Chapter 26 Sloane
Sloane
The clock on the bedside table said four o’clock. I was sure it was morning, not afternoon, but the curtains were shut so I couldn’t tell. But I felt rested, and hadn’t we gotten here around three thirty? Maybe it was afternoon after all.
Kolton was behind me, his big body curled around mine, his steady breaths against my shoulder and neck making me feel safer than I ever had.
Though I was hungry—we hadn’t eaten since the small snack they’d served us on the plane.
And my body ached, reminding me of the attack on stage. Then the intruder in my closet.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel safe in my condo again.
“Shh, Diva,” Kolton whispered, the deep rumble in his chest feeling like a warm hug. “You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”
I let out a huff of breath that admittedly sounded a bit like a cry. Kolton pulled me closer, his grip tightening as he pressed a kiss to the side of my face.
“What is it?”
Turning my head so I could make out his profile in the dim glow of the clock, I told him, “That’s exactly what I told you in the elevator last week.”
He loosened his grip slightly. Trailed his finger down the side of my face. “Has it really only been a week?”
“It feels much longer,” I admitted. “It feels like you’ve been with me for years instead of months.”
“Is that a good thing?” His question was so timid, I wanted to bundle him up in my arms and hold him tight.
“Of course, it is!” I grabbed his hand and held it to my chest. “Baby, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“There are other bodyguards out there, Diva. Ones who would probably do a better job than me.”
“I don’t want anyone else.” I squeezed his hand, and he hugged me tighter. “You make me feel safe, Kolton. But more importantly, you make me feel loved and cherished.”
“That’s because you are loved and cherished.” He traced my jaw with his fingertip before nipping my ear with his teeth. “I think I’ve got competition, though. Both those girls claimed to be your biggest fan.”
A smile tugged at my lips. “They’ve got their work cut out for them. I expect a lot out of my biggest fan.”
He pressed his mouth against my neck, and I swore I could feel him grin. “I could worship the ground you walk on. Is that what you need?”
I gasped at the reminder of Beckett’s words and tried to spin in his arms, but he held me in my place.
“Too soon?” He gave a quiet chuckle.
“Way too soon.” A shudder raced through me at the thought of Beckett and Brooklyn’s engagement announcement on the news last week.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He traced his finger down my throat to my collar bone.
Down my sternum and to my breast. I gasped again, though this time it was because he was circling my nipple.
He leaned in and whispered at my throat, “But I do worship you, Diva. I’ll worship you day and night if you want me to. ”
“How—” My voice cracked. “How would you do that?”
He hummed against my skin as he plucked at my nipple like he was playing the guitar. “Like this.” His other arm moved underneath me, until his hand was sprawled across my stomach, pulling me closer to him. His erection prodded my back, making me ache to have him back inside me.
Kolton pressed his open mouth to my neck, his hot breath making me shiver in the dark.
More so when he closed his lips, sucking gently at my skin.
Teeth and tongue and lips drove my heart faster while his fingers at my nipple had me gasping for breath.
His other hand swept lower, dipping below the blankets we were snuggled under but not giving me what I really needed.
But he’d stolen my senses. Writing beautiful words was one of my favorite parts of being an artist, and even though Kolton was usually an inspiration, now no words would come.
I was so lost in the sensations, the feel of this man worshiping me like he said he would, that I could focus only on where our bodies touched.
“Kolton!” I gasped as his fingers grazed the little jewel above my clit, then whimpered as he walked them lower, trailing them over the sides of my thighs.
“What do you need, Diva?” He thrust his hips lightly, as if he couldn’t stop himself, his need growing against my back.
“I need you, baby,” I managed to say, my words stilted as he brushed my clit again. I loosened my grip, my hands fisted in the blankets, and I reached between us.
Kolton groaned as I touched him, cussed as I took his length in my fist. “Fuck, Diva!” He gasped, then made a muffled noise of pleasure as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
I stroked him as he touched me, his long fingers circling me, threatening to dip inside me before easing away again. Then he was back at my breasts—or so I thought. Kolton hugged my middle, hoisted me up before he let me go.
His hand covered mine just a split second before he was shifting his hips and tracing my entrance with his tip.
I moaned at the feel of him, so big and hard, so close to where I needed him.
But he didn’t press in, didn’t do more than glide through the slick mess that he’d created, driving me higher and higher until I felt like I’d explode.
“Kolton, baby.” I grabbed for his hip, thrust my own backward as I tried to guide him into my core. “I need you.”
“Need you too, Diva,” he rasped, his hot mouth releasing the light suction on my shoulder long enough to speak. “Fuck, you feel so good. Feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Nothing’s ever felt this good.”
I wanted to tell him that wasn’t the case.
That his thick cock inside of me would feel much, much better.
But I could do no more than gasp as he slid forward and, this time, he notched his tip just inside of my entrance.
He grabbed my hip, tugged me backward, pushed himself into me in one slow slide that had my entire body lighting up and singing his praise.
It was the piercing, I tried and failed to reason with myself.
The piercing, and the pressure of him pressing against it as he forced himself inside, was why an orgasm took hold of me before he made it more than an inch.
Because this—this absolute loss of control of my body—had never happened before.
“Oh, fuckity fuck fuck, Jesus fucking oh my god!” Kolton pulled my hips harder, pushed himself deeper, the jumble of words tumbling from his lips making absolutely no sense.
And yet it made all the sense in the world.
“Fuck, Diva, can’t. I can’t. So good. Can’t stop.”
I cried out as he drove in harder, as his hips pistoned behind me and he shifted his weight, driving deeper, harder, until my breath caught and my body exploded. His fingertips pressing at my clit, at the over-sensitive little bud, sent me flying to the moon.
And I could see him there like I was watching from the sky—his big body holding me, cradling me like a precious thing, his mouth pressed to my shoulder, one hand still on my clit while the other grabbed my thigh and yanked it up.
Even from above, I could feel how this new position made everything better, made my squeezing muscles tighten more, this new angle letting him reach places I was sure no one had before.
Stars glittered in the darkness before a flash of light seemed to split the sky. A roar of thunder followed, and Kolton cursed and thrust before his body stilled. I could feel every movement inside me—his cock spurting, his hips trembling, his heart racing in his chest.
My own heart beat in sync with his, pounding out a rhythm of love, lust, and a lifetime together.
One full of happiness.
“Diva,” he whispered against me as his muscles gave out, half his body pressing me into the mattress. “Diva,” he said again, his hand loosening on my leg before he swept his fingers up my thigh. Up my stomach. His other followed, until both his palms were cupping my breasts.
I let out a moan, because the feel of him, still thick inside me while his fingers pinched my nipples, was enough to send shockwaves through me.
“That didn’t go how I planned,” he whispered behind me.
Twisting a little, I looked over my shoulder. “What did you have planned?”
He kissed my cheek, then groaned as the movement caused my core to clench. His voice was nothing but a rasp. “Breakfast. Laundry. Taking care of my girl.”
The smile that tore across my face was so big it hurt. My girl. I didn’t want to be anything else. “I think you chose correctly.”
“Think so?”
Nodding, I looked back at him. “I mean, you can always try again. See if it works out differently this time.”
His laughter made my smile grow even wider. “I’m sure you’d love that. Although,” he said, giving my breasts a squeeze, “I’d love it too. My god, Diva, do you realize how beautiful your voice is when you come?”
“Kolton!” My cheeks burned and my entire body grew warm.
“Your voice is always beautiful. But hearing you sing for me, knowing it’s me who made you come, does something to me I can’t explain.”
“You do something to me too, baby. I think I’m going to write a song about you.”
Kolton froze. Ducked his head and pulled me close, hiding himself from my already limited view. “You don’t have to do that, Diva. I’m not worth it.”
I let out a little hum. “Tell that to the thirteen other songs I’ve already written because of you.”
“Diva.” He squeezed me in his arms, then looked up when I turned my head, his mouth meeting mine with a greedy hunger I felt in my soul.
We kissed until I was breathless, until I had to pull away to slow my racing heart.
But there was no slowing down. Kolton’s hands were back on my breasts, kneading and pinching as his cock grew hard again.
I was still weak from my earlier orgasm, but that didn’t keep him from lifting me and sitting up behind me.
From draping my legs around him so I had to hold myself up on his thighs as he palmed my breasts and fucked me from below.