35. Colt – “Music is the only thing I’ve ever known that doesn’t have any rules at all.” — Josh Homme
35
Colt
“Music is the only thing I’ve ever known that doesn’t have any rules at all.” — Josh Homme
I roll my neck under the hot spray, every muscle in my body sore. It’s like I trained for hours. I couldn’t help but indulge in the fantasy of having her here every day, as many times a day as I wanted, for my muscular health. But I know I can’t. We did it again last night, then crashed. And as much as I wanted to fall asleep beside her in the apartment, I knew my mom and Bodie would question us, and it would look too suspicious for me to walk inside the house with my same clothes on. I want her again this morning, now that I know what I’ve been missing, but we can’t let this become normal. It will be painful enough when it ends, but before I know it, football season will start, and I’ll be gone, traveling again.
I shut off the water and towel-dried my hair. When I see her again, it will be in the bright daylight, and I’ll have to face how I did something shitty last night. Well, kind of, it would have been really shitty if we had our fucking session in Blakes's room.
I finish drying off and brushing my teeth in the sink. I’m trying not to think about the hot woman sleeping in my apartment. I mean, how wrong is what we are doing? She’s single. I’m single. We’re both adults, ya there is a slight age difference, and I dated her cousin. And yes, she knew my little brother, but I liked her before I knew all that about her. No one else was a factor in that. We aren’t trying to hurt anyone. Stepping back into my bedroom, I fight the urge to sneak into the apartment and have her again since it’s still early and Bodie is asleep. My mom must have moved into the other bedroom downstairs since I didn’t see her on the couch when I returned to my room last night.
Images of Abigail flash through my mind. I don’t know if I love her, but I’ve never wanted anything or anyone this bad. When I reached for my phone to text her, I realized I didn’t even have her number to wish her a good morning. That needs to change quickly. I sneak back downstairs, my heart beating fast. When I don’t hear my mom in the kitchen, I move quickly, ensuring I’m out of the house before anyone sees me. I jog down the concrete path to the apartment behind the lakehouse. I knock on the door before letting myself in. Abigail and her golden curly hair are sprawled out on the bed. She looks alluring as ever. I walk over to the bed and climb over her, spreading one leg open with my thigh. I kiss her softly, moving across her cheek to her ear and back toward her mouth.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
She moans, arching to meet my lips. Which are trailing down her body, then back up to her breasts.
“Isn’t it?” She says, joking.
I chuckle. Reaching over to the nightstand, I dig out another condom and start taking my sweats off.
“We don’t have much time. Just a quickie, okay.”
She stretches her arms above her head. “Okay,” she says, still sleepy, and I dive in. Several minutes later, we are both panting and sweaty again. Fuck I need to take another shower before my mom smells sex on me. But I don’t have time. Damn, that was good. Is it me, or does she feel better in the morning?
“Are you going to work out?” I ask her as I slip my pants back on.
“I kind of already did.” She says with a smirk.
“My mom will be awake any minute, so I will start making breakfast for Bodie. I’ll also make you a protein shake.”
“No need. I am going to do a quick HIIT workout. I have class this morning, but not until 11:00 a.m.”
“I need to have your motivation. You train like an athlete.” I tell her as I stand up. She sits up, throws the covers off of her, and walks over to her suitcase with nothing on but her T-shirt from last night, which reminds me of all the things I want to talk to her about to get her out of that sleazy place. She’s too good to be bartending there.
“It’s what helps me stay sane.” She says as she bends over, exposing her bare ass and part of her pink pussy.
“Abigail, fuck” I say as I walk up behind her, placing a hand on one cheek. “What?” She says as she stands, looking behind her shoulder at me.
“You can’t bend over with that perfect ass and not expect me to want you again.” I slide my hands under her t-shirt, and she moans. “Well, there’s no rule that you can’t have two quickies.” I feel her chest move up and down, and I spin her around, locking my lips with hers. Our tongues fight for dominance as I lift her by the ass and walk backward until we hit the wall. I place her down briefly so I can slip my pants down.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” cupping her ass, I lift her back up as she wraps her legs around me, and I jam into her hard.
She moans in pleasure. I feel her tight pussy stretch around my cock as I inch my way in. She grips my neck tighter as I pound into her, fucking her against the wall. Feeling her ass jiggle slightly with each thrust.
“Colt.” She gasps.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Condom”
Fuck. How could I forget? I never forget. Am I that enamored up in this girl I forgot to wrap up my dick? Fuck it. I’ll pull out. Guys do it all the time, and I’m sure she’s on birth control. Should I ask her?
“Do I need one?” I say through each thrust. Her breasts are smashed against my chest, and her warmth makes me feel so carnal.
“I’m clean,” she says. “And I’m…” Trailing off, I feel her cunt clench around my dick.
“Fuck. Abigail, your pussy feels so good.”
“Don’t stop, baby.” It’s the first time I hear her call me baby, and I kind of like the way it sounds on her lips.
The slickness from her cum makes my dick glide in and out even faster. And I know I can’t hold on much longer.
“Baby, I’m going-”
“Wait,” she cuts me off, jumping off my dick then kneeling before me.
“I want to taste you.”
I must have died and gone to heaven. She likes to swallow, too. Last night, when she took me in her mouth, I was sure that she was going to throw up. I”m pretty large, and she was taking me whole. Either she has no gag reflex, or she’s a hidden porn star. The thought alone made me cum. With her tongue held out and this perfect goddess on her knees, I let my release explode onto her. Groaning as my ass cheeks flex from the intensity. She wipes the side of her mouth with her finger, licking it as she looks up at me.
“Mmm. Guess I don’t need that protein shake after all.”
Sweat falls down my face as I stare at her with a blissful smile.
When I walked back inside, I let out a sigh of relief when my mom wasn’t in the kitchen yet. I look at the clock. It’s almost 9:30, and oddly, she isn’t awake.
As soon as I decide to go upstairs and check on her after I make some breakfast, I hear the front door open. “Dad,” Bodie says as soon as I turn around.
“Hey, Bud,” I put the eggs on the counter. “Whatcha got there?”
Bodie walks towards me with a bag; my mom has another one.
“Grammy took me out to get breakfast, and we brought you and Abigail some too.”
“Oh, she did.” My gaze glides up to meet my moms.
“I figured you would be tired after such a long night.” A faint smirk appears on her face, but she bites it back.
Crap. She knows. How did she know, though?
“Ya, Grammy said you’d be tired after such a long night, which I didn’t understand since you just went out with your friends, but if she tells me I’m getting buttermilk pancakes, then you need to be tired more often. These are the best pancakes ever.”
“I see you went to the Bramlet,” I say, helping Bodie take everything out of the plastic bag and set it on the kitchen island.
“Yup, Grammy said that was your favorite place growing up.”
“Was? Still is. Love their cinnamon waffles.”
“That’s right. I took your daddy there every Saturday. Just me and him. It was like our weekly date.”
I smile at my mom and can’t help but appreciate her as a mom and grandma now. But I dip my chin as a tingling sensation sweeps up the back of my neck and across my face.
She always knew everything. Even growing up, it was hard to hide shit from her.
“Is Miss Abigail going to join us this morning? Or is she vegan?” My mom smiles as she says it, but I can hear the sarcasm behind her tone.
“I don’t know. She may be working out or already in class. I mean, why would you assume I would know if she would join us.” My mom places some napkins down as she looks up at me through a raised brow.
“Just asking, honey.” She places two pancakes on Bodie's plate, and I fight the urge to say something to wipe that smug grin off her face. I pad over to the coffee machine to start making some coffee. I'll need it to get through the day.
“Dad, how many more weeks until the season starts?”
Bodie’s question jolts me back to reality, damn near giving me whiplash. Fuck. I’d be leaving soon. I thought.
“Not much longer, Bud. I have four weeks left. Once you start school, I’ll be training in meetings, film sessions, and back to traveling again.”
“Aww, man. Can I still hang out with Abigail when you are gone?”
I turn around to face him. “Yeah, sure. You like hanging out with her?”
“Yeah, she’s cool. I was bored since no kids are around here to play with, and she let me hang out with her in her room. Showing me some of the stuff she is going to school for. I thought it was cool. She’s in school like me and learning.”
That probably intrigued Bodie since Namoi or any other girls I dated were not interested in using their brains to make a living for themselves, including Bodie’s mom. However, I didn’t ever bring his mom up, and Bodie never asked.
“Is that right?”
“Yeah,” he says, taking a bite of his pancake. “And then I saw she had a violin, or maybe a guitar,” he says with a mouthful of food. “I can’t remember, but I asked her if she could play it, and she said yes, but it’s been a while since she’s practiced..”
My mom shot a look at me. I shrugged, acting like this was all new to me, too. Which it somewhat was. I knew Abigail had a voice on her. Whenever I walked in on her, listening to her eighties music and singing along to Whitney Houston or whoever else she was jamming to, I immediately recognized her voice. But I always smiled to myself and walked off before she knew I was watching.
Does that make me a creeper? Seriously, was that even normal? I’m Colt Killian, for Christ's sake, and I had a fetish for watching Abigail Asher from afar. I even found her social media accounts and watched some of her reels. She was pretty informative on all the nutrition information, including eating habits and psychology. It lacked some entertainment value, but it was informative nonetheless. Whatever she decided to do in life, I knew she would excel. I still need to talk to her about getting her to quit working at Shifters. I don’t understand why someone as smart as her would even settle for that job. Sure, it wasn’t stripping, but being a bartender at a joint affiliated with a strip club was not much better.
“Dad, Dad, Dad,” Bodies voice snaps me out of my train of thought. “Are you listening?”
“Yeah, sorry, buddy. I’m listening.”
“I don’t think he heard you, Bodie, repeat what you said.” My mom nudges Bodie with her shoulder to his, winking at him.
“I said when I told her that I liked music and wouldn't mind playing an instrument like the guitar, she told me she knew someone special who loved the guitar and that I reminded her of him. She said I would have liked him a lot. And I asked her who it was, and she said you would have to tell me one day.”
My mom raises one eyebrow at me as she slowly takes a bite of her oatmeal Multigrain pancake.
“Who’s she talking about, Dad?”
Bodie didn’t know about Blake, and I wanted to keep it that way as long as possible.
I didn't want him to get influenced by music and all that rock n’ roll, smoking weed bullshit. I have nothing against anyone who loves music, but I’m also convinced the glam of being a rock star killed my brother. So, I didn’t want to put any ideas in Bodie’s head. Football is what he would live and breathe like me growing up—football breeds discipline.
And I know being a pro football player isn’t for everyone, but it’s the only thing that kept me alive and my headstrong when I felt like the world around me was falling apart. Football instills discipline in you, mental strength, and the importance of teamwork. Music was all about teaching you how to feel and be in your feelings and to live by them. It’s why I rarely listened to music, and it’s why I didn’t want my son's head filled with any ideas about taking the lifestyle of a musician seriously.
“Uh, someone we both knew.” I finally say.
My mom stops chewing mid-sentence, and I can see the wheels turning in her head. She had no idea Abigail knew Blake. But she does now.
“Really? Was he like a famous rockstar or something? I heard Abigail sing because I asked her to, and she sounded like a pop star, like the one all the girls in my class talked about. What’s her name?” he looks up at the ceiling and thinks. “Charlie? No Taylor?” He scratches his chin, and I can’t help but smile.
“How about you finish your breakfast, and we’ll talk about that another time? We got pee-wee football camp in an hour, so I don’t want you playing on a full stomach.”
“Okay,” he says with a discouraged tone as he looks down at his food.
“After practice, we can go to that trampoline park, and you can bounce around.”
“Yeah, okay.” He says as he moves his food around his plate.
What the heck just happened? Did I miss something?
“I thought you loved that place?”
“Yeah,” he says, still looking down at his plate.
“Bodie,” my mom places a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at her. “What do you want to do after football camp?”
I stare at my mom, fighting back the urge to roll my eyes. She babied my son way too much, and I know she was making up for the times she couldn’t baby me because she was working, but still, couldn’t she tone it down a bit?
Bodie slowly shifts his gaze to meet mine before tearing it away to look back at Mom.
“You want to go get some ice cream?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “I wanted to go to the music store. I wouldn’t mind learning how to play the guitar. Abigail said she would show me the basics since the violin and guitar were similar.”
My mom looks at me, and I purse my lips together, and she better not say what I think she’s about to say.
“Sure Bodie Bear, That sounds like a great idea. We can look around and see what we can find. Why not?” she throws her hands in the air.
“Really? Oh, thank you, Grammy, thank you!” He jumps off his seat, hugging her, and she hugs him back.
“Oh, you are welcome, suga.”
“I’m going to go get ready, Dad, and look at some cool guitars on my iPad to see which ones I like.”
I smile as I reach over, stealing a piece of bacon off his plate.
“Sounds great, bud.” I chewed slowly as my frustration moved inside my stomach like a tornado.
“Oh, my goodness, I can’t wait to tell Abigail.” He says as he climbs the stairs.
My mom turns back to face me on the high chair across the island as I glare at her.
“What? Don’t you start with me, young man? You can’t deprive your children of things they are interested in.”
“I’m not. I’m protecting my child from interests that could lead him down wrong paths. There's a difference.”
“Oh,” she waves a hand at me. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Am I? Or am I wise and smart, taking initiative to give a damn what’s going on in my son’s life. Unlike the father we were given.”
Her shoulders dropped slightly, which stung, but it was the truth. All the children my dad seeded to all these various women he never gave a damn about, including myself. And I know it’s not all my mom's fault. She was charmed and fooled. But I wish she never fell for his bullshit in the first place.
“He’s only six Colt, and I think it’s a good thing he takes an interest in something like music.”
“He takes an interest in football.”
“No, that’s you taking an interest in brainwashing him, just like your dad.”
I frowned at her as the hairs on my neck stood up, causing a prickling feeling to run down my back.
She knows I hate being compared to him in any shape or form. He was just a sperm donor in my eyes, nothing more. Nothing less.
“Are you sure you aren’t ready to get out there and start dating again, Mom?”
A smile flickers in her eyes. “Why, you trying to get rid of me now?”
“Maybe,” I snag a piece of bacon off the plate on the island.
“I’m fine where I am, thank you very much. If a man wanders into my life, I’ll ensure it’s meant to be.”
I loved my mom, but she needed to find a guy to keep her busy instead of constantly prying into my personal and parental life.
The doorbell rings, and she stops mid-sentence as she’s about to make a snarky comment.
Thank goodness, saved by the doorbell. I walk across the living room and open the front door.
“Hello, handsome,” Naomi stands with a tray full of what looks like brownies. I brought goodies,” she says with her toothy smile. She is bright-eyed and cheery, and I just wanted to shut the door on her face. She was the last person I wanted to deal with right now.
I stared at her, and my first thought was Abigail. I didn’t want Abigail to come out here and see Naomi, especially after last night and this morning. Noami needed to stop this. I was nice because of her father dying, but now, this is getting ridiculous. We aren’t together, and I know I was playing it safe by keeping her around because this was a small town and people love to talk, and I get enough of that from the press, but I didn’t want to keep playing it safe. Not anymore. I was ready to give them something to talk about.