Chapter Eleven #3
He placed firm fingers on her shoulders, letting them slide down her arms, bringing them around until his hands were cupping her heavy breasts. He grazed a fingertip over her large sensitive nipples, pinching them until she pressed into him, releasing a deep moan into the steamy room.
The sound went straight to his dick. He was instantly hard. But this moment wasn’t about him. It was about her.
He let his hand travel down her sides to her thighs, until his fingers were parting her folds. Her nub was already plump and ready for his touch and he wasted no time rubbing gentle fingers over it, loving the instinctive jerk her hips made, chasing the movement of his digits, trying to get more.
When he pulled his fingers away, she moaned a long, “Please, Colton,” and his cock throbbed at the delicious sound of her longing.
“Do you have any fucking idea how much it pleases me to take care of you? How hard it makes me knowing you’re begging so pretty for me?”
He slid his fingers inside her and started a slow pace, loving the way her muscles gripped them.
“God your pussy is so tight. You can’t understand how I damn near lose my mind when I’m buried inside of you and you’re squeezing the fucking life out of me.”
He increased his speed between her spread legs, wrapping his remaining arm around the front of her shoulders, keeping her bound as she began to grind down on his two fingers, begging him for more.
He added a third finger, and circled his thumb around her clit. The desperate sound that escaped her lips signaled how close she was to falling over the edge, but they weren’t finished yet.
The only time Seneca let him in was in these moments where her need outweighed her control.
“So close, Colton, please.”
“No, not yet. Not until you hear me. Nothing gives me more pleasure than taking care of you. Whether that’s fucking you until your body molds to the shape of mine, whether that’s stroking this pretty cunt of yours until you come all over my fingers, or whether that’s helping you deal with your past or your present. ”
He continued to rub slow circles over her clit. The pressure was enough to keep her need building, but not enough to bring her to completion.
“Do you understand me?”
She nodded, and he continued the same slow, torturous motion.
“Not good enough. I want your words. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she moaned. The sound was so deep and rich it made his cock throb.
“You are not a burden. I am here for you. Whatever it is, you bring it to me.”
He sped up his motions and her moans turned into the most delicious cries of pleasure.
“I want it all, baby. Everything. Give me everything.”
Her hands grabbed his thighs, her nails digging into the wet flesh as she broke apart in his arms while her orgasm ripped through her.
The spasms were so strong, her jerking body sloshed the water all round them.
He didn’t know if it managed to splash over the rim of the tub because he was too busy watching her beautiful body ride the wave of her release.
And when her body finally stilled against his, and she pulled his arms around her, as if seeking the solace of his embrace, he knew he’d finally made his point.
He was here to provide everything she needed.
He got them out of the tub, dried them off and lotioned them both up before wrapping them each in fluffy towels. He took a quick look at her tired form and gave himself a mental kick for waking her. With everything she was dealing with, she needed as much sleep as she could get.
He picked her up and carried her to her bed, carefully placing her under the covers. “Where is your bonnet or headscarf?”
“The nightstand, right here.”
He pulled open the drawer and found a satin scarf inside of it. He folded it into a triangle and tied it quickly over her head.
For a moment, he was back at home and his father was reminding him as he walked out of the door to start his shift as a sheriff’s deputy to make sure his mama didn’t fall asleep on the couch when she came in from work.
Your mama works hard. It’s your job to take care of her when I’m not around.
She’ll wake up with a crick in her neck if she sleeps on that raggedy couch. So, make sure she gets to bed.
Sure enough when his mother came in tired from working at the hospital, she’d call herself sitting on the couch to rest for a minute. The next thing, she’d nod off, forgetting to wrap up her tresses to protect them from the fabric on the sofa pillows.
He’d go in her room, come running back with her scarf, tie her hair up, and walk her to her bed so she could get some sleep in her own bed like his daddy told him to.
And every morning when his dad would return home, he’d ask if Colton took care of his mother and his answered would always be, Just like you told me to, sir.
His father wasn’t here to tell him taking care of Seneca was his job. But that didn’t mean he felt any less obligated to.
She snuggled under the covers, and when he climbed into the bed next to her, he pulled her into his embrace. “You tie a headscarf like you’ve done this before.”
“I’m an only son who was taught to dote on the women in my life by my dad. That sometimes included tying my mother’s hair up when she fell asleep on the couch after a double shift at the hospital.”
“So, you do have a savior complex?”
Her question grated on him slightly. “I don’t get off on saving people, Seneca. I do, however, believe that when you care about someone, you show them by taking care of them.”
She settled her head on his chest and the weight made him feel settled. “Let me find out you’re a mama’s boy.”
He tightened his arms around her, loving the way she fit against him. Her heat warming the parts of him he thought were frozen and numb all these years. “Without a lick of shame, I can tell you I most certainly am.”
He chuckled, running his finger over her shoulder. “Sophie Adams is the strongest woman I know, and she would do anything to see her baby boy happy.”
“So, a spoiled mama’s boy?”
He reached under the covers and pinched the smooth skin at the curve of her ass. The way she wiggled to get free of him placed his hard cock firmly in the crease between her cheeks.
“I don’t want to talk about my mama right now.”
She turned over, facing him, lifting her eyes up until they were staring directly into his.
“What do you want to do then?”
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip and let it travel until it caressed the elegant line of her neck and proceeded until it lovingly stroked her collarbone.
“I want to make love to you until we’re both too exhausted to do anything but sleep. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms so you’ll know the only hands that touch you while you sleep will be mine.”
She lifted her hand until it rested on his peck.
The touch wasn’t meant to arouse, but she didn’t need to touch him to make his body ache for her.
Just the thought of her made his blood race.
With her pressed against him filling his arms with her luscious body, it was a miracle he hadn’t already blown his load.
“The way you talk to me”—she closed her eyes as if meeting his gaze was too much for her in that moment—“I almost believe that you believe the things you say.” She opened her eyes, the fire of her need burning bright in their depths. “At least I want to believe you do.”
“You can believe it. But don’t worry yourself about that now. I’m willing to keep doing whatever it is you need me to do until you know it here.”
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead. “And here.” He bent down, kissing the dark brown skin over her heart, letting his mouth linger there.
“Why do you care what I believe? You’ve already gotten what you want. Sweet-talking me isn’t necessary to get between my thighs again.”
Her words were as strong as any punch he’d taken to the jaw, snapping his head back in recoil. He circled her wrist with his finger, wrapping his hand around it as he looked down at her. “If you don’t know the answer to that, Seneca. Then I’m wasting my time here.”
Her eyes were wide with equal parts doubt and hope and even though a small piece of his heart tore at the seams watching her work through her mistrust, it still swelled with anticipation because he could see her desire to let her walls crumble.
“This isn’t a game to me. I’m here because I want to be and I talk to you with respect because I care for you.
I don’t know how the last man in your life treated you, and frankly, I don’t need to.
Because as long as you allow me the pleasure of your company, you will never feel like there’s anyone else in the room but you. ”
She bit her lip, like she was unsure how to respond. “Would you be terribly upset if we didn’t make love tonight? I… I really just want to fall asleep in your arms.”
“Upset?” He slid down, turning on his side and instructing her to do the same.
When she did, he placed a gentle but firm hand on her hip and pulled her against him.
“Didn’t you hear me in that tub when I said I want it all?
I want to be the man you come to for all your needs.
Including when all you need is for me to become your human pillow. ”
She snuggled against him, reaching behind her and grabbing his arm, wrapping it around herself. “Careful, Ranger. If you keep this up, I might get used to all this attention.”
“Good.” He nuzzled the soft skin on her shoulder. “That’s the plan.”
When he looked at her again, her breathing steadied and her body relaxed. She quietly slipped into slumber wrapped up in him, making him feel like the strongest man in the world.
This is how you should always look.
And if he had his way, she always would.