Chapter 17 Colson
COLSON
FOURTEEN YEARS OLD
Dear Colson,
My name is Mary and I’m one of the nurses that cared for your mother.
I know you called several times last week regarding your mother, worried she wasn’t accepting visitors.
I have a feeling your father didn’t give you much information…
Unfortunately it’s not my place, but…I know that today is your birthday…
I only know because your mother had made a birthday card for you.
I kept it out of her personal effects when your father came to pick up her things.
I could lose my job if anyone finds out, but your mother meant a great deal to me.
She was my favorite patient. And she would have wanted you to have this.
I hope you find some peace in reading it. – Mary
Dear Cole,
My sweet boy, you’re fourteen and I can’t believe it. I remember when you were just four and loved bringing me flowers from the garden. You loved my garden, Cole. You used to ask if we could sleep in it, while we watched the stars and a few times we did. I don’t know if you remember that…but I do.
I know I’ve missed so much of your life…I know you probably don’t forgive me, and I know that one day we’ll get over it. We’ll make it better. You’ll see. We just need time, sweetie. Don’t worry about me, I’m strong, and so are you.
Your father explained about his plans with Sherrie…and the child... I know you were worried about how I’d take it, but there’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine.
I had a feeling about this when I saw Sherrie pregnant at his office those few years ago.
It doesn’t matter. What does matter is you have a little sister, and I want you to be strong for her.
It’s not her fault…or your fault that he fell in love again. I don’t hate him or hold it against him. He couldn’t stay married to me forever.
Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.
I love you, make a wish for me, and let’s dream about tomorrow.
Be the best big brother ever.
Love, Mom
It was just after five when I saw Nora’s new truck pull into her driveway. Not that I was waiting…I just happened to be in my office, going through emails. The reason I had been sitting here for longer than normal after going through my emails is because two more had come in from her.
Dear Cole,
Do you know your plans yet, or how long you’ll be in town?
I still hadn’t replied to her first correspondence. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say to any of them…especially the next one I clicked on.
Dear Cole,
I get that you hate me…I really do, but can I get your cell number? I need to talk to you, it’s sort of important. I can wait until Christmas if you don’t get this email, but it’s crucial that I see you. Please.
The knock on my door had me closing the laptop screen and walking away. I’d think about that later, for now I had a black pencil skirt to deal with.
“How come you haven’t made yourself a key yet?” I joked, swinging the door open for Nora.
She still looked as gorgeous as she did earlier, even if she had tamed those wild, gorgeous curls. She had reapplied the lipstick that she had on when I’d walked in earlier, and I was already imagining that color smeared along the base of my cock.
“Long day?” I kissed her cheek as she set her things down.
“You promised a bath for my toes,” she said, sitting on the entryway bench.
Bending low, I carefully pried the high-heeled boots from her toes. “Why are you wearing these? It’s like twelve degrees outside.”
Wincing in pain, she watched as I gently rubbed the arch of her foot.
“They’re cute with this skirt.”
My smile turned diabolic. “About this skirt…we need to get you out of it.”
Picking her up, and hearing her let out a thrilled squeal, I tossed her up onto my shoulder while running down the hall.
“Colllssson.” She shrieked as I entered the room and tossed her on my bed.
“Don’t move.” Standing, looking down at her as she smiled up at me, my heart burst. This was getting too real for me. If she walked away or…
I pushed the fear down and walked into the bathroom, leaning over the tub to fill it for her.
When I walked back to the bed, Nora had unbuttoned her shirt and was lying there in her white bra and pencil skirt.
Her hair fanned out behind her, while her deep purple lips spread in a sensual smile.
The way her dark lashes fanned the tops of her cheeks had me bending low and kissing her gently there.
She fit under me so perfectly.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I whispered, slowly dragging my finger down her face and tracing it along her collarbone.
She parted her lips as I kept placing small kisses on her face.
“When I first met you”—I pressed my lips gently to her eyelid—“it was your eyes that stopped me.”
I moved to her nose, and then her chin. “And those curls… fuck, that hair drove me wild.”
I kissed lower, right above her heart where her chest kept rising and falling in quick succession.
“Then you kept showing up on all our work sites, and you’d wear these cute as fuck outfits. I remember two occasions where you wore this skirt.”
I moved lower, licking between her cleavage and up along the swells of her breasts. Her fingers tangled in my hair gently, rubbing in a caress.
“You would bring coffee for all the guys, and in my mind, I would make up this story that you saved me for last because you wanted that few seconds of eye contact. Do you remember all those times I’d stare at you while our fingers would touch? Some days, I waited all day just to see you come by.”
I knew I had to stop; this was crossing too many lines, but I couldn’t seem to.
“Then you moved in right next to me and at first, I thought it was your dad playing a joke on me. I honestly assumed he’d bought it and put you there to tempt me, but now I realize it may have been fate.”
Her breathing was ragged, her stomach was dipping as my lips trailed a line down to her belly button.
Swirling my tongue there and holding her ribs, I placed a gentle, sweet kiss against her pebbling skin.
I let my mind wander for two seconds, thinking what it would be like to do this someday, with her…
while she was swollen with our kid. I’d kiss her belly every night, I’d run her baths and take her shoes off.
Looking up at her, I admitted how I felt. “That first time you smiled at me, that’s when you had me.”
“Colson,” she whispered, bringing her hand to my jaw and pulling my face up. She had tears in her eyes, one went rogue, running down the side of her temple.
Our gazes clashed, and there were three words on the tip of my tongue, she seemed to struggle to say something too as she opened her lips.
“Colson, I—”
The sound of water splashing made both our eyes go wide.
“The bath!” Nora gasped as I jumped up and ran.
“Shittt.” I stepped through the overflowing water and turned the faucet until it stopped.
The water had spread to every corner of the bathroom, soaking the bathmats and circling around the toilet.
“I’ll go get towels,” Nora said after peering in the doorway.
She darted away as I reached for the two hanging and a few left on the shelf. Throwing them down, I mopped up the water. Nora walked back with a huge pile in her arms.
We laughed as we cleaned up the mess, but the confession on the bed had gotten tangled in my rib cage, threatening to tear it completely apart and expose my heart.
I had to protect it.
I’d said too fucking much.
“Here, the bath is still good, come on over.”
I held out my hand to her, and she stepped closer while her arms dipped back, peeling off her shirt.
Turning her so she faced away from me, I deftly moved my fingers over the back of her skirt until I had the zipper and pulled.
Excitement thrummed in my sternum as I carefully bent her forward.
I had waited all day for this moment, to see her ass peeking out from the open fabric of her skirt.
Nora peeked over her shoulder as the zipper parted and then laughed.
My face fell.
“What are these?” I rubbed the material with the pads of my fingers, confused why her thong and ass wasn’t currently filling my palm.
She smirked, her chin on her shoulder, her lips spread wide while she wiggled her ass.
“Fleece tights.”
With a sarcastic laugh, I roughly pulled the material down her hips and then stopped at her thighs. She made some sort of squeaking sound as she tried to catch her balance by falling forward and grabbing the counter.
She couldn’t move, and I finally had total and complete access to her.
She sucked in a quick breath as I stood behind her and ran my hand down her back, adjusting her so that her chest was bent over the counter.
I didn’t waste any time getting her prepped, or wet. I didn’t let her orgasm or tell her to play with herself like usual.
I stared at her round ass and lightly slapped the cheek. I repeated the process, then pulled my cock out and lined myself up.
Then I thrust forward.
Nora gasped, gripping the edge of the counter.
I pulled out the slightest bit, wrapped her hair around my fist and then thrust again.
I realized me taking her like this, how rough I had entered her, and the way I held her hair, it contradicted the sweet sentiment I had shared in the bedroom, but that was calculated on my part.
I had shared too much, gotten too real…and it was going to scare her off if I didn’t rectify it and remind her that it was just physical.
“Such a fucking tight pussy.” I grunted in between thrusts. “Look at how well you take this cock.”
She made a whimpering sound, gasping for air as I exposed her neck, pulling on her hair.
In the mirror, our bodies reflected an erotic visual as her breasts pushed against the cups of her bra, jolting every time I drove into her.
Those aqua eyes were half open, watching me as I watched her.
Her left hand lifted from the side, and slowly drifted down to her clit and while we fucked in the mirror, I watched her rub circles into that pink center.