by RJ Scott
“I want to suck you. Don’t worry if you come. It won’t be the only time you do tonight.”
“Oh God…”
Sliding between his thighs, my own dick stiff and aching, I placed my hands on his wet belly and swallowed his cock down. Pre-cum hit my tongue before his prick slid deeper. I tugged him down farther, greedy in my lust, and gagged. He pulled away a bit but I sucked him back in, hollowing my lips. He groaned. I cupped his balls, rolled them, and then gave them a firm tug. He arched up, arms locked behind him, and rutted madly, his spunk coating my mouth and teeth. I swallowed it all hungrily.
“Oh God, that was… I’m sorry. So sorry. I never… it was so good and I… shit. I came too fast.”
I held the base of his cock, and licked him clean. Then I stood and took his face in my hands. He wet his lips. I fed him my cock. He fell on it like a man starved. His teeth raking down my length. I hissed but held him in place, rocking my hips, showing him the speed that I needed. His mouth was hot and wet and his blue eyes now black as the desert night. I fucked him softly for a moment then had to pull out.
“I want more,” he grunted, chasing my dick with his sinful mouth.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Somehow we managed to make it to the master bedroom before I lost what little control I had left. He fell back onto the bedding, his skin still damp and flushed with arousal, and his cock already half hard. He looked perfect and right spread out on the dark blue cover. He felt perfect and right in my life.
I moved over him after grabbing some lube and a rope of condoms from my shaving kit. He mewled when I laid down beside him instead of on top of him. We kissed a bit more, his body humming with need when I left his mouth to lave and lick his dark little nipples.
“Yes, oh yes, ouch! No, don’t stop. Harder, oh God I really need to touch you now.” I picked up my head, kissed his tight nipple, and then moved downward to tongue-fuck his navel then place a big red hickey on his hip bone. Joe was slowly coming undone. His words were garbled and rushed, hot and needy, I nudged his cock aside with my nose then buried my face into the dark curls at the base of his cock. “Please… Colorado I need…”
“I know what you need. I have to get you ready. Try to relax.”
“Right, as if… ah hell, as if a man can relax while you’re… what are you doing? Oh fuuuuck.”
I sucked one hairy ball into my mouth then the other as my fingers danced and prodded at his hole. He tasted musky and male. I ran my fingertip around his ass, pressing at his taint as I slobbered over his balls like a dog with a tasty bone. Speaking of bones…
I let his left nut slip from between my lips then tongued the slit of his dick, enjoying the taste of him, then sucking on the head. When he was completely incoherent only then did I reach for the lube. His eyes flared. I pulled off his prick for a second, slathered my fingers with slick, and then settled back beside him, his cock in my throat, and my hand moving under his balls. He tensed when I pushed the tip of my middle finger in. I purred around his cock.
“Oh shit God I don’t… can’t… Ah! Oh, more of that…”
I hummed and sucked and worked my finger into him. His heels dug into the mattress, hoisting his hips off the bed, and giving me more access to his ass. When the second finger eased past that ring of resistance, I hooked them a bit. He shouted like a rock star when I rubbed his sweet spot. A rush of pre-cum coated my tongue. I knew he wouldn’t last long, nor would I, given the puddle I’d made on the bed as well as his thigh. I withdrew my fingers, kissed his parted lips, and then moved between his splayed legs.
“Now? Now, oh please say now,” he panted.
I replied by rolling a condom over my dick then squeezing copious amounts of lube over myself, him, and the bedding. “Now, baby,” I responded, easing his legs up then tucking them into his chest. Seeing him spread wide, his fingers gripping his calves, his ass slippery and open for me was just… I rubbed the head of my cock over his hole then pushed into him.
“Ah! Oh, okay, that’s not going to fit!” He tensed.
I fell over him, licked at his firm lips until he began to respond to my kisses. “Relax, it will be so good in a bit. Trust me, Joe, trust me.” I nipped at his lower lip then gave him a bit more. This time he didn’t clench so I pressed in deeper, then deeper, and then deeper still. When I was fully seated, I paused, giving him time to catch his breath and me a few seconds to beat down the urge to pound into that tight, hot ass of his.
“Okay that’s… it’s good. I can’t… so full but so… oh! Oh yes, that was… oh God!” I rocked in and out again. “More I think… more yes more.”
“Don’t let me hurt you,” I ground out as I began thrusting in earnest.
His eyes flew open and our gazes locked and held. I dropped down over him, his legs slid up over my hips, and I stared into his eyes as my balls drew up. I felt the warmth of his release a moment before I blew apart myself. He writhed and clawed at my shoulders. My hair hung in my face, my spine popped a few times as I arched to get that extra depth, and then I collapsed onto him.
“Ugh.” He huffed then locked his arms around my neck as his cock kicked and spurted. I lapped at his ear, sucked on the lobe, and then found his mouth. He suckled on my tongue, soft little moans escaping him as our bodies began to drift back down from the cosmos.
“Are you okay? Did it hurt? I tried to be gentle,” I said then lifted my face from the crook of his neck.
He didn’t look to be in pain. He appeared to be happy and sated, so very sated. Also sweaty and covered in semen, but super happy. “Mm, no, not so much. That was… thank you. I never knew sex would be worth it. I think.” He reached up to push my hair out of my eyes. Which was fucking stellar because the better to see his beautiful face with.
“Think what? I know I’m thinking I’m over the moon about you.” I stole a kiss from his smiling lips.
“Yeah, maybe I think you’ve put stars in my eyes,” he replied after a pause.
I chuckled. “We shine like the moon and stars.”
His grin widened and the game was on. “Galaxies light up when you smile.”
I lowered my lips to his. He’d won this round of silly sappy romantic space sayings just as he’d won my heart. Now I just had to make him see the real me.
Sixteen
Joseph
We fell asleep curled around each other, Maddie in the travel crib, or at least Colorado fell asleep, his arm over me and his face pressed into my neck. How he could sleep I didn’t know, but there was no way I could move without waking him so, pinned to the bed, I stared out of the window and to the blackness beyond.
My cell lit up and I checked it immediately, message after message from Natalie that at first didn’t make sense because I was reading them backward. I scrolled up and started at the top.
Did you see this GoFundMe?
Where are you?
God, donations have just gone over one hundred thousand. Who did this? Was it Colorado? I told him we didn’t want charity.
Was it Colorado who donated all the money?
Didn’t you tell him we didn’t want his charity? It’s just gone up to 125, all the donations are anon, what the hell? Is this Colorado? Does Simon know about this? Do you know about this?
Call me!
Oh God, it’s not Simon, he said Colorado texted him and said he’d set it up. I don’t understand why he would have done that. I can’t believe this.
I tried to move Colorado’s arm, but he snuffled and gripped me, pressing a sleepy kiss to my arm and then falling back to sleep. Had he set up this page? I clicked the link and saw that the amounts, all donated anonymously, had pushed the total to one hundred and fifty-thousand dollars. The amounts donated were big, twenty here, thirty there, and one that was sixty. Colorado wasn’t donating, surely, after all he was here with me, pinning me to the bed. I went back to the texts.
Simon kissed me. I kissed him back. I think I might date him. He said that he likes me.
Call me Joseph. Shit, it’s over 200, did Colorado tell you what he’d done? I’ll kill him.
I can’t stop crying, and Simon won’t let go of me, he says that it’s okay. Is it okay? That I take this even though I was stupid?
I won’t kill Colorado okay, Simon explained that he’s a good guy, that he’s doing this because he’s sure that C is in love with you? Is he? Call me!
Colorado loved me? No, he probably loved the fact he could have sex and a manny all at the same time. I was confused because this was all new to me. The sex was off the charts, but the way he’d stared into my eyes after and told me that he was over the moon with me, left me unsure of what was happening. And now this charity page? Was that him? Was I angry because of what he’d done? I’d fallen for him so hard, but if he just wanted me to be there for Maddie, then wasn’t it best for me to leave? If I felt all this emotion but all he felt was lust and convenience, how did we get past this? I wanted to know how this would ever work, I wanted to fix things for Natalie and Emma. I wanted to get my degree. I wanted so much. I didn’t know where to start with this equation, because I was missing parts. Frustration built inside me as I attempted to fit everything together, and then in a flurry of movement I shoved Colorado off me and he snorted in his sleep and nearly fell off the other side.
“Wha?” he asked, and then scrambled to peek at Maddie, staring at the rise and fall of her chest before flopping back on the bed as if his strings had been cut. He’d woken from sleep and the first thought he’d had was that something was wrong with Maddie. She was everything to him, I couldn’t deny seeing the love he had for her.
I was jealous.
“Did you set up a page for donations for Natalie and Emma, and did you know that Simon has kissed my sister, and do you love me, and why do you want me to stay?” Everything spilled out of me. “And what was all that sex about? What does it mean to you?”
Colorado blinked at me, then crossed his legs lotus style and placed his hands on his knees. He looked as if he was trying to calm his thoughts, but that wasn’t giving me answers.
“Tell me!” I ordered, and shoved at him so hard he actually slipped backward into a heap on the floor, grumbling as he climbed back up but switching on the small side lamp as he did.
“Ouch,” he muttered.
“Well?”
“Okay, I admit I set up the donation page—”
“I said I didn’t want your money, I said I could look after them—”
“It’s not my money. I haven’t donated a single cent.” He held up his hands.
I focused on his innocent expression. Did I trust him? “Then who did?”
He shrugged, “I told the guys what happened and they helped out a bit, I guess.” I placed the phone between us on the fundraising page, which was showing two-twenty five, and he looked as startled as I was. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh. Then Simon is kissing my sister, and telling her it’s all okay, and that’s not my sister. We work hard to do right by Emma, and it was our fault that the house wasn’t insured.”
He shuffled forward and held out his hands, and waited. I only grasped them when it was clear he wasn’t saying anything until we were connected that way.
“I’m lucky,” he began softly. “I might not have a big family, or parents that were there for me, but I was gifted with hockey, and a grandmother who let me be me. My luck let me play hockey, and earn more money than I will ever spend myself. I want to go out and give it all away to people in need, and the vast majority of it goes into a foundation, but I still have so much. We all do. And for what? Playing a game. So when I said to the guys that they could help if they wanted, there was no pressure and they were all happy to help.”
“I never wanted that.”
“I don’t understand why.”
“Because I owe you now, and that makes the rest of it hard.”
He sighed and laced our fingers, tugging me closer so that we were sitting knee-to-knee. “I didn’t know Simon wanted to kiss your sister, but there’s something about the two of them together that makes me smile, and he’s a teddy bear and he could love her and Emma so hard. I mean, did you see the awesome camp he made Emma? He’s a good guy. Annoying, frustratingly up in my space, but a good guy, and don’t you think Natalie deserves to meet someone?”
My head hurt. If she had someone, then where did I fit into the family? The crazy scientist uncle who never quite fit into the world the same as normal people.
“What was the next question? Oh yeah, the big one. Why do I want you to stay?” He leaned in, and unbidden I copied the movement until he could press a soft kiss to my lips. The kiss deepened momentarily and then he pulled back. “Maddie loves you—”
I knew it. I attempted to yank my hands back but he gripped harder.
“And I love you,” he added.
“Wait. What? You do?”
“Yes, I do. You’ve come into our lives and changed everything, and when you stood up to me and told me you were rescuing my daughter from a gang life, I started to fall. Then the kisses, and the way you look at Maddie, and the love you have for your sister and Emma, and the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you, and the way we kiss.” He inhaled after the words ran into each other. “Not to mention how sexy you are, then how you can be so calm, and funny, and how you bring balance to the chaos in my life. I love you, and I want you next to me for the rest of my life.”
That was a lot to take in, and I had to work my way through it before I answered him. All the variables were there and all I needed to do was pull them together and then I’d have a working hypothesis that I could test. He loved me. Me. Not just because of Maddie. Not for convenience or sex, but because I added something to his life.
Just the same as him adding something to mine.
Life. Purpose. Family. Love.
“I think…” I couldn’t get the words out.
“You can’t stop at ‘I think’.” He smiled. “What do you think?”
“That you’re complicated and your life is chaos and mess, and that you have this way of looking at the world through hockey and music and your money that is directly opposite mine. You are funny, and generous, and happy, and I think I’m in love with you too.”
He grinned and wrestled me down to the bed, kissing me everywhere, pinning me under him and telling me over and over that he loved me.
And I felt loved.
When Maddie woke up, it was a little after three a.m. I slid out from under Colorado’s arm to see to her, but he was awake as well, and he held out his hands for her. Together, we fed her in silence, exchanging soft kisses, and then we cuddled together and Maddie was with us. Loving Colorado and making a commitment to him were two different things, but the concept of being a family with him and Maddie was intoxicating. I imagined a future where Natalie and Emma had Simon or someone like him, and I had Colorado and Maddie and we all lived happily ever after. It was a dream that I kept to myself because just saying the words might make everything disintegrate.
I checked my phone, but there were no more messages, and I expected that Natalie had gone to sleep, maybe with Simon, who knew. I sent her a heart, and a kiss, and then put my cell back onto the side table before rocking Maddie as I faced the window and stared out into the night. I felt an incredible peace, as if every part of the equation that was life had slipped into place.
“Talk to me,” Colorado whispered as he pressed a hand to my back. I cuddled into his hold, Maddie asleep in my arms.
“This is scary,” I admitted.
“No one said love was easy,” Colorado chuckled. “But you know, love is a good start, and we can work out the rest ourselves. Like, where will we get married? How long does it take to legally have you as guardian to Maddie, where do we live when we set up our own home, that kind of thing.”
“Huh?”
“No one said love was easy,” he began again.
I pressed my hand over his mouth. “I heard all that. You said the M-word.”
He kissed my hand, nibbled on the skin and sucked a mark, and I let him, because it gave me time to think. “I’m guessing you mean married and not Maddie?” he said when I moved my hand. “You’ll marry me one day, right? After you’ve forgiven me for helping Natalie and Emma, after you’ve finished your degree, when you have the job of your dreams? Before we have more kids. I can see us having six, or eight, maybe more in a huge house.”
“Us? Eight?” I asked faintly.
“Six then.”
“Six?”
“I don’t care if it’s just the two of us and Maddie, but I always wanted a big family with the person I ended up loving until the end of time.”
He was so serious that I kissed him over Maddie’s head. Then I placed her into the crib and shuffled back to sit next to him again. “How about three?” I suggested quietly—my way of saying that I was on board with the rest of it.
He relaxed then, and pulled me into his hold. “Three sounds great.”
Actually, that sounded perfect.
Epilogue
Colorado
Six weeks later
It was a glorious summer night in the desert. Maddie was cuddled up all warm and toasty in her travel crib beside me. I was stretched out on a chaise lounge, watching the skies, as Joe lay next to me. His head rested on my shoulder. It was perfection and there was no one around for miles, just a lonesome coyote.
“I think I counted ten so far,” I said just as another shooting star raced across the skies. Maddie cooed and kicked her fat little legs so hard the playpen shook. The girl starting to resemble the Michelin tire dude with all her rolls. “Make that eleven.”
“I told you that this Perseid meteor shower was going to be great. It’s one of the best of the year! I know it’s late for Maddie to be up…”
“She’s fine. Maybe she’ll sleep for like six or so hours straight and give us time to set the sheets on fire,” I replied, rolling my head to kiss his hair.