THIRTY-ONE
COLT
Blair turns in bed for what feels like the hundredth time.
I’d already asked twice if she was okay, and she’d damn near ripped my head off for it, which was valid.
She’d been exhausted after dinner, worn out from the long day of forced socializing and missing the nap she usually took in the early afternoon.
But as soon as we’d lain down to sleep, something had changed. She’d tossed and turned for the last hour, but sleep seemed to be evading her.
“Do you want to watch another episode of our show?” I risk asking, but she only huffs and pulls her pregnancy pillow up between her legs. I take it as a no and readjust myself around her new position. It’s pathetic how hard it is for me to sleep knowing she’s restless.
I don’t notice it right away. At first, I just take it as her shifting because she’s still uncomfortable. But then I realize it’s… rhythmic, like a pattern. Her hips moving forward, thighs tightening, then back again, and the realization has me grinning in the darkness of our bedroom.
“Are you grinding your pretty pussy against your pillow, mama?” I whisper in her ear, lucky enough to get to hear her breathing hitch as she realizes I’ve caught her .
“No,” she lies anyway.
“You are. You’re humping your pillow when you’ve got a perfectly good cock here you could be using instead.”
He’s already stiffening up for her, ready to be called to the front lines.
“It’s late. I didn’t want to keep you up.”
I snort, pressing a kiss to her neck.
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you,” I tell her, trailing another kiss along her shoulder. “Anytime you need attention, you tell me. I don’t care if it’s midnight or four in the morning, if I’m working or sleeping or anything in between.”
She swallows as I slip my hand under the waistband of her panties, thumbing the bottom swell of her stomach by her hip bone.
“I don’t think your brother would appreciate me interrupting you at work just to get laid.”
“Maddox has left work enough times in the last three weeks to get laid that he’d better not say a damn thing if my pregnant girlfriend wants my dick, but I’m not talking about my brother. I’m talking about you,” I tell her, slipping my hand lower. “Does my pretty girl want my cock, Blair?”
With a whine, she parts her legs enough to let go of the pillow and let my hand slip where she needs it the most. “Please.”
I snatch the pillow I love and hate so fucking much and throw it across the room—which is a feat because the thing is like, eight feet long. In the next second, I turn on the lamp on the nightstand and shove my boxer briefs down.
“Climb on,” I tell her, already tearing her panties down her thighs for her.
Blair uses my hand to keep her balance as she straddles my hips.
“Wait, come here, let me get you ready.” I use my hold to tug her closer, wanting to prep her with my tongue and fingers first. It’s been months since we fucked and no matter how horny she is, I imagine there will still be an ache associated with the stretch of taking me again.
She pulls her hand free and uses it to notch my cock against her wet pussy.
“Blair—oh, fuck.” Any argument I have disappears as her cunt wraps around the tip of my dick. My head falls back against the pillow. She’s so fucking wet and it’s been way too long since I got action from anything other than my right hand. “You should let me prep you first. It’s going to sting.”
Blair hums in acknowledgment, eyes fluttering closed and head falling back as she lowers herself, her hands flat on my abs now.
“I like the stretch,” she moans. “You’re so big.”
Meanwhile, I’m trying to rattle off the names of every person that lives in this town to stop myself from immediately coming. To be honest, it’s not looking good.
She has zero mercy on me, immediately trying to lift up again the moment her pussy meets my groin and my tip hits what I now know is called her cervix. I have to dig my fingers into her thighs to get her to be still.
“Please, baby. Give me just a second.”
Blair takes advantage of her inability to lift up, leaning forward to kiss me instead and clenching her pussy around my cock as she does.
“Blair,” I practically fucking whimper against her lips. “I’m going to come if you keep this up. I’m barely holding on. It’s been too long and your pussy is too good.”
She grins maniacally as though the desperation in my eyes means fuck all to her.
“That’s what round two’s for,” she whispers, taking me back to that night in the hotel so many months ago.
Grabbing my hands off her thighs, she laces her fingers through mine and uses the hold as leverage to start moving.
My fiancée looks like a fucking goddess.
I have to call her that because girlfriend just isn’t enough for me anymore and honestly, fiancée isn’t either, but I know nothing’s going to scratch that itch until I can call her my wife.
She’s pregnant enough now that there’s no mistaking it anymore, her bump so cute and round as it protrudes from her tiny body.
I watch my shaft disappear in her and reappear with every movement she makes, and get lost in the feeling of her using me for her pleasure, listening to her moans.
She doesn’t have to be quiet now that we live alone in our own cabin, and she’s taking advantage of that.
“Don’t,” I warn her when she starts to up her pace. “Blair, I’m not fucking around. I’ll come. Especially with how sexy you look and sound right now.”
“You’re a smart boy, you’ll find another way to get me off,” she says, and I don’t know that I’ve ever been called smart before, but dammit if she isn’t right.
I’ll make sure she comes. I just can’t promise she’ll come first this time, especially when she lets go of my hands to brace hers on my thighs, leaning back and giving me an even better view of my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Fuck, baby, lean forward instead. Let me have your tits.”
She shakes her head. “They’re too sensitive. This feels incredible,” she whimpers.
“Yeah,” I agree, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes to spare myself the view that’s going to make me lose it. “That’s the issue. You make me feel like a fucking teenager.”
Despite every mental trick I can think of, the pressure in my balls makes it clear there’s no stopping it anymore.
“Fuck, Blair. I’m sorry,” I pant out, head tossed back against the pillows as my orgasm hits.
Blair leans forward like I asked her to before, pressing open-mouthed kisses across the tattoos on my collarbones while her hair tickles my ribs. I groan when my balls are finally empty and toss one arm over my eyes, the other winding around her waist.
“God, that’s so fucking embarrassing.”
“Hot,” Blair corrects, slowly starting to ride me again as she kisses me. I’m way too fucking sensitive for it, but I try to man up. When she rights herself and starts to get off of me, I grab her thighs.
“No, you need to come,” I argue.
She smiles at me and bends forward to kiss me again, her bump brushing against my stomach.
“Not bad enough that I want you to suffer through it.”
“I won’t suffer.”
Blair cuts me a look I’m almost positive my mama must’ve taught her already. The “I know you’re a liar” look.
“It won’t feel good, but I don’t think it could ever be called ‘suffering’ if your cunt’s involved.” She rolls her eyes at the semantics as my cock softens inside of her, practically becoming useless anyway. “Come here. Let me eat you out.”
“What? No,” she says with the cute little scrunched nose she gets when something grosses her out. “You just came inside me.”
“And?”
“And you want that in your mouth?”
I grin at her. It’s so cute how she can go from a seductress that makes me come too quickly and embarrass myself to a little prude in just a few seconds.
“It won’t be the first time I’ve had jizz in my mouth, Blair.”
Her head jerks back just a tad, enough that I know I’ve truly shocked her now. And not in a “grossed out” way, but in a confused way. She blinks, brows furrowing, and I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes at her to try and understand why she’s so confused. Have we not…? Fuck, I don’t think we have.
“You’re aware I’m bisexual, right? Surely that’s come up.”
She blinks again, mouth gaping a bit. “No. I didn’t know that.”
My stomach churns and insecurity creeps up my throat.
Fuck. I didn’t think Blair would be the type to have something against it, but perhaps it was one of those things she was okay with from a distance.
One of those I don’t care what you do behind closed doors, but don’t parade your lifestyle around me types .
What if I’ve somehow just ruined everything?
It took me a long time to come to terms with my sexuality, and most of it didn’t happen until I left for the rodeo and got away from all of the judgy church ladies.
Right now, the shame I haven’t allowed myself to feel in so long is overwhelming me again, piggybacking off of Mrs. Collins’ snide remarks earlier today.
Blair lifts herself off of me and I take the hint, getting out of bed as soon as she’s safely situated on it again. I swallow the lump in my throat and I head to the bathroom to grab a washcloth out of the linen closet.
“Colt?” Blair calls from the bedroom. “What are you doing?”
“Just a sec.” I’m probably not even loud enough for her to hear me, but I’m terrified of my voice breaking.
I don’t look her in the eye when I make my way back into the room with a wet cloth, passing it to her instead of cleaning her up like I usually would.
She probably doesn’t want me touching her. She’d pulled away a few seconds ago.
It’s quiet for a few seconds, neither of us moving. I can feel her eyes burning holes into my face, but I still don’t look at her.
“I thought you were going to…” she trails off, shy again.
Of course. She still hadn’t come. The pregnancy hormones made her horny. She may be repulsed by my… inclinations , but she still had needs. I nod.
“I still can, if you want. I wasn’t sure.”
“Colt,” she says again, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her lifting herself up onto her knees.
I instinctively reach out for her, not wanting her to lose her balance and fall.
Unfortunately, this causes me to actually look at her again as well.
The confusion from earlier is still on her pretty face, but now there’s also… hurt?
“What’s the matter?” I ask, perhaps redundantly.
“I was just about to ask you that, actually. What just happened? Why did you get out of bed? Why are you so… distant all of a sudden? Did I do something wrong? ”
“What?” The words punch from me, confused and concerned. “No. I just… I thought you’d want space.”
“No?” she says, making it clear she’s just as confused as I am.
“You pulled away.” I try my hardest not to make it sound accusatory.
She nods. “Right… so I could get into a position that would make the whole eating-me-out-thing easier.”
“Oh.” Fuck. “You weren’t… er.” I scratch at my eyebrow with my thumbnail, embarrassed once again. “I thought you might’ve felt some sort of way about the, uh, bisexual bombshell.”
“Oh, Colt,” she’s quick to say, reaching up for me.
I sit on the edge of the bed and tug her into my lap.
My cum is leaking from her, making her thighs and mine messy.
“No, baby,” she says, her hands on my face to make me look at her.
“It was a shock, but only because I didn’t know, not because I’m… upset by it or anything else negative.”
“Oh,” I say again, feeling incredibly stupid. Perfect Blair. Of course she wasn’t a bigot. Of course she didn’t hate me and wasn’t disgusted by me. I feel like an asshole for thinking, even for a second, that she was like all the small-minded motherfuckers I’d run into before.
“Oh,” she agrees, and we sound like broken records. “Now… can we get to that whole giving-Blair-an-orgasm thing?”
It makes me laugh, which I have a sneaking suspicion was the point.
“Yeah, baby. Let me make you come.”