FORTY-TWO
COLT
I wake my future wife up with kisses down her neck.
She groans, shifting in bed. She loves her sleep so much that I almost feel terrible for waking her up, but I need her.
I need to get lost in her again, like I did last night.
I need to feel her love, to be reminded I’m not still that man on the roof.
“Colt?” she mumbles sleepily as she wakes, shifting.
“Who else would be waking you up with kisses, pretty girl?” I joke, trailing kisses across her shoulder when I run out of room on her neck. “I’m sorry, but I need you.”
She rolls onto her back with a wince, so I back away to give her more room to roll onto her side instead, facing me. Her sleepy eyes search mine, confused. Her hand comes up to push my hair out of my eyes, thumb stroking by the corner of my eyelid. My lashes must still be wet.
“What happened?”
“I told Maddie. About the roof.”
“Oh, Colt,” she whispers, pulling me closer.
I rest my head against her chest. It’s not really the time or place to notice this, but her tits are so goddamn comfortable, I’m almost positive I could use them as a pillow all night long.
Maybe once she’s given birth, if she likes sleeping on her back again .
“I need you,” I repeat instead, pressing another kiss to the swell of her breast. “Please, baby. I can make it quick. Or I can just go down on you. Whatever you want.”
She tugs me back by my hair and I look up at her with what I can only assume are wild eyes.
“Let me ride you,” she offers and my dick twitches in immediate agreement.
“Fuck yeah,” I’m quick to say, slipping off the bed so I can get undressed. Blair’s still naked from last night, thank god.
I lie on my back on the bed, but she shakes her head.
“Sit up against the headboard. I have a feeling I’ll need your shoulders to help me out.”
The speed in which I comply should be tested. It’s gotta be a world record. I rest my hands on her hips as she uses my shoulder for balance to throw a leg over my waist.
“I’ve got to be honest with you, I don’t know that I’ll be able to do this many more times,” Blair says, pressing her forehead against mine as she closes her eyes and inhales through her nose.
My brows furrow, concerned. “We don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” she swears, eyes opening. She kisses the tip of my nose and I try very hard to feel manly about that and not blush or anything.
I reach between the two of us to line my cock up for her and then she takes over, resting all of her weight on her knees as she slides herself up and down on my cock.
“Attagirl, baby, nice and easy. Fuck, you feel so good. Like fucking Heaven,” I mumble, looking up at her. The only bad thing about her riding me is it makes it hard to kiss her while she does, now that she’s in her last trimester.
Instead, I watch the way her breasts bounce as she rides me. They’ve been getting fuller and fuller throughout her time here, and I’m honestly becoming even more obsessed with them by the day.
“You’re sure I can’t suck on them anymore?”
She laughs, moving her hands from my shoulders to the top of the headboard to press a bit closer to me. It’s just a tease though, because she replies, “I’m positive. You can give it another go two weeks after I give birth, if you’d like to, but that’s at your own risk.”
I mouth along her collarbones, my hands roaming up and down her thighs, across her back and her ass, my fingers digging into her cheeks.
“I’m so fucking obsessed with you, Blair,” I tell her huskily and she just hums.
I love that. I love that she knows. She’s shy and unsure about her place with everyone else, but not with me. Not anymore.
When she gets tired of riding me, I plant my feet on the bed and fuck up into her instead, happy to finally be able to press my lips against hers and kiss her while we fuck. She doesn’t last much longer after that, thank god, and neither do I.
All of the anxiety and sadness from this morning melts away as I hold her afterward, pressing a kiss to her forehead while she dozes on my chest.
I have so much to live for.
I’m so happy.
Monday comes bright and early with several texts on my phone from my ex-whatever-she-was.
Austin
I told him you wouldn’t want him to treat you any differently, so if he does, let me know and I’ll deny him pussy for a while.
Austin
For what it’s worth, I’m so glad you’ re still here.
Austin
Dickhead.
I snort out a laugh. That was probably the nicest Austin had ever been to me, so of course she had to end it with an insult.
Colt
Thanks, cunt waffle.
I get the middle finger emoji in return for my troubles and stash my phone in my pocket, kissing Blair on the forehead before I leave.
“Colt,” she mumbles right as I get to the door.
“Yeah, mama?”
She rolls over to my side of the bed now that it’s empty, dragging her monstrous pregnancy pillow along with her.
“Bring me some gummy bears at lunch, please.”
I snort, but promise to do so, finally slipping out the door and toward my truck.
To my brother’s benefit, he doesn’t treat me any differently.
He calls me into Bailey’s office before she comes in and tells me to put my therapy appointments into the calendar so I won’t have to use my lunch breaks for them anymore and he can give me time off instead.
We agree to just name them “Ask Maddox” in the system so that he can cuss out anyone who gets nosey for me.
Maybe one day, I’ll feel strong enough to tell my twin what almost happened, but I don’t think I’m there yet.
Whereas Maddie was hurt, I think Bailey would just be pissed off, and I’m not sure I’d be able to handle her giving me the silent treatment.
Bailey’s one to hold a grudge for sure, just ask Chase Cartwright.