Chapter Sixteen
Colton
If I don’t go slow, I’ll embarrass myself long before I’m ready to be finished with her. Amelia’s so damn tempting, it’s hard to resist giving in to her every demand.
Pressing her against the wall, I devour her mouth while the vibrator rubs against her clit. She can hardly breathe by the time I spin her around.
“Hold your leg up,” I order, setting the vibrator on the built-in shower shelf so I can sheath my erection. Double-penetrating her will have to wait until we have lube, and I can properly prep her for it.
Once the condom’s on, I press against her entrance and slide between her legs. Cupping her ass cheek, I raise her thigh higher and thrust deeper.
She gasps, muttering curse words, and squeezing tighter. “Fuck, it’s so good.”
My heart explodes, clinging to every breath she pants. “You have no idea, baby.”
I didn’t think I’d get to experience her this way again. And now that I am, I don’t ever want this feeling to be without her.
She wraps her arm around my neck, pulling me closer. I suck under her ear, savoring every taste and inch of her smooth skin as the steam from the hot water fills the room.
Sliding my palm across her hip, I feel the soft texture against my fingertips and hold her tightly against my chest.
“God, Amelia.” I lick a path from her collarbone to her jawline. “Your stretch marks are my aphrodisiac. I can’t get enough of you.”
“It’s somehow even better than before,” she admits, gasping when I pull out and slam back in. “Yes, like that.”
“Tease your clit for me,” I demand since my hands are keeping her steady. “Do it nice and slow.”
When she reaches between her thighs, I drag my teeth along the nape of her neck and she tightens around me. “Mm, so good.”
“Colt, I—” Her head falls back, unable to finish her words.
“So fuckin’ perfect.”
“I’m close…don’t stop.”
“Give me your mouth, darlin’.”
She turns her head so I can capture her lips and slide my tongue between them. Sucking on my piercing, her body shakes, and she squeezes my dick.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, giving into her sweet release.
She moans through the waves of pleasure, and the sound of her panting my name is an addiction I never want to be cured from.
Slipping out of her, I flip her around and kneel between her legs. “Need to taste you.”
Every lick is a burst of sweetness on my tongue, and it’s a craving I’ve been anticipating for months.
“Colt, it’s too much,” she whimpers, tightening her fist in my hair.
Instead of taking it easy on her, I slip two fingers inside her and rub my piercing through her slit. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I cage her against the wall with my body.
I can’t get enough of how sensitive she is to every touch and how hungry she is for more. Ripping off the condom, I finally give in and stroke myself.
“I’m almost there…fuck. I—”
Glancing up from between her legs, her back arches, pushing my face into her and feeding me exactly what I need.
“Did I suffocate you?” she asks once she catches her breath, smirking.
“You can smother me with your pussy anytime, baby.” I wink, lowering her leg and getting to my feet.
“My turn,” she says, grabbing my shaft and kneeling.
I press my palms against the wall behind her as she slides her tongue up the back of my shaft, causing an out-of-body experience that only she could give me. A tremor so strong, my knees nearly buckle.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” I mutter, admiring every inch presented in front of me.
I twist my fingers in her damp hair, holding her steady so I don’t explode too fast. Her tongue swirls around my tip before she sucks me back into her hollowed cheeks.
“Feels so fuckin’ good, darlin’. Your mouth is gonna wreck me.”
And moments later, it does.
She pulls back just in time for me to decorate her chest with my release. Before I can help her up, she slides two fingers through my mess and shoves them between her lips.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” My chest vibrates with an emotion I’ve only felt with her. “C’mere.”
As soon as she stands, I swipe my hand over the rest of my cum, capturing it in my palm. “Turn ’round.”
She complies without hesitation and spreads her legs.
“Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop,” I murmur, bringing my coated fingers between her cheeks and finding her tight hole.
Slipping the tip in, she exhales on a moan. “Are you seriously usin’ your cum as lube to finger my ass?”
“I can use my tongue, if you prefer,” I quip, sinking in deeper.
“Mm…maybe.”
“Let me stretch you a bit first,” I say, cupping her breast with my free hand. “Relax against me.”
When she does, I add my second finger. “Okay?”
“Feels a bit weird, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Grab the vibrator and fuck your pussy,” I order. “Gonna rub your clit, but if it’s too much, we can stop.”
“I can handle it,” she insists, increasing the speed once she positions it between her thighs, rocking her head back. “Oh my God.”
“Thatta girl, takin’ it so good. Just like that.”
I thrust my fingers in tandem with her toy and tease her sensitive button until she explodes like a fireworks finale. And it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever witnessed.
As soon as she sets the vibrator down, I pull her into me. Cupping her face, I slam my mouth to hers, stealing the air from her lungs.
“I think you paralyzed me,” she mutters, collapsing against me. “I can’t feel my limbs.”
“Good, then my planned work to keep you from leavin’ me in the mornin’,” I taunt, brushing wet strands off her face.
“You act as if you’ve never had a hookup bail on you before.”
“Not one that I cared so deeply for.” I dip down, gently kissing her. “And when it comes to you, I more than care for you.”
If my touch doesn’t give me away on how hard I’m falling for her, I’m sure my words will. And although I don’t want to scare her, it’s impossible to keep my feelings bottled up when they’re busting at the seams to come out.
We finish showering, scrubbing soap over each other, and then rinse off. She looks utterly sated and exhausted, so once we’re toweled off, I carry her to the bed.
“I’ll grab you some clothes.”
“Just underwear and a T-shirt is fine,” she says, brushing through her wet hair before putting it into a braid.
I pull on some sweats, then grab her one of my ranch logo shirts, and panties.
“Did you want more tea since we never drank ours?” I smirk, watching her get dressed.
“I’m ready to pass out, but you can if you want.” She gets under the covers, and I follow suit.
“The only thing I want is to hold you in my bed.” I wink, pulling her closer so her back fits snug against my chest.
“You should set an alarm so you can go back to yours before Sam wakes up. I don’t want him to see us and get confused or ask questions I can’t answer.”
“You’re gonna kick me out of my own bed?” I tighten my hold on her, sliding my palm under the shirt so I can feel closer to her.
She looks over her shoulder, smirking. “You only said I couldn’t bail, nothin’ ’bout pushin’ you out.”
“Wow…way to find a loophole.”
She shrugs playfully. “Don’t underestimate a Leo.”
“That means your birthday’s comin’ up. Shouldn’t your fake husband know that?”
“Probably,” she murmurs, sinking deeper into the mattress. “It’s July twenty-eighth.”
That’s only five weeks away, but it gives me enough time to plan something or, at the very least, get her something she can cherish for life, even if I’m not in it long-term.
My fingers brush a small scar near her belly button that I don’t remember noticing before. It doesn’t feel like a stretch mark since the texture isn’t the same.
“What’s this?” I ask, rubbing over it again. “Surgery?”
“Mm-hmm. When I was eighteen.” She moves my hand to the other side of her stomach. “I have another one here and down here.” She lowers my hand again. “They faded nicely, but the skin ain’t as smooth over ’em.”
“What happened?”
“Laparoscopic kidney removal.”
“You donated a kidney?” I push up on my elbow so I can see her face. “For who?”
She sighs, then finally opens her eyes and looks at me warily. “My mother.”
My brows shoot to my hairline as a mix of emotions swirls through me. All this time we’ve talked about her family and past, and she never mentioned it.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“’Cause I didn’t wanna see the look of disappointment on your face that you’re givin’ me right now.”
I gently stroke a finger over her cheek. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. Not judgin’ you.”
“She was on the donor list after being diagnosed with kidney failure, and when Samuel died, my father guilt-tripped me into checkin’ if I was a match.
He said I owed it to her for killin’ their only son.
And as my luck would have it, I was. He offered to buy me a brand new car if I did it, but I stupidly agreed ’cause I thought it’d make ’em love me again and stop treatin’ me like a villain.
Two years later, when they pushed me out, they only let me take what I could fit in my car.
And since I never had the money to buy a different one, it’s the same one I drive now. ”
Fucking hell. The audacity of her mother to take her kidney, then kick her only daughter out because she got pregnant. Although if I had to guess, they used that as an excuse and still blamed her for Samuel’s death.
“So all this time, you’ve been drivin’ ’round with the memory of what your parents did to you?”
She nods, repositioning her body so we’re chest to chest. “Didn’t have much choice. Fortunately, it’s worked great and has only had a few minor issues over the years.”
There’s no way she’d let me buy her another car, but she can’t turn it away if it’s a birthday gift…and if that’s how I have to present it to her so she no longer has to drive the guilt-mobile, then I will.
“And after all that, you’re still thinkin’ ’bout goin’ to see your dad?”
“Yeah, but not so much for him as it is for me. I wanna prove their cruelness didn’t win or define my life path, or rather, made it even better. And I didn’t need their help.”
“Okay, I can understand that. You still want me to go with you?”
“Only if you don’t mind. It’s not exactly gonna be a fun trip, but hopefully just one night, and then we can leave.”
Leaning down, I press my lips to hers. “I’m happy to go or do whatever you need me to do. I was gonna go to town on Monday and find some weddin’ rings so we’re prepared.”
Her eyes widen. “You think that’s necessary?”
“Absolutely. If we’re gonna show off our happy marriage, you need a rock as gorgeous as you on your finger.”
“As long as it’s fake. My mom’s judgy ass ain’t a reason enough to spend a ton of money. Especially since I don’t plan on seein’ her again after this one time.”
I beg to differ and plan to get her a real diamond ring, but if she wants to assume it’s fake, I’ll play along.