Chapter Forty-Three
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
COLTON
M y body feels absolutely numb and alive all at the same time. And it’s not because I was shot, or from all the pain killers that are now coursing through my body, it’s because my lips are on Leena’s, and I never want to let her go.
I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve kissed someone. But not like this.
It’s never been like this.
When she started going off on one of her adorable little rants, I couldn’t believe the words she was saying. And sure, maybe I should have let her finish, but I heard all I needed to. That Leena has fallen for me, and the guys are okay with it.
My mouth moves against hers, tasting every inch of her for the first time. And she tastes so fucking good. I want all of her, need all of her. I internally curse the fact that I’m fucking injured and can’t take her the way my body is craving to right now.
Can’t let my dominant side come out and play with her. And fuck, does it want to. Sex is one thing, but she just gave me her.
Now, I want to fucking claim her.
“Leena, please. I need you,” I grind out, breathing between kisses and letting my hands run from her face down to her neck, ghosting my thumbs over her throat. I feel her shiver from the contact.
She likes when I touch her there. Interesting .
I can’t wait to find out all the places she loves to be touched. My fingers start to trail lower, but she reaches up, stopping my hand.
“I need you too. But we should get cleaned up first, and I have to check your stitches,” she says, those big dark eyes full of concern.
Concern for me.
I look down, realizing that I’m still wearing the basketball shorts and T-shirt she helped me into back in the chopper.
How could I fucking forget that? I smile at the memory, then frown, realizing she’s right. The bandage has already soaked all the way through my clothes.
“Please fucking tell me that involves both of us getting naked in the same room,” I plead, intertwining my fingers with hers and kissing her again.
I don’t usually feel the need to beg for sex. I’ve never had to. But everything is different with Leena. I will gladly tell my dominant side to take a hike so I can crawl across the fucking ground to be with her.
“Oh, I’m getting you naked, Colton Fisher,” she says, and I smile against her lips. “Now quit kissing me so I can help you hobble down the hall.” She pulls away.
“You underestimate me if you think I can’t manage both at the same time,” I tease. And I fucking love the way she rolls her eyes.
She drapes my arm over her shoulders and we laugh as we stagger our way out of the room. God, I’m pathetic.
But I don’t fucking care.
When we get to the bathroom, my hip is fucking throbbing. I barely notice it. Leena helps me sit on the edge of the large jacuzzi bathtub, then turns on the water, letting it fill while she gathers some towels. I watch her every movement, because it’s the first time I’ve ever allowed myself to.
I pause at that thought.
I was so caught up in our moment before, that I suddenly feel the need to make sure we can actually go through with this. As much as I need to be with Leena, I don’t know how I can take this any further if Sebastian and Luke aren’t okay with it.
“What exactly did the guys tell you?”
The corners of her mouth tick up, which is… encouraging.
“They said they wanted me to have anything that makes me happy,” she says, turning to face me. “You make me happy, Colton. They saw that before I did.” She smiles softly.
God, she’s beautiful.
Then she blushes, turning away quickly to dig through the med kit.
“What?” I chuckle. “What else did they say?”
“Nothing,” she says, glancing at me, but she’s fucking smirking.
“Leena…” I urge, and she takes a breath.
“They said…” She bites her lip, only half facing me and definitely not looking at me. “That I could fuck you in front of them. Or, if I wanted all three of you to fuck me, it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done something like that with you…” she trails off, busying herself with something else in that goddamn bag.
I stare at her.
Is this fucking happening?
Not only are my two best friends okay with me fucking their woman, but they’re willing to fuck her with me . And by her reaction, she seems super fucking into that.
Holy Shit.
Leena walks back over, setting a waterproof bandage and a wet rag down beside me, then helping me to my feet.
I tower over her, and I fucking love it. She looks up at me, clearly trying to gauge my reaction to this newfound information.
I decide to make my feelings perfectly fucking clear.
I quickly grab her throat, enjoying how far around it my fingers wrap and pull her closer to me. Her pulse quickens beneath my palm and I drop my voice to a tone she’s only heard me use once before.
Because I need to know right fucking now if she’s okay with this too.
My jaw clenches. I straighten, my stance dominant, injury be damned.
“Why. The. Fuck. Am I just now hearing this?” I growl out, enjoying how her eyelids flutter and her mouth drops open.
She can’t be that surprised, she saw me like this at the club. I guess it’s different, being up close. But I need her to see all of me, know all of me. Because this is who I am.
“ Fuck ,” she breathes out, and I continue.
“I won’t always make you smile or laugh when I fuck you, Leena. Are you sure you still want me? Even when I’m like this?” I grind out, squeezing just a bit harder.
Her perfect mouth parts, and her eyes darken with lust.
Not fear.
I narrow my eyes, cocking my head and gripping just a little harder. I watch this woman watch me.
See me.
Her eyes dare me to squeeze harder, so I do.
“Fuck yes,” she breathes out, her voice strained. “I want you like this. And I want a fucking harness.”
I close my eyes, sucking in a long breath and letting my hand relax to a gentle caress as I settle my forehead against hers.
“Leena?” I say with a strained sort of patience.
“Yeah?”
“Get that bandage on me right fucking now. I need you naked,” I say, slamming my mouth against hers.
She’s as frantic as I am, kissing me and clawing at my shirt until we are forced apart so she can get it over my head.
I rest my hands against the tub to support myself as she gently works my shorts over my wound then lets them drop to the floor. She lets out a little gasp when she finds just how much our conversation turned me on. I chuckle, then lift up my arm so she can get in closer to clean the wound and put on the bandage.
She helps me into the tub, then down into the shallow water, and holy fuck it hurts. It hurts fucking everywhere. But I’m not about to let that little fact stop me from enjoying the sight of Leena naked for the first time.
I take a steadying breath, then look over at her, standing beside the tub.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous with her clothes on. My heart might just stop entirely when she takes them off.
Fucking worth it.
She grabs the bottom of her shirt and slowly starts pulling upward, revealing her perfectly toned stomach. One I know she works hard for, since she’s just as competitive as the guys. And when she pulls it over her head, my breath completely stops.
Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra. I know she never does, but fuck.
I’m staring at the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. How can everything about her be so perfect?
She slides her pants down, then tosses them aside as she straightens. I let out a strained breath as I take in the sight of her perfect fucking body.
And she shaves. Completely.
It isn’t something I’ve ever required of my submissives, I think anyway you trim it is beautiful, but just knowing this particular Leena fun fact when no one else does makes my heart rate do something.
And then I fucking see it.
Holy. Fucking fuck.
I sit up straight, way too fast, to get a better look, then immediately let out a pained groan when the motion causes so much pain to shoot through my body that I actually feel a little dizzy for a second there.
“Colton, if you’re going to keep hurting yourself like that, I’m putting my clothes back on,” she warns.
“No!” I plead through clenched teeth as I grip the edge of the tub. “Never put them back on. Holy fuck, Leena. You could’ve warned me you have a fucking clit piercing. Were you trying to give me a goddamn heart attack?” I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut until the pain is back to manageable.
I open them, then stare again.
Yup. It’s still there.
Fuck.
“I thought it would be a fun surprise,” she says.
Touché.
She steps into the large tub then kneels slowly to straddle me, being careful of my wound.
I watch her every movement.
I’m a little afraid my cock might actually stay stuck like this forever. Because the image of a naked Leena straddling me in a bathtub won’t be leaving my mind.
Ever.
“Leena, I need you to understand how upset I am that I’m injured right now,” I say, every word strained.
“There will be plenty of time for us to play with all the toys in your very large go-bag once you’re healed,” she says and my cock fucking aches at the thought.
“Fuck, Leena. That’s not helping,” I say through clenched teeth.
My tension softens when I feel her fingers brush over my cheek, then move back to gently pull my hair tie from its place.
She helps me slide down further into the tub. Our eyes stay locked, even as she runs her slender fingers through my tangled hair under the water.
I realize now that I could stare at her for hours.
Looking at her like this was not something I could ever do, and now? I don’t ever want to stop.
I wince as she helps me back up, then she leans back to get her own hair wet. And new Leena fun fact , she’s flexible.
Of fucking course she is.
When she sits up, the water trickles over her breasts, down her stomach, and my eyes land on the scar at her side. I knew it was there, but I’ve never seen it.
I reach up, letting my fingers brush over it. I know how it got there. One morning over coffee she told me the whole story. How the man came into the coffee shop to kill her, and how Sebastian and Luke saved her. My heart aches at the thought of how this beautiful woman would not be here, naked and sitting on top of me, if they hadn’t saved her.
I wouldn’t be sitting here either if she hadn’t covered me back there.
How my two best friends wouldn’t be alive if she hadn’t shot The Jack of Spades.
This woman is a fucking warrior, and she has the scar to prove it.
She places her hand on the back of mine, pressing my palm against her skin. Against her scar. She looks down at me with understanding, knowing what I went through too. Because I’ve told her. I’ve never told anyone about my childhood, about what my father did to me. Not even Sebastian and Luke know the whole story.
But Leena does.
“God, Leena, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper as she takes my hand and runs it up her stomach until our joined hands are covering her breast. And fuck. “How are you so goddamn soft?” I grind out, running my thumb over her skin, then brushing it over her nipple. She lets out a gasp, and my cock is absolutely throbbing for her right now. She must notice, because she looks down to where it stands proudly between us.
“Colton, I need you inside me. Please tell me you’re clean?” Her pleading eyes meet mine.
“I’m clean. Please tell me you’re on a contraceptive?” I beg, because I don’t want her leaving for even the short time it would take to find the condoms in my bag.
“I can’t get pregnant,” she breathes. An odd way to phrase it, I consider, but the end result is the same.
She leans forward, kissing me so passionately that it almost distracts me from how her hand moves to my cock.
Almost.
She grips me tight and I fucking moan from having this woman finally touching me. I close my eyes as she guides me to her entrance. I let out a heavy breath when the head of my cock barely slips inside of her.
She’s so fucking soft and tight and–
“Holy fuck, Leena,” I cry out when she fucking sits down, sliding all the way onto my length like it’s a perfect fucking fit.
I’m panting now, because I’ve never had a woman take all of me that fucking quickly. Never had a woman this fucking wet for me.
“God, Colt. You’re so fucking big,” she gasps out.
“You okay?” I ask, my eyes shooting open. But when I see her face, there’s only pleasure there. She smiles at my question.
“More than okay. And you need to know I’m a little more than pissed at your injury right now too. I hate that I have to ride you slowly this first time,” she says.
And then she starts moving.
“Oh, fuck, Leena,” I tip my head back, my mouth parting as she does just that. She rides me fucking slow, sure, but the way she’s rolling her hips, pulling herself up and back down? It doesn’t feel fucking slow at all. It feels like this woman could make me come in one fucking stroke if she really tried.
I know for a fact I won’t last long. So I drag my eyes open, watching her as she moves, not wanting to miss a single second of this. I let my hands drift down her stomach, then brush my thumb over her piercing. I groan.
“You like it?” she asks.
“Like it? Fuck, Leena. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, moving both my thumbs lower and letting them take turns at her clit, my fingers digging into her perfect hip bones.
She starts making this little gasping noise, and it’s the best sound in the fucking world. And this time I’m not stuck on the other side of the wall.
This time, her sounds of pleasure are just for me.
I press harder, and it takes me no time at all before her body arches and her pussy is fucking clenching around my cock.
“Come with me, Colton. Please, come with me,” she pleads.
I wasn’t fucking planning on it so soon, but fuck , her words and the way she cries out as her body shakes with pleasure throws me over the fucking edge.
So I come with her.
I sit up, holding this woman I think I love closer to me. I let out a gasp into her chest. My eyes dart to watch where our bodies are joined together and I thrust up into her one last time, feeling nothing but pleasure in this shared moment between us.
We’re both still, our breathing ragged.
I lean back, pulling her with me. She rests her cheek on my chest, and I close my eyes, feeling her naked body pressed gently against me. I let my hands brush languidly over her perfect back, the aftershock of our orgasms still pulsing through our bodies.
“Thank you for seeing me,” I whisper into her hair. She turns to stare up at me curiously, so I continue. “Do you know what women usually say to me after they see my show?”
“What?” she asks, searching my eyes.
“They ask me if I make a lot of money doing it. Or, they ask if they can come to bed with me. You–” I say, bumping her nose with mine, making her smile. “You told me it was beautiful.”