5. Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Colton
T he weight of this moment presses down on me, heavy and charged with a raw, electric energy.
My girl is beneath me, looking as innocent as she ever will again. Smooth, long hair is splayed out beneath her, her beautiful eyes locked on mine. I can feel the heat radiating from her skin, the soft rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath.
This has all happened so quickly. But it feels too goddamn perfect.
I grip my cock, lining myself up at her entrance, my heart hammering against my ribs.
My muscles tense as I push forward, the tip of my cock pressing against her tight, slick heat. She gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I sink into her, inch by agonizing inch. Her walls clamp down around me, hot and wet, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then and there.
"Fuck, Tessa," I growl, my voice rough with need. "You feel so damn good."
Her eyes flutter closed, her head falling back against the rug as I stretch her, filling her completely.
I want to go slow, to savor every second of this, but the primal need inside me is clawing at my insides, demanding I take her hard and fast. That I make her mine in every way possible.
I pause, buried to the hilt, giving her a moment to adjust.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Do you want me to stop?"
She shakes her head, her fingers tightening on my shoulders.
"No," she breathes. "Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop."
That’s all I need to hear.
With a growl, I start to move, pulling out slowly before driving back in, the slick, tight heat of her pussy gripping me like a fucking vise. She cries out, her hips lifting to meet mine as I set a steady rhythm, each thrust deep and hard, claiming her in a way no man ever has.
Her nails rake down my back, her body arching into mine as I take her, my hands gripping her hips, squeezing her plump ass as I pull her sexy body closer with every thrust.
The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, the crackling of the fire, the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies coming together in a primal, desperate dance.
"Fuck," I groan, the tight, velvety grip of her pussy sending shocks of pleasure through me. "You’re so fucking tight, Tessa. So perfect."
She moans, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper, urging me to go harder. Faster.
And I do.
I give her everything. Every inch, every ounce of strength, every bit of control I have left.
I will give her what she wants. If she needs to be worshipped, I’m her man. If she wants to be tied up, I’m there. I’ll cross that damn list off with this woman if it’s the last fucking thing I do.
Her cries grow louder, filling my cabin with her moans. She climbs higher and higher, teetering on the edge of her release, my balls fucking tightening as she constricts my cock. I can feel her walls fluttering around me, her slick heat pulling me deeper, drawing me down, down, down on top of her.
"Cum for me, Tessa," I command, my voice as rough as my thrusts. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."
Her eyes fly open, locking onto mine as her orgasm crashes through her, her body convulsing around me, squeezing me tight. A strangled cry rips from her throat, her nails digging into my skin as she cums, the sight of her lost in pleasure pushing me over the edge.
I thrust into her one last time, burying myself deep as my own release hits me, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with every drop of my seed. I groan, my body shuddering with the force of it, my vision going white as I cum harder than I ever have before.
I collapse onto her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling as we lie there, tangled together.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, just holding each other, the fire crackling softly beside us. But as I lie there, feeling her heart beat against mine, I know one thing for sure.
Tessa is mine.
***
The next day, I find myself in the last place I ever thought I’d be.
Rachel has organized a rehearsal dinner, some kind of pre-wedding gathering that’s packed with festive decorations and holiday cheer.
Not exactly my scene.
I’d rather be back up in my cabin with Tessa, crossing off her list and filling every sweet hole of hers. I’m pretty sure that’s on her list, isn’t it?
But Tessa asked me to come tonight. And I’m starting to realize there isn’t much I’d say no to when it comes to her.
There’s a stiff breeze blowing as we approach the entrance to the local tavern, a favorite spot for people in Falls Creek. The old brick building is decked out in holiday décor, matching the rest of the town with twinkling lights. Not to mention the fucking tinsel on every surface.
Tessa walks beside me as we enter the venue, her hand slipping into mine like it belongs there. I give it a gentle squeeze, and she responds with a firmer grip, her small palm pressing against mine.
The tavern is packed. From one wall to the other, there are voices buzzing around us, all mixed with the jingle of Christmas music and laughter. My nose lifts as the warm smell of mulled wine teases my nose, pulling me forward toward the bar.
We don’t quite make it all the way before Rachel approaches us, her eyes going wide when she sees us together.
A smirk tugs at her lips as she takes in the sight of my arm around Tessa’s waist, holding her close to my side.
“Well, this is a surprise,” Rachel says, her gaze flicking between us. “Look at you two, all cozy together.”
I give her a tight smile. "Just making sure she gets here in one piece.”
Rachel’s eyes narrow, amusement gleaming in their depths. "Is that what we’re calling it now?"
Tessa’s cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink, and she looks down, clearly embarrassed. But there’s a glimmer in her eyes when she glances up at me, a spark that tells me she’s just as caught up in this as I am.
"Colton's just being nice," Tessa says, trying to brush it off. "Besides, I dragged him here.”
Rachel laughs, giving her sister a knowing look. "Well, I’m glad you’re here, Colton. I need a little help with something in the back. Can you help Franklin lift something for me?"
I frown, trying my best to hide it.
There’s something about Rachel that I don’t trust. And the way she’s looking at me, like I don’t belong here, or I’m an intrusion to her event… I don’t like it. Not one little bit.
“Alright,” I nod, glancing to Tessa. “Will you be alright?”
Rachel grabs Tessa’s arm and pulls her away from me. “She’ll be fine. Franklin is just through those doors. Thanks, Colton. You’re a real hero.”
I glance at Tessa, who gives me a small smile. Squeezing her hand, I release it and feel the loss of her warmth immediately.
Is Rachel just trying to get me away from Tessa? It wouldn’t be the first time someone has tried to play interference. But then again, maybe it is just a simple request?
As I walk away through the crowded room, I can’t help but glance back to Tessa. Rachel has her hands on her shoulders, her eyes locked on her as she talks passionately in her face.
With a twisting feeling in my gut, I follow Rachel’s directions, heading toward the back room where Franklin is waiting. The door creaks as I push it open, and I find him standing there, hands on his hips, surveying a few stacked tables that need to be moved.
“Oh, hey, Colton!” Franklin says with a surprised look. “Rachel roped you into helping me, huh?”
“Something like that,” I reply with a smirk, stepping up to the tables. “What’s the plan?”
“We need to get these tables out of here and set up for the rehearsal dinner,” he explains, grabbing one end.
I take the other side, and together we maneuver the tables through the narrow doorway and into the hall, setting them up near the other arranged seating.
It’s a quick job, moving a few more tables and adjusting the layout until it meets Rachel’s specifications. The whole time, I can’t shake the nagging feeling that Rachel orchestrated this just to get me away from Tessa.
Once the tables are in place, Franklin thanks me again, and I make my way back to the main room. Scanning the crowd, it doesn’t take long to spot my girl. She’s seated at a table, those big, beautiful eyes looking around the room as if searching for me.
When her eyes land on mine, she gives a small, relieved smile. I stride over, my eyes never leaving hers as I pull out the chair beside her.
Glancing down at Tessa, I catch the nervous flicker in her eyes.
"You okay?" I ask, frowning.
She nods. "Yeah. It’s just… Rachel can be a bit much sometimes."
I chuckle, leaning down to brush a kiss against her temple. "She’s just looking out for you. Can’t blame her for that."
I swallow down what I really want to say.
Soon enough, the room begins filling up and the tables I helped lay out are filled with people dressed up in suits and long gowns. Some bread is served, and I talk quietly with Tessa as some guests settle in the seats around the table where we’re sitting.
The room begins to hum with the low murmur of conversation and the clinking of silverware against plates. Around us, waiters and waitresses move gracefully between the tables, pouring wine into crystal glasses and setting down plates of appetizers. A rich savory aroma of roasted meats and herbs begins to circulate and soon, we’re all eating a delicious meal.
"That's Aunt Clara over there, the one in the green dress," Tessa says as we eat, nodding toward a lively woman at the front of the room. "She’s always the life of the party. I wouldn’t be surprised if she gives a speech at the wedding."
I follow her gaze, taking in the older woman gesturing animatedly as she speaks with a group of people. Next to her is a man in a navy suit, raising a glass in a toast.
"And that's Uncle George with her," Tessa continues, a fond smile on her lips. "He’ll probably try to tell a joke during the toasts. They’re a bit of a duo. Kinda cute, really."
I smirk, turning back to her. "Looks like we’re in for some entertainment then."
She laughs lightly, and I notice how her shoulders relax a bit. "Yeah, it’s going to be interesting. There are supposed to be a few speeches tonight before they serve dessert."
As the waitstaff flits around, serving more drinks and topping up glasses, I catch glimpses of other guests raising their forks, their faces lighting up as they take in the festive atmosphere. It’s a lively scene, but all I can focus on is the woman beside me.
Every time I look at her, all I can think about is last night.
The way she felt wrapped around me, her body trembling with need. She’s so fucking sexy. So perfect in every way. It’s driving me insane, this pull I feel toward her, like a magnet I can’t resist.
Reaching across, I slide my hand in hers and give it a squeeze. The corners of her mouth lift and I move my hand across the silky fabric of her dress. It’s so smooth beneath my rough hands and I can’t help but give her thick thigh a greedy squeeze.
As I massage Tessa’s leg beneath the table, Rachel introduces a friend from high school who is part of her bridal party at the front of the room. There’s an applause, and I take the moment to lean across to Tessa and whisper in her ear.
“Are you wet for me?”
Tessa snaps her neck around to look at me. “What?”
I move my hand up her thigh, dipping between her legs and squeezing the inside of her thigh. “I said, are you wet?”
She tries to look away, to concentrate on the speech happening at the front of the room. But her eyes dart to mine, wide and full of that innocent curiosity that makes my cock twitch in my pants.
"Colton," she whispers, her voice breathy as she tries to focus on what's happening around us.
But I can see it—she’s just as distracted as I am.
I don’t say anything, just give her a slow, teasing grin as I let my hand inch higher, slipping beneath the hem of her dress. Her skin is warm, so smooth and tempting as I reach further and further.
Her breath hitches, her eyes darting around the room as if someone might notice. But no one’s paying us any attention. They're all too busy with the speeches and laughter.
With my heart pounding inside my chest, my fingers slide further up her thigh, finding the edge of her panties. I glance at her, catching the way her lips part, a soft gasp escaping as I push the fabric aside, teasing the slick folds of her pussy.
Fuck.
She's wet already, soaking my fingers as I circle her clit with a slow, deliberate touch.
"Oh God," she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping open again, the fear of being caught making her pulse quicken under my touch.
"Do you like that?" I whisper in her ear, leaning closer. "Knowing someone could see us? That someone could find out just how fucking wet you are for me right now?"
She moans softly, her body arching toward me, seeking more.
"Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I like it."
A dark thrill rushes through me at her words. I want to make her cum right here, in front of all these people, to show her just how much I can give her.
I push my fingers inside her, feeling her tight walls squeeze around me as I start to move, slow and steady. Her eyes fly open, her hand gripping my arm as she struggles to keep her composure, to keep the moans bubbling in her throat from spilling out.
"You have to be quiet," I murmur, my voice low and teasing. "We wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, would we?"
She shakes her head, biting down on her lip. I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that spot that makes her squirm.
Maybe her sister is right? Maybe I’m not good news? Maybe I’m going to get Tessa in a lot of trouble.
And maybe it will all be worth it.
"Good girl," I praise, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that have her hips bucking against my hand. "You’re doing so well. Taking my fingers like a good little slut, aren’t you?"
Her eyes widen at the intensity of my words. I start to wonder if it’s too much, that is until I feel her moisture pool and a gasp slips from her lips. Her whole body shudders, her ass sliding on the base of the chair, her movements grinding her soaked walls down on my fingers.
She’s so close. I can feel it. She’s right there, teetering on the brink of release.
All my horny girl needs is a little push.
"Cum for me, Tessa," I whisper, my voice a low growl in her ear. "Cum for me right here, in front of everyone. Show them who you belong to."
Her eyes flutter closed, her whole body going taut as she falls apart, a soft cry slipping from her lips as her orgasm crashes through her. I keep moving, keep rubbing her clit as she rides the wave, her pussy squeezing around my fingers, drenching me with her release as an applause rips through the room.
She bites down on her lip, the speech in front of us finishing and the rooms focus quickly turning back to their plates.
Tessa’s gripping the edge of the table, trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure, her whole body trembling as the guests at our table comment on the ‘lovely speech’ we just heard.
Tessa is squirming in her chair, begging me to let her go.
But she’s so close.
So damn close.
And then, finally I get to watch her come undone.
Her body shakes, any attempt to hide her orgasm is perfected, sending a rush of pride and possessive satisfaction through me. When she finally comes down, she looks at me, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of awe and embarrassment.
I just smile, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips.
"Good girl," I murmur against her mouth, feeling her shiver beneath me. "You did so well."
Her cheeks flush, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"I can’t believe we just did that," she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves.
"I can’t get enough of you, Tessa. And I’m not done with you yet."
She swallows hard, her eyes darkening with desire as she realizes what that means.
But there’s something else there too. Something that makes my chest tighten with a strange, unfamiliar emotion. I look up and know exactly what is making me feel uncomfortable.
Rachel is staring across the room, eyes locked on me.
Her gaze isn't just protective; it's wary. Almost like a silent warning. It's clear she doesn’t trust me, doesn’t trust what’s happening between Tessa and me.
And a part of me knows this is going to be a problem.