Chapter 24
LUCY
“Okay, I’ve got to admit, I think you might be right about the whole painting pumpkins argument,” Colton admits, looking down to admire his work. “This is much more fun than carving them.”
“I told you,” I laugh, dipping my brush in the pink paint and putting the finishing touches on my own pumpkin.
“Are you ready to show them off?” I ask. “My curiosity is really killing me here.”
“I don’t know if you’re ready for the pure masterpiece I just created,” Colton gloats, and I roll my eyes.
“I’m sure I can handle it,” I assure him as Knox perks his head up from his spot beside me. “See, even the dog is ready to see what sort of artistry you’ve come up with.”
“Well, I’d hate to disappoint Knox,” Colton says. “But you both have to promise not to laugh.”
I look down at my dog and try not to laugh at the skeptical expression on his face. “Well, I’ll do what I can, but Knox said he can’t make that promise.”
“Good enough,” Colton says, picking up his pumpkin and turning it around for us to see. “I now present to you, Mr. Jack.”
I stare at the pumpkin with a crudely painted green jack-o’-lantern face on top of a light blue background.
“I can tell I’ve stunned you speechless,” Colton says confidently, and I nod in silence. “Let me see yours.”
“I’m not sure I can compete with your raw talent,” I say hesitantly.
“Come on, show me,” Colton encourages me, and I turn the pumpkin to show him what I’ve been working on.
He stares for a second before he starts laughing.
“Lucy, did you forget to tell me that you were fucking Picasso or some shit?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, looking down at the pumpkin. I’d painted the background to look like the castle in The Wizard of Oz, but instead of the characters, I’d included Daryl, Denise, Carla, and Knox. Around the outside I’d written “There’s no place like Cedar Creek.”
“Lucy, that’s the most incredible painting I’ve ever seen. How in the world did you do that?”
I shrug, embarrassed. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’ve always liked art, but there’s never been that many opportunities to take classes around here.”
“Darlin’, when are you going to realize how fucking talented you are?” he asks seriously.
“You’re just being sweet,” I tell him, not sure of what to say.
He shakes his head and looks down at his own pumpkin. “I can’t believe I just showed you this when yours looks like that.”
“I think it looks great,” I promise, trying to keep a straight face.
“Lucy, the eyes aren’t even the same shape. And it took me thirty minutes to try to get his mouth the right size.”
“Well, I love it,” I tell him, standing from my spot on the ground. “I can’t wait to display both of them on the porch.”
Colton groans. “Great, I can’t wait for everyone to see how pitiful mine is.”
I pick them both up and stagger them on the front porch before heading back to the side of the house to help Colton clean up.
I’m just bending down to grab the glass of water we used to clean our brushes, just as something cold hits me in the chest.
“Oh my god! Did you actually just do that?” I ask, looking down at the large blue glob of paint on my old shirt.
“Yep, I sure did. What are you gonna do about it, Darlin’?” Colton drawls, and I don’t miss the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, I reach across the table and grab a bottle of paint.
Grinning, I flip the top and squeeze a long stream of pink paint across his chest.
His eyes widen in surprise before he lets out a loud chuckle. “Pretty sure you just started something you won’t be able to finish, Lulu.”
He takes his hat off and sets it out of the way before reaching down and using both hands to grab a couple bottles of paint.
“You’re on, Cowboy,” I say with a laugh, running away from him as fast as I can.
In the excitement, Knox runs out from his spot under the porch and chases after me, his tail wagging happily. Colton chases us both, sending a constant spray of green and blue paint in our direction.
I laugh, turning to face him and sending my own stream of pink and purple paint back at him. I expect the paint to slow him down, but instead, he rushes me, grabbing me and picking me up.
Knox barks at our feet, completely covered in paint.
Colton gestures for him to go back to the porch, and my mouth drops open as my dog does as he asks without complaint.
But there isn’t time to think about that, as Colton captures my mouth with a brutal kiss.
Just like the last two times we’ve kissed, my body immediately ignites with desperate desire the minute his lips touch mine.
We’re a tangle of arms and legs as I rush to take my paint-covered shirt off, and I somehow end up with just as much paint covering my bare skin as I had on my shirt.
Colton pulls back long enough for me to yank his shirt over his head, and I groan in admiration as I look down at his muscular, bare chest.
Dipping my finger in the paint on his cheek, I slowly trail my finger down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs as low as I can while he continues to hold me in the air against him.
“Damn it, Lucy, you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he murmurs, leaning in to claim my mouth again.
“Back at ya,” I mumble as he walks us back to the picnic blanket and gently sits me down before covering my body with his.
His cock rubs against my clit in this position, and I’m pretty sure I’m already ready to combust at the feeling.
“Are you finally going to fuck me?” I whisper.
“I thought I was supposed to be the one to beg tonight, Darlin’,” he murmurs, smiling as he leans back in to kiss me.
We kiss for another moment as he slides his hand under my shorts and eventually yanks them down, leaving me in just my panties in the cool October air.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, trailing his hands down my side, covering more of my bare skin with paint before pulling down his own pants, freeing his massive cock. “Please, I need you to tell me you want this as bad as I do.”
“Yes,” I moan, writhing my hips between us. “Please, yes.”
He leans in, kissing me again hard before pulling back and kissing down my body.
My breath catches as he stops, hovering directly above my pussy.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he leans in and runs his tongue across my slit, nipping me with his teeth as he sucks the damp fabric of my panties into his mouth.
“Oh my God, yes,” I moan, lost in the feeling of him.
When his hands trail up, finally yanking my panties down my legs, I resist the urge to let out a sigh of relief.
He blows a breath of hot air against my pussy, and I moan as he kisses my slit.
I’m convinced he’s finally going to taste me, and I buck my hips up, desperate for contact.
But instead, he sits back and rolls me over, pulling me into his lap.
“I’m sorry, baby, but if I start eating that pussy, I’m never gonna last,” he groans, positioning me on top of him.
His tip is teasing my entrance in this new position, and when I wiggle my hips against him, he lets out a low whimper.
“Lucy Phillips, you’re gonna be the death of me. Your cunt is fucking dripping for me already,” he mutters before freezing. “Condom. We need a condom.”
I buck my hips against him again, groaning at the way his cock grazes my clit. “No, we don’t,” I whisper, causing him to freeze.
He stares at me for a moment, and I start to second guess what I said. “I mean, if you’re comfortable with that. I’m on birth control and all my tests have come back clear. But if you’d rather…” I ramble, before Colton slams his mouth onto mine.
“Darlin’, I’d love nothing more than to slide into you bare. I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. All my tests are clear too. Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I moan, grinding myself against him.
With my confirmation, Colton pumps his hips, pushing into me hard. I scream, my eyes widening at the intrusion.
“Big,” I murmur. “You’re so fucking big.”
He grabs my hips and lifts me until his cock teases my entrance as he looks at me with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lucy. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
“I will be once you start fucking me,” I murmur, repositioning myself on top of him and dropping myself back down on his cock.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. letting me take control. I fuck myself on his cock, sliding up and down as my pussy clamps down around him. “So fucking good, baby.”
I moan in agreement, speeding up as his cock hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars. Speeding up, I swirl my hips on top of him, as he reaches down and teases my clit with his fingers. The combination of sensations is more than I can stand, and I whisper, “I’m about to come.”
My words seem to encourage him, and he pistons his hips harder, driving into me from below as he continues to tease my clit with his fingers. My body tightens until it feels like it’s going to break, just before my orgasm slams into me.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, continuing to ride him. I feel my release rush through me, and freeze, my eyes widening in shock as I feel it coat the inside of my thighs.
“Darlin’, did you just soak my lap?” he asks, looking up at me in surprise.
“Uhh. I—I’m sorry,” I stammer, my cheeks heating from embarrassment. “That’s never happened to me before and I—”
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Colton says, interrupting my rant.
He moans as he continues working his hips into me, chasing his own release.
I bob on his cock, both of us desperate again as he works his way inside me.
“You’re gonna give me another one, aren’t you, sweet girl? ” he asks, and I moan.
I’ve never been able to come again this quickly, so I’m shocked when I feel another orgasm building.
After a few more flicks of my clit, I feel myself tighten again, bringing me to a smaller orgasm, just as I feel him come inside me.
I groan at the feeling of his cum filling me, as he lets out a low growl.