Chapter Twenty-Two #2
“Enjoy your night, big bro,” Hux adds, giving Colt a wink that makes their mother slap his arm again.
“Huxley Slade! Mind out of the gutter,” she scolds. “You may be a rock star, but you’re also my son, so behave.”
Colt and I laugh as she drags him off like he’s still ten years old.
“Thanks for everything, Hux,” Colt calls after him. “And don’t worry, I plan on having a very, very good night.”
“Colter Slade!” his mum shouts over her shoulder. “Don’t encourage him! You should know better.” But then she adds, softer, “Enjoy your night… and your honeymoon.”
“Thanks, Mum,” Colt calls back, and my parents, along with Joseph and Danny, walk over to say their farewells.
Colt wraps an arm tightly around my waist as we watch them disappear into the crowd. He leans down, whispering in my ear again, voice low and full of sinful promise, “You think we can go now?”
This time, I don’t answer. I grin.
Eventually, it’s just me, Colt, Anna, Johnny, Dingo, and Sia left dancing slowly under the fairy lights while the workers begin packing things up around us.
“Did you guys have an awesome night?” Anna asks, swaying beside Johnny.
“Anna, everything was perfect. You did such a great job,” I say, smiling as I nestle into Colt’s arms.
“I know,” she replies with a wink, and we all laugh.
“Well, better get the missus home. Some of us have a baby to wake up to in the morning,” Johnny says with a tired grin.
“Actually, before you go, we have something we want to tell you,” Sia says, and the group stills slightly.
There’s a subtle shift in the air. The tone. The way she says it. My stomach tightens.
We all glance at her, and I feel it, that sharp twist of worry in my gut.
Why would she choose tonight to tell us what’s wrong?
“Okaaay?” Anna says, but it comes out more like a question.
We stop dancing, our eyes turning to Dingo, who now holds Sia protectively from behind.
“We know why I’ve been puking and feeling so sick lately,” she says.
My stomach lurches.
My chest constricts.
It’s cancer.
I know it is.
“You okay?” Colt asks gently, and Sia’s smile blooms bright and unexpected.
“We wanted to tell you all together,” she says, resting her hands over Dingo’s. “And we wanted to wait three months before saying anything… just to be sure.”
I frown, confused, but Anna suddenly gasps and lifts her hand to her mouth, eyes wide with realization.
“Why three months?” I ask, my voice cautious.
Dingo’s grin spreads as he looks down at Sia with nothing but adoration.
“Because I’m pregnant, Dee.”
Tears spring to my eyes.
“We wanted to wait until the first trimester passed before telling anyone,” she continues, her voice full of hope. “We’ve been trying for years, but I’ve had four miscarriages. This is the furthest we’ve ever made it. The doctors say everything looks good.”
Anna lunges forward and pulls them into a tight embrace, and I smile through the sudden sting behind my eyes.
I’m so damn happy for them.
But beneath that joy, a familiar ache pulses quietly.
A flicker of envy.
I smother it quickly and step forward to hug my friends.
“Oh, Sia… I’m so happy for you. We didn’t even know you were trying, or that you’d been through so much. We honestly had no idea. But congratulations. Another baby,” I say with genuine warmth, even as Colt tightens his hands around mine, sensing the shift in me.
He knows.
Of course he does.
“Wait,” Colt says suddenly. “Hux isn’t here to hear this.”
Dingo chuckles. “He knows. Found the pregnancy test three months ago.”
“Cheeky bugger. Not telling us,” Johnny adds, shaking his head as we all laugh.
“He was sworn to secrecy,” Sia says, leaning into Dingo. “We just wanted to be sure. This was our last shot. If it didn’t work, we were going to stop trying.”
Colt reaches out and shakes Dingo’s hand. “Well, congrats, man. Though I pity the kid having you as a father.”
“Thanks, fucker,” Dingo replies, pulling Colt in and slapping him hard on the back.
“Anytime, mate. Anytime,” Colt fires back, and the rest of us chuckle at their usual banter.
“Right, well, congrats to both of you,” Johnny says, rubbing his eyes. “But I’m knackered and I need to get back to my son.”
“Yeah, we’re heading off too,” Dingo adds. “Guess we’ll see you after the honeymoon?”
Colt nods. “Yep. A couple of days after we’re back, we’re straight into recording the new album. No rest for the wicked.”
“Awesome. I honestly think our newest stuff is our best yet,” Dingo says as we all begin the walk back to the manor. “Plus, the single we dropped this week hit number one today.”
Colt and I both whip our heads toward him.
“It did? Why didn’t you tell me?” Colt asks, shocked.
“You were a little busy getting married and stealing the show,” Dingo replies with a grin. “I figured that took precedence over our umpteenth number one.”
Colt throws his head back, laughing. “Man, I got to marry my woman, perform at my own wedding, and we hit number one? This is officially the best damn day of my life.”
We all laugh together, hearts full, as we reach the waiting stretch Hummer parked out front.
“Okay, guys, have an amazing night,” Anna says, climbing inside. “About time you two finally made it official.”
“Thanks for everything, Anna. You’re the best best friend a girl could ask for,” I call after her.
She laughs. “I know. I’ll see you at the clinic when you’re back for our counseling sessions.”
I nod, smiling brightly as Colt steps behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. Together, we wave everyone off.
I turn in his grip to face him. “Now, Mr. Slade,” I say, my eyes twinkling.
He raises a brow. “Now what, Mrs. Slade?”
I giggle and lean up on my toes to whisper in his ear, “Now you can take me upstairs. I’m wearing the garter you bought me.”
A low chuckle vibrates in his chest, and before I can blink, he sweeps me into his arms. I squeal as he turns and strides through the doorway, carrying me up the stairs like I weigh nothing.
We reach our bedroom, and he kicks the door shut behind us.
“Now, Mrs. Slade…” he murmurs, placing me gently on the floor. “I need a strip tease.”
I laugh, flushed and breathless. “A strip tease, huh?”
He nods, loosening his tie, a wicked glint in his eyes.
I saunter to the bed with a deliberate sway in my hips, turn, and lift one foot to the edge of the mattress. Slowly, I slide my dress up, revealing the lace garter wrapped around my thigh. A low growl escapes Colt’s chest, and I smirk, knowing I’ve got him right where I want him.
He walks toward me, unfastening his tie and tossing it to the floor.
“Fuck, I knew you’d look hot in that. I wasn’t wrong.
” He drops to his knees and presses a kiss just beneath the garter, his lips searing against my skin.
“Tonight, we leave that on,” he says, his voice rough. “And the heels. That’s it. Got it?”
I nod, biting back a grin as I bring my foot back to the floor.
“Now, how do I get you out of this beautiful dress?” he asks, standing and brushing his fingers over my hip.
I point to the zipper. He smirks and reaches for it, dragging it down achingly slow. My breathing stutters with every inch he lowers it. The anticipation is almost too much.
I step out of the dress, and he inches back, drinking me in. I’m standing before him in a strapless white lace bodysuit, and Colt licks his lips. I can already see the outline of him straining against his pants.
I bite my bottom lip as my gaze drops, unashamed.
“You see something you like, baby?” I ask, and he pulls me flush against him, grinding his hips into mine.
I close my eyes and swallow hard. My entire body is on fire. When I open them again, I meet his gaze of pure, smoldering heat staring right back at me. I move to his jacket, slipping it from his shoulders. He helps, letting it fall to the floor.
My hands go to the buttons on his shirt, but his grip tightens on my ass, kneading it firmly.
I undo three buttons before giving up on finesse.
With a frustrated moan, I grab the fabric and rip it open, sending the buttons flying across the room. Colt growls, his chiseled stomach now on display. I hum in appreciation, running my finger along the waistband of his pants, tracing that wicked V-shape that always drives me crazy.
As he shrugs off his shirt, I reach for his belt, but he spins me around, pulling my back flush against his front. My breath comes in quick bursts, his show of dominance making my legs weak.
“You are one fucking gorgeous woman, Dee Slade,” he murmurs, and hearing my name like that from his lips makes my knees buckle.
His hands move to the top of my bodysuit, and he slowly peels it down, leaving the garter in place as he slides the suit over my hips and down to my ankles.
I step out of it, watching as he tosses it across the room.
A shiver runs up my spine.
The anticipation is electric.
Colt presses gently on my back, encouraging me to lean forward. I brace my hands on the bed, arching slightly, presenting myself to him.
“Stay like that. Don’t move,” he commands, and I bite my bottom lip, breath hitching.
My heart races in the best way.
The moisture between my thighs builds with every second that passes. I clench my thighs, trying to ease the pressure, then step them wider, the suspense nearly undoing me.
The unmistakable sound of his zipper pierces the quiet.
His pants fly across the room, landing beside my discarded bodysuit.
His hand lands on my ass, slow and teasing.
I shift from foot to foot, aching for more.
He massages each cheek with practiced ease, then one hand slides down between my legs, gently circling my clit while the other keeps stroking my ass.
I grip the bedspread tightly, barely able to stay still. When Colt’s finger finally pushes inside me, a moan tears from my lips at the pure pleasure only this man’s touch brings. Colt moves with purpose, massaging my ass while fucking me with his fingers, slow and deliberate.
My hips begin to move on their own, chasing the rhythm.
Then—smack.
He brings his hand down hard on my ass, and I cry out in delicious shock. His finger inside me jolts with the impact, and I nearly come right then and there. Then he rubs the stinging spot, soothing it, and drives his finger deeper, curling it in just the right way.
“Fuck…” I pant, trembling.
Another slap.
Another moan.
He adds a second finger, stretching me as he drives them in deep, then leans in and kisses the flushed skin of my ass where he struck me. I cling to the sheets, holding on for dear life as he fucks me with his fingers—fast, relentless, and thorough.
I’m shaking. Beads of sweat trickle down my spine. I can’t focus on anything but the fire between my legs and the burn in my ass.
When he adds a third finger, fucking me hard, then spanks me again, it’s my undoing. I scream his name as my orgasm slams into me, raw and overwhelming.
“Oh, baby, I love it when you scream my name,” he growls, massaging me through it. But before I can fully recover, he pulls his fingers out and presses the head of his cock against me.
I barely catch my breath before he thrusts into me, hard and deep. That’s when I cry out, nearly falling forward, but he grabs my waist, holding me steady.
“Fuck, I love how tight you are for me,” he grits, his voice strained as he fights for control.
I clench around him instinctively, and he groans, stilling inside me.
“Gimme a sec,” he breathes. “You can’t do that and expect me not to lose it. I’m not ready to finish this yet.”
I smirk, lowering my gaze to the sheets beneath me, giving him a moment.
He slowly begins to rock into me again, finding that perfect angle, the one that hits exactly where I need it most. My ass still stings, my thighs ache, but every time he thrusts, the pleasure ratchets higher.
He’s groaning, deep and guttural, lost in it.
I can tell he’s loving being in control again.
It’s who he is.
It’s in his blood.
The restraint he’s shown over the past few months must have been torture. Now, he’s free. And he’s claiming me like he’s been waiting forever.
He pounds into me harder, faster, and I feel another orgasm building. My whole body tenses as it creeps up, winding tighter with every brutal thrust.
Then, he slams into me one last time, grinding his hips in deep.
I break.
My body spasms as I moan his name, my voice broken, my breath shattered.
“Fuck, Dee,” he groans, voice hoarse. He drives into me again, forceful, fast, unrelenting. I pitch forward on the bed, barely able to hold myself up as his grip bruises into my hips.
I don’t care.
I want the marks.
I crave them.
Another orgasm flutters to life, trembling just below the surface.
When he slams into me and stays deep, I rock my hips against him, chasing more.
He groans, tilts his hips, and when he drives in again hard, I come undone.
My orgasm rips through me, and as my walls clench around him, he shudders.
With a low, guttural growl, he buries himself deep and explodes inside me.
His hold tightens as he empties himself with one final thrust, then stills.
I gasp at the sudden emptiness when he pulls out, but before I can move, he lifts me from the bed and shifts me to face him. The room spins briefly before his lips crash onto mine, and we kiss. He pulls back with a smug smirk and gives me a little shove, sending me tumbling backward onto the bed.
Colt drops to his knees, crawling between my legs. He lifts one foot and slips off my heel, then does the same with the other.
“This, however…” he says, running his fingers over the garter still on my thigh. “This stays.”
His eyes meet mine.
Then he slides back over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
And just like that, round two begins.