37. Abigail – “Music has healing power. It has the ability to take people out of themselves for a few hours.” — Elton John
37
Abigail
“Music has healing power. It has the ability to take people out of themselves for a few hours.” — Elton John
“Oh my God! I knew it!” Mel screeches into the phone as I pull it away from my ear. At the same time, a crooked smile forms across my lips.
“Are you serious? How was it?” she asks.
“Have you ever sweated from having sex?” I ask her.
“Damn, that good, huh?”
Another laugh leaves me, and I can’t help it. I can’t think straight right now. I’m sure I’m blushing and grateful I’m in my car leaving work.
“It was…” I trail off, “Amazing.”
“Aww, I’m happy for you. It’s mind-blowing. Screwing someone actually good at it.”
“Yes,” Not that Jared was horrible, but now that I have experienced sex with Colt, it’s like a nympho maniac has been released inside of me, and I want it all the time. I am a Scorpio, so I know sex is my power but also my weakness. With Jared, I never craved it. My clit didn’t throb just from the thought of us banging the night before. Colt’s in my head more than anyone has ever been.
“Have fun,” she says with enthusiasm. “Just don’t get knocked up, okay?”
“Why?” I blurt out, realizing how that sounded. “I mean, I’m not planning to. I’m twenty-one.” I turn my left signal on. “But you never said that when I was with Jared?”
“Because you never had mind-blowing sex with Jared.” She says, and I hear shuffling noises in the background. “And you never really had fun with Jared. Just be careful. Because that may be all he’s having, too.”
Is she right? Is that all this is? A fling?
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s a huge upgrade from the douchebag Jared. Instead of draining you dry like he did, he’s replenishing you in more ways than one.” I hear the playfulness in her tone. “You deserve this, and I’m glad you're banging your cousin's ex. I only wish I could see her face when the arrogant, haughty bitch finds out.”
My stomach drops. Guilt sets in, and the fact that this may not go anywhere, maybe it’s best Naomi never finds out. I don't need to burn bridges with my cousin when my family barely recognizes me. I could only imagine what this bit of news would do to run home with the dirty looks and comments.
“Enjoy it while it lasts, babe. Just don’t get your hopes up.”
Don’t get your hopes up.
The problem was, I think they had already been lifted into the sky when I wasn’t paying attention.
The following Wednesday, I had my summer class. And in between today and last week, after Colt fucked me against the kitchen counter, he somehow paid off my car. I was furious when I opened my car loan to see a zero balance. I didn’t talk to Colt all day that day. I couldn’t believe he did that without even telling me. Ten thousand may not be a lot to him, but it was a massive deal to me, and I’ll never be able to repay him that money back. Thoughts of moving out and finding my place consumed me, but not for long. I woke up to his mouth trailing down my body at two o’clock this morning, ending between my legs and remaining there until I came twice. And then we didn’t get back to sleep until four. The man is in fantastic shape. Better than some twenty-one-year-olds, and I’m so tired today, but in the best way possible. Every inch of my body is being used, and it’s hard to concentrate on anything except the need to be with him when I’m not.
I don’t want to fall for him.
I mean, I do, but only once I know what this is. Mel is most likely correct, and this is just a fling. When I got home from class today, no one was there. I’m somewhat grateful since I have so much homework to get caught up on. Finals will be coming soon, and I have been working and picking up shifts to make as much money as possible before the fall semester starts.
My feet are up in the air as I bite on my pencil. I already chewed four pieces of gum, so turning to my pencil would have to suffice as I tried to figure out how to solve this question from biochemistry. Bon Jovi is playing in the background of the tiny apartment when my phone buzzes.
you still mad at me?
I shake my head. I can’t hold back as a smile forms across my face.
Maybe. I still can’t believe you paid off my car without first asking me. I can’t repay you.
Sure you can. I have plenty of ways you can pay me back—winky face. We can start as soon as I get back home.
So this morning didn’t count?
That was the interest you owed me.
I laugh lightly to myself.
Where are you?
Bodie’s Pee Wee football camp. I got held up since they wanted me to help out today and be on the field, which meant I got a lot of recognition from moms, which, in turn, became one big signing fest for their kids, their husbands, and grandchildren. Heck, even their kids, kids.
I laughed out loud on that one.
Oh, the struggles of being a wanted NFL player.
I only want one girl wanting me.
Warmth spread across my body. He says things like this, making me think he thought of this as something more. That’s what I wanted to believe anyway.
After almost two hours of studying and knocking out homework, I decided to take a break. It was nearly six, and the only night I had off. I wish I were doing something more fun than homework, but I told myself it would pay off. I talked to Josh earlier, and he’s been living it up this summer, which made me happy for him, but I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of his carefree life.
Ever since I moved into this apartment, I haven’t seen him as much, which was due to our schedules. If Colt weren’t living here, I wouldn’t see him either. Between work and school this summer, I’ve kept pretty busy. And Colt doing me any chance we got wasn’t exactly freeing up any extra time for friends. I open my app and turn on “ Hurt So Good” on my phone. I decided a nice bubble bath would help me relax, and maybe Colt and Bodie wanted to eat somewhere when they got home. So, I was saving my appetite for dinner. It was the first time I looked forward to eating. For years, I felt like eating was a job or only for my health to stay alive, but now, I think of it as spending time with loved ones.
Love.
I know I couldn’t love Colt, but I liked him. A lot, which makes no sense since I used to hate the sound of his name before I got to know him. I start to undress when I hear a knock on the door. I poke my head out of the bathroom and see Colt opening the door, shutting it behind him, and locking it.
“Thanks for knocking, at least,” I tell him, but he just takes me in. I’m wearing a bra and panties. His eyes turn molten like he’s ready to attack.
“My place, my rules.”
“Oh, is that right?”
He nods his head as he slowly walks over to me.
“If I'm too much trouble, I can get out of your hair. Naomi called me a few days ago and talked about getting a place together.”
He stops in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“She did? When was this?” Colt asks.
“The same day she popped over here. She told me she is thinking about moving out of her parent's house, and since the plan was to move in with Jenna, who’s married now, she thought it would be a good idea if we moved in with one another. She said it made perfect sense since we have known each other our whole lives.”
I unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor, pushing my underwear down my legs. His eyes scale down on me, resting on my breasts—his favorite part. And I soak up the power I have at this moment.
“We have a family friend that owns a house, and he hasn’t had any luck renting it out,” I explain. “She thought it would be great for us to move in. The rent is cheap in exchange for cleaning up the place. A whole house all to ourselves.” I step into the shower, but when I close the door, Colt runs over to me to stop me from closing it. He holds the door open.
“Well, that was thoughtful of her.” He says, not looking at all happy. Then he starts to unbuckle his jeans. Deciding to join me, I guess. “Mm-hmm,” I say innocently. “She’s an angel. So selfless.”
He quirks a brow and steps in, closing the door. We both know Namoi doesn’t have my best interests at heart. She can’t stand me being next to Colt, so she can be helpful all she wants. But what she’s doing is getting me out of the way so she can have Colt all to herself again.
“And what did you say?”
He asks, leaning his head back in the spray and wetting his hair.
“I said I’d think about it.”
“But you can save more money by staying here for a while. So I think that’s a better deal, don’t you?” His gaze turns dark, like a cheetah about to pounce on his helpless prey at any moment.
I laugh to myself, soaping up my body. His motives aren’t exactly selfless, either.
“She was concerned I may be uncomfortable here. Tiny apartment, living with my friend's brother…” I trailed off. “Us here alone. Together,” I explain.
He pushes me back against the wall, and I suck in a breath dropping the loofa. His hands dive in between my legs. He lifts my knee, opening me for him. He softly and slowly rubs my clit in circles. Making my knees go weak.
“Are you uncomfortable?” His voice was low and husky.
“No,” my breath shakes. “But maybe you miss having this place to yourself. You and Bodie, and renting out the house. Maybe she thought I was inconveniencing you.”
His heated eyes bore into mine, and he shook his head slowly. “I just realized something.”
“What?” I say through a breath.
“If you leave, I won’t have everything I need in my apartment.” He increases his speed. Hovering his mouth over mine. He then slips a finger inside me. I gasp as he closes his mouth on mine, kissing me soft and slow as he enters my body again and again. His tongue flips my top lip, and then he whispers.
“Coming home to this is addictive. How can I not want it?” He pulls out of me and slides back in, two fingers this time. Slow and gentle. As he pins me to the wall, I let my head fall back as he watches my face. God, he’s good. I reach in between us and start stroking his cock.
“She’s right to watch out for you, Abigail.” He says, biting my bottom lip.
“Your too innocent for all the fucking stuff I want to do to you.”
“I’m not that innocent.”
“Is that right?” he says.
“Some may call me toxic.” I'm not sure where that came from, so I ignored the question mark resting on my head.
“Yeah?” he pulls his fingers out. He grabs the backs of my thighs, lifting me and pressing me into the wall. His cock is long, complicated, and ready, and I feel it is teasing my entrance.
Yes
“Hey, Dad,” we both lift our heads. Colt drops me to the floor.
“Shit,” Colt whispers.
“Dad, are you in here?” He shakes his head, signaling for me to speak.
“Hey, Bodie,” I shout.
“Abigail?” His little boy's voice calls out, and my heart nearly bursts.
“Yeah, buddy.”
“Have you seen my dad? He said he would make me some dessert before bedtime, but the movie he put on was frozen on the screen. I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Oh, uh, well, I’ll be right out. I can help you.”
Colt signals to continue.
“And no, I haven’t seen Colt. He may be in the bathroom. You know how he likes to take long restroom breaks.”
“Yeah, he’s so gross.”
I laugh, and Colt covers his mouth to keep him from being heard.
“Go back inside, and I’ll be right there. Okay?”
“Okay,” Bodie says in a chipper tone.
We hear a door slam, and Colt drops his head on my shoulder. The heat of the moment passes as embarrassment fills its place.
Thanks, Bodie. I thought.
I knew he had no idea, so it was hard for me to be mad. Instead, a burst of laughter filled my chest as I tried to hold back how close we were to getting caught. I felt so naughty but also turned on at the same time.
“I thought you locked the door?” I asked.
“I thought I did, too,” he says.
“To be continued, I guess?” I ask
Colt looks down at his hard rock erection. “Yes, because I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”