Chapter Fifteen
Amelia
Sam talks Colton into reading three stories before I intervene and tell him that’s enough. Lily eats up every word, giggling at all the funny voices he uses.
“Mom, what’s an orgasm?” Sam blurts, and I nearly swallow my tongue at the unexpected and untimely question.
“Where did you hear that word?” I demand.
“I heard Auntie Raven ask if Colton gave you an orgasm. But I dunno what it is.” He shrugs as if he didn’t just throw me under the bus in front of the very guy I was talking about. Raven was being nosy and wanted to know if we hooked up again.
When I told her we hadn’t, she asked why, and honestly, I’m running out of excuses.
“So, did he?” Sam continues.
Colton chokes next to me, and I know he’s reveling in my discomfort.
“That’s a great question, buddy,” he tells Sam. “But not a very appropriate one.”
“Orgasm!” Lily repeats, giggling as she attempts to say the word. “Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm!”
“Okay…I think it’s time to go to sleep.” I stand, tucking them in tighter.
“Wait, you need to read to us now,” Sam pleads.
“Colton did already, and it’s gettin’ late.”
“But you always do. Please?”
“I’ll start the kettle so you can stay,” Colton says, his tone filled with amusement.
I stay and read them a couple more before they finally pass out. But even then, I can’t find the strength to leave.
I stare at my son, feeling a tightness in the pit of my stomach. For many years, it was just him and me against the world. Going from job to job, apartment to apartment, and he was always happy to have anything I could provide for him—even when it wasn’t much.
He got me through some of my darkest periods, and losing him would destroy me in an unfathomable way.
“Amelia,” Colton whispers behind me. “The tea is ready.”
Snapping out of my trance, I look at him over my shoulder.
“C’mon, let ’em sleep. They’re safe,” he reassures me, nodding toward the hall.
Before going, I kiss them both one more time. Remy stays behind, curled up by their feet on the bed.
Colton meets me in the kitchen, then hands me one of the mugs. “Probably a silly question, but…are you doin’ okay?”
I lean against the counter across from him at the island and blow on my tea before taking a sip. He’s made it perfectly.
“I’m tryin’ not to let my mind go to a dark place, but it’s hard.”
“It’s okay to feel scared and relieved at the same time, as long as you don’t let the fear consume you.”
“Can I ask somethin’?” When he nods, I continue.
“Have you ever dated a woman with kids before? It’s just, you’re so good at understandin’ our priorities and being involved with ’em.
Neither of my partners were eager to be fathers, so it’s rare to see another man step up who’s not gettin’ anythin’ out of it. ”
“I’m not like those men,” he declares firmly.
“And yes, I’ve dated a couple women years ago who had children, but it didn’t work out ’cause they went back to their exes, and I wouldn’t take ’em back when they came to their senses.
Although I was tempted once ’cause I missed the kids, it wasn’t enough of a reason to give it a second chance. ”
I’m not surprised he got attached to kids that weren’t his, but it’s kind of sad to think about how he never got to see them again.
“I bet you were a good big brother to Bodie and Bellamy. Y’all seem close.”
“We are. There’s two years between Posey and me, and two years between her and Warren, but there’s four years between the twins and me. So, I was already in elementary school when they were old enough to play and loved comin’ home so we could.”
I drink more of my tea, enjoying the warmth as it settles in my stomach.
“Can I ask you somethin’ now?” he asks, setting his mug next to him.
“As long as it’s not gonna embarrass me.”
“Well…I can’t promise that. But I was curious as to what your chat with Raven was ’bout if it had her mentionin’ orgasms.”
Groaning, I knew he’d find a way to bring that up. “That’s confidential. Ya know, girl code. Can’t share details ’bout a private conversation.”
“Couldn’t have been that private if Sam overheard y’all.” He smirks, crossing his arms. The moment makes his shirt tighten across his chest. “And I think girl code gets voided if the person being talked ’bout learns y’all were talkin’ ’bout him. He earns the right to know.”
“Regrettably, most of it slips my mind.” I shrug, bringing the mug back to my mouth.
“You might wanna get that checked out.”
I set my tea down, staring curiously at him. “What?”
“Your chronic condition, selective amnesia. Seems to be quite the problem.”
“There’s no treatment, sadly.”
“How unfortunate.” He pushes off the counter, walking toward me with an intensity I haven’t seen in him since the night we first met. “Maybe I should refresh your memory.”
I hold his gaze and swallow hard. Before Lily interrupted us and he confessed he was crazy about me, I almost begged him to touch me then.
“Maybe you should.”
“If you want me to kiss you, you’re gonna have to be the one who crosses that line.”
He’s being respectful of my earlier wishes, which is commendable, but now I want him to be anything but nice.
I close the gap between us, staring into his hooded eyes. “Kiss me, please.”
“You’re sure?” He wraps a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, softly caressing my cheek. “Because once we break through those boundaries, there’s no goin’ back this time.”
Rising up on my tiptoes, I gently brush my lips against his, but he doesn’t reciprocate.
“Colt…” I blink at him, worried he’s going to deny me what we both want. “Take my kiss. Take whatever you want from me. I’m done pushin’ you away.”
Without hesitating, he cups my face and slants his mouth over mine. Fireworks erupt in my core when his tongue piercing slides between my lips, and I moan when he deepens the kiss.
“Fuck, Amelia,” he breathes out, cupping my ass and setting me on the counter. The movement bumps my mug, spilling the tea everywhere.
“Oh shit,” I mutter.
“Leave it.” He lifts me again, but this time my legs wrap around his waist, and he carries me.
He continues devouring me while blindly walking to his bedroom. Once he kicks the door shut, he sets me on the mattress and towers above me.
“Tell me you want this as much as I do,” he demands, sucking on my neck and whispering in my ear. “You won’t be able to run away this time, so you better be certain you can face me in the mornin’.”
My chest tightens at how devastated he must’ve been when he woke up, and I was already gone.
“I do, even more than before,” I reassure him.
“Thank fuck.” He lifts, then pulls me up with him. “C’mon, we’re gettin’ in the shower.”
“What, why?” I ask, letting him lead me.
“’Cause I wanna hear you scream my name like before, but don’t wanna risk wakin’ the kids.” He winks over his shoulder. “And I wanna see every inch of you this time.”
That makes me freeze, worried about what he’ll see on my body. When we went back to his hotel room, he kept the main lights off, but there was a dim night light in the bathroom. I’m sure he could see or feel them, but in the dark, it was easier to pretend they didn’t exist.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, facing me. “Is this too fast?”
“No, it’s not that.”
He locks the bathroom door behind me when I lean against it. “Tell me.”
Lowering my gaze to the floor, I contemplate how to share this particular insecurity.
“Amelia, darlin’…” He tips my chin. “Whatever it is, you don’t gotta be embarrassed, especially not ’round me.”
“I’ve had two pregnancies, and with that, a lot of stretch marks on my thighs, hips, and breasts. I never had the money to get the expensive lotions and creams, so years later, they’re still noticeable. And I don’t like showin’ ’em off if I can help it.”
He furrows his brows, scanning the length of my body. “You have the most perfect skin I’ve ever seen and tasted. Those marks on you aren’t imperfections. They add one-of-a-kind value. And if you’d let me, I’ll prove just how eager I’ve been to lick each one.”
“You really are too good to be true, Colt. It’s disheartenin’.”
He chuckles, inching closer until his lips capture mine. “Apologies ’bout that. But if it makes you feel better, I wanna do very bad things to you.”
“That does, yes.” I wrap my arms around him when he pulls me up and cling to him as he walks toward the shower.
Once he turns on the water, he helps undress me, grinning as he looks at my body. Then I remove his, appreciating every hard inch from top to bottom.
God, it really is unfair.
Sculpted like a statue, double nipple piercings, full tattoo sleeve on one arm.
And his cock.
No wonder he ruined me for all other men.
“Make sure to take a good, long look so you don’t forget next time.”
“Are you always this arrogant?”
“Me? Never.” He smirks, pulling me against his naked body.
“I meant what I said earlier and how crazy I am ’bout you.
And although I know you can’t promise me anythin’ more once you leave, I’ll take whatever you can give me, even temporarily.
No pressure, okay? I just wanna be with you for the rest of the time we do have together. ”
I can’t blame him for being cautious of our hearts and making it clear he doesn’t expect anything from me, but I want more. There’s no way I’ll be able to move on from him.
And I don’t want to.
But I’d rather talk about that later because his dick is pressing into me, and I’d much prefer that inside me.
Reaching for him, I crash my mouth to his, then let him take the lead. He walks us into the shower, the warm water a pleasant feeling, and I wrap my fingers around his shaft.
“Shit, I forgot how thick and long you are.” I lick my lips and stroke him faster.
“As much as I appreciate the glowin’ feedback, I don’t wanna come in your palm. It’s been too long, and I wanna take my time with you.”
“How long?” I ask when he removes my hand.
“I’ve not been with anyone since you, baby. Fourteen months. No one compared to you, not even close.”
Baby. Damn, that makes my stomach flutter.
And also that he hasn’t slept with another woman since our night together.
“Me neither,” I tell him.
“Guess that makes you mine.” He grins devilishly, spinning me around. “Put your palms on the wall and spread your legs.”
As soon as I’m in position, he slides a hand between my thighs and rubs my clit. “Fuck, I’ve dreamt of this. Touchin’ and eatin’ this sweet pussy.”
“Oh God, Colt…” My head falls back on his shoulder. His body blocks the water, spraying only against his back. “How do you always find it so fast?”
His other hand slides up my stomach and cups my breast. “Every inch of me is drawn to you. I was made to seek out every possible way to give you pleasure.”
“It’s so good. Don’t stop.”
He releases my breast and brings his palm to my ass, squeezing it. “Can’t wait to put my face between these cheeks later.”
Before I can respond, he sinks two fingers inside my pussy from behind and continues massaging my clit.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp, widening my hips. “Just like that. But harder.”
He continues thrusting until he finds my G-spot and sends me over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Colt, yes…” I moan through the waves of ecstasy, tightening around his fingers as he slows his rhythm.
“That’s my girl. So damn responsive,” he murmurs against my neck. “But don’t think I’m anywhere close to done with you. The next time Raven asks about orgasms, there better be no doubt.”
“Should I be offended you just said one of my best friend’s names while havin’ your fingers inside me?”
He chuckles, kissing under my ear. “No, because I’m only thinkin’ ’bout you, darlin’. But don’t worry, I’m sure Bodie’s takin’ good care of her.”
A laugh bubbles out of me because I almost forgot she was staying at his house tonight and can’t wait to give her shit the same way she’s done to me. Bodie’s crushed on her since they met at the wedding, but I’m not sure how she feels about him.
When Colton releases me, I turn and pinch his nipple before flattening my tongue over the piercing and sucking it into my mouth.
“I’ve been wantin’ to do that for a week,” I admit before going to the other one and giving it equal attention.
“Mm, baby. I love that.” He fists my damp hair and gently pulls me back. “I forgot a condom in my nightstand. Gonna grab one quickly.”
“I have some in my toiletry bag under the sink,” I blurt.
He raises a brow. “You packed condoms?”
I groan, shaking my head. “Don’t ask, okay? Just get one.”
With a smirk, he steps out of the shower, and I use the opportunity to admire his firm ass before watching him grab my bag.
He unzips it, and the realization hits me two seconds too late that I also hid my vibrator in there.
“Wait—”
He holds it up like a prize, eyes beaming with mischief. “Well…what do we have here, my little vixen?”
“Put it back. The condoms are on the bottom.”
“Oh hell no. We’re playin’ with this.”
Once he grabs a foil package, he struts back in with the vibrator in his hand.
“Have you used this since you’ve been here?”
“That’s none of your business.” I’m not admitting that I’ve used it almost every day to take off the edge and to restrain myself.
I plead the fifth.
He presses the button, bringing it to life. “Hm…where should I put it first?”
I cross my arms, pushing my breasts up. “Maybe we should use it on you first.”
His smile grows wicked. “You wanna peg me, huh?”
I can’t tell if he’s into it or seeing how far I’ll take it, but I’m intrigued, nonetheless.
“Doubt you could take it all like me, though.” I shrug tauntingly. “I don’t even need lube to fuck myself. Just slides right in.”
“Careful, darlin’.” He steps closer, caging me against the wall with his tatted arm and using his other to put the vibrator between my legs.
“I won’t think twice ’bout bendin’ you over and fillin’ both tight holes at the same time.
And I won’t stop until you squirt all over my cock. Think you could handle that?”
I’m hardly breathing by the time he stops speaking. “Fuck me and find out.”