Chapter 23
MOLLY
It took two days to clear up Missy-related things around town.
Colt had been at my side when I went to HR at the hospital and told them about my sister.
Colt had supplied Missy’s Colorado driver’s license and the arrest report so they could file it away, knowing Molly and Missy were two different people.
They also notified building security so they were aware.
I’d shared the idea of a code word which only I knew that could be used if they ever doubted.
I chose “rodeo” which I thought was pretty good. Colt had grinned.
It didn’t matter though, because the judge had remanded Missy into custody and she’d stay there until trial, or she took a plea.
Either way, she was going to be in jail for a long time.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when she was released, but Colt assured me it would be years and he’d be keeping an eye on her.
Next, we went to the Sip N’ Serv and we’d shared with Mabel all about my twin. It didn’t take long before the shock of having two of me spread.
Even Shep now believed it had been Missy he’d seen at the grocery store instead of me.
“I can hear you thinking,” Colt murmured against my neck.
We were tucked cozily in bed and the sun was just starting to rise.
I smiled and shifted in his snug hold. We were like two spoons in a drawer. I hadn’t slept as well as I did in Colt’s arms. When I woke in the middle of the night, panicked about Missy, I felt his hold tighten and I knew I was safe.
Knew Missy couldn’t bother me any longer.
I was smart enough to know she’d probably try something. She was cunning, that was for sure. But Colt said he’d take care of Missy for me and he had. I felt safe, for probably the first time in my life. It made me settle and fall right back to sleep.
“I’m thinking about Missy,” I admitted.
His hips shifted and I couldn’t miss the hard prod of his dick against my bottom. “Then I’m not doing a good enough job of distracting you.”
I smiled and rolled in his arms so we faced each other. He’d trimmed his beard the day before so he wasn’t starting to look like a wild mountain man. I’d told him I liked the beard, especially when it brushed against my inner thighs, so he’d kept it.
“I’m going to kill you with my morning breath,” I told him, putting my hand over my mouth.
“And I’m going to fuck you with my morning wood.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t used to Colt being silly. Or smiling like he did.
I was getting used to his voraciousness. We had sex several times a day. Yesterday, he woke me up with his head between my thighs. Today, with a hand on my hip, he turned me to face away from him once again. Sliding his hand down, he hooked my knee and lifted it over his so I was opened for him.
His hand continued on to cup me from behind, to find me already wet. My arousal and his cum from when he’d filled me before we fell asleep.
“Mmm, always ready for me,” he murmured, then kissed my neck.
His dick nudged at my entrance and at this angle, his entry was slow.
“No morning breath problems this way,” he said as he settled himself deep.
All I could answer with was a, “Mmmm.”
It wasn’t the best angle for deep penetration or hard thrusts, but he had full access. His arm that was beneath me circled around and cupped my breast and his other slid over my clit, then started in small circles.
Shallow thrusts, gentle tugs, and slow circles combined made me go crazy.
I couldn’t do more than hold onto his hip behind me and try to roll my hips.
He was in complete control.
“Colt,” I whispered.
“That’s it. I wanna feel you come all over me. Then I’m gonna fill you up. One of these days, I’m gonna put a baby in you. First, though, you’re gonna marry me.”
I stilled, but he didn’t. My eyes fell closed.
“Say yes, pretty girl.”
I didn’t say it because I came, a deep, rolling orgasm that was no less potent than any of the others, like when we’re playing and he’s spanking my ass or handcuffing me to the bed.
He followed right after me, his grip tightening and I felt the deep growl that rumbled right through him.
I didn’t move, but his hand came off my breast and he shifted. Then he returned and took my hand. Slid a ring onto my finger.
“Colt!” I gasped.
“Marry me.”
I tried to look over my shoulder, but I couldn’t since he was still inside me.
Finally, he pulled out and a flood of cum coated my thighs.
I was such a sticky mess, but I loved it.
It proved how much he wanted me. Wanted everything with me.
Because the only thing keeping us from building a family was my birth control.
If that was gone, I’d be pregnant right away with his keen interest.
The ring was simple, a narrow platinum band with an inlaid diamond. It was something I wouldn’t have to take off at work, that would let everyone know I was claimed while being functional beneath latex gloves.
I spun around, flung my arms around him. He shifted onto his back and I settled on top of him.
“You haven’t given me an answer,” he said, stroking my hair back. It fell around my jaw and probably looked a mess.
“You didn’t ask.”
He tipped his head up enough to kiss me. “Molly Simon. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to keep those handcuffs attached to the headboard forever. Will you please marry me?”
I grinned, my gaze flicking to the cuffs tucked around one of the wooden slats, just waiting for me to be bad again.
“Yes, Colt Wilder. I will marry you. And I want that family with you. I want to stop practicing.”
He frowned. “Practicing?”
“Making babies.”
A grin spread across his face, even bigger than when I said yes. Because this meant I didn’t only want his ring and his name, but I wanted everything.
“Don’t take the pill this morning.”
“Okay.”
He growled, lifted me up so I straddled him. Between us was his still-hard dick. “Climb on, mama.”
He took me again. And again. And again. Until later in the month when I took the test and found out practice made perfect.
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