10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Griffin's Beach Colt
A fter thirty minutes, Colt couldn't take it any longer and left the clubhouse. Lex's breakdown has him more concerned than he was before, and he needs to be with her. To know that she's okay. If nothing else, he did promise her a full body massage with at least two happy endings.
He walks into the house to find it quiet. "Lex?"
Lex appears from the hallway with her finger to her lips. "Calla and Noah just fell asleep. Lucas and Hailey are in their rooms, but I don't think they're asleep yet."
Her eyes are puffy and red, but overall, she seems better than she did at the clubhouse. "Lex—"
"I'm fine," she whispers and moves to stand in front of him. Her hands cup his face as she presses her body against his. "It's just been a really stressful transition, and I just... I fucking snapped. Is Ky okay? Is he mad at me?"
Laughing, he shakes his head and wraps his arms around her, forcing her to wrap hers around him in return as she lays her cheek against his chest. "No, but he was kind of freaked out. I think he was also a little relieved that's all you did because we all know you can knock him on his ass."
"I can't believe Felicity finally knows. And not from him. He’s such an idiot."
"Baby, I need to talk to you about something."
Her gaze moves up to look at his face. "Is everything okay?"
The excitement from his conversation with Jennings returns, but it's also met with anxiety. There's a chance she'll hate the idea. Or that she'll think he's trying to force her to stay. But he's more worried about the idea that she doesn't think he's ready for this. He's not sure himself.
His lips crash onto hers, and she doesn't resist. He leans back and smiles. "Let's go out to the playset and talk. Keep it quiet in the house."
Lex's smile melts his heart, and she takes his hand before leading the way outside. They climb up into the small structure just big enough for the two of them to sit across from each other, Lex between his legs with hers draped over his.
"Talk to me, Nichols."
"Take off your pants."
Her eyebrow lifts, but she shifts to strip naked from the waist down. To his surprise, she takes off her top, too, knowing the darkness and distance from the house will shield them from any small eyes in the house. "If I get a splinter in my ass, you're going to be in so much trouble."
Laughing, he moves her to lie partially down the slide as he crawls halfway out of the small structure. He slips off his leather and places beneath her ass before he rests her legs on his shoulders. This is the perfect angle, and he smells her need before he even tastes it.
"Is this the conversation you wanted to have?" Lex asks as she moans. "Not that I'm complaining."
He smirks and looks up to see nothing but tits with her head against the slide. "I owe you at least one happy ending before we talk."
Her heels dig into his back, and he gladly licks her from clit to opening and back again. Her taste and smell and little murmurs of pleasure create a heady combination. When he slides two fingers inside her hot, wet pussy, he wishes he'd taken off his own pants to stroke himself. Or at least relieve the pressure of his cock pressing against his fly.
"Colt," she whispers, her hand reaching down to tug the hair tie from his hair to pull at his hair just the way he likes. "Yes, please, yes."
Doubling his efforts, he focuses solely on her pleasure. It takes about ten minutes of sucking and licking and nipping to build her orgasm when it normally only takes a few minutes at most. It's another way he knows how much weighs on her mind and how she's more stressed out than she lets on.
"Colt," she moans, her voice low but still loud enough to echo in his ears.
Her pussy clenches around his fingers, and he runs his teeth along her clit until her hands push him away rather than pull him closer. Licking his lips, he steps up the ladder with a smile on his face. "One happy ending complete."
"I needed that," Lex whispers, and he helps her up to sit.
He makes quick work of stripping out of his remaining clothes before adjusting his leather for him to sit with Lex on his lap. Her hips grind, sliding his cock between her lips but not sinking onto his length.
"Talk to me, Nichols."
"For what it's worth," Colt says, "I think every conversation should be had this way."
Her teeth nip at his neck, and she mumbles an agreement.
"Baby, I need to know what our plans are when whatever we're dealing with is over. Are we going back to Summerville?"
All movement stops, and he regrets saying anything before entering her. At least they could be still while he’s buried deep inside her. "What?"
"Do you want to leave again? When you're done handling whatever it is you're doing?"
She sighs and looks at his chest. "We can't leave."
"Sure we can."
"We have two teenagers who have had more than their share of trauma. They don't need a move to another town added onto it. Hailey told me more than I think she ever wanted to about their homelife. It just wouldn't be right."
He strokes her face, and she smiles and tilts her head into palm. "We can make other arrangements for them to stay here."
"That's not fair to them, either. We made a commitment, and we need to honor that. Besides, I think Lucas is a lot like Noah. Big hearted, but I'm scared of what will happen to him if he has to go through another huge change. I don't want him to harden like his sister. We should give him everything he deserves, and that's being here in Griffin's Beach."
"What about Hailey?"
"That girl would burn a fifty dollar bill you tried to give her out of spite because she's hell-bent on not owing anyone anything. I can't really blame her, but she's already hardened. I hope we can break through a little bit, but it might be too late."
Okay, we're staying. Who would have thought that would be the easy part of the conversation? God, I don't know what I'll do if Lex tells me she doesn't think I'm cut out for the President spot.
"What?" Lex asks. "Where'd you just go?"
Swallowing, he lets out a deep breath. "I talked with Jennings tonight."
"Oh, shit, I was going to ask you about that. I'm sorry, baby. What was that about?"
He can't meet her gaze and focuses on her collarbone. The light from the moon gives him enough sight to see her hard nipples in the slightly chilled air, and he hopes they share a celebratory fuck instead of a pity one. "This can't leave the two of us, okay?"
"Of course. What's wrong?"
"Jennings, your dad, and my dad are planning to step down."
"What?" she gasps. "Are they sick?"
Laughing, he looks up into her wide blue eyes to see even more worry than she had before. "I'm not sure about our parents, although I'm sure they would have told us, but I asked Jennings the same thing. He says it's time for the new generation to step in and take over."
"Oh my God."
"What?"
Her jaw drops as she blinks at him and leans back, and his stomach flutters. Of course she put it together. "He wants you to take his seat, doesn't he? He wants to give you the President patch."
Her can't tell if her tone is filled with excitement or dread. "Yes. I didn't give him an answer because I had to talk to you first."
"That's why you needed to know if we're staying or not. If we weren't, you'd have turned it down?"
"I didn't want you to feel pressured to do anything. Summerville was so good for us, and I'm kind of terrified of what Griffin's Beach is doing to you."
Tears fill her eyes, and her palms rest against his cheeks. "It's not the town, Colt. You'd turn it down for me? Really?"
"I'll do anything for you, Lex. I thought I'd made that clear by now, but I guess I can't blame you for having doubts with all of my fuckups."
Her lips slam onto his, and he gasps when she shifts to slide onto his length. Wrapping his arms around her, he kisses her as the salty tears slide over their mouths until they're both moaning their pleasure into each other. He fills her as he comes, and she pants, her nipples rubbing against his chest with every heavy breath she takes. Again, he's not sure if this is a celebratory or pity fuck.
They sit together, wrapped up in each other, before she breaks the silence. "I decided something."
"What's that?"
"The night you sew on that President’s patch, I'm going to blow you while you wear nothing but your leather."
Colt smirks before the words settle on him. "Wait—"
"And then I want you to fuck me while I wear your leather. Nothing but your leather."
The image turns him on, and his cock twitches inside her. "Do you have fantasies about fucking the President of the Drifters?"
"Only when it's my husband. My unbelievably sexy and amazing husband."
"You think I should accept?"
"Are you kidding?"
His eyes lock with hers. "I need to hear you say it, Lex."
"You are going to be one hell of a President, Colton Nichols. I love you for being willing to give it up for me, but you are accepting that offer, Mr. President."
He could burst with happiness, and he kisses her. "Say it again."
"Mr. President."
Fully awakened, he thrusts into her, but she stops him. Climbing off of him, she turns around and sinks onto him with her back to him. She grabs his ankles and rides him before he takes over and thrusts up into her. This time, there's nothing to hinder their moans of pleasure, and she releases his leg to bite her arm as she cries out, her pussy clenching around his cock. She's still so tight, and this angle makes it even more so. It's only after she's come down that he lets himself go, filling her and pulling her back to rest against his chest.
Colt wraps his arms around her, his fingers playing with her tits. Her head leans back against his shoulder, and he kisses her neck.
"Colt?"
"Lex."
"I'm so fucking proud of you."
The words stun him. "You are?"
"You deserve this, baby. You moved to Summerville for me, and you moved back here for me. It's time we do something for you."
"Making you happy is something we do for me. It's all I need in this life. That and knowing you have faith in me. I was scared you'd think I wasn't ready."
Shifting in the small space, she turns around and straddles his lap. "I always have faith in you. You put in the work to be the man I always knew you were, and others see it, too. But I need you to do something for me."
"Anything."
"Have more faith in yourself, baby. Because the moment you believe in yourself as much as I do, you're going to become unstoppable. You're going to be amazing. And that's not to say you won't make mistakes because you will, but you've become the type of person who learns from them. It makes you better. You have never been a better man than the one you've become in the past year or so. This is who you always were. You just had to let him out."
No matter what Lex goes through, she's always been his biggest supporter. "You know, I think I'm going to have to buy you a cheerleader outfit to go with these pep talks you always give."
"As long as I look good in the skirt, I'll wear it. For you."
"I can't wait to fuck you with that new patch."
"I'll wear whatever you want, Mr. President. Hell, I might even dress up like Marilyn. Really play it up for you."
Licking his lips, he chuckles. "This is going to be a lot of fun."
"Oh! Who are you picking to replace our dads?"
Her excitement is infectious, and this is exactly what he hoped would happen when he told her. "Well, Ky and I always had dreams of heading up the table. We always assumed it was nothing more than a dream because of Tripp, but Jennings says he doesn't want it. Avery's not in the position to support him and the club in the capacity needed."
"But I am?"
"Baby, if you were born a dude, you'd have taken over by now. And let's be honest and just admit that you're one the biggest reasons it was even offered to me. Jennings said you'd tell me if I'm being stupid, and I'll actually listen to you."
Chuckling, Lex taps his face. "That's cute. You think you listen to me."
"I always listen to you. I just wasn't always the best at accepting it before. You're one of the only people I trust to that level."
"And what about Sergeant at Arms? Who do you think you'll pick for that spot?"
He bites his lip. "That's a great question. I've been thinking about a few strategies there, and I might want to pick people who love you more than they like me because it means they'll do whatever it takes to make sure I get home to you."
"So, that's a no on my brother being in the running?" she asks with a half-smile.
"Oh, he's in the running. In the running to be stabbed repeatedly with a rusty butter knife," he says. "Undertaker is someone to consider. He's new still, but he would make one hell of an impact in meetings."
She makes a questionable face and says, "I know I joke a lot about him being swoon-worthy, but I don't think he's quite got the temperament for what you need on both the right and left side of you. He's more of a doer, not a leader."
Damn, if she doesn't have them all pegged correctly. "Who do you think?"
"I think you know who I think because you do, too. Your gut told you from the start, and you should trust it."
"My gut tells me to patch you in as the first female member."
"No, that would never work. I'd be too much of a distraction. Plus, it would get really awkward out on runs. I can't pee in the middle of nowhere as easily as you guys can. No matter how much I want to pee standing up, it's just not possible without that funnel thing, which I find really gross."
He laughs and kisses her forehead. "Okay, okay."
"Go with your gut, baby. It won't steer you wrong."
"Promise?"
Her body shifts to rub along his groin, and he never ceases to be surprise at how easily they can turn the other on. "I promise, Mr. President."
Growling, he kisses her and says, "I need to take you in a bed. Really show you how much you mean to me."
"Yes, please," she says.
They gather their clothes and hurry inside, covering up just enough not to get caught naked by any of the minors. Lex is proud of him. She believes in him, and with her by his side, he can do this. And he will. If nothing else, he'll do it just to see her wearing his President leather and nothing else.