56. Abigail – “Life and love go on, let the music play.” — Johnny Cash
Hours later, Colt went to pick up takeout. We spent the entire afternoon in bed and were exhausted and hungry. Bodie won’t be back until tomorrow, so we wanted to take advantage of the alone time we’d have, which meant lots and lots of orgasms and sex. I was so blissfully happy that I felt like a dark cloud was about to rain on us any minute.
I knew Colt would have to return to the team soon, but we don’t know when we will have another chance to be alone like this. We were milking it. I was getting dressed as Colt walked into his bedroom. Even though no one was here, I felt weird walking downstairs naked to get some water. I loved his house, not going to lie. It was a dream, and walking around naked in it would make it feel that much more like I belonged, but I also knew he had a nanny who came in and out all the time.
“What are you doing?” he says, placing the bag of food down on his nightstand.
“What does it look like,” I said as I pulled my lace panties up underneath the towel.
“I took a quick shower while you were gone. With all the sex we’ve been having. I’m not trying to catch a UTI. I heard they hurt like hell.” I wrapped the towel around my body.
“No pain, no gain. You’re naked until Bodie gets back,” he says, and with a flick of his wrist, my towel drops to the floor.
He stared at my body like he would rather eat me than the food. And for once, I could say I was starving and didn’t even care what I ate or the calories I consumed. Not with the way Colt Killian is looking at me. And if he looks at me like that for the rest of my life, I’ll never go hungry again.
“God, your body, Abigail. It’s my drug. My toxic wish to keep forever.” I smile, but it quickly fades, and he notices since he wraps his arms around me. “But what’s inside makes me want you that much more.” He rubs his erection against my stomach, towering above me.
He gets down on one knee and starts to kiss my belly, tracing it down to my thighs.
“You want me to be naked?” I say as I stand there with my bare breasts with nothing else on but my panties.
“Abso-fucking-lutely” He moves my panties to the side and sucks on my swollen clit. I moan in pleasure. I swear, the more we have sex, the easier it is for me to cum. I never knew that was even possible, but all this friction and stimulation made it so easy for me to get there. I felt like a true Scorpio, empowered with my pussy.
He pulls away and strips out of his clothes. “No clothes for either of us until tomorrow.” My mouth salivates at the site. He was so damn sexy, and I couldn’t believe this specimen of a man wanted me over any other woman on this planet. I was deliriously happy and would have agreed to anything he wanted, so I shrugged and smiled.
“Okay.”
We sat on the bed without a shred of clothing and ate fried chicken, one of his favorites, with mashed potatoes and coleslaw. This was a stretch for me. Eating fried food alone would have had me thinking about running to the toilet or working out an extra hour, but eating it naked made me feela normalcy around eating. I’ve put so much emphasis on food my whole life that I was exhausted but in a different way—tired of trying to be perfect. I trusted Colt loved me, and that meant everything to me. At first, I was hesitant to eat only the coleslaw and nothing else. But he told me I looked more like an athlete than him, and a few pounds wouldn’t hurt me. It only reassured me how much he meant the words he said.
When we were done, I fell back, holding my stomach.
“Oh my God, that was so good.” I rub my belly, and he puts a palm on it, holding it there.
“What? You trying to feel the bump I just created with all the food we ate.” I laugh to myself. He stares down at me, holding his hand over my belly. “One day, this beautiful belly will need to eat for two, so yes, I’m getting used to the feel now.”
I nearly pee myself.
Was I dreaming?
Did he imply that we would be together longer than a few months? And this also implied that he might want to marry me, which was a huge deal since he’d never been married.
“I’m sorry you had to go through all that when I wasn’t here. I know that had to be devastating, and to be quite honest, I’m having a hard time not going over to your parent's house and kicking your dad’s ass, I mean Micheal’sm, for doing those things to you. You were an innocent child!”
My eyes tore from his. It was still hard to believe, but after all this love-making and bonding over food, I told him about what had happened with my family. “He’s not even worth it.”
“Well, you don’t need them. Any of them.”
I look back up at him.
“Because we’ll start our own family one day.”
Tears pricked my eyes, and I couldn’t believe I was hearing what I was hearing. Colt Killian, the NFL quarterback of the Arizona Cardinals, not only wanted me, but he wanted to start a family with me, one of our own.
“Well, let’s just hope it’s a boy.”
“Nuh-uh,” he says. “I want a girl.”
I groan. “She may turn out ug-”
“Don’t you talk about our future daughter like that? She will be beautiful, just like her momma.”
Embarrassment crashes over me as I let my head fall to my hands. Shaking my head back and forth, he breaks my hands-free.
“But before all that, can you do something for me?”
I opened one eye at him. “What? Get off birth control? Are we starting that early? Don’t you think-” He silences me with a finger over my lips.
“No, put that shirt on and-” he jumps off the bed, grabbing a microphone and a guitar.
“I want you to sing for me. I’m not sure which one you wanted, so I got both.”
“You want me to sing for you?” I narrowed my eyes on him.
“That’s what I said. I was going to try and get you to sing Toxic Wishes at the Super Bowl, but I figured that may be too much, and you may even hate me forever after that since you never sang in front of a crowd that big.”
“I would have killed you after I peed my pants.” He laughs that sexy laugh I loved hearing.
“Glad I didn’t go that route then. Now, Put this on and sing for me.”
“Oh, so now you want me to have clothes on?”
“Trust me, you’ll want to have something on for this.”
“What about my panties?”
“Just keep your legs crossed. It can be our little secret.”
“Okay,” I lowered my chin and eyed him suspiciously.
He pulls up a chair as I sit on the edge of the bed.
“You can sing whatever you want. But I would love to hear you sing one of my brother's songs.”
With the guitar in my hand, I froze, slowly lifting my gaze to his. I knew what he was asking. He wanted to mend us all together. Not as a farewell but more of a new beginning, and I know I couldn’t say no. I cleared my throat and played it off, scared to make it a bigger deal than it was, and he would tell me he was kidding and take the guitar back, telling me this was all a joke and kicking me out. I was so used to the things I loved being taken from me that it would take time to get used to them. Used to stability. A home.
“Okay,” I say softly. I stroke the strings as Colt pulls up a chair and sits across from me.
I cleared my throat once more before I started to sing. When Cliff and I worked together, I memorized every lyric and melody, so it all came naturally as my fingers plucked the strings. Closing my eyes, I got lost in the music—the memories—the future. The feeling was so overwhelming that I almost felt as if I was flying at the moment.
When I was finished, my eyes fluttered open, and I saw Colt hold down his phone to his chest and begin typing.
When I come back from my little high, reality hits me, realizing what he’s doing.
“Are you posting that?” I quickly put the guitar on the bed, springing up to grab his phone, but he was too fast. Damn, football practice, I thought.
“You better not be posting that. I look like shit. And I have no bra or underwear on.”
Colt laughs as he holds the phone up above his head and types. I try to tug at both arms, but they are made of steel, so they don’t budge.
“Hell yeah, that’s fucking hot.” He clicks something. And then says. “Done.”
“Please tell me you didn’t post that on social media?”
“Hey, most girls would be happy that I’m claiming them as my own.”
“That’s not what-”
“Besides this time, if anyone has some shitty things to say, they can answer to me. And your voice is amazing, Abigail. You should want the world to hear it. It’s-”
“Oh, whatever, you’re just trying to butter me up so I’m not mad.”
“No, I’m serious. I thought I was talented, but that voice—it’s like silk. You really could be the next Whitney Houston.”
Warmth flutters over me. “Really?” A small smile forms on my lips
“Yes.” He brings me in for a hug, and I notice the time behind him.
“It's 11:11.” I break free from his grip and jump up and down like a little kid. “Our first wish together. We have to make a wish.”
“That’s easy.” He says, taking my hands in his.
“My brother got all your wishes, but I want all your kisses. Now, and forever more, Abigail Asher. Will you give me that?”
“Even my toxic ones?”
“Even better.”