Chapter 19 #2
“Yeah, baby, how could I forget any of them when I had you and our kids right by my side?”
I cock my head. “Are you being sappy, Colton Creed? We’re by your side every day. There’s no way you can remember every minute you have us there.”
“I love it when my wife challenges me,” he says drily.
Then, sliding his hands up my thighs and around to take hold of my ass, he clarifies, “What I should have said is that I can’t forget the moments when we stood there and recorded the kids’ heights because making those kids with you, and raising them with you, and loving them with you, is the best part of my life.
So, marking those milestones rates high on my memory list.”
“I’m just going to repeat myself; I love you.”
He gives me his lips again before saying, “I love you too.”
Squeezing my legs around his tighter, I slide myself to the edge of the counter so my body is pressed hard to his. “Are you going to answer my question?”
“I already answered it.”
He’s right; he did. So, I reword my question. “Do you remember how you fucked me that night?”
He dips his face, kissing his way down to my throat while lifting my shirt.
Once he’s got it off me, he trails kisses down to my breast. “I do,” he says with that deep, sexy tone of his that’s been all mine for eight years.
“I remember”—he pulls one of my bra cups to the side to give him access to my breast—“putting Knox to bed and coming back down here to find you covered in flour.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, treating me to his tongue for a few moments.
“The air con was broken. You were hot and cranky. And fucking demanding.” He grins.
It’s the sexiest kind of grin. The kind that does good things to every cell in my body.
“You made me bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you like a savage.”
I grab his face with both hands and drag his mouth back to mine, kissing him deeply and roughly before practically begging, “You need to do it again.” And he needs to do it right now because all I can think about is how hard he fucked me that time. And how much I want that again.
“Fuck,” he growls, allowing me to direct us to the dining table. “What about the shower?” Colt knows I prefer he showers as soon as he gets home from a run. Especially if he wants to fuck me.
I madly shake my head. “No. I don’t care how dirty you are. Just fuck me.”
That’s all he needs to hear. A moment later, he’s got his hands to my shorts, my panties, my bra while I strip his clothes from him. Then he’s got me on the table, his hands to my breasts, his mouth too, and I feel everything he’s doing deep in my core.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he rasps.
I move my hands to his shoulders and then his back.
Colt is a powerhouse of muscle and I struggle to keep my hands off him at the best of times.
When he’s naked with his hands and mouth on me, I have trouble deciding where to put my hands.
I want them everywhere. At once. Just like I want Colt everywhere at once.
“I’ve missed you too. And you can never go away again,” I say as my hands continue trying to touch all of him at the same time.
I’m feeling all kinds of desperate for him.
I never tell him he can’t go away, and I don’t really mean it now, but if I could lock him up and keep him here, I think I would after this trip.
I’ve missed him on a whole new level this time.
He lifts his head and meets my gaze, slowing us down. Curving his hand around my neck, he says, “You’re really feeling this move hard, aren’t you?”
And just like that, with just one question, I’m crying.
Ugly crying.
Tears stream down my face while my thoughts crash together.
I cling to Colt like he’s my shelter from all these emotions. “I didn’t realise I was until now.”
His eyes search mine, full of love. “We’re going to make a fuckload of new memories in our new place. And the ones we’ve made in this place are locked up tight in here,” he says, putting his finger to my chest. To my heart.
I nod, my cheeks still a puddle of tears. “I know. I’m excited for our new home. I just think the whole process of packing, of going through all our stuff at once, and deciding to get rid of some of it, has stirred up all these feelings.”
“What kind of feelings?”
I smile through my tears. “Feelings over us and what we’ve built, and what we’ll continue building in the future.
I’m feeling grateful to have met you, and to have you as a husband and the father of my children.
There’s not a man alive who would be a better father to my children.
” I glance at the wall near the pantry where Colt’s etched our history into the paint.
My tears fall harder as I run my gaze over the numbers.
“This house is like a history record of us, of the kids, of what we’ve built, and while I want to move, I hate leaving our history behind. ”
“We’re taking our history with us, sweetheart. Wherever you go, I go, and so does everything we’ve ever made together. And we’ve got a fuckton of photo albums with all our memories in them. We’re never forgetting a thing.”
His mention of our albums makes me both laugh and cry some more.
Colt likes to joke about the extra room he’s going to have to build one day to house all my albums. I’m a memory keeper.
I like to take photos of everything our family does.
He’s just lucky I don’t want to put every photo I take in an album.
He’d have to build extra houses, not just an extra room if I did.
“I know,” I say. “But there are just some things we can’t put in an album, you know?” My eyes go to that wall again.
Colt turns to follow my gaze and then looks back at me. “You wanna take that with us, baby?”
And there go my tears again. I’m a hot mess today. “We can’t take that, Colt. That’s the whole point. We can’t take everything.”
“We’re taking it,” he says, his voice full of determination, like he’ll go to his grave before he won’t take that history record with us.
I hook my legs around him and bring his face down to mine so I can kiss him. “I love you, Five, but I’m not sure how you think we can take that with us.”
“Did I not build you a house from scratch?”
The deep rumble in his voice combined with the emotion I’m hearing works its way through me. It weaves its way into my veins, into my bones, into my soul. Exactly like he’s woven into all those things.
He did build me a house. That’s where we’re moving. “Yes, you did.”
“Right, and now I’m going to move that height chart to a wall in our new place. You figure out where you want it, and I’ll make it happen.”
His promise, and this moment, sparks a thousand more feelings for him deep inside me. Feelings I didn’t even know could still be sparked after all this time together. I thought I already loved Colt as much as I could, but now I know there’s so much more for me to feel.
Love isn’t a fixed state. It’s constantly evolving.
Unfolding, expanding, increasing.
When someone loves as well as Colt loves me, there is no horizon.
No limit to just how much love can be experienced.
And to know he’s going to find new ways to pull me in through the years, to love me more, and to make me love him more, steals some of my breath.
I tighten my arms around his neck.
I press my body to his.
And I kiss him with all that breathlessness I’m feeling about him.
This man owns me.
Every piece of me.
Most days, we go through life dealing with the day-in-day-out things.
We dress the kids, we clean the kitchen, we do the laundry, we go to work, we pay the bills, we cook dinner, we fall into bed completely spent.
Every day with him is a good day.
These are the moments that make up a life.
But some days, like today, we connect on a whole new level.
We go deep.
We explore us some more.
We connect in all the ways.
These are the days I live for.
The days I cherish above everything.
This man is my everything.
He loves me so perfectly; in all the ways I need.
Even when I don’t know what I need, Colt does.
And he never fails to give it to me.
With my heart matching every beat of his, I smile at him, committing this moment to memory.
Adding it to our history record that I keep inside rather than in an album.
“I love you, Mr Caveman. I love that you made kids with me. I love that you built a house for me. I love that you give me your everything every single day.” I let my smile stretch its way further across my face.
“And I love that you’re going to figure out how to take that height chart with us. ”
His eyes continue searching mine for a few moments before he moves his mouth to my ear and rasps, “Now, can I fuck you?”
I laugh. “Yes, now you can fuck me.”
With that, Colt fucks me.
Exactly how I want him to.
He then carries me to our bathroom and fucks me again in our shower.
He then puts me to bed for a nap while he gets to work on the hole our boys put in the wall.
He shows me exactly why he’s the man who owns my heart and soul.
And finally, my heart stops racing.
Colt has me.
He always has me.