Colton (Found by You Book 7)

by Victoria H. Smith

  What he’d said had me more concerned.

  He had admitted something to me. He admitted something I had no idea he wore on his person, considering how he’d been acting since he got back.

  And so went those different sides about him again.

  He ran a hand over his head. Maybe this wasn’t my place, but my God, when had anything about him recently been my place?

  “Does it happen a lot?” I asked, swallowing. “The nightmares.”

  He faced me, blinking once over bright eyes. “Every night.”

  He stared away after that, leaving me with that and nothing else. I wanted to tell him I had nightmares sometimes too. I wanted to tell him he’d made it into my dreams more than I woke up allowing myself to admit. Especially that first week after it happened. I fell into myself in the end, staying silent. We both did, despite how many words were no doubt unspoken between us.

  Pressing his hands on his knees, he got up, and I frowned.

  My legs lowered to the floor. “Where are you going?”

  He turned. “Bed.”

  I stood. “But you just said you don’t sleep there. You don’t…” I breathed hard, choosing to continue. “You don’t have to go up because of me. Look, I’ll leave.”

  A hand went around my forearm, sliding to my wrist. “Stay,” he whispered, drawing me back close to him. “Stay, and I’ll stay too.”

  Colton put off a heat, a warm one I felt inside and everywhere around. He sat on the couch, and I sat too, beside him instead of on the other side of the sofa.

  His fingers left my wrist and returned to his lap. “What were you doing up? It wasn’t me… was it?”

  I shook my head. “Working on that campaign for Roxie. It’s coming along.”

  That made him smile for the first time tonight. “No doubt with you.”

  For some reason, what he’d said had me feeling shy. Maybe it was that striking flare of blue always looking at me.

  “You’re one of the hardest workers I’ve ever known,” he said facing me. “Putting up with me.”

  It hadn’t been easy. Especially as of late. Maybe he saw that in my eyes in the end, his lengthy blond lashes shifting away. Turning, he picked up the remote, promptly filling the moment with ESPN and Sport’s Center.

  “If I’m staying up with you, I’m not watching this,” I said to him, casually taking the remote away. “I can deal with a lot of things, but sweaty boys fighting over a ball I can pass on. I get that enough with my day job.”

  His deep chuckle filled the room. “Go for it.”

  He’d keep me here forever if I let him, that stare of his entirely too intense. He was a distraction more than I liked, and I honestly didn’t hear the moans on the television until Colton faced them, breaking me from the trance I’d been in. It seemed I saved myself from Sport’s Center considering what was on the TV.

  Oh, my—

  Flustered, the dance my hands did with the remote resulted in no actual productive action. It only ceased execution of turning the channel and made my cheeks burn in front of my boss.

  My boss who I accidentally played a reel of porn for.

  The throws and passion of Skinamax were on full display, and fumbling, I clicked at the screen but to no avail, and Colton… well, needless to say, he was losing it beside me.

  Laughter roaring, he was obviously aware he had these channels. These were his channels, but something about me coming across them brought the humor out of him like nothing else. He couldn’t stop laughing and, eventually, saved me from myself when he acquired the remote. He clicked away the images of a man going down on a woman while he jerked himself off, but that didn’t mean he let the topic go.

  His silence left too quickly.

  “You know, I figured when you said you didn’t want to see a bunch of sweaty guys playing with balls that statement covered something like that as well,” he said, his grin wiry. “But maybe I was mistaken? If so, that’s okay. No judgment.”

  Angry at myself for actually choosing to stay down here with him when I should have been upstairs working on my project for Roxie, I got up. I made it maybe two feet before Colton shot out that extended length of his arm and secured my wrist.

  He pulled me back to sit. “Cami, stop. I was just giving you a hard time. It’s okay if that bothers you. Porn?”

  “It doesn’t bother me.”

  “It bothered you a little.”

  I frowned, which made his chest bump in laughter again. He turned off the TV completely, and tossing the remote on his coffee table, he tilted his head at me.

  “It was just a little sex,” he said, draping his long arm behind the couch. “Nothing to be weird about. People do it all the time.”

  Technically, he was completely right in his statements, but him saying it did make it weird.

  And me listening made it even weirder.

  Especially, since I didn’t move right away, like I was waiting for him to say or maybe do something. I didn’t like that, and I stood, shifting on my feet.

  “All watching stuff like that does is skew your perceptions,” I said, moving away from the couch. “Women don’t come like that, and if they do, they’re lying to you. Most don’t at all. Let alone—”

  My heart raced, my body frozen.

  Especially by the look in his eyes.

  His arm dropping from the sofa, Colton stared at me. Like he didn’t understand what I said, or maybe he did but just didn’t know what to say.

  I mean, what could he say to that?

  I couldn’t fill in the blanks for him, and I didn’t want to, having enough of this conversation. It never should have happened in the first place, and when I turned, I didn’t stop because Colton grabbed me this time.

  It was because he got behind me.

  Standing, his extensive height cloaked the carpet ahead of me, his heat full on and hovering only inches from my body. He shouldn’t be this close, but he was.

  He brought me closer by my shoulder.

  “Cami,” he said, my name filled with something I shouldn’t tolerate or accept. I shouldn’t like it.

  I shouldn’t go fluid for it.

  But I was, falling back as he gained. He leaned in, and when he did, that flourish of heat traveled directly down my spine.

  “Cami,” he said again, a whisper this time. His large fingers braced my side. “Have you never… has a guy never done that for you?”

  I opened my hooded eyes. For a moment, I forgot what this conversation was about.

  And where it came from to get to this point.

  He was asking me questions I didn’t want to be asked and making me recall things that were painful to recall. No, a guy hadn’t done that for me. No, I hadn’t experienced… pleasure the way most women had, but it wasn’t for lack of experience.

  It was lack of kindness.

  That all came many miles and minutes before him, and I didn’t want to explain it to him. I attempted to move, but once again, he didn’t let me. Like he couldn’t, like I couldn’t let him either.

  Instead, I chose to stand there, his hands on me, and when he leaned in this time, I didn’t fight.

  I only gave into it.

  I gave into his hand going down my arm and his body that pulsed hardness right into mine. Capturing me by the shoulders, he hiked me up against him, his erection full on and surging into my lower back. He was feeling this too.

  He was feeling me too.

  My eyes shut tight as he rocked my body into himself. Breathing me in, he pressed firm hands to my shoulders.

  “Can I touch you, Cami?” he asked, a desperation in his voice that pulsed a sudden want into my core. His nose grazed my earlobe. “Can I touch you and do that for you? It doesn’t have to mean anything if… well, if you don’t want it to.”

  He was giving me an out, a way to make this work without jeopardizing my relationship with him. But the thing is, it’d been rocky as of late. Things had been inappropriate, and him putting his hands on me now o
nly pushed that. Knowing all that, I took his hand.

  And placed it between my legs.

  The very action made his cock jump against my back, his shallow breaths humming a trail down my earlobe as he escaped my hand and slid his beneath the hem of my sleep shorts.

  Oh… God.

  And really, that’s all I could think, Colton’s hands on me, his fingers dancing across tendrils of tiny hairs. I hadn’t shaved in a while, but he didn’t seem to mind, his digits sliding between my pussy lips and playing with my juices.

  “You’re so wet, Cami,” he breathed deep, squeezing my shoulder. “You’re so wet for me.”

  I was wet because of him, and I think by the awe in his voice he knew that. He was bringing something out of me, making me feel things.

  “Can I taste you?”

  I dripped around him at the words, my lower lips tingling as he played. Somewhere in the depths of my delirium, I felt myself nod, and when he turned me around, I believed he might push his fingers into his mouth like the guys often did in the dirty films on his TV. I never thought in a million years that’d do anything for me. It hadn’t before.

  But seeing this man and the way he stared at me… I’d definitely like it if he did. He chose not to in the end, and his heated gaze traveled the length of me, stopping on my pussy before he took my hand. He guided me to the couch, told me to sit.

  Then turned the lights off.

  One touch of his table lamp, and nothing but the moonlight coming in through his giant windows brightened the area. His couch sunk down when he put the entirety of his weight on it, and grabbing the back of my thighs, he pulled me closer.

  My panties and shorts came off next.

  He got a big fist full of them, tugging them down my hips, then off in a single action.

  “Open your legs,” he said, his erection bulging through his shorts. He ran a hand over his buzzed head as he watched me ease my legs apart. “Wider.”

  My bud pulsing, I spread my legs as wide as I could, my knee knocking the back of the couch. Even still, this didn’t seem wide enough for Colton. His large hands braced my legs, exposing me more, and after he pinned my legs down, he sat back on his haunches.

  He dampened his fingers.

  One, then two he pushed into his mouth and down his tongue, but not the pair that’d toyed with me earlier. He used the other two, leaning over me.

  “You’re going to taste so good,” he said, priming me as he spread my lower lips. He slid over my bud easily, making it pulse between his two fingers and his thumb.

  Especially when he pinched.

  Jesus!

  “Don’t for call Jesus, baby. Call for me,” he said alerting me that the word escaped my lips just as easily as I thought it. He pinched again, and when I squirmed, he forced me to rock my hips into what we were doing.

  “Feel it,” he said sounding so Texan with his lazy drawl. I caught it too when he told me to call out for him.

  When he called me “baby.”

  I allowed myself to forget that word, because if I didn’t, I might tell him to stop. If I didn’t, I might regain my senses and call this whole thing off, and I totally should. Colton was my boss and—

  “Cami, I’m losing you,” he said, making my eyes focus on him, and when he leaned over, I thought he might kiss me.

  Instead, he went right between my legs.

  Kisses light, tender, they acted as if they were loving me above instead of below, Colton’s tongue easing out and pushing my lips apart. He sucked, stroked, and soon, I was gripping the back of his head in ways that made me grind my hips.

  “That’s it,” he groaned, cupping his hand over mine. “Guide me to what you need.”

  What I need…

  No one had ever done that for me, said that to me, but here he was, his mouth on me as he told me to tell him what to do. He told me to tell him what I needed through my body, and we weren’t even in a relationship together. We were just two people, one working for the other.

  But that’s how it always started, isn’t it?

  I let those images of another time fade away, trying to do this, stay with this man between my legs who was making me feel so good. He was making me feel so wanted and desired in every way. I didn’t know why this was happening or why Colton was doing this, but being honest, I couldn’t make myself stop him. I simply drove my hips into his face, letting him eat me out from the inside as he gave me the best pleasure I’d ever felt in my whole life. His tongue entered me, and he took me on a new playing field, sucking me dry, and when he squeezed my clit with two fingers, I knew I was close.

  “Cami…”

  He said my name as my body spasmed, his fingers releasing my bud to grab my thighs. Strong, he held me to his mouth, not allowing me to escape. His tongue traced my opening, and when he dipped his tongue in, I knew he was getting that full taste he desired. He brought me to my peak.

  He made me come.

  I believe I had before, but really, anytime before this moment I didn’t recall. It’d never been memorable enough.

  It’d never been this.

  I relaxed on his mouth, and at the same time, he massaged the back of my thighs, letting me fall away into another place. It was the euphoric place of him and what he’d done, his hands sliding up my hips and to my waist. Rising, he had the look of a man just as sated as I felt, his large arm wiping across his mouth. He was hypnotic, a force of a man between my open legs.

  “Colton—”

  He kissed my forehead instead of my mouth and when he eased himself to the back of the couch, pulling me with him, I realized something. That’d been the only kiss he had given me, on my forehead and nothing more. He braced me to him from behind, spooning me, and the hardness pressed into my bottom, let me know he wasn’t going to ask for any more. He just wanted me to come.

  He wanted to do that for me.

  Chapter Seven

  Cami

  “Colton?”

  I snuggled close to the blanket he placed on me sometime during the night, my big curls in a halo around my head when I rose from the couch. I grabbed my skull, and a fury of all that happened last night filled my brain.

  I can’t believe we did that.

  But we did, and dare I say it’d been… nice, more than nice. Colton’s hands on me had felt amazing, his mouth even better, and raising my knees, I wrapped my arms around them. I stared out at the trees sprinkling the Hills beyond his window. The morning sun hit them perfectly. Where he lived was so breathtakingly beautiful it actually captured my breath.

  What are you doing…

  I didn’t know. I worked here. Well, kinda. I worked for the guy who lived here, and the reality of that came crashing down on me. Colton was missing for some reason. I had no idea when he left, but there were some things that were hard to ignore. His arms around me felt like a large sense of home, and judging by how he’d slept so soundly last night, I hadn’t been the only one that felt that way.

  Steady, heated breaths tickled my earlobe last night, his body warm but most of all unshaken. He slept amazing, and though I didn’t quite know when he left since I slept so great as well, I would wager to say he slept nearly the whole night.

  I pressed my fingers to my lips. He hadn’t kissed me, but I desperately wanted him to. I pressed my hands to my eyes, trying to force the thoughts and desires out. This couldn’t happen.

  I couldn’t do this to myself again.

  Taking the blanket off my lap, I quickly brought it back when I realized how naked I was under there. My curls whipping around, I didn’t have to search long to find my undergarments.

  They were folded right on the coffee table.

  My heart squeezing at that, I brought them to me, then did one of those maneuvers to get dressed with a blanket over my lap. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had his fill last night, but Colton might be more levelheaded than he was before. I mean, I was, but then again, I wasn’t so sure about that either. When I got to my feet, the excitement of seei
ng him actually made my heart race. This was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time and definitely not since moving here.

  I searched the house, putting my hair back up with an extra band I kept around my wrist. Searching the house was fairly easy considering I knew all the places he hung out, and when I came across the kitchen, I figured I found him from the sound of banging pans.

  “Colton—?”

  “Cami, sweetheart,” his housekeeper, Irene, crooned, grinning at me as I came in across the linoleum tiles. The curvy woman got up from her position under the kitchen sink. “How’s it going? I miss our Spanish lessons.”

  My Spanish was definitely rusty, but the woman had enlisted me to help her with a few words. She was headed to Spain later this year with her family for vacation and asked for my help, but again, I was more than rusty.

  My abuela would roll over in her grave if she knew.

  “Too much of her father in her,” she’d say and not in English. She loved my papa, a strong African American male, but she did feel he severely westernized my second-generation Mexican mother. It was something she and my father quibbled over all the time in even her final days of old age, but there’d always been love there.

  “Oh, I do too. We’ll definitely have to get back to it,” I said to her, but silently hoped she’d forget. I was pretty busy these days and wasn’t great at my Spanish. I smiled at her. “And I’ve been good. Just looking for Colton. Have you seen him?”

  “I believe he’s upstairs showering,” she said to me, bending down to get another pan. She came up with a big baking sheet. “I hope I didn’t bother you since you were on the couch.”

  Freezing, I forgot she lived here. Had she seen or… heard what went on last night? I mean, I didn’t watch myself, but I knew I hadn’t been quiet. I couldn’t have.

  He made me feel so damn good.

  Recalling those thoughts and the possibly of her seeing or hearing us, my cheeks burned, but then, I realized today was Monday and she was probably just arriving this morning to start work.