51. Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Brynn
I wake up to Colt between my legs, his tongue making all the events from the early morning fade away to bliss. "Colt." His name is like a whisper, a plea from my lips.
His head lifts and I stare into those beautiful whiskey-colored eyes. I drink him in, scruff on his jaw, his hair a mess. Colt looks like every dream I have ever had, coming true. "Good morning, baby." His head bends back down, and he continues to devour me like a starved man.
My hips buck as he enters two fingers, curling them just right. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. My head tilts back, white spots dancing behind my eyelids. "Colt," I moan his name as he sucks my clit, and the desire is too much. My body convulses. Every bone in my body has gone limp, my heart is racing, my breath ragged. "Fuck."
Colt continues to lick and clean me up, the sensual way he is taking his time has me ready for a second orgasm. "Delicious." Colt sits up and hovers over me. I can see my arousal all over his mouth and chin. I lean up to kiss him and the taste of myself on his lips has me wanting him even more.
I push on his chest so he will roll to his back. "My turn." I kiss his jaw, down his throat until I reach the middle of his chest. I trace my tongue along every valley of his muscular abdomen. I circle his belly button with my tongue and lick a line from there down to the top of his shaft. I stroke him once, following my stroke with my tongue. As I lick him from root to tip, his hips thrust.
I meet his eyes as I take him all the way inside my hot, wet mouth. My head bobs, eyes still on his. "Fuck." His chest is rising and falling faster with each breath.
"Baby." The moan that follows is erotic. His voice is laced with desire, because of me. I am in control of his pleasure right now. I pop off his cock and lick the pearl of pre-cum on the tip.
I hover my pussy right over his hard cock, being sure to let him slide between my wetness. "You ready, Cowboy ?" Before he can answer, I seat myself on his dick.
"Goddamn," Colt says through gritted teeth as his hips buck up to meet my pace.
I continue to fuck him, my body taking over our pleasure. I swivel my hips, grinding my clit on him. His hands come to my hips as he continues to thrust into me from the bottom. "Colt. Fuck." I lean back. My hands splayed on his thigh, keeping me balanced as I lift up and down on him.
My movements become erratic. I am so close I can feel the deep pull in my lower belly. Colt's thumb comes to my clit, and he holds firm pressure there as I continue to ride him. A strangled cry comes from my lips. "Colt." My voice is breathless, the sexual gratification making it hard to think.
Colt flips us quickly and starts to pound into me with quick thrusts. He places one large palm on my lower belly and pushes down. I am right on the cliff of another orgasm. He tilts his hips, and I fall. My body squeezes him as he empties inside me. My pussy draining every last drop from him.
"Fuck. Goddamn, Firecracker," his breath is ragged. He holds himself inside me for a minute, trying to gain control of his body. He pulls out and goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm rag. "Did I hurt you?"
"You ruined me." I watch him clean me up, his movements slow and loving.
"It is only fair. You ruined me the first day you sassed me." Colt's crooked smile is everything to me. He lays down beside me on the bed. "I should probably go check on Callie and Millie."
"We can shower and then go to the main house. I definitely just worked up an appetite." I stand from the bed and head to the bathroom, all the while feeling Colt's gaze on my ass .
After we are clean and dressed, we walk up to the main house. Police cars are lined in the driveway, the front yard littered with uniformed officers collaborating. I hear their walkies go off all at once. I look to Colt, and we hurry inside.
"What's going on?" I ask as soon as we are inside the screen door. Callie is sitting on the couch crying, Blake pulling her into his huge body. "What happened?"
"They found him," Whitney says as she comes down the stairs. "Millie is finally asleep. I had to give her a shower to get her to calm down."
"Thank you," Callie's voice is weak. Colt kneels in front of her and takes her face in his hands.
"Cal. He can't hurt you anymore."
"He can't hurt anyone ever again," Blake says in a deep, quiet voice. Colt nods in understanding.
"You are safe." Colt's words to Callie have tears running down my cheeks. He is my safe place. He has been a safe place for his sister and niece, too.
"I just need some time to process," Callie whispers as she pulls aways from Colt's grasp. "I am going to go shower."
I make eye contact with Callie before she leaves the living room. She nods in understanding that I am here for her if she needs me.
"I am still ramping up security. We need to keep our girls safe," Blake says as he stands and makes his way to the kitchen .
Everyone left in the living room looks to each other, shock on our faces. Did my brother just refer to us as his girls? We make our way into the kitchen and start to pull leftovers from the fridge. "Let's eat and then we can start a fire. I think it's time for some smore's."
"Hell yes," Whit says as she punches the air with her fist. "I'll bring the tequila."
"That is a bad idea," Brooks scolds Whitney as she piles food on his plate.
"Just live a little Brooksy." Whit gives him a kiss on the cheek and his neck turns red.
I will be keeping an eye on those two.