To Breathe Again

Chapter 13 - Planning the Pursuit

I sure would love to hear from you all.  I'm also trying to figure out how to increase my views.  I know it's still really early on, but I don't want to share this with people I know.  They are all REALLY too conservative and I think they would fall out and tell me that I need to go to church more.  LOL  Look, I'm a good girl but even good girls have fantasies, right?  :-) 

If you guys have ideas, you are welcome to share.  In the meantime, please enjoy the chapter.

Grant's POV

We've been shootin' for a good hour now. I think I'm 'bout down to my last box of bullets so I'm 'bout ready to roll. I look over to my buds. I can see that Trent feels the same. Sammy is laser focused on his next shot. No one's spoken other than 'bout the topic of the guns, shots, or the range. I can't really focus right now. All I can think 'bout is Michelle. I can still smell 'er on my shirt. That lavender and strawberry witches brew that keeps me dizzy. I look over to Trent who is watchin' both me and Sammy. He looks like he wants to talk but still idn't sayin' a word. This is not like us. Normally when we're here, we're jokin' and bein' stupid when we aint shootin' so much so that Mrs. Gidrey is normally pushin' us to leave to stop disburbin' other patrons even though she loves us like 'er own sons. She reminds me of a shorter, rounder, and feistier Aunt Bee from Andy Griffith.

"Aight boys. Ya'll ready to head?" I shout to the guys to be heard over the shots goin' off in other stalls. They both nod and start puttin' their shit away. Sammy keeps lookin' at both me and Trent but he still aint sayin' nothin' either. This is starting to piss me off. Once we settle with Mrs. Gidrey and are walkin' back to the truck I speak up. "Aight Fuckers. Start talkin' cause you both either wanna talk or you're constipated and need to shit, so which is it?" They both laugh at my words.

"Fine." Sammy says and climbs into the back while I jump up into the driver's seat.

"I'm ready to talk." I hear from Trent in the passenger seat and I fire up the 'ol F250. I look at both of 'em and raise my eyebrows. "What? Like you both aren't thinking the same shit! I want Michelle. I can't stop fuckin' thinking about her. She's fucking perfect." He kinda groans out that last part. I coulda done without that part but yeah.

"Did you fuckin' hear that woman?" I ask. "She loves to hunt and fish. Damn Sammy, she plays Xbox and reads. Trent, I doubt she's a gym rat but she'd put up with it, I think."

"I don't give a fuck about her going to a gym, man." Trent says, shaking his head. "For one, she has a brain, a beautiful brain in her beautiful fucking head. That is amazing. Second, she knows tech so that's kinda cool for me. Third, that body..." He trails off and looks out at the road as if lost in his own world. We all groan at his last words.  "I have no intention of wanting her to lose one single curve."

"I don't think she knows how gorgeous she actually is, which makes it all the better." Sammy adds.  I look back at him through the rear view mirror listening. "I mean, don't get me wrong, she needs to know how beautiful she is and I want us to be the ones to teach her, but she's not at all arrogant or stuck up about it." Trent and I nod at what he's sayin'. "I think I heard her say something under her breath about being fat guys. That's not cool."

I can feel my hands tighten 'round the steerin' wheel. That pisses me off. No one, and I mean not one fuckin' person, should be tellin' 'er things like that, even 'er own damn brain. "What the fuck? I want to worship that body. That ass! Guys did ya see 'er ass?" We all groan again. "I could give two fucks about her tummy.  Man, that just give ya somthin' ta hold onto or use as a pillow on the couch."

"I know man.  And her ass? Man what about those boobs?" Trent chimes in. I laugh. Trent's always been a boobs man. He loves ass but he could live or die on 'er soft globes and go out a happy man. "But seriously, her body is, mmmmm, just mmmmm." We all laugh and nod again.  After we settled down a bit Trent speaks up again. "I also like her kid."

"Right? He's pretty cool. Respectful too. I think he would fall on a sword for his mom." Sammy said.

"I know. He was havin' a ball out there tryin' ta climb that tree. What kinda fucker don't let his kids climb trees. I mean ALL kids need to be allowed to be playin' and doin' dumb shit when they're little.  It's a part a learnin' what's cool and what ain't.  It's how ya toughen up." I said thinkin' back to his wide blue eyes takin' in all the advice I would offer. Hell, he already felt like my own son in a way. I just wanted to grab him up and teach 'em ta fish and hunt.

"I could see us hittin' the gym together and having a great time." Trent kinda thinks out loud.

"I think both mom and son have a lot in common with all three of us. We've always wanted to share a woman. Guys she already has a cool built in kid to add to it that we all like." Sammy says.

"So it sounds like we are all in agreement. We want 'er and want 'er fer good. So, now here's the fun part. How the fuck are we gonna get 'er. I mean, she's already gone through a nasty little divorce from what little they said. She's gonna be apprehensive. She ain't gonna want into jump into anythin'.  Not only will she be somewhat shy to want one of us, but all three? How's the kid gonna take that, ya know?" We sat in silence for a while.

Sammy spoke up. "I think Grant should start." I looked his way in horror. I ain't normally the one to bring women into our fold. I ain't exactly a charmer. I ain't never had to work fer a girl. It's not that I think I'm all that; it's just that I normally just don't care enough to try. If a woman wants me, she makes it clear and I enjoy the ride. This time though, I want 'er only and it WILL take work. I don't even know where to start. "Don't look at me like that man. She knows you the best. Yeah, we had fun today but she's only just now getting to know me and Trent."

"I have no idea what to do to make 'er want me guys. I ain't never fuckin' tried and you guys know it." I'm startin' to sweat. "I'm just an 'ol red neck bud. She's way too fuckin' smart and successful for the likes a me."

"I was watchin' her man," Trent said. "She looked like she wanted to have you for lunch rather than the steaks. I think she's just scared." Sammy nodded from the back seat when I glanced back his way.

"I don't know man. I think there's more there. I think she's been hurt more than just by her 'ol man, ya know. I'm not soft 'er romantic 'er anythin'. You guys do all that shit. What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

I hear laughter comin' from the back seat and I wanna reach back and punch that sumbitch right in his fuckin' mouth. He sees my face and gets serious.  "Country, man, just be yourself. I think she's already liking what she sees and she's spent enough time with you to know who you are. Hell anyone who spends more than 5 minutes with you knows you're country as fuck. Just make a point to talk to her as much as you can. Trent and I will try to just be around her a little more often. Once she's comfortable with the three of us, you romantically, and Trent and me in more of a friendly way, we can take it up a notch. Whatcha think?"

I'm still not sure about this but I hesitantly nod at his suggestion. "I do want to find out about 'er past but I want 'er to tell us 'erself. I don't wanna try to look 'er up, there Trent, so don't go gettin' any iders."

"Wouldn't dream of it man." Trent responds seriously. "I agree. There's something there. I saw it in her eyes when I first saw her talking to you but I want her to tell us in her own time and in her own way. We have to build trust or this won't work."

We all agree to me movin' forward with gettin' closer to 'er and bringin' them along as much as possible. This is gonna be hell but, fuck me, she's gonna be worth the bumpy ride.