31. Chapter 31
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C olt and I spent the rest of the night watching movies in bed, laughing, and appreciating each other’s bodies. And boy, do I appreciate his body. He’s a mouthwatering specimen of a man. Watching his muscles move as he works his magic on me does wild things to my insides.
Waking up the next morning next to him is the most relaxed my mind has ever been. I’m propped up on my elbow, taking him in. He’s on his stomach with his arms under the pillow and his face squished into it. His back moves as he breathes and the sheets hang low, showing off the curves of his butt peeking out.
As he rolls over and stretches, the angles of his hip bones catch my attention, making me reminisce about how they move.
“Like what you see?” Colt’s voice is deep, raspy, sleepy, waking up my insides instantly.
“Eh, I don’t mind the sight.” His eyes are still closed, but a smile spreads across his face, and I can’t help but smile in return. I like morning Colt.
“Yeah, the drool hanging from your mouth is really selling that point.” Taking his time, he leans over me. Our chests smash together and his finger swipes at my lip.
“I am not drooling,” I say while hiding my smile
“Whatever you say, darlin’.” Hooking a finger under my chin, he gives me a quick peck on the lips. It’s much shorter than I want, so I go back for more. Instead of meeting my lips, Colt drops his mouth to my neck. The sensation pulls a moan from me. His warm breath on that one spot has me ready to go again. Planting my fingers in his hair, I squirm, looking for the friction that I’m not getting.
“Colt.” I breathe, my body already aching.
“No, Libs. I’m busy.” He keeps kissing, working his way down to my chest. Once he gets to my breasts, he pulls away and looks down at them. “God, I love these things.” I giggle at the look in his eyes. Like a little kid who just stepped inside a buffet style candy store.
He slowly leans back down and flicks his tongue against one of my nipples without his mouth ever making contact. A zing runs straight to my core and my back arches in response.
“Mmm, that was fun. Let’s try that again.” Still looking at my chest, Colt repeats the movement on my other nipple. My body responds the same way, and I let out a moan this time as well. “Fuck. I can’t stop.”
“Then don’t,” I challenge him. He finally looks up at me, almost as if he forgot the rest of me was here.
“I want to try something.”
“Ok. Yes. Do whatever you want.” I just want him, whatever he’ll give me.
“I want to make you come.” Promising eyes burn into mine.
“That sounds great. Let’s do that.” My body rocks towards him, but his eyes go back to my breasts.
“But I’m only going to touch these.”
“What?” I prop my elbows up underneath me, pushing my back off the bed.
“I want–”
“Libby! You awake? I have coffee and need to debrief.” Blake slams the front door and is walking loudly as she makes her way through the apartment. Mine and Colt’s eyes meet, but we are otherwise frozen.
“Libs, what do you want me to do?” He is so calm. “Do you want me to hide in the bathroom? Or I can throw my body on top of yours to shield your nakedness.” The mischievous look on his face helps me come back to Earth.
“I don’t want to hide.”
“I like that answer.” He moves into a sitting position and the sheets rest on top of his waist. I must stare for too long because he chuckles and pulls the sheet to cover my chest. “She may be your best friend, but I’m not sharing this body with anyone. Blake included.”
I swoon instantly. “Whatever you say.”
His eyes go hooded. “I like that answer, too.”
Quick, fast, and in a hurry, Blake swings my bedroom door open and stops dead in her tracks. I quickly pull the blankets up further as she puts both hands over her mouth. The whole time, Colt just sits back and watches, completely unphased.
“Hi,” I choke out.
Blake blinks as her eyes bounce between us. “Holy shit.” She leans her shoulder against the door frame as she continues to take in the sight. “This is hot.”
“Blake, shut up.” I roll my eyes and pull the sheet tighter.
“Not a chance.” Her smile is big and annoying. “I'm calling Ty right now.”
“Blake Jenson Miller!” I yell her name, but it’s too late. She’s already holding her phone up as the Facetime rings.
“Jenson?” Colt leans over and whispers.
“Her parents thought she was a boy and her mom refused to come up with a different name.” It was unfortunate, but her name fits her well.
“Hey sis, make it quick. I’m about to jump in the shower. I got a hot date tonight.” Tyson’s voice fills the room.
“None of that matters! Look what I just walked in on.” Blake points the camera towards us and Colt instantly uses his body to block my own from view.
“Holy shit.” I’ll never be convinced they aren’t twins. The two of them are too similar to not be the same egg split in two. “Is that a topless Little Bird? Why does all the fun stuff happen when I’m not around?”
“Pay attention, dipshit.” Blake reaches her arms out so her phone is closer to us.
“Wait, a damn second. Is that Colt? Oh shit. Good job, man.” Tyson’s voice goes up an octave, but Colt doesn’t seem to share in the fanfare.
“Look the fuck away, Tyson.”
Ignoring Colt’s demand, Tyson looks at me. “You good Libby,” he asks, brows pushed together and jaw tight. The concern is written all over his face, though I’m not sure why.
“Yeah, Ty, I’m good.” I peek over Colt’s shoulder because he still hasn’t moved. I’d love for this little group chat to be over.
“Alright, well, I’m getting off here.”
“ What? ” Blake turns the camera back on herself. “That’s it? You do realize they slept together, right?”
“B, we’re right here.” She doesn’t hear me though, as she walks out of the room, not bothering to shut the door.
“They’re married, Blake,” I hear Tyson explain.
“Why are you going on a date on a Sunday, anyway?” Her voice fades out of earshot as she continues down the hall.
Colt still doesn’t move. Leaning forward, I place a kiss on his shoulder. “That was a little more than we bargained for.” He turns his face towards me a little, but doesn’t say anything. “You okay?”
“I don’t like that Ty saw you like this.” The storm in his eyes brews as he clenches his jaw.
“I’m completely covered. By the blankets and you. He didn’t see anything,” I say, attempting to calm him.
“It’s not about your body. I mean, I don’t want him to see that either, but I knew you were covered. I don’t like that he saw you in bed, fresh off a night of orgasms.”
“Colt Gibson, are you being territorial?”
“When it comes to my wife? Absolutely.” There is no hesitation.
I’m no stranger to territorial men. My father was in charge of everything when I was a kid. What my mom and I ate, what we wore, where we went, all of it. And if either one of us challenged him, there were consequences. We had to stay in line so other men wouldn’t take notice of us. And if they did, there was hell to pay..
Jett ended up being no different. He wasn’t like that in the beginning, though. In the last two years, everything ended up changing. Sometimes I wondered if he experienced his own trauma from his dad. I never met him, Jett never talked about him, but Jett’s mom, Joan, never let a day pass without finding a way to speak poorly about him. Granted, she always complained about how he was greedy and loved his job more than anything else, but maybe there was more to it.
However, Colt being territorial right now feels different in the best way. He isn’t trying to control me. He just wants to keep our private moments private.
“I kind of like that.” I press a kiss to his cheek.
“I kind of like you,” he says as he rolls on top of me, our laughs filling the room.
We wait until we hear Blake start the shower before leaving the room. Colt needs to get back home to get ready for the week at work, so we say our goodbyes. After finally peeling ourselves from each other, I head towards the kitchen in search of food. I would have offered some to Colt, but that would have meant forcing him to deal with Blake again, and I was not about to do that.
I decide on a bowl of cereal, throwing the flakes and milk in a bowl. I sit at the island and watch Blake appear from her room.
“Well, well, well, don’t you look freshly fucked?” She enters the kitchen, hair wrapped in a towel and a smug look on her face.
“I am not.” I shove a spoonful of the sugary goodness into my mouth.
Blake spins around and pins me with her eyes. “You’re telling me you didn’t sleep with your God of a husband?”
“I didn’t say that, just that I’m not freshly fucked.” I shrug. “We haven't done anything since last night. It was going to happen again this morning, but you barged in.”
“I knew it!” Leaning her elbows onto the island in front of me, her eyes go wide. “Tell me everything. Was it great? Was it huge? Did he throw you against the wall? He seems like he’s secretly dirty.”
“It was pretty phenomenal, decently big. No walls were involved, but he is a little dirty.” I say it all simply, mostly to mess with Blake. She is one for the dramatics, and it’s fun to not match her energy sometimes.
“That’s it? I don’t get to know more? I’m your best friend. What’s the point if I don’t get all the juicy details of your sex life?”
“You never asked for the details of mine and Jett’s sex life.”
She scrunches her face. “That’s because I refuse to believe you two actually did it. And if you did, it’s not worth retelling.” Blake goes to the fridge to get a bottle of water.
“I’m not a prude, B. I didn’t go five years without sex.”
“Gross. Let’s get back to Hottie McHusband. Who made the first move?” She hops on top of the counter across from me.
“Me.”
Blake nearly chokes on her drink. “What the hell? Are you kidding me right now? Since when do you make the first move?”
“He just brings it out in me I guess.”
“I like this version of you.” Her face goes soft.
“Wait… where’s Savannah?”