Chapter 17 Colson #2
But that would have her coming too soon, so I reached around and slapped her hand away. Her eyes grew wide as I let her hair go and gripped her by the hips and pulled her away from the counter.
“What are—” I kneeled down and tore the leggings and skirt from her legs, freeing her.
“Take off your bra,” I gritted out, moving to the tub.
It was still plenty hot, so I finished stripping and settled inside, resting my head against the pillow.
Nora watched me while a line formed between her dark brows.
“Come here.” I held out my hand, inviting her into the tub.
She did as I said and dipped her toe into the steaming water.
She kept her eyes on my fist, where under the water, I rubbed my cock until she lowered herself while lining up with my tip.
Her knees went wide as she sank down, inch by inch.
Even with the water, it took her a few seconds to adjust completely.
Once she did, her hands landed on my bare chest, and her eyes locked on mine.
I flashed her a carnal smile and pulled on the ends of her hair, tilting her head again.
“Now fuck me.”
Parting her lips, she did as I said, rocking her hips. Water sloshed as she moved but I didn’t care, we’d already made a mess of the room.
“Don’t hold back, Nora. Fuck me like you want to milk this cock for every drop of pleasure that your pussy always gets. Show me how greedy you can be.”
Her movements increased, she gripped the base of my neck as she took what she wanted from me, rotating and grinding against my hardness. She moaned, making sharp crying sounds every time my cock hit her G spot, and while she fucked me, I savored her tits.
The water splashed over her breasts as they bobbed and bounced. I pulled them into my palms and sucked the hardened nipples into my mouth as she threw her head back and moaned.
I let her breasts go to pin her hips with my hands, thrusting in harsh strokes.
“This, Nora…fuckkk.” I bellowed, finishing inside of her.
Sinking against me, she nestled her head under my chin as she slowly caught her breath. I traced lines into her back softly...gently stroking her arms around my neck as she clung to me.
We stayed like that until I finally lifted her hips, and she freed my softening cock, but I returned her to my lap where I could hold her against me.
I wanted to stay like this…just holding her, stroking her back while toying with pieces of her hair.
The bathroom was a mess, we hadn’t lit candles, the overhead light was on and brash against our skin as every single towel I owned save for two were on the floor to mop up water.
It was ridiculous and not romantic, and yet it felt real. The most tangible thing I had ever held between my palms.
Growing up, I always assumed relationships had to look perfect in order to last. My parents, from what I could remember, always smiled and doted on each other when we were in public.
But behind closed doors there was always a lot of yelling and crying.
The house was a disaster until our maid would come and clean up Mom’s outbursts.
I remembered helping one time and my mother took my hand, leading me away from the mess while tears streamed down her face.
She smiled at me like she didn’t know mascara ran down her cheeks, or that her lipstick was smeared.
She would take me to her garden and tell me to make sure it looked presentable…
things didn’t last unless we made them look worthy of care.
Maybe that was why Nora was such a mindfuck to me.
She never seemed to care about those things, her hair could be frizzy and wild, or tamed and relaxed.
She could have it matted to her face from a workout, or tucked under a hat while she worked in her garden.
Her house was the ugliest one on this block, and yet she was the most substantial person I had ever known.
Maybe it wasn’t about the exterior, but what was built inside that made someone worthy of being cared for.
“I have to go call my parents before it gets too late.” Nora suddenly broke into my thoughts.
I kissed the side of her head and helped her up.
“You call, I’ll go start dinner.”
Nora walked around in one of my larger T-shirts that stopped at the tops of her naked thighs.
She paced the living room while I sautéed chicken.
She’d already spoken to them about the weather and her business at the community center and then the conversation switched, and I felt the tension in the room.
“Since all your stuff is packed, did you and Dad want to have Christmas at my house?” Nora asked, toying with the ends of her hair.
I added garlic and cream to the chicken, flicking my gaze up a few times to make sure she was okay. There was silence, and then Nora stopped pacing.
“What do you mean a cruise?”
Fuck, that hit hard.
I knew, and I hadn’t warned her, and that fucking shitty thorn in my chest resurged. I tried to drown out the guilt with the notion that it wasn’t my place to interfere, and Nora and I had just recently started getting along.
“But—you can’t just leave…” Nora sunk to the couch; her shoulders caved in as she held her cell to her ear.
“So you’re leaving before Christmas, going on a cruise and then when you get back you’re heading straight to Arizona? What happened to spring?”
Her voice was cracking, and it made my chest physically hurt.
“Don’t worry about me…No, Rae is leaving too. I’m an adult now, I can stay home for Christmas on my own, it’s not a big deal…Yes, Colson does live right next door.” She turned to look at me.
I froze on the spot.
Fuck.
Shit.
She didn’t know that I wasn’t allowed to be with her. She didn’t know and if she said…
“Well, no, I don’t know when he’s leaving. But does it really matter?”
My heart practically jolted out of my chest. The chicken was burning, so I flipped the burner and set the dish aside.
“No, you can’t talk to him, I’ll ask him. But you guys are officially off the hook…It is late, I’m here because we…”
Her gaze snapped to mine, likely gauging what I wanted her to say.
“We’re…well, honestly, I have no idea, but it’s casual.”
My eyes closed slowly.
I didn’t know what hurt worse, the fact that the company was gone, or that she didn’t seem to know if we were a thing.
“Colson looks like he might pass out, so I’m going to go. Merry Christmas, call me when you’re in Arizona.” She ended the call and ran over to me.
“Are you okay?”
I blew out a long and heavy breath, bracing my hands on the counter.
“Yeah…I just think your dad might want to kill me now.”
She smiled at me, cupping my jaw. “I promise he won’t. He talks about you all the time. I swear he loves you.”
“Yeah?” I said for her benefit, but I knew better. He liked me as an employee, a VP but not as an option for his daughter.
Gripping her wrist and pulling her closer, I pressed my lips to hers briefly and then asked her something completely insane and something that I probably shouldn’t.
“So it sounds like he mentioned my plans?”
Nora popped a piece of chicken into her mouth, keeping her eyes down.
“Yeah, they seem to think I should crash someone’s holiday in order to survive. I’m an adult and will be perfectly fine on my own.”
Right…why was I so nervous to ask this?
“Well, about that…I don’t really like the idea of being away from you for a week and if you’re going to be alone, then why not come with me?”
Her eyes snapped up again, surprise evident in how wide those aqua orbs had gotten. Her lips parted as she stared, and then she blinked.
“Sorry…did I hear you correctly?”
Smirking, I tried to push away the nerves. “Yeah, come to California with me.”
What was the worst that could happen? She’d meet my shitty family, we’d have sex, I’d show her how to surf, we’d have sex again, and she could meet my brothers. The more I thought about it, the more I was beginning to like it.
“What do you think? Want to spend Christmas on the beach?”
Her long stare and flushing face weren’t the best sign…maybe I’d ruined this entire thing by asking.
Fuck.