Chapter Seven
Nora
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
Maybe it’s in part that what we’re doing is so wrong, or maybe it has something to do with his huge cock.
Then again, it could be how he uses it or the way his giant frame feels against my body.
No matter the cause, I’m blinded with pleasure as an orgasm roars up through my toes and into my hips, settling between my legs.
“Oh God, Colton! Yes!”
I pant and scream in relief as I convulse against his solid, pumping frame.
“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”
His tone is rough, deep, and ragged as though he’s about to lose control. “I’m gonna come in this tight, little pussy.”
“Do it,”
I pant, watching his face contort. “Come inside of me. Make me yours.”
I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.
Tonight was supposed to be a one-night thing.
We aren’t claiming anything.
I’m only his for this one night.
Tomorrow, everything goes back to normal, and we will have gotten all this out of our system.
Tomorrow, I go back to being his nanny, and he goes back to being my father’s best friend.
Tomorrow, we pretend like none of this happened, so I have no clue why I’m hollering out for him to make me his, except for the fact that, I wish I was his, that this was real, and we had plans to do this over and over again from now to the end of eternity.
He thrusts into me one final time and I watch his eyes roll back into his head before he growls out and releases inside of me. Warmth spreads into my stomach as he pumps the last of his seed inside.
“Fuck, honey. You feel so good.”
He leans forward and kisses the top of my head as a solid knock lands on the front door.
Oh my God!
Colton glances toward me, his thick, flaccid dick still tucked into my warmth. “That’s your father. I saw a text come in when I was,”
he glances away and back again, “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. What do we do?”
“We tell him what’s going on.”
“No, we most certainly do not tell him what’s going on. He’ll lose it.”
Colton holds me against his chest. “He’ll be mad, but he’ll get over it.”
I laugh as another heavy knock hits the door.
“Yeah, and what proof do you have to back that up? My father is still holding a grudge against the bag boy from Price-Mart in the Springs from ten years ago because he missed a tube of toothpaste. He’s not going to forgive us for this. This is way bigger than a missed item in a grocery bag.”
My heart pounds against my chest as I speak. “Plus, what are we even doing? This isn’t permanent, remember?”
He huffs under his breath and pulls out of me before grabbing the t-shirt off the ground and tugging it over my head. “Okay, so we’ll wait. I’ll follow your lead.”
My lead? Yeah, right.
Colton tugs on his boxers and pulls on the t-shirt he was wearing, before I open the door and accept the fate that I know is coming.
The guilt. The terrible, awful, stomach twisting guilt.
God, what was I thinking? Colton is twenty years older than me. He’s my father’s best friend. This is wrong. Really, stupidly wrong.
Dad leans into me and kisses the top of my head before handing me a pink box with the pie shops logo stamped on top. “Last piece. Turns out everyone in town likes that Potter fellow.”
He steps one boot inside the door. “Where’s that buddy of mine? I’ve got a bone to pick with him.”
“A bone to pick?”
My voice lifts to heights that only a liar knows as I say, “What kind of bone?”
Colton steps around the door with a glass bottle of beer in his hand. “Hey, man. What’s goin’ on?”
There’s a slight difference in his voice. My father isn’t the most observant man in the universe, but he will definitely notice the shift in tone.
“You left your broke fuckin’ ATV in the driveway all week. You plan on draggin’ that home anytime soon or is it my problem now?”
Colton laughs. “Your problem now, I reckon. Broke on your property.”
This is usual banter for my father and Colton, so maybe this won’t be as weird as I thought it would be.
Dad glances toward me. “You hear from your sister?”
“No, why? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just worried about her. I know she’s struggling after the divorce. Last I heard she was going to adopt a big dog.”
My brows narrow. “Haven’t heard anything about that. I’ll have to check on it.”
I step back as I talk, fidgeting with the torn hem of Colton’s t-shirt.
Colton’s t-shirt. I’m wearing nothing but Colton’s t-shirt.
Heat flushes over my cheeks and my throat goes dry. “Well, I should probably get to bed. I’ve gotta get up early with the kid and…”
I continue to back up, desperate to escape. Trouble is, there’s a chair pulled out I’m not expecting and my foot catches it, sending me down to the ground with the pie box still in hand.
Humiliation. That’s an emotion I was hoping I wouldn’t have to add to my bingo card today.
Colton turns back, sets his beer on the table, and lifts me from the ground as though I’m a feather. “Jesus, honey. You okay?”
“Yeah,”
I say low, though I’m not sure I’m okay at all. Not because of the fall, but because of the way my father is staring at us.
Colton sets me on the edge of the kitchen counter and brushes his big, rough hand down over my smooth leg. “There’s no swelling. Does it hurt to rotate?”
“No, I’m okay.”
Our eyes meet, and a spark of electricity runs through me in the same way it had earlier. My lips ache for his. My body aches for his. My entire existence aches for his.
“You okay, Nora?”
Dad steps forward, his focus turning to Colton. “She’s okay, man.”
If he didn’t notice something was up before, he notices now.
“Yeah,”
I jump down from the counter. “I just tripped. I’m fine. I really should get to bed, though.”
“I’ve gotta take off anyway,”
Dad groans as he reaches for a hug, which I oblige… though it’s weird. “Work comes early. Let me know what you think of that pie, kiddo. Love you.”
My heart squeezes and my stomach churns. Why am I such a terrible person?
“Love you too, Dad. Thanks for stopping by. I’ll talk to Daphne tomorrow and find out more about the dog thing.”
He nods, shakes Colton’s hand, and steps back out into the night, leaving Colton and I staring at each other once again.
Except this time, the truth is clearer than it’s been all night.
This thing with Colton can never be a one-night event, not even under the best of circumstances.
There’s always going to be electricity between us, an undeniable chemistry, a reason to need him, to want him. There’s a pull that I can’t deny.
“What are you thinking, honey?”
He brushes a strand of hair out of my vision and lifts me back up onto the dining room table as he pets my face.
“I don’t know what to think. I can’t lie to my dad, and I don’t want to disappoint Ellie. I don’t understand why you’d be into me over the hot mom, and I don’t know how we make any of this work, but also… I want you to bend me over and take me again.”
I pant as I speak, unable to make eye contact. “Maybe we should sleep. It’s… yeah. We should sleep on this.” I wiggle off the table, but he grabs and pulls me back in place.
“Not a chance. Sleep isn’t gonna make this go away. I need you, Nora. Your dad is gonna have to come to terms with that, and the mom earlier is just a lady. I only see you. I only think about you. I only fantasize about you. I only want you.”
He brushes his square hand down over his beard. “Do you know how many nights I spent jerking off to thoughts of you in your bathing suit last summer at the lake? It’s a sickening number of times.”
My cheeks turn pink, but my panties are soaked again.
“Aside from all that, you’re exactly what Ellie needs. I’m not letting you walk away from us, Nora.”
His gaze holds focused on mine as my phone vibrates on the table behind us.
It could be my father letting me know he saw the energy between Colton and I.
It could be my sister calling to avoid another lonely night. It could be the lottery calling to tell me I’ve just won ten million dollars.
Right now, none of it matters. I’m stuck, unable to move, my gaze locked on Colton’s, my heart pounding with his.
“What do we do from here?”
I whisper, leaning ever so slightly closer to his lips.
His hand digs into the back of my hair gently and he pulls me close. “I think we let this happen and see where it goes.”
“Yeah?”
My tone is low, and our lips are brushing against each other’s.
“Yeah,”
he repeats with a groan. “That’s the only way, honey. You and me. Nothing else matters.”
I swallow hard and crush against his mouth, kissing his lips with fervor until I’m dizzy with desire and we’re stripping each other down again.
If someone had told me one night would change my life, I’m not sure I’d have believed them.
But as I stand at the helm of desire, I know nothing will ever be the same again.
A fire has started, a blaze has consumed me, and I’m desperate to keep burning.