Chapter 16
Candy
While I felt better than I had in a long time, there was a guilt that was hard to ignore. I was engaged to be married and whether the paperwork said it or not, the man next to me naked in bed, was not my real husband. We were basically strangers and now I did not know what to do. I was still buzzing from the orgasm that he had given me, more powerful than I’d ever thought possible. But he wasn’t really my husband and I was with Jax, not Colt.
“Where did you go?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you look like you are a million miles away. After what just happened, I thought that we could cuddle a little bit.”
“Isn't that what I'm supposed to say?”
“It is, but I'm not used to dealing with people like you. Most women want to attach, but all you seem to want to do now is detach. You are a highly unusual woman.”
He talked about women like he actually understood us, but he really didn't. He was the type of guy that could make a woman feel like she was the center of not just his world, but the whole world in general. I had a feeling that he let them down in the end. Colt was just too good to be true sometimes and afterwards was one of those times.
“This is all just kind of new to me and I'm not really sure how to act. I've never done this before.”
He turned his head to the side and told me that he knew that I was lying.
“You have done this before because this is how we met. Remember?”
He had a smart look at his face and I wanted to slap it because color was flooding onto mine. Worst than that, he was right.
I had met him at a bar and went home with him the same night that we met. Just because we had gotten married beforehand, it didn’t change anything. When it came to Colt, I was a completely different person.
I started to get up and get dressed and he wasn’t too happy with me.
“Are you seriously about to leave?”
I was thinking about going to the room that I was using at his house, but the truth was that I wanted to stay there with him. I was wracked with guilt for what I was doing, but I felt even worse because I wanted to continue to do it. I felt bad that I didn't feel bad enough.
“I just thought it would be easier if I went back to my room. I just don't want it to get weird between us. you know, ruin something that was so awesome.”
“While I liked the sentiment, you are not going anywhere. You don't think we're done, do you?”
It was exactly what I thought, but I was starting to see that I was very wrong. Colt had already come twice, but he didn’t look like he was slowing down in the least bit. Most men would have been done, but there were a lot of things about Colt that made him different than other men.
Before I could answer his question, he was pulling me back down into the bed and on top of him. My legs went to either side of him and I started to lower myself down on his throbbing rod. After what he had done to me, making me wait and making me beg, I wanted to get him back. I wanted him to feel the way that I have felt.
Moving slowly, my whole intention was to start to build up his pleasure, just like he had me. Then I was going to stop, just like he had done and drive him crazy. But it backfired quite quickly, and I was the one that was finding it hard to control myself.
Colt just felt so good inside of me that it was hard for me to contain myself. I told myself that I was going to go slow, make him wait like he made me wait, but I was unable to. I couldn’t just pause when he was getting close, because my own orgasm was just on the horizon and I was too hedonistic to deny myself the bliss of it. Apparently, I wanted to come again, far more than I wanted revenge.
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The next morning, I woke up and I felt like I had a hangover. It wasn't the sort of hangover that was gotten from drinking too much, this was the sort of hangover that was brought on by being love drunk. I should have left when I had the chance last night, after the first time. It would have made things easier in the morning.
Looking over at Colt, I was sure that I needed to get out of there. It was Sunday and I was due to fly back home and get back to my regular life. I don't think I was going to be able to ask him for the signature now, not after what happened between us and I was even more afraid that I wouldn't be able to even ask. If he started looking at me the same way, and he got his hands on me, there was no way that I was going to be able to go anywhere.
I thought of all of this in my head, not saying any physical word. I had opened my eyes momentarily, but I was far more worried about waking him up, then I was about getting a peek of him this way. I didn't know what I was doing, or what was going to happen next, but I did know that I had to get away from my husband. When I was around Colt, I ended up doing crazy things that just made my life even more complicated. I really should have known better.
“I know you’re up Candy. You can stop pretending that you are sleeping.”
I opened my eyes and turned my head towards him and I saw him looking at me. I closed them back up quickly, because I was embarrassed, that I had woken him up. My plans of getting away quietly were gone. I was going to have to face Colt, even though it seemed impossible.
“Yeah, I’m up. I thought you were still sleeping.”
“So, you weren’t thinking of ditching me?”
He said it with a straight face and I never did know how to react to him. He had such a stoic face most of the time and it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. I liked to think that he was joking, but by the look in his eyes, I knew better. It wasn’t all fun and games to him anymore.
The scrutiny was making me feel weird, so I hid my face. It was the only thing that I could think to do, and he pulled the blanket back. I wasn’t even going to be given that small reprieve.
“Why are you hiding?”
Because the light of morning made me feel even worse than I had last night. After the first time, I hadn’t thought about Jax at all. I hadn’t thought about anything, but the feelings that Colt was bringing to me. It was hard for me to focus when the only thing I could think about was the possibility that I might break apart at any moment with each sensation Colt created. I hadn’t of course, but there were a few moments where I really thought that I just might.
“I look horrible and I need to go brush my teeth, you know, get dressed.”
He told me that I wasn’t going anywhere and again, he wasn’t joking. Those dark green of eyes of his were nothing but liquid chaos.
“We can’t lay around in bed all day.”
“Why would you think that we couldn’t? You don’t work on Sundays, do you?”
I told him that I didn’t, but I had a flight to catch and he still needed to sign the papers. It was all at the tip of my tongue, my jump back into reality, but at the end of the day, I wasn’t able to say it. How was I going to, when I was afraid of facing him?
“I can’t stay in bed all day.”
“Well if it is just a partial day, I guess that will have to be good enough.”
He didn’t let me get an agreement of anything else out before he was pushing me back into the mattress. I was supposed to be getting up, getting out and back to the life that I was sure two weeks ago was the one that I wanted. Instead, I was moaning out loud as he slid inside of me. He felt amazing and I couldn’t think of anywhere else that I would rather to be.