Bailey
“What a day,” I say.
Finally, in some comfy clothes after a long, but wonderful day, I plop down on the couch in front of the fireplace, letting the roaring fire warm me. With the sun down outside, it's downright bone chilling, and the fire feels nice. Colin hands me a mug of hot cocoa to warm me from the inside, while the fire warms my outside. I grasp the mug in both hands, enjoying the feeling of the warm ceramic. Even though I take a small sip, it still burns my lip and tongue, so I put it down on the table beside me for a minute to cool off.
“So, did you have a good time?” he asks.
“Oh my God, the best,” I say. “I absolutely love those girls. They are amazing women.”
“Yeah, they are,” he says. “They’re unique, but all of them are incredible in their own way.”
He joins me on the sofa, sitting closer than I was expecting him to. Not that I'm complaining. It's nice to have his big, strong body next to mine.
“What can I say,” he goes on. “We Anderson boys know how to pick a woman.”
I feel my cheeks flush when he gives me that panty-dropping smile of his. Colin holds his own mug in his hands, cradling it almost protectively. Part of me thinks it's a pity that he's keeping his hands so busy, but I push that thought away. Even though everybody should be asleep upstairs, we probably shouldn't do anything naughty down here.
“I really had the best time with them, Colin,” I say. “I mean, I haven’t had a whole lot of girlfriends in my life, because honestly, I’ve met more women like Laurel, than Katie, Holly, or Paige – but those three, seriously, I would hang out with every day. They are super smart and hilarious.”
“They seem to have taken to you pretty quickly, too,” he says.
“I’m really glad, too,” I say. “I was really worried about it. Especially after the horror stories you told me about your overbearing family.”
“Well, technically, I only said my brothers are overbearing,” he says. “Which, they are.”
“And how did things go with them today?”
“It was really great hanging out with them. Made me realize how much I miss them,” he says. “Of course, I always say the same exact thing this time of year.”
“Doesn't make it any less true.”
“No, no it doesn't,” he admits wistfully. “Sometimes, I'd really like to have my brothers around more often.”
“Only sometimes?”
He nods. “I think if we were in close proximity for more than a few days, we'd eventually kill each other,” he says and laughs. “No, seriously, it would be nice to see them more than once a year, though.”
I reach over and take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. I can see by the faint little smile on his lips, that the memories and nostalgia of his childhood are washing over him. He's thinking about those bygone days of his youth, likely, recalling all of the misadventures he and his hell-raising brothers got themselves into.
A moment later, he gives his head a shake and seems to snap out of it. He looks over at me, and smiles. But, a moment after that, the smile slips a bit, and a frown pulls the corners of his mouth down.
“What is it?” I ask.
“There was an incident with Laurel earlier,” he says, and scratches at his beard.
“What kind of an incident?”
He lets out a long breath and tells me what happened in the bathroom at the bar. He didn't really need to tell me every last detail – but, Colin is nothing if not honest and totally transparent with me at all times. It's one thing I really appreciate about him. When he's done with his story, I lean back on the couch and let out a long breath.
“Wow,” I say. “She really is something.”
“That's one word for it,” he grumbles.
“I'm sure it feeds your ego, though,” I say. “To know, that all these years later, your ex-fiancée is still carrying a flame for you.”
“Hardly.”
“So, was it a good day overall?” I ask, trying to navigate the conversation away from Laurel.
He nods. “It really was.”
“Then I'm glad,” I say. “You deserve some good days. You deserve the best, actually.”
“As do you.”
We lean toward each other and kiss for a moment. My lips tingle, and I feel fingers of fire racing along my skin, as our tongues touch and swirl together in my mouth. Slowly, we pull back, the energy of that kiss, and the taste of his mouth, fresh on my lips. My heart is racing and my head is spinning. I wish I could have him right here on this couch.
Damn. This man has a powerful hold over me.
I clear my throat. “So, would you have let her?” I ask.
“Let her what?”
“Give you a hand job in that bathroom if I weren't around?” I ask.
“You weren't around,” he teases. “You were at the spa with the girls.
I giggle and slap him on the chest. “You know what I mean.”
“I could have. She was ready to go. I'm pretty sure she would have done anything and everything I asked of her,” he says. “But, I didn't. Did I?”
“And why didn't you?”
“Clearly somebody needs her ego stroked somethin' fierce tonight,” he says and laughs.
“Damn straight, now get to it,” I say and laugh.
“It's because of you,” he says. “Because all I could think about – all I can ever seem to think about these days – is you.”
My heart feels like it’s melting into a puddle of goo in the center of my chest, and all I can do is muster a smile for him. I don't know why, but I'm surprised to hear such honesty from him. His words catch me off guard, but sound like the sweetest music I've ever heard.
“You're good for me,” he says.
“The girls all seem to think so,” I say.
“Like you said, they're very smart women.”
“That they are,” I reply. “That they are.”
“Do you think if she hadn't been a cheating whore, that you and Laurel would have worked out?” I ask, genuinely curious.
He shakes his head. “I don't know. I'd like to think the answer to that would be no,” he says. “But, until I met you, I was a lot different. I put up with a lot more because it was all I knew. Now that you're a part of my life, the answer is most definitely no. In fact, it's a fuck no. All caps.”
I laugh but feel my heart stutter in my chest as I listen to him speak.
“For one thing,” he continues. “She's the most uptight person on the planet.”
I laugh. “I think she came in second in that category.”
He gives me a long, unamused expression. “Funny girl.”
“I do my best,” I say.
Colin smiles a little wider, and we share a look – a moment. And then the thought really solidifies in my mind – that I want to share a lot more of these moments with him. I want to be with Colin. This man fills my heart with joy and gives me pleasure I never dreamed possible. We are good together – we make a perfect team. I can only hope he understands and believes that himself.
I reach for my cocoa, cupping it in my hands to distract myself from the thoughts of his lips pressed to my mouth – or more sensitive spots. He does the same, and we sit there, for a moment, just sitting side-by-side, savoring our warm beverages, and the even warmer fire.
My hands are trembling though, and I don't know why. I guess being this close to him brings out the shy, awkward girl inside me. I bring the warm mug to my lips to take a drink, but thanks to my shaking hands, I spill some down the front of my shirt. It's still pretty hot, and I jump in surprise when it scalds me, making me jump again, and I spill even more on me and the couch.
I am such a hot mess right now, I swear.
“Oh my God, I'm sorry, Colin,” I say, putting the cup down on the table again.
“It's alright,” he says. “Here, let me grab some napkins.”
He rushes off as I examine the damage I wrought. My shirt can be replaced – that I'm not worried about, at all. His furniture can be replaced too, of course, but it's expensive, and it's not mine, so I'm a little more worried about that.
Still reeling from my clumsiness, I don't even notice when Colin comes back into the room. He starts dabbing at the couch, mere inches from me. He hands me a towel, and I start to help clean up as best I can.
“See? That's not so bad,” he says.
I notice he's not looking at his sofa when he speaks though. Instead, he's gazing down at me. I swallow the lump forming in my throat, and my heart races as we lock eyes. With him towering over me, I feel so small, and yet, it somehow feels sexy. Or maybe, it's just the look in his eye doing that to me.
He reaches out and touches my cheek, caressing it gently. It sends shivers racing down my spine, and still feels like the most natural thing in the world. I stand up, and he takes my face in his hands, bringing me closer to him. He holds me like that, pressed up against his body, as our mouths meet. I gasp as his tongue parts my lips and touches mine. He steals the breath right out of me, and I can't help but softly moan.
There's a soft rug in front of the fireplace, and he leads me over to it. The warmth of the blaze feels amazing against my skin, as does Colin's touch upon my body. He pulls at my pajama shirt, and I raise my arms as he lifts it off over my head, leaving me in my bra. Never taking his gaze from mine, he reaches around and removes that too. His fingers are nimble and deft, and he has it off in record time.
“Impressive,” I say with a giggle.
“I'm a man who knows how to get what he wants.”
“Yes, you are,” I confirm, my voice a little breathy.
My bra joins my pajama top on the floor beneath us, and his mouth moves down to my breasts. Gently sucking on my nipple, and cupping my breast with his other hand, Colin stares up at me.
I can't deny this feeling any longer. I want him. I need him. God, my body aches for him in ways it's never yearned for another man before.
“Colin,” I whimper, as I throw my head back. “Yes, Colin, please –”
I don't even know what I'm asking for, honestly, I just crave his touch, his mouth, his cock, so bad, I want it all at once. But, Colin seems to know exactly what I want. He drops to his knees before me, yanking my pajama bottoms down with him as he goes, panties and all, in one fell swoop. In the blink of an eye, I'm naked and bare in front of him now, fully exposed. Self-consciousness ripples through me, but it ebbs quickly when I see the way he's staring up at me, like I'm the most beautiful woman he's ever seen – something I'll never get tired of seeing.
He moves his hands along the skin of my legs, and his breath is hot against my flesh. He pushes my legs apart, dotting kisses along the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, making me squirm a bit as he approaches the white-hot center of me. Never taking his eyes off mine, he gently kisses my wet, swollen lips, his tongue darting between the folds. Teasing me. Taunting me. Driving me crazy with desire and need.
I moan quietly, and my knees threaten to give out, but he holds me in place. With the zeal of a ravenous man, he pushes his face forward, diving into me. His tongue circles my clit, and I cry out. I can't keep quiet, even though I'm trying. The sensations are almost overwhelming. When my legs start shaking, Colin pulls his mouth away briefly and looks at me.
“Lay down,” he says, his tone gruff and commanding.
I do as he says instantly, laying down on top of the soft rug, and he joins me. A salacious little smile on his face, he parts my thighs, and his mouth goes right back to my pussy. I cry out as he devours my body like it’s the sweetest of desserts. His tongue explores the deepest parts of me. And where his tongue can't reach, his fingers make up for it. First one finger, then two, drive me to a state of absolute bliss.
My back arches off the floor as he inserts a third finger, pushing it deep inside of me. He watches my reaction, his face wet with me as my orgasm rocks my body to the core. His fingers rub against the walls of my pussy as he flicks his tongue on my clit.
“Mm, Colin,” I whisper. “Oh, my God, yes.”
With my hands in his hair, I pull him upward. Still reeling from my orgasm, I already know I need more of him. I need all of him. And he's more than happy to oblige. He kisses me, his mouth and tongue grazing the skin on my stomach as he moves upward. He's taking his time, enjoying my body, not rushing, and it feels amazing. Even though I'm quivering with anticipation, and desperate to feel his glorious, delicious cock deep inside of me, I love feeling his mouth on my body.
I pull on his shirt, and together, we fumble with the buttons. I'm in such a hurry to get him naked, that I mess up and fail to unbutton a single one. He chuckles and helps me, until his shirt slides off onto the floor next to my bra. His chest, bare and beautiful, is a sight to behold. I trace the smooth muscles of his chest with my fingers, admiring the work of art that he is. I'm so engrossed with soaking in every detail of his hard, toned body, that I don't even notice him reaching for his wallet until I see him ripping open the condom package.
But first, his pants need to come off. He makes quick work of those, kicking them onto the floor with the rest of our clothes. His hands move lower, and I watch with wide eyes as he slips the rubber over his shaft, quickly sliding it down. He's so thick and perfect, he makes my body ache. I can’t wait to feel him inside of me, to stretch me open fully, as he plunges himself deep inside. Once he's got the condom in place, our bodies come together. He's not inside me, not yet. He's holding himself back, but I feel him rubbing against my opening.
We explore each other's mouths with our tongues, our hands exploring every inch of each other's flesh. His cock continues rubbing against me, the head pressing slightly into me until I groan, begging him.
“Please, Colin,” I mewl. “Please, I need you inside me.”
My back arches upward at the same moment he thrusts himself into me, and my body opens up to him. Moaning, I dig my nails into his back as he fills me up, stretching me wide open. He stares deep into my eyes as he moves inside of me, and I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that this is more than just fucking for him. This is real. There's a connection between us beyond just sex, and it's magical. It makes every movement, every flick of the tongue, every thrust of his cock, that much more vibrant, and intense.
Slowly, he rocks back and forth on his knees, moving in and out of me at a deliberate pace. Each time he enters me, I gasp, surprised at how amazing and erotic it feels to be filled, over and over again. My body tingles with electricity and I never want this to end.
The fire crackles beside us, his skin golden in the flickering light. He continues moving inside of me, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body as he moves with expert precision. I see his jaw clench, and he squeezes his eye shut. I can tell he's trying not to lose control too soon. Each thrust brings him closer and closer to the edge, but I'm right there with him though. Our bodies work together, moving in perfect synchronicity. I feel like we were born to be together like this. Like being together was destined for us.
Colin growls, and his movements suddenly become even more intense, his breathing more desperate.
Colin's mouth explores my neck and chest, kissing me passionately as he continues burying himself deep inside of me. A spasm hits me, hard, making me draw in a sharp breath. Then another. I moan, then cry out.
I dig my nails deeper into his back, raking his flesh, and he lets out a sharp hiss. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him down, and holding him even closer to me. We're moving together in perfect unison, and I feel the familiar pressure building up deep within me. And then the dam of my resolve breaks, and I give myself over to a heaving, shuddering orgasm. I bite down hard on my hand to keep from screaming out as my pussy tightens around his cock, milking him as I come.
That sends him over the top. He stares into my eyes, a look of pure bliss etched on his face as he thrusts into me one last time. He grabs hold of my legs, lifting them up and thrusts once more, so he's as deep as he can possibly go. The noise that comes out of him is primal. Animalistic. I can feel his cock swelling within me before it bursts. As I let that wave of sensation wash over me, I cry out his name, and we come together, my body trembling, my breathing ragged.
Totally spent, Colin collapses on top of me before rolling over onto his side. Both of us are staring up at the vaulted ceiling, desperately trying to catch our breath. Slowly, our breathing returns to normal, and when it does, he lifts his head to kiss me, softly, on the lips. When he does though, I see his eyes shift upward, as if he's staring at something behind us.
“What is it?” I ask, turning to look.
“I thought I saw someone. Probably nothing but me being paranoid,” he says with a small chuckle as he takes my face in his hands and turns it back to him. “Probably just the light playing tricks on me.”
He kisses me again, this time his mouth lingers longer on mine, as he strokes my face. I feel so warm and safe with him, and in that moment, I can't imagine ever having any doubts about us being together when this is all over. When we return to our normal lives. Don't get me wrong, I love my new family, but I'm craving some time alone with him. I’m ready to explore the burgeoning feelings within both of us, free of outside interruption or influence. And free of the fucking drama a psycho ex-fiancée inevitably brings.
I think we've both earned it. I think we both deserve it.