10. TEN
TEN
Natalia
Colton leads me out the front of the small house and onto the drive, between his car and his parents’. I stare at him, trying to figure out what’s made him act so strange.
Even now that we’re outside, he moves awkwardly from foot to foot, not looking directly at me. The whole thing is starting to make me nervous. Have I done something wrong? Said the wrong thing? Probably. I should have done more research about shifters when I agreed to be his nanny.
He coughs. “So, ah… I’m just going to lead by saying stuff’s about to get a bit weird here, OK? I have human friends and I get it. I really do.”
I frown. “Get what? Colton, what is it?”
His cheeks color, and he gets the most adorably goofy expression. “Bull shifters like me have a special magic we can use to, um… to get a female producing milk.”
Is he embarrassed to talk about breastfeeding?
That’s too cute for words. “And it works on anyone?” My heart rate speeds up.
It’s probably a bad idea. I mean, of course it’s a bad idea.
This job was only supposed to be a temporary arrangement, and I can already feel myself getting attached, but breastfeeding a baby is something I’ve always longed to experience.
Just thinking about it has my eyes welling up with tears. Is this honestly happening?
“Well, anyone with the right equipment…” he breaks off, gesturing at my chest.
I’m too invested in this, but under any other circumstances I’d be chuckling to myself about how much this is making him squirm.
There’s a reason I got tagged with the nickname Tetona the year before I started middle school.
I was an early bloomer, and as I grew older my tits just kept getting bigger and bigger.
I’m a big girl all over, but that’s always what people notice about me. So I’m used to it.
Just thinking about holding Jayden to my chest, of seeing his little eyes looking up at me as he feeds, though? Ay, dios. “I want to do it,” I blurt. “I want to try. Is that what you were worried about, because my answer is yes!”
If anything, Colton’s color deepens and his worried expression tightens. “Um… not exactly, no. The thing I was most worried about is the way the magic works.”
“And how does it work?” God, the curiosity is killing me.
Colton huffs out a breath as if he’s working up the courage. Then he looks me dead in the eye. “You would have to drink my cum for at least a week. That’s how it works.”
In the aftermath of that statement, we just stare at each other for a long silent moment.
“Come again?”
He laughs nervously. “Ah, yeah. That’s the jizz of it—I mean the jist. You have to drink my cum. See what I mean about weird? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, I really didn’t. I should probably not have even said anyth—”
I hold up my hand to stop him. “Not so fast.”
He pauses mid-sentence, eyes bugging out. “You mean…?”
“I’m not ruling it out.” A little smile creeps across my face. Can I do this? I think I can. Especially if it’s going to give me access to a little slice of my dreams. “I want to try.”
He swallows and I can see his Adam’s apple bob. “You… do?”
“Is that… is that a problem for you? Because if it crosses a line—”
“No!” He coughs. “No. It doesn’t. As long as it doesn’t cross a line for you. I mean, I’m good at holding lines. That’s my job. I can hold a yard line all day.” He breaks off, shaking his head. He might be sweating a little bit. “Ah… sorry. What I mean is, I could always give it to you in a cup?”
He breaks off, presumably at the face I make as he says that. Cold cum in a cup? No thanks. “I’d much rather do it the old-fashioned way if it’s all the same to you.”
Movement catches my eye as his hand flexes at his side. “Then, you’re saying you want to…”
“Give you head? Suck you off?” I pause, a new courage infusing me as I let my gaze roam from his face all the way down his sculpted body, and for the first time since my late-night glimpse in the hallway of his house, I let my gaze linger on the fly of his jeans.
On the place where, if I’m not mistaken, a bulge is starting to grow.
Maybe I’m not going to spend the rest of my life as an old maid on the shelf. There’s a little fun left in me.
I smile at him. “Is that OK?”
“OK?” His voice comes out as a squeak. He adjusts himself and lets out a soft laugh. “Gods, you’re really asking if you can do that?”
There’s a rapping on the window and we both jump.
Colton’s mom has her face practically pressed up against the glass, beaming at us. She gives us a little wave. “Dinner!”
Colton winces. “Fuck. Did I mention I’m sorry?”
I don’t feel sorry, though. I feel giggly and reckless. “You know what? I don’t mind. I like her.”
I follow Colton back into the house. I can tell his parents want to ask more questions, but he shuts them down with a stern look that hints at a protectiveness which is very endearing.
I think he’s relieved when Jayden gets tired of being left out and alone on his play mat and starts to cry. He hurries from the table to collect the little boy and tosses him up in the air until his tears turn to laughter.
I’m really going to do this. I wonder what my abuela would think about the effect Mosswood seems to be having on me. I can picture her somewhere up there looking down and smiling to herself. Abuela always did have a wicked sense of humor.
Maybe she knew exactly what she was doing when she left me and Elisa the cottage.
It’s one thing to talk matter-of-factly in Colton’s parents’ drive about drinking his cum, but it’s quite another thing after we get home and are alone.
As if he knows something is up, Jayden takes an extra-long time to settle. Each time we try to lay him down, one eye pops back open and he scrunches his little face up in displeasure.
Babies always sense when you are tense, and despite feeling so sure earlier, my senses are on overdrive and I’m alert to Colton’s every movement, his scent, his presence in a way I wasn’t before our conversation. Or perhaps I was starting to become aware but fighting it.
There’s no fighting it anymore.
Soon I’m going to get an up close and personal look at the bulge I couldn’t stop staring at. I’ll get to weigh it in my hand, to feel the hot, firm pressure of it—whoa. OK, I’m probably going to need to keep things a bit more professional than that. After all, he's still technically my boss.
That’s all kinds of messed up, but I can’t think about that. I want this too much. So no matter how strange this gets, I am not quitting until my mission is accomplished.
I have to hold back a snort of laughter at the crucial moment as I lower Jayden into his crib. The idea of viewing Colton’s orgasm as my mission is pretty funny. I hold my breath, slip my hands from under Jayden’s head and stand, watching to see if I’ve been successful.
Another few beats pass and he stays still, breathing slowly in and out.
Success!
We sneak out and close the door behind us, and at that precise moment my body tingles all over as I meet Colton’s soft brown eyes.
The awareness of what we’re about to do sizzles in the air between us, zipping back and forth.
Colton’s tongue darts out to wet his full lower lip.
My nipples tighten against the fabric of my bra.
I step forward, ready to take the situation in hand—so to speak—when an old instinct kicks in, and I reach up to smooth a hand over my hair.
It’s frizzed and knotty after a day of being out and about and looking after Jayden.
In fact, I probably look a mess. It’s stupid, but I would feel a whole lot better about this if I look my best. “Can we wait a moment?” I ask hurriedly.
His brows draw down into a frown. “We don’t have to do anything that’s making you uncomfortable.”
“No it’s not that. Hang on.” I dash to my bedroom, glance in the mirror, and wince. I wasn’t wrong. I quickly brush my hair, change into a nice dress, then change back, not wanting Colton to get the wrong idea. I don’t want him to think I’m trying too hard, but I don’t want to be a complete mess.
Ugh! I’m stalling, but somehow this feels strangely important.
I straighten my spine and tell myself to grow up. This is for Jayden. This is to fulfill a dream I’ve always had.
I’ve taken to keeping my phone on silent, stuffed into the drawer of the nightstand in the bedroom to avoid looking at it. Now I fish it out and unlock the screen, hoping for a message from Elisa or a sign to show I’m making the right choice.
Instead I find a message from my mom.
Mom: Natalia Elisa Martinez, you call me back as soon as you get this. There’s a good man you’re throwing away. It’s not too late to apologize for whatever you’ve done and win him back.
I stuff that thing back in the drawer so fast I’d be surprised if my mom doesn’t get whiplash. Nope. Not dealing with that right now. Giving a blow job to a gorgeous athlete doesn’t seem so intimidating when compared to having that conversation with my mom.
I march back to the living room to find him waiting right in the spot I left him. “We just need to be practical about this,” I say with a confidence I do not feel.
“Right. Practical.” He scratches the back of his head, not looking very convinced.
“We can. We’re doing this for Jayden.”
“For Jayden.”
Colton makes no move, and I’m damned if I’m going to let nerves get the better of me on this. I gather my hair up and twist it into a knot at the back of my head. Then I drop to my knees.
Colton’s breath hitches. “You’re sure?”
I look up at him, determined. “Absolutely.”
I reach for his belt, and he doesn’t stop me. I unbuckle it, unfasten his trousers, and draw them over his hips. I’m so focused on my task it takes a moment after I pull down his briefs to process that his cock is still soft.
That’s probably because soft or not, it’s still the largest dick I’ve ever seen. It’s pale in color compared to the rest of his skin, especially at the tip. The head itself is thick and almost square.
“Can I touch you?”
His voice is agonized when he speaks. “Of course.”
His skin is warm as I run my fingertips down the length of him, testing, exploring.
He stands rigidly still as I touch him, not protesting, not making any sound at all. I wish he would moan or grab my hair. I’ve always loved giving a blow job when the guy I’m with is really into it.
This feels more like I’m interrogating him.
My mouth goes dry, and I start to lose my nerve. Colton’s dick hangs completely soft between his legs.
I pause, withdrawing my hand, uncertain what to do next.
Colton clears his throat. “Sorry. I might need a minute.”
Trying not to feel hurt, I nod. “Sure.”
He lets out a huff of breath and pulls me to my feet. Then he leads me to the sofa, sitting beside me and twisting to look into my eyes. “I’m not sure I can do practical.”
“You can’t?” I hold my breath. Is he about to call this off? He cups my cheek and tilts my chin, angling me to face him.
“No. I like you too much to be just practical or clinical. It feels wrong.”
“You do?” Now my excitement is back, skating through my veins like roller-skating butterflies. I shouldn’t be this excited. That should be a red flag, but he holds my gaze and the delicious tension is back, stronger than before.
My breath is unsteady when I speak next. “Oh, well let’s slow down then.”
He leans in, and his hot, sweet breath fans over my face.
“Mmm.” I lose track of our conversation, focused only on the minuscule space between us and all the places we are and are not touching.
His hand on my cheek. The other slung over the back of the sofa.
My thigh presses against his. “Can I kiss you?” he asks in a whisper.
I should say no. I should say it’s not like that, but I realize I want this too. I want to feel wanted again for a moment. “Yes.”
As his lips close in on mine, I’m insanely conscious of the fact that his pants are still open and his cock is exposed.
His exhale shudders against my skin and then the distance is gone. His lips press to mine, and he groans as he moves against me in a kiss that feels anything but clinical, nothing like practical. This kiss is all about pleasure as his lips and tongue stroke mine.
The longer it goes on, the more I lose myself in it, body waking up as if from a long sleep, parts I didn’t realize might be interested sit up and take notice.
His hand slides to the back of my head, fingers carding through my hair, loosening my bun. Despite what I said earlier, I’m falling into it harder, twisting, wanting more of his kiss. His lips are full and pillowy against mine, his tongue the perfect mix of firm and giving.
Before I know it, I’ve slung my leg over his and climbed into his lap. Through my thin pajamas, it’s immediately obvious from the hot, hard pressure against my inner thigh that part of Colton’s body is reacting to me in much the same way I’m reacting to him.