Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty One
Naomi
After Anthony gets Nick to leave, I’m able to convince Kolter to go home, and my mom and I sit on my bed in silence for what feels like hours before she finally speaks.
“How long?”
I look up at her nervously, twisting my fingers together. “A little while.”
“A little while as in weeks, months, years? I mean, were you together when he was living here?” she asks.
“No. I mean, I’ve definitely had feelings for him since then, but no. We didn’t get together officially until a few weeks ago.”
Mom nods to herself like that piece of information is a relief. She doesn’t say anything more, though, which is extremely unlike her.
“You’re mad, right?” I ask.
Stupid question, I know, but how else do I break this suffocating tension?
Her gaze meets mine, and her expression softens. “I’m… surprised, but no, baby. I’m not mad.”
This catches me off guard.
Mom sighs and pats my leg. “Come on, Nay. We all know you’ve been in love with Kolter since before we adopted him. Nick and Anthony know it too, even if Nick doesn’t want to admit it.”
Yeah, to say the least.
“I always wondered if something would come of those feelings. If me bringing Kolter into the house would cause any issues. Between him and Nick, between you and Nick, between you and Kolter.”
“They didn’t.”
“But they have now,” she retorts with a heavy look. “I have a feeling Nick’s reaction would have been similar whether Kolter was part of our family or not, though.”
“He made Kolter sound gross, predatory. That’s not what this is—it’s not what we have,” I say quietly, more to myself than anything.
My mom gives me a soft smile. “I know, sweetheart. I know your heart, and I know Kolter’s. Which is why I know how beautifully you two fit. Our family dynamic makes things… unconventional to a stranger off the street, but since when do we care what others think?”
I’m truly stunned. I mean, this is not how I thought this conversation would go.
Could anyone have seen this coming? Usually, when one of your brothers finds you making out with your other brother—granted we’re not actually related—and your mom is there too…
yeah, it doesn’t usually end with a positive statement that you two are good together and who cares what anyone else thinks. My mom never ceases to amaze me.
“I love you, Nay, and I love Kolter too. I want the best for both of you, and if that’s each other, then you’ll always have my support.”
Tears of relief prick my eyes, and I smile at her. “How did you become so amazing?”
She lets out a short laugh. “Single mom of three that turned into four. I learned quick to not sweat the small stuff.”
I shake my head, my smile slipping. “I hate that he just left you, left us.”
Mom’s soft expression tightens, and she lifts a shoulder. “We all make our choices, and we all have to live with them. He missed out on some pretty amazing kids. That’s his loss, not yours.”
I nod, then my mom pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around her in return.
“I need you to promise me something, though,” she says after a moment or two.
“Sure,” I reply, pulling back to look at her.
“Whatever shit Kolter is caught up with. With the club and his dad and…” She sneers to herself, shaking her head before she rights her expression.
“Promise me you’ll stay far away from it, that he’ll shield you from it.
You’ll always be my baby, and I know how nasty club life can be.
That’s one of the reasons I tried to get Kolter away from it when I did. ”
I choose not to explain how I know what she says is true. That will only send her into a panic. Besides, we’re being careful.
“He’s keeping me safe and away from… that stuff,” I say cryptically.
Relief passes across my mom’s face, and she presses a kiss to my temple.
“Good.”
I called Kolter as soon as Mom left the room—he made me promise I would. He was just as surprised as I was when I told him how accepting she was, but reminded me that Nick wouldn’t come around so easily. Obviously, I know that from his reaction, but it’s still upsetting.
We stayed on the phone for another hour or so before he said he wanted to take me out to dinner the next day.
I didn’t want to question why he felt it was suddenly okay for us to be seen together.
Maybe his hesitation was more about Nick than the club, and now that everything’s all out in the open on that front, it’s okay?
So now it’s the next day, and I’m at Kolter’s apartment getting ready for our date.
Originally, I thought he was going to pick me up at my house, but he showed up in the morning with flowers for Mom and apologized for not telling her about us sooner.
She made some threats, the way a mother should, about not hurting her little girl, he vehemently swore he never would and then we went on our way.
Kolter told me to dress nice, so I brought a little black dress I haven’t worn yet, my favorite heels and my makeup bag. We spent most of the day just hanging out—when he wasn’t devouring my pussy, that is.
I’m doing my makeup in the bathroom when my phone rings—it’s the group chat FaceTiming me.
I panic for a moment before I decide it wouldn’t be a terrible thing to tell them the truth.
They’ve called me out repeatedly now, and I’ve brushed them off every single time, but now my family knows, it’s time, right?
I drop my makeup brush, accept the call and lift the phone up.
“Hey! Where are you?” Ari asks.
“Yeah, I’m in town finishing some stuff before I move and you’re nowhere to be found! I want a girls’ night!” Cassi adds.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I, um, have plans tonight. Can we do it tomorrow?”
Both girls look at me with suspicion.
“I mean, yes, but now we’re extra curious. What are you doing tonight?” Cassi asks.
“I’ve been seeing someone,” I admit.
Arianna laughs. “No shit—we know. You gonna finally reveal his identity or what?”
I open my mouth, struggling to find the best way to explain it—then Kolter strolls into the bathroom shirtless, cups my hip and presses a kiss to the side of my face.
“Sorry, baby. Just looking for—”
He pauses and looks down at the phone to see my two best friends’ jaws are on the floor. He glances at me before looking back to them.
“Hey, ladies. It’s been a while.”
“Kolter?” Arianna asks.
“You and Nay are… together?” Cassi says slowly.
His grip on me tightens, and a proud-looking smile spreads over his face. He presses another kiss to my cheek before turning to them again, as if that’s all the explanation they need. Then he opens a drawer, grabs a comb and slips out of the bathroom like he didn’t just drop an absolute bombshell.
Slowly, my eyes move back to the phone. My friends are so still I think the screen has frozen—until Cassi’s ear-piercing shriek hits.
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GODDDD!”
“You and Kolter?” Arianna continues. “Wait, wait. Don’t tell me…”
“Was he the guy you spent the night with at the club?” Cassi interjects.
I do my best to swallow down my nervous smile. “Yes.”
“Oh, fuck!” Arianna exclaims, her eyes bright with excitement. “Wait, we never got any details, and now you have to tell us. Where did you run into him? How did this happen?”
Cassi is nodding hard, hanging on our every word.
I clear my throat. “Well, I found this hall, and it led to a bunch of rooms… with holes in the wall.”
“A GLORY HOLE?” Cassi screeches. “You sucked your brother’s cock through a glory hole and now you’re together?”
“Jesus, Cass, he’s adopted. He doesn’t really count as her brother. Besides, she’s been in love with him since she could, like, walk,” Arianna retorts.
“I know! Still! No wonder you were being such a bitch to me—you had some guilt from your own naughty fun, didn’t you?” Cassi teases, an understanding smile on her face.
“I still feel awful about how I acted about you and Nico,” I admit.
Cassi waves me off. “Water under the bridge, babe. So, tell me, did you let your brother finally take your V-card?”
I mash my lips together and look down at the floor, sending both girls screeching once more.
“Holy fuck! Our baby is no longer a virgin!” Cassi grins. “I’m like a proud mama.”
Arianna laughs. “You’re such a fucking weirdo, Cass. Seriously, though, I mean, is me getting engaged to my ex-stepdad the least-taboo relationship in our group?”
Cassi and I both laugh.
“Does your mom know?” Cassi asks.
I grimace and nod. “And Nick, and Anthony.”
“Oh shit, I do not like that reaction. Okay. Girls’ night, tomorrow—we want every last detail. For now, go get railed by your brother! Love youuuu!” Cassi calls before hanging up.
I blow out a breath, then shake my head and laugh. I feel ridiculous for ever worrying about their reaction.
Kolter appears in the doorway wearing a dark button-up. “They’re nosy,” he says simply, leaning against the frame.
I scoff. “Were you eavesdropping?”
He shrugs. “Wasn’t trying to. I’m pretty sure you could hear Cassi from Canada, though.”
A laugh escapes me as I tug my lipstick out my bag.
But Kolter grabs my hand and holds it in place, looking down at me. “You okay, Peaches?”
“Honestly, yeah. I know things are still a mess with Nick and probably will be for a while, but now that Mom knows, and Anthony and my friends… it makes us feel… real. Does that make any sense?”
He stares down at me, his eyes glimmering as he nods once. Then his lips ghost over mine gently, and when he pulls away, he rests his forehead against my own.
“I love you, so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” I whisper roughly.
Slowly, he pulls back, releasing my hand—but not before plucking the lipstick from my grasp.
“Hey, I need that,” I cry. But then one of his hands is grabbing the side of my mouth while the other pops the cap off the lipstick.
I freeze as he slowly drags the stick against my lips, delicately painting the top and then the bottom. It’s almost hypnotic the way he looks—so focused, so intense. When he’s finished, he sets the tube down and stares at me in admiration.
“How do I look?” I ask softly.
Kolter doesn’t reply. Instead, he drags my lips to his, nipping, sucking and all but consuming them before pulling away roughly. I’m left breathless as he reaches up and drags his thumb against the corner of my mouth, smearing the lipstick further.
“You look like mine.”
Without another word, we come crashing together. I leap into his arms, and he holds me to him tightly. Our tongues tangle around one another as I sink my teeth into his lip. He groans at the slight pain before returning the gesture in kind.
I feel us moving but am too busy to care where he’s taking us.
When we reach the bedroom, he sits us down on the edge of the bed so I’m perched in his lap. Then he’s dragging the hem of my dress up and pulling my panties to the side. The head of his cock presses against me, and I spread my legs further so that I can lower myself onto him.
It doesn’t matter how many times we do it, it still hurts at first, and I wince as I slide down, inch by inch, savoring his moans.
“Goddamnit,” he grits through clenched teeth.
I attempt to control my breathing, but it sounds more like panting, so I pull away from him for a minute, closing my eyes as I force myself down until I’m fully seated on him.
“Peaches, look at me,” he says, demanding and desperate.
I blink my eyes open and find him already staring at me with the kind of reverence you’d expect from a worshipper to a deity. His gaze traces over my face, and he shakes his head like he’s in awe before his hands settle on my hips.
“You’re perfect.”
I smile softly, lifting my hips and causing him to groan once again.
“You are,” I whisper, lifting them again, and again, slowly finding a rhythm.
He laughs. “Fuck no. But for you, I’ll always try to be.”
My heart melts as his words as our bodies push together. A moan escapes me, and the tension I felt before begins to ease, each thrust more and more comfortable.
“That alright, Peaches?” he asks, his breath choppy.
“Mhmm,” I reply before letting out another moan .
“Good, now be my sweet girl and fucking ride me.”
Excitement surges through me as I pick up the pace of my thrusts.
I don’t have a lot of experience being on top.
Usually, we’re in such a rush, filled with passion and lust, that we don’t take a moment to do anything but be with each other as fast as humanely possible.
That’s always amazing, don’t get me wrong, but this?
I feel in control, powerful, and having a man like Kolter looking up at me in wonder spurs on my every move.
Kolter moves his hand to my clit, rubbing quick, tight circles against it with two fingers.
“More,” I beg.
He does as I ask, his hips meeting mine thrust for thrust, pushing him deeper inside me.
“Oh my gosh, y-yes, just like that,” I stammer.
“Take what you want, baby—I’m all yours.”
My toes curl in the sheets, and my thighs burn, begging me to stop.
Nothing will take me away from this moment, though.
Especially not when I feel Kolter’s body tense beneath me, his hips lifting and his cock pulsing inside me.
A few more quick rubs to my clit and I’m shattering apart, following right alongside him, our groans of pleasure shaking the walls.
Finally, I collapse against his chest, and for a while, we just lie there in a daze, our breathing still heavy. I can’t imagine how life could get any better. It’s perfect; it’s beyond my wildest dreams.
He runs a hand through my hair then, gently demanding my attention. I look up at him and smile, only to find him doing the same. He traces the outline of my lips with his thumb, cleaning up the smeared lipstick before he says, “I think you should start wearing it like this more often.”