Sierra would swear she was going to blow up from all the tension building in her. After weeks upon weeks of staying at home and taking care of everything while Colt worked, she was beginning to feel a bit neglected. At night he would come in, exhausted from a long day at work and fall into bed without so much as a kiss or a touch. She was lucky if she heard "I love you" get mumbled before he was deep in a far off land. Sometimes during the night, Sierra would feel him reach for her, getting excited (which was pretty much a constant state at this point), she would snuggle up tighter to him and reach between them in an effort to help turn up the temperature. Inevitably however, Colt would be mumbling something about work or the cars, or the kids, and would immediately begin to snore in her ear. Frustrated beyond measure, Sierra would get out of bed and grab a book in hopes of settling down enough to go back to sleep.
Of course they made love occasionally. VERY occasionally. After years and years of an over active sex life, the infrequency was beginning to wear on Sierra's nerves. When Colt did feel like making love it was usually early morning before he left for work meaning there were only a few minutes available to accomplish the task at hand. And seeing as how at that hour neither of them had bothered to get up and brush their teeth, the dragon breath they both were fighting meant kissing was kept to a bare minimum. Laying in bed, Sierra longed for the excitement and overwhelming arousal that Colt had created for her in the past. She loved him, and wanted nothing more than to make him happy. All the work he was doing was not unappreciated, but he was so busy making a living he was forgetting to make a life.
One particularly hard week had gone by where Colt had not gotten home more than a few minutes before dark for 10-12 straight days. Sierra was strung tighter than a compound bow. She hated to push for any more of Colt's attention, but damn...she had needs too. Finally Colt suggested she go out without him and see some friends so she could get away from the house for a while. Sierra normally blew these opportunities off but tonight was different. If she didn't start feeling like something besides the woman with the kids and groceries in the car, she was going to start losing her mind.
So as soon as the kids were fed and bathed and Colt was situated in front of the TV with his beer and his remote, Sierra got dressed. She took great pains about what to wear: Her best pair of Wranglers, freshly shined and polished Tony Lama's, a low cut white cotton sleeveless shirt, lacy white bra and matching thong underwear. Her flashiest western belt and straw hat completed the ensemble. She had to admit to herself, she didn't look bad for a woman fast approaching 30 with several children under her belt. Sierra quickly kissed Colt good bye, assured him she would have her cell phone if she was needed and slipped out the front door.
Funny, but Sierra never even considered the bar scene. Yeah, dancing was a blast but the wedding ring on her finger tended to turn off any one besides the most lecherous of cowboys in the bar. It was better repellent than Deet for mosquitoes. Instead, as soon as she turned out of her driveway on to the highway she called Garret.
She hadn't seen much of Garret since their "talk" several weeks earlier. Working with Colt, Garret hadn't been home any more than he had and when he was it was usually to sleep and shower. Tonight he was at home, enjoying some alone time. He had come in from work and showered with every intention of going out for a while, but simply could not garner up the decisiveness to get redressed and decide where to go. Just as he had resigned himself to spending yet another night alone, the phone rang. He checked the caller ID and a huge smile settled across his handsome boyish face.
"Hello."
"Hey sexy what's up?" came the voice from the other end of the line.
"Nothing," Garret intended to keep his expectations low. Sierra could be calling for some totally innocuous reason, like to get his hours for the week so she could make out payroll checks. "What are you doing?"
Before she could answer, images from their last talk floated through Garret's mind. The feel of her mouth on his, her hands on his body, sliding in to her warm welcoming body, the release of tension they both managed to get combined to force him to adjust his rapidly tightening jeans. Garret struggled to regain some semblance of control and cleared his throat tightly as Sierra answered, "Well.....Colt told me to get out of the house for a while so I could relax. I don't really want to go to the bar, but I'm wondering if you're up to a little company." She rushed on, "I could pick up some beer and head out that way. We could sit and talk and I promise I don't expect anything else, but I really need some time away from the house. The kids are driving me nuts and I could use some adult conversation. But I understand if you don't want me out there, if you're have plans or whatever or want to be alone...I just..."
"Shut up and drive woman." It was the only response Garret could muster.
Sierra almost ran off the road. Her heart was beating so loudly in her chest that she could barely hear Garret tell her that he already had beer but if she wanted something else to drink to pick it up and make it quick.
Not wanting to stop, but realizing she needed the time to gather her thoughts, Sierra told him she'd stop at the store on the way out and be there in less than a half hour. His response, "I'll be waiting," was the last thing she heard before the line went dead.
