Page 83 of Somewhere We Belong

“Her horseshoe needs to be replaced again. I was hoping it was something I could fix, but I can’t,” Colt said frustrated, as he pet his horse.

“I’ll put in another call to Edgar, but I’ll ask around to see if there might be someone else we can use,” I huffed.

“Is she in pain?” Sol asked, as I got closer to De Ville.

“As long as I’m not riding her hard, she's fine,” Colt said, kissing De Ville. “I’m thinking we just need to let these horses go barefoot.”

“Yeah, you might be right,” I said, putting Sol down as Nova walked to me. “What brings you ladies here so early?”

“Sol had a half-day today.” Nova said.

Each time she was close all I wanted to do was hold and kiss her. Every day it was getting harder and harder. I settled for a hug, squeezing her tightly, placing a kiss on her head as Sol looked away.

“Alright, Sol and I have some dinner to cook so be prepared for some Mexican cuisine,” Nova said, grabbing Sol’s hands.

“Can I put in a request? I’d kill for some gorditas.” Colt’s eyes lit up with excitement.

I know it’s a figure of speech, but saying you’d kill for something was always a weird thing for people to say.

“Mmmm, maybe next time!” she yelled, as she walked away. “I am making some charro beans! Don’t work too late.”

I raised my brow as she walked away, those hips swaying in those damn jeans made me want to peel them off of her.

“That ass,” Colt grunted.

I groaned, turning around before I swelled in my jeans.

“I told Sol that they should spend the night.”

“And?” I asked, as he chuckled.

“She said if it was ok with you guys, which I can’t imagine you guys wouldn’t be,” he said, guiding De Ville into a stall.

Atlas and I were mad when Colt said he slept with her and tonight might be our chance. I would be happy to cuddle, but lately this attraction between all of us was growing, and I wanted her more and more.

Colt and I worked on the barn a little more, corralling the animals inside since it was supposed to be a cold night. Once we had everyone accounted for—even Hula Hoop who had a sweater on—we locked up, walking back home. Atlas was standing outside of the window as music came out of the house.

Nova and Sol were dancing to some pop song, singing at the top of their lungs. Sol was singing into a spoon as Nova stirred a pot, shaking her ass.

“They look good in our home,” I said, as we walked up to Atlas.

“Yeah, they do,” Atlas said, with a dopey look on his face.

“Is it too soon to ask her to move in?” I blurted, kind of joking, but not.

I looked at Atlas who smirked and Colt who looked a little unsure.

“You ok, Colt?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t regretting his decision.

“Yeah, I’m glad Sol has a good momma,” he said. “I honestly never expected to feel so protective of Sol and Nova. I hope I can give them everything they need.”

“Aww, big guy,” Atlas said, leaning over to hug Colt. “I feel the same way.”

“Hi!!!” Sol yelled, hitting the window.

“Busted,” Atlas chuckled.

We walked into the house, and it smelled amazing. My mouth watered as I took off my boots and when I walked into the kitchen, there was so much food.

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