Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
COLT
Late afternoon on Saturday, Mom’s living room smells like tomato soup and Vicks vapor rub.
The heat is too high—as usual—and she’s wrapped in the pink blanket she’s had since I was in high school.
She’s doing better today. The color is back in her face, and she’s breathing easier.
I’m sitting on the edge of the couch, watching her knit something uneven and lopsided that she’ll insist I keep forever.
“So,” she says without looking up, “you seeing anyone?”
I choke on air.
“Uh—what?”
“I’m sick,” she says, “not dead. And you’re glowing.”
“I’m not glowing,” I protest.
“You’re glowing.”
She squints at me. “And you only glow when you like a girl.”
I rub the back of my neck.
“There’s…someone. Kind of. But it’s complicated.”
“All the best ones are,” she says, nodding knowingly.
I smile despite myself, and she pats my hand.
“I don’t care if she’s older or younger or sideways or whatever. I just want you to be happy, Colt.”
My heart tightens.
Before I can respond, my phone buzzes.
Elena: So…what are you doing tonight lol
Blood drains, then rushes back all at once.
Mom lifts an eyebrow. “That her?”
I swallow. “Maybe.”
The bubbles pop up again.
Elena: Hi. You didn’t answer…Do you have any dates tonight?
A laugh escapes me.
Colt: Do YOU?
Her reply comes fast.
Elena: Like I’m going to be able to see anyone right now. After I just got my insides rearranged. I’m actually having trouble walking. And it’s not from workout soreness :)
My stomach flips.
Mom is watching me like a hawk.
“Colt.”
“Hm?”
“If that’s the woman making you glow…”
She points at my phone.
“Don’t be an idiot.”
I nod… slowly.
My thumbs move before my brain catches up.
Colt: Thought this was casual?
A beat.
Elena: I’m just saying…you can come by if you want.
I freeze staring at my phones and Mom smirks.
“Well?” she whispers dramatically. “GO.”
I stand so fast I almost knock over her knitting.
“Love you, Mom.”
“Love you too. Put on a clean shirt and bring her something nice.”
I kiss her forehead.
Grab my hoodie.
Head out the door with my pulse in my throat.
In the grocery store I wander aimlessly for five minutes before grabbing everything I know she’ll like.
· Fresh pasta
· Real parmesan
· Tomatoes
· Basil
· Dark chocolate
I don’t even realize I bought flowers until I’m in line with them.
Not casual behavior, Evans.
Too late now.
I arrive to her apartment at eight oh three.
I only knock once, and the door opens.
And I forget how to breathe.
Elena stands there in lingerie—not tacky, not flashy, just… elegant, soft, deadly.
A robe slips off one shoulder, framing her like a painting.
Her eyes widen when she sees me holding groceries.
“You’re serious,” she whispers.
I swallow, hard.
“Yeah. Can I—uh—cook?”
Her laugh is small, breathy, nervous.
“Can you…are you serious? Colt, of course you can cook.”
We stare at each other for a beat too long.
Then she steps back and lets me step in. The door clicks shut behind me.
She laughs nervously. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you right away, I was just—”
She doesn’t finish, because I set the groceries on the counter…and I’m moving before I even think.
I reach for her.
She gasps softly as my hands slide to her waist.
“Elena,” I murmur, voice low. “You’re going to kill me.”
Her breath trembles.
“Then die dramatically.”
I don’t remember leaning down.
She gets on her tippy toes.
But suddenly her mouth is on mine, warm and soft and hungry, kissing me like the ten weeks of tension finally snapped.
I pick her up without thinking.
She lets out a small sound against my lips, arms wrapping around my neck.
I carry her toward the bedroom, her body warm and pliant in my arms. She lets out a small sound against my lips, arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer, as if she wants to meld us into one. The way she clings to me sends a wave of desire crashing through me.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as I kick the bedroom door open with my foot, the hinges creaking in protest. The space is dimly lit, intimate, filled with the lingering scent of her perfume.
And with one last breathless look between us—the kind that says we both know exactly what’s about to happen—the door closes behind us with a soft thud.
I set her down gently on the edge of the bed, but I waste no time.
“Stay,” I command, my voice low and firm as I take a step back to take her in. She’s breathtaking, her hair tousled, lips slightly swollen from our kisses, eyes dark with need.
She bites her lip, the glimmer of excitement in her gaze sending a thrill through me. “What do you want me to do?” she asks, a teasing lilt in her voice.
“Just wait,” I reply, my tone leaving no room for argument. “I want to see you like this—eager, ready for me.”
“I’ve been ready for you since our first session.”
With that, I watch as her breath quickens, anticipation flooding her features. I walk around the room, taking in the soft lighting, the way her sheets look inviting, and the gentle hum of the city outside filtering through the window. But my focus quickly returns to her.
I stride back toward her, my heart racing as I close the distance. “Now, take your top off,” I order, my voice rough with desire.
Her eyes widen for a moment, but she complies.
I stare at her, grinning ever so slightly.
“Bottoms, too.”
Watching her take it off is the sexiest move I’ve ever seen in my life.
The sight of her bare skin ignites a fire within me. “Good girl,” I murmur, my approval making her flush.
As she stands before me, I step closer, pushing her back gently until she’s lying on the bed, the soft sheets cradling her. “Now, I want you to spread your legs for me,” I command, the weight of my words hanging in the air.
She bites her lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness dancing in her eyes, but she does as I say, her legs parting to reveal her completely. My pulse quickens at the sight, and I can feel the heat pooling low in my stomach.
“Perfect,” I say, crawling onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. “You’re so beautiful like this. I can’t wait to have you again.”
I lean down, my mouth brushing against her thighs, teasingly close. Her breath hitches, and I can feel the tension building in the air. “Colt, please,” she begs, her voice a whisper filled with need.
“Patience,” I reply, trailing kisses along her inner thighs, moving closer to where she craves me most. I want her to feel every ounce of desire radiating from me, to understand how much I want to dominate her, to make her mine.
“Colt,” she whimpers, and that sound drives me wild. I look up at her, my eyes dark with lust. “You know what I want.”
“I know,” I say with a smirk, hovering just above her. “But you have to earn it.”
With that, I dive in, my mouth finding her, and she gasps, her body arching towards me. I work her slowly, savoring every taste, every sound she makes. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me on, but I hold her hips down firmly, keeping her in place.
“Keep still,” I growl against her, my voice thick with lust. She obeys, trembling as I expertly tease and pleasure her.
I can feel her building, her breaths quickening, and I pull back just enough to look her in the eyes. “You’re close, aren’t you?” I ask, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
“Yes,” she breathes, desperation lacing her voice.
“I could do this all night. But let go for me, Elena,” I command, and that’s all it takes. I dive back in, drawing her climax from her in waves, her body trembling beneath me.
“Fuck, Colt. That tongue…I’m coming. My God, am I coming…”
As she comes down from her high, I climb back up her body, my lips trailing along her skin, savoring the way she feels beneath me. “Now it’s time for you to take me,” I murmur, hovering above her, the weight of my body pressing her into the bed.
“Oh,” she breathes, her eyes wide with anticipation.
“Look at me,” I command, and she does, her gaze locked onto mine, filled with a mix of fear and excitement. “There’s no holding back now.”
I press into her, filling her completely, and she gasps, her body arching against mine. Each thrust is punctuated by the soft sounds of pleasure escaping her lips.
“Just like that,” I growl, feeling her tighten around me, her body responding to every movement. “You’re doing so well.”
With each thrust, I can feel the intensity building again, and I take control, driving deeper, pushing us both closer to the edge. “I want to hear you say it,” I demand, my voice a low growl.
“Colt,” she moans, “I want you so bad.”
“Tell me how good it feels,” I order, bottoming out, and she complies, the sound of her voice filling the room.
“Oh fuck. Oh God,” she whimpers out, and I can feel her body clenching around me, that delicious warmth pulling me in deeper. “Eight fucking inches.”
“Good God,” I murmur, my breath quickening as I lose myself in the moment, feeling her beneath me, knowing I’m giving her everything she wants. “You’re fucking perfect.”
As the pace quickens, we’re lost in each other, the world outside fading away until it’s just our sweaty bodies against one another, our desires, and the electric connection between us.
I can feel the tension building again, and as I plunge into her, I know we’re both teetering on the edge of ecstasy once more.
“I’m gonna come,” I finally say.
“Good. I already have. Multiple times.”
“You sure you can’t get pregnant? Because I’m going to fill you up again.”
“No, I can’t, baby.”
“Let go with me,” I demand, and as I reach my peak, she follows right after, our cries mingling in the air as we both surrender to the intense pleasure washing over us.
As we collapse together, panting, hearts racing, I can’t help but smile against her skin. In this moment, we’ve crossed every boundary, and I know we’ve only just begun.
Her chest heaves.
“How soon can you go again?”
I smirk. “Thought you’d never ask.”
“I was joking,” she grins. “This would be four in a day.”
“I wasn’t.”
“As long as you cook after. I’m starving.”