Chapter 34 #2
Seconds tick by as the pulsing between my legs slowly ebbs away, but the tingles remain, dancing delightfully across my skin. My back meets the mattress, but my mind is somewhere else entirely. Colt is panting against my neck, and I wish I remembered how to talk.
“Regroup, Del.” He kisses my throat. “We’ve only just started.”
He teases orgasm after orgasm from me, but this time, he doesn’t make me wait.
I’m a shuddering, whimpering, begging mess beneath him, and he watches all of it with greedy eyes.
It’s as if he experiences each orgasm with me.
He watches my face, or my pussy gripping his fingers, and he praises me through all of it.
Tells me I’m beautiful, I’m doing so well, and how much I deserve to be worshipped.
Throughout it all, his cock is solid, but apart from a few strokes, he doesn’t do anything to himself or even allow me to touch him.
“Are you alive?” he whispers as he kisses my neck.
“No.” I breathe out the word. “RIP to me. Dead Denver.”
He laughs against me. “You can go to sleep if you like.”
“Absolutely fucking not,” I say, and I moan softly as he massages one of my breasts, his other hand gripping the back of my thigh to lift my leg. “Condoms?”
He pauses. “Fuck. I don’t—”
“You don’t have condoms? Colt, shame on you.”
He looks like he’s biting back a chuckle. “Denver, I haven’t been with anyone since Callie.”
There aren’t enough long blinks in the world to give me chance to absorb that. “But … it’s been—”
“Eight years.”
A shuddered breath leaves me as he runs his fingers through my hair.
This has always meant more than just sex to me, but now …
“Well, I’m on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone since coming to the city.
If you’re happy to not use them, so am I.
” His smile is slow, but real, and he nods.
“Good. Because … you’re going to fuck me.
And then you’re going to come inside me.
” He whispers a curse against my skin, and I gasp softly as he glides his cock across my entrance. “And then you’ll have to regroup.”
His laugh is wicked. “Will I?”
“Yes, because I plan on riding both your face and your cock before the sun comes up.”
He bites my earlobe. “Sounds good to me.”
He eases himself inside me, and my eyes roll back with each inch. He stretches me, fills me, and his breath becomes uneven the deeper he goes. I fix my gaze on him, our eyes locked, the deep, dark blue an abyss before me. He doesn’t look away, and neither do I as his hips meet mine.
“I … I need a second,” I whisper, and he nods, kissing me softly. I’ve never been this full. This close to coming from barely any friction against my core.
The thoughts I’m having shouldn’t be on my mind, but I can’t help it.
The sex between Ranger and me was passion, a storm of fury and want that constantly crackled between us.
He made me feel safe, but he took from me.
He always took from me. I lost pieces of myself, but I willingly gave them over in return for pleasure.
But this … this is …
Sharing. Joining. A back and forth, a push and pull. Not him, not me, but us. Colt is pulling in low breaths, and maybe he feels it too, because I think we’re both trembling, lost in each other, in this moment that I never thought I’d share with a man who used to be my enemy.
“Made for me,” he whispers.
I cup the side of his neck and nod, because he’s made for me, too.
People are introduced into our lives as a lesson. Sometimes those lessons are cruel. They leave scars, and darkness, and shadows. And some are sent as a blessing. A gift. A “sorry I put you through this, but here is your reward.”
Colt is my reward. He is my gift. My blessing.
And I’ll get my forever with him. I’ll fight with everything I have in me to be his, and only his. Our happiness won’t be fragments.
Our happiness will be whole.
My lips meet his and I gently move my hips, a signal for him to keep going.
I’m ready for him, for this, and he pulls back slowly.
I moan into his mouth, and he thrusts forward.
Sparks of pleasure flash across and through me, and he does it again, and again.
Each meeting of our bodies is ecstasy, and when he moves to his knees, he runs his hands up my body, gripping my hips.
I’ve never seen such fire in him. Such want.
He snaps his hips forward and I let out a cry of pleasure, my fingers entwined in the bedding.
He picks up speed, slamming into me, my breasts shaking, my body unravelling beneath him.
I reach up and grip the headboard, arching my back as Colt powers into me.
Pressure builds between my legs as he fucks me, and when I feel his hand press against my abdomen and his thumb circle my clit, I erupt.
My cry is close to a scream as my orgasm thunders through me, gripping and tightening each muscle.
My mind scatters into a thousand lights, and Colt pulls out, moving me onto my side.
He grips my hip, sliding back into me, my thighs together as he fucks me in this new position.
He kisses my neck, thrusting into me hard, fast, and powerful.
“Colt … Colt, I’m going to come again—”
The orgasm is numbing, beautiful, a wash of pleasure. Colt swears, fucking me harder, whispering my name, and slams into me a final time.
My eyes are closed, choppy breaths leaving my mouth as Colt slides out of me, warmth trickling between my thighs. He leans over me and I lie on my back as he kisses across my chest. I arch needily as his fingers dip back inside me.
“One more, Del.”
“You’re going to kill me,” I whimper.
His chuckle is breathless. “I want to feel your pussy quivering while my cum drips out of you. Can you do that for me?” I nod wordlessly, already rolling my hips against his fingers, chasing another orgasm that might just destroy me.
“Perfect,” he whispers, kissing my chest, running his tongue along the sweat there. “So fucking perfect.”
My nails press into his bicep, the muscle flexing beneath my grip as he moves with tenderness, his fingers curling inside me, the heel of his palm pressed against my clit.
“You’re filled with me, Del,” he says softly in my ear.
My breath shudders. “Say that again.”
“You’re filled with my cum.” Fuck. The words push me closer to my orgasm, my pussy clenching around Colt’s knuckles. “It’s all over my fingers. Should I make you sleep with it dripping out of you?“
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Fuck,” he breathes, moving his fingers faster. “Come for me, Del. Come on my fingers.”
I moan deeply, thrusting my hips against his hand while he finger fucks me harder and faster, the pleasure building, his voice low and deep in my ear—and I explode. Pleasure rains over me and I smile wordlessly, my entire body in the grip of ecstasy until it slowly eases away.
Colt falls onto his back beside me, and just when I think my body couldn’t even come close to being aroused again, he sucks his fingers clean, and a zip of excitement runs through me.
I hold my hand in the air and list things off on my fingers. “Dancing. Ice-skating. Sex. Three things you’re very good at.”
He laughs. I roll into his side and drape my leg over his stomach, his arm around my shoulders. He says, “It’s just occurred to me that I used the word ‘forever.’”
I run my fingertip across the tattoos on his abs. “You did.”
“… Did that freak you out?”
“No.” I angle my head to meet his eye. “Did it scare you?”
He shakes his head. “This is forever to me.”
My heart beats a little faster, a flutter of nerves invading my stomach and chest. I’ve married two men. I thought I’d be with them forever, too, but both hurt me.
Colt kisses my forehead. “One step at a time. We’re not in a rush.”
I nod. If I’ve learned anything from being married, it’s that words are nice, but actions mean more. Wyatt said he loved me, but he lied. Ranger said he wouldn’t fuck this up, but he did. I want to show Colt this is more to me. I want him to show me, too.
“Shower?” I say, and he gets up quickly, scooping me into his arms.
We shower, but we’re minutes into it before Colt is hard and I’m desperate for more.
The tiles are hard on my knees as I take him into my throat, his eyes burning with desire as I lick and swallow him.
He takes me back to bed and buries his face between my thighs, making me come over and over until I fall asleep.
My dreams are a watercolor version of the day, muddled and confusing, except Colt doesn’t come for me. I sit in my room and wait for a knock that never comes, and I can’t move to get to him. I’m fixed in place, staring out a window—and the glass cracks, a gunshot through—
I breathe in sharply as my eyes open.
Colt kisses my shoulder blade. “You were dreaming.”
My dream is banished by the deep timbre of his voice, and I turn to face him, nuzzling into his chest.
He suddenly sits up. “Ranger, no!”
Blood spatters the bed, a gunshot screaming through peace and I scream, I scream, I scream—
“Denver.” Colt touches my face, and I open my eyes. I’m panting frantically, sweat sticking to my skin. “It was a dream.” I shake my head, clinging to him, and he strokes my hair away from my face. “You were dreaming, that’s all.”
Dreaming. Not real. No blood, no bullets, no Ranger.
Colt kisses me. “You’re safe.” He pulls me close to him and I drape my leg over his stomach, cuddling into his side. He kisses my forehead. “You’re safe.”
My heart is still beating wildly when Colt’s breathing evens out. I wait ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty. But the nightmare is still buzzing under my skin, and I know I won’t sleep.
I kiss Colt’s chest and ease myself out of bed, careful not to wake him.
After pulling on his T-shirt and my underwear, I head downstairs, passing Holly’s shoes by the door, wondering how she’ll react when Colt and I tell her we’re together.
I hope she’s excited. I can’t wait to spend more time with her.
In the low-lit dining room, I spot an untouched glass of whiskey on the table.
“Yes, please,” I whisper, tiptoeing over and drinking it, some running down my chin.
Wiping the droplet away, I run my tongue over my lips. Cool air sweeps over my bare feet and as I step forward, I hiss and snatch my foot back at the sudden chill. I crouch, running the tip of my finger over the discoloration on the rug. It’s wet.
I glance up, wondering if there’s a leak from the upstairs bathroom, but the ceiling looks normal. I stand, then step back to go upstairs, but the sole of my foot burns from cold when I step in more water.
No. Not water.
Snow.
Melted snow.
Footprints.
I gasp as a hand covers my mouth, and warm lips brush my ear.
“Hello, little bird.”