Chapter 9 Colt
COLT
TWO WEEKS LATER…
The air in the cab of my truck is stale. The bench seat is giving my spine issues from sleeping on it for so long. The same stretch of highway I’ve stared at every night has burned into my brain like a toxin. Cars hum by, but every time I close my eyes, the only sound I hear is Lily’s voice.
I’m parked at an old service station a few miles away, spooning beans out of a can and trying to convince myself that leaving her was the right thing to do.
I made the right decision. I did what I had to do.
It was either leave or stay and destroy our entire family. With me gone, everything can go back to normal. And that’s what Lily needs: a normal life. Not one thrown into chaos by an older guy who couldn’t keep it in his pants.
I should have known better.
Should have kept my hands off her and suffered in silence. But I couldn’t. She was just too much for me. She’ll always be too much for me. Going back is not an option now.
I glance in the rearview and see a little blue hatchback bumping across the parking lot toward me. My heart lurches. There’s no question who’s driving that car.
It’s Lily.
I grab a bottle of water and splash my face and scrub, trying not to look like a man who’s just spent fourteen days living off the grid. Quickly, I swap shirts to the cleanest one I have and open the door before she can come over and witness my mess.
She steps out of the car in a soft tank top and cutoff jeans, her hair in a messy knot that captures her heavenly beauty. My washer still hangs from her throat, causing my heart to leap. How could a simple piece of metal carry so much meaning?
I meet her eyes—those stubborn, gorgeous, green eyes—which are rimmed by furious red. She’s been crying. But there’s also a twinkle there of undeniable happiness.
“Hi,” she says simply.
I clear my throat. “You shouldn’t be here, Lily.”
“You shouldn’t have left.”
She states it like a simple fact, and I feel myself starting to fold. The road behind us is quiet. No one is filling their car. We’re essentially alone, sun beating down on us, wrapped in the brutal truth of the tragedy of our relationship.
“Lily—”
She walks straight into my arms. No fear, no hesitation. Just a brave little body pressing into my chest like she never cared about anything but us. And that’s true.
Her hands slide around my waist, and I inhale reflexively. She smells like lake water and the sweet scent of her shampoo. My arms close around her out of pure instinct.
Christ, it’s actually her. I’m not dreaming.
I bury my face in her hair and breathe deeply. Her warm, soft body against mine is hypnotic—something I never thought I’d feel again. She’s shaking, crying, her tears wetting the fabric of my shirt.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “For hurting you.”
“Yes.” She nods, leaning back so she can look up at me, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You did. And now you’re going to fix it.”
This is what I love so much about her. She won’t just sit back and watch the world go by. When Lily wants something, she goes and gets it. And that includes me.
I smile. “Your mom—”
“Mom’s still pissed. Jim’s pissed too. But who cares? They’re wrong.” She lifts her chin in defiance. Those lips…such an emotional moment, yet those lips send blood rushing to my cock. “But you. You left without even thinking about how I felt. You made my decision for me.”
“I was just trying to do the right thing, Lily.”
“Then do the right thing now.”
I take her by the shoulders. She feels so small, so tender. So mine. What was I thinking when I left? Christ, she’s my treasure. My everything. “But how?” I ask. “We can’t just march back into the house and say, ‘Hey, remember how you freaked out about us earlier? Too bad, we’re still together.’”
“We can,” she replies, eyes gleaming. “Because we have something now that we didn’t have before.”
I frown. “Oh? What’s that?”
Lily doesn’t answer. Instead, she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a little white stick in a plastic baggy. She holds it up like it’s a medal.
Two pink lines.
My whole world screeches to a halt.
“Holy shit.”
Her smile takes over her whole face. Pride. Joy. “Damn right.”
“Lily…”
“You know when it happened.” She smirks as her cheeks flush pink. “When you wouldn’t pull out. When you said you wanted to breed me.”
I’m instantly taken back to it.
“You’re not on the pill, are you? Good. Because I’m not pulling out.”
I was a man possessed. Enraptured by her tight pussy, her wetness, her moans, and how incredible she felt. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to. And thank God I didn’t.
“And you’re sure?” I ask. It’s a dumb question. She’s holding the proof right up in front of my face.
“I took three,” she says. “They all showed the same. I also went to the clinic to confirm. I’m pregnant, Colt.”
Lightning shoots through me. Joy crashes down on me, followed by hints of fear. I’m going to be a father. Christ, I don’t even know if I’m ready for that. But I will be. A man steps up to his responsibilities.
I pull her back to me and press my lips to hers.
No space between us, just an expression of the raw need we both feel.
She opens her mouth for me like she’s been wanting this kiss since I left.
Her tongue is hot and hungry but also pissed off as she kisses me fiercely back.
I taste her tears falling down her cheeks.
And damn it all to hell, but I taste a few of my own too.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby,” I growl into her mouth.
“For getting pregnant?” She giggles.
“For coming to find me.” I thread my fingers through her hair and cup the back of her neck. “For taking the first step.”
Her eyes soften. “You think I was gonna let my man run?”
My man.
I love it.
“Let’s go,” I tell her.
“Now? Right now? To tell them?”
“Damn right.” My voice is flat, confident. I’m done sulking around like a rat—hiding like a wimp. It’s time to man the fuck up and take back what’s mine. “But not before I get my hands on you.”
Her pupils dilate, and I snatch her up and lift her into the truck, laying her down beneath me on the seat. “Colt—”
“Two weeks,” I growl, snatching her shorts down to reveal her heavenly pink slit. She’s already dripping wet. “Two weeks without your pussy, babe. Do you know what kind of torture that’s been?”
Her face brightens, and she tilts her chin down and looks at me through her lashes. “Hard?”
I nod. “Hard like this.”
I tug my cock from my pants and let it slap down against her belly. I’m so fucking stiff. My balls are tight, filled with cum, the sacred seed that brought us back together.
We may be alone out here now, but there’s always a chance some passerby might come along and catch a glimpse, so I bury her beneath my body as I slide inside.
Her moan slides into my ear like music. The warmth, the wetness, the tight grip of her teenage walls grab my cock and pull me in. We lock together, made for each other.
“You’ve missed this, haven’t you?” I ask, pumping my hips down as I pull her tank top up and kiss her breasts.
“Yes,” she stammers. Her voice is choppy, staggered with each thrust I deliver. With an assertiveness I never expected, she reaches out and grabs my hips, pulling me into her harder. Faster. “More. Give me more.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
The goddamn suspension of my truck starts to squeak as I drive my swollen hard-on into her. She’s so tiny beneath me, but she takes my cock like a pro. “Oh, Jesus. Oh, God,” I pant, losing myself in the glory of her. Pleasure this intense shouldn’t exist. “Your pussy’s so goddamn good I could die.”
“Don’t die, baby,” she mewls. “I need to come.”
“Goddamn. So do I.”
My whole body begins to tingle, my blood rushing like a fiery typhoon. I stuff every inch of my length into her dripping cunt, bottoming out as I lose all control. And that’s when I explode, filling her with my cream.
“I feel it!” she cries out, arching into me. Her perky tits press against my cheeks as I growl like a beast. Then I feel it—her tight walls clamping down on my cock as my balls jerk and my shaft twitches, filling her with my seed. The seed that already impregnated her.
This girl is going to be the mother of my children.
Possession pounds through me as I rut deep and bury myself inside.
We come hard together, our hearts pounding through our chests like two drums beating in rhythm.
Her slick little pussy has my head spiraling.
All I can do is pant hard as I come down, the sound of her moans like soft music in the cab.
What a wonder this girl is. She came and found me, forced me to be the man she knew I could be. Like an idiot, I tried to fight her from the start. But it’s like she could see our future together and knew—just knew that this is where we should be.
But this is barely it. I’m going to build a life for us. A stable home for her and our child. And I’ll never let her down again.
Finally, as my balls empty, I slump down on top of her. Her body jerks a few more times as the last spasms of her orgasm ripple through her, and I smile. Watching, feeling her come is the hottest thing in the world.
“Satisfied?” she teases.
“Almost. But if you think I won’t be fucking you again later, you’re crazy.”
She giggles again, warming my heart. I lift myself up on my elbows and look down at her. Christ, she’s so beautiful.
“I’m okay with that.” She smiles. “More than okay with that.”
“You’re mine.”
She nods. “I’m yours.”
“No one will ever touch you.” The words tear from my throat in a heavy growl.
“Never.”
“Say my name.”
She smiles, so adorably. “Colt.”
I pinch her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Again!”
“Colt!” She squeals. I bring my lips to hers, and we embrace, our love wrapped around us like chains.
I see my washer lying on her chest and lift it gently to look at it. She never took it off. She wore it, a symbol of her commitment to me, and I know our folks could not have been happy about that. Both of them must have been begging her to take it off these last two weeks. But she didn’t.
“Time to go,” I tell her. “Together. We’ll go in together and tell them the news. And if they start yelling, we’ll just tell them again. We’ll tell them we love each other, and we’d like help picking out the crib.”
Lily giggles, her eyes shining. “You’ll fight for me.”
“Like I should have done the first time.” I press my forehead to hers. “And I’ll never leave your side again.”
I kiss her again and press my palm to her belly where our kid is growing. Then I help slide out of her and help her get her clothes back on. She hops out, I start the truck, and she follows behind as we drive back to the lake house.
This is it. Time to put my foot down—our feet down. One big fight to bring the family together so they truly understand that nothing in the world can keep Lily and me apart.
Lily is my love, and she’s carrying my miracle.