her bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a groan that she felt all the way to her toes.
This wasn't a kiss. This was a dream, a fantasy and every part of her body surrendered to the impossible realism of it all. He was going to break her again. Or her him and she didn't fucking care.
His hands gripped the button of her jeans. He slid the zipper down in a slow dance that made Brenda gasp with need. His strong hands grabbed both sides, puling them forcibly, her lifting her butt to help him. He tossed them to the side, looking down at her lacy covered center. He licked his lips, anticipation running through his veins. He pressed his face into her and inhaled. Closing his eyes. Memories and heat surrounded him. He growled turned on.
"Please." Brenda breathed. The anticipation was killing her too. His finger traced her opening over her panties and Brenda moaned loudly. "Fuck." She hissed.
Dylan smiled liking her reaction. He lowered himself, his lips hovering over hers "I'm not fucking you here." He said stern now. He watched Brenda's face conform into disappointment. "But…I'm gonna make you cum so hard you'll forget your name."
Brenda smiled widened. "Thank fuck." She breathed relieved.
Dylan lips wandered like lost travelers over the hills and valleys of her rib cage, sliding down the middle of her abdomen, traipsing the freckles between her hips before he settled in between her thighs. His eyes were dark and hooded as he gazed up at her, and with that look of sin holding her captive, he pressed one feather light kiss to the wet center of her panties.
She moaned, back arching up off the ground as her fists twisted in the blanket. When he slipped his thumbs under the straps of her lace thong and slowly trailed it down her thighs, she couldn't help but watch, and she loved the way his eyes darkened even more when she was bare beneath him. The second Dylan had her panties off her ankles and dropped somewhere on the side of him, he dragged his tongue up the inside of each of her thighs, and then pressed that same brush of a kiss to the same spot. Except this time there was no lace between them. Every inch of her trembled at the warmth of that kiss, and even more so at the loss of it. Brenda gripped the blanket again, like it could ground her, like somehow it could steady her shaking nerves.
"You're trembling Bren." Dylan whispered against the spot he'd just kissed, his breath hot and wet and sending another wave of chills over her.
"I'm so nervous I feel like I could pass out." The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself from admitting it.
Dylan laughed, he leaned up to look into her eyes, "Why nervous? It's just me…it's just us."
"I know." Brenda smiles feeling only a little embarrassed by her admission. "It's just been…it's been 5 years since we were together like this. I've had a baby." She shrugs shyly, "things change…maybe…"
Dylan leans up and presses his lips to hers silencing her. "Shush. You're beautiful. Be quiet and let me eat you out." He smirks a sexy smirk only Dylan knows how to delver and Brenda laughs out loud.
"Do it already Dylan…you're driving me crazy." She lifts her middle into him causing him to chuckle.
"Patience baby." He whispers and lowers himself in between her legs again. He smiles and winks at her, without another tease or much as a warning his mouth is on her.
On her, as in, his lips surrounded her clit, his tongue tracing the sensitive bud in a circular rhythm before he drags it back and forth slow, in long rolls.
Brenda grips the blanket again, her entire body convulsing at the feel of his expert tongue. Memories surround her. Warmth, fire, pleasure. It's coming back like a freight train as she moans loudly.
"Yes." She chants. "Yes…yes…yes." He breathes. She couldn't wrap her head around anything he was doing, and as soon as she felt like she was used to the sensation, his tongue would start a new pattern, or he'd suck her clit between his lips or drag his tongue between her lips and dive inside of her before returning to her clit again. Every second was a new feeling but at the same time familiar and comforting.
He growled into her. The vibrations creating yet another new feeling. "God." She breathed, "I forgot how good you were at this."
Dylan chuckled but didn't stop devouring her. She didn't have time for another thought because in the next breath, he slid a finger inside of her, right up to his knuckle. She was so wet, so wet for him it slid in effortlessly yet she felt every inch of him stretching her open. Brenda gasped, head rolling into the blanket beneath her, "Fuck." She breathes.
She grabbed the blanket harder, she needed grounding, she needed something to keep her from flying out of the universe entirely at the feel of him inside her and sucking her at the same time.
After working her open he added a finger inside of her, his tongue rolling in a new way as he curled his fingers inside of her. She felt it building, like a slow, glowing ember that caught oxygen and exploded into flames with another flick of his tongue.
"Dylan," she moaned, heart racing, legs trembling, "Oh god. Dylan…Dylan." She felt like she screamed out. His hand gripped her ass, pulling her even more into him, the other working its magic inside her. And when he circled her clit faster, faster, giving her the friction she needed, she completely spiraled.
Fists into the blankets be damned. She flew into the atmosphere, every part of her alive and burning, stars invading her vision as she succumbed to the darkness and panted out each rolling, euphoric wave of her orgasms.
She was floating.
She was soaring.
She was nothing at all and everything she'd ever wanted to be.
Her heart was still racing in her chest, breaths loud and heavy in the space between them as Dylan climbed his way back up, trailing kisses along the way. When he settled between her numb legs, he smirked, brushing her wild hair away from her face and kissing her.
She tasted herself on him. It was sweet and tangy.
"Fuck that was hot." He breathed against her lips, "You are so fucking incredible. God I missed that so much." He admits.
"Dylan." She breathed back. At a loss for words. Wow she did forget her name and how to speak apparently. She threads her fingers into his hair and pulls his mouth to her own. She kisses him long and hard, feverishly like she needed it to take her next breath.
As the numbness fades in her limbs and the kisses slowed. Dylan rested his forehead against hers. His breaths as rushed as her own. In one swift motion Brenda pushes him down so he is flat on his back. Her leg moving to his hip straddling him quickly. She bends down and kisses him deeply. They smile against each other's lips.
"My turn." She said with a strong voice. Everything happening in a blur for Dylan until Brenda's hot little mouth encircles his cock, making him forgot his name as well.
So…these two. I hope you enjoyed this nice long chapter. I freaking owe you so much. I know it's been forever since I've updated and I knew I owed you something great. I hope you thought them fooling around was great. This story is going to take a surprise turn that I had always planned but wasn't sure how or when. I'm excited for you guys to see where I go with this. No Jax isn't gone and he's still a sweet guy and are things completely over with them, afraid not. But we get to see Brenda and Dylan now getting the physical side of their relationship back, and Jax showing it's more than that with his exchange with her. If you remember this was missing from Brenda and Dylan and the communication and other parts of the relationship was missing with Jax and Brenda. The roles are reversing a little but Dylan is NOT giving up on making Brenda his forever. I'm so sad about Shannen. It's unfathomable that we may lose her too. I pray for her daily and it makes writing a little more necessary at the moment.
