by Amy Brent
CHAPTER 5
The days and nights started to blend as both Colton and Amy survived on little sleep and barely made it through their long days. They fell asleep more frequently in his bed after heated make-out sessions that burned into more within just a few nights. He knew that every night was one longer than he should be doing this but he couldn’t stop now.
The night that he stripped her and buried his face between her legs to make her come a few times with his tongue and lips was when he stopped seeing other girls. Her taste was too intoxicating, and he didn’t want anybody else, which seemed to suit her because he sensed her discontent with his past. He didn’t know how much she saw Trey. He just knew that they hadn’t officially ended.
Colton felt a bit disgruntled when his friends and the girls didn’t seem to understand why he’d slowed down He had been a player for so long, and he couldn’t admit to sleeping with Amy, so he made up some story about a girl a few towns away. Colton told everyone that it might turn into something, and he was waiting to see before he jumped into anything else.
Trey seemed like he was just doing the usual with the parties and girls when they weren’t practicing or playing. The night that Amy and Colton couldn’t hold back was the same night he realized that he didn’t have any condoms in the room and rested naked against her as he took deep breaths. “Damn it. I don’t normally have any here, and I guess I forgot to get some.” He rested his forehead against hers as he let her heat wash over his body.
“How’s that? I’d think you would always have them ready.” Amy took a jab at him as he winced and pushed back away from her. Colton rested against the wall and ran his hands through his hair with a sigh.
“I don’t do anything in here. This is my space…my privacy. I need that somewhere.” Colton finally told her in a weary voice as he closed his eyes. He was so fucking tired but he wanted her so bad, and he felt the blood rush right to his hard cock.
“You’ve never had a girl here?” Amy asked him in surprise, and he shook his head. “Why me?”
“You’re different.” It slipped out before he could stop the words and Colton raised his head to look at her. “I always use them. Always. I’m clean.” Colton swallowed before speaking again. “Are you?”
“I am on the pill, but I make Trey…I make him wear something. He doesn’t know that I am.” That confirmed that she was still sleeping with him, and Colton felt a painful wave of jealousy rush through his body. He felt her move against him as he sighed and turned his face towards her for a long kiss. “I want you inside of me. I want you bare.” Amy whispered as she pulled him over her and wrapped her legs around him. She was more flexible than most thought, and he stared down at her with dark eyes.
Colton watched as he sank inside of her with a drawn out groan. She was so tight around him; wet and warm. Nothing had ever felt like this, and he pulled out only to drive himself back in again, and they started to move as the bed squeaked and she slid her nails down his back. “Need to slow down.”
“I need to be inside of you,” Colton told her as he pulled back and looked around the room. He dropped his messy comforter on the carpeted floor, and they moved down there where he proceeded to take her with deep thrusts at her whispered urging. It was quieter, and they rocked back and forth against each other before he recognized the look on her face.
“Colton…I’m so close…fuck me harder.” He covered her lips with his and kissed her as he thrust with a muted groan and felt himself explode at the same time that Amy did. That was a first with any girl, and Carlton pressed his face against hers as he breathed through it and memorized the feeling of their bodies so connected.
Amy kissed him softly as she relaxed against the blanket and pulled him close. “I hope that meant at least a little for you what it did for me. I have never felt anything like that before.”
“More than you know, baby. I haven’t had sex for a month…I waited for you.” Colton told her as he slid his hands over her sides slowly.
“A month?” Amy confirmed as he nodded and kissed her.
“I knew the night I tasted you that I didn’t want anyone else,” Colton admitted as she pulled him against her and started breathing harder.
“Colton…I didn’t know. I don’t know what to say.” Amy broke as she spoke and he heard the tears in her voice. “I care about you so much, but I have been with Trey for so long. I just can’t cut it off yet.”
“I know. I knew that going into this.” Colton assured her as he slipped out of her and kissed her neck. “It’s fine, Amy.”
They both fell into a fitful sleep back on the bed, not willing to part but also not talking about the odd place they were in at the moment. She left in the morning before anyone would be up as usual after he’d taken her on her knees on the floor hard enough to have to hold his hand over her mouth when she came.
Colton returned to his empty bed after she was gone and closed his eyes as he felt the night catch up to him. He was in hell and burning fast. The trouble was, he was enjoying the heat of the flame too much.
He woke up hours later and sat straight up in bed to see sunlight shining through the small window of his dorm. “Damn it. Shit.” Colton cursed as he ran ah and through his hair and looked at his clock. He was going to miss every class that day if he didn’t get up but Colton wasn’t feeling it. He just stayed in his room and showered for practice later that afternoon.
All of the guys seemed as out of it as he felt as Colton looked around the locker room and he was grateful for the Saturday off before the game. Clearly, there was a lot more wearing Colton out, but these intense practices weren’t helping matters. He took the ice with the other guys as he bitterly reflected that this is life was like in a relationship when you played a sport like he did, apart from the fact that nobody else knew about it.
The guys worked together and managed to finish at nine o clock. They each headed back to their rooms instead of grabbing dinner together, and Colton noticed Trey on his phone on the sidewalk with a frown on his face as he walked towards a sandwich shop while stifling a yawn. “She’s acting weird, man. I don’t know what’s up her ass.” Trey said to one of his friends as he sent another text.
“Perhaps it’s the fact that you’ve been dipping it all over the school,” Lance teased him as he rolled his eyes.
Colton let the frustration boil in his veins as he ordered a pastrami sandwich and asked for it to go. He went back to his room and locked the door as he munched and watched television. There had been no text from Amy and Colton just decided to let it go tonight.
He found himself back in his bed with her the following night before she claimed she had to meet a friend for coffee in a little while. When asked about her plans, Amy stared at Colton with weary eyes. “I am still attending school, Colton. I need to talk about some class stuff. Jesus, I don’t bitch about you guys having practice every damn night.”
He sensed that they both tried to fight their attraction but ended up together in his room several times a week over the next month. The team won every game, and Coach was thrilled along with the school. Colton knew that scouts were coming in a few months from the NHL to see who they might want for their teams, and he felt a nervous energy that almost compared to the feeling he got when he was with Amy, only hockey had a more concrete future.
After a couple of months, Trey announced to his friends that Amy had broken it off with him over dinner one night after a game. Colton almost jumped out of his seat to go to her as he wiggled in place and took a bite of the sandwich on the plate in front of him. It was vague, and she had told him something about his future being so overwhelming and uncertain. Colton had a hard time staying at the table, but he left as soon as he could and headed back to the dorms. He sent her a text, but she just replied that she was tired and just wanted to sleep.
When he saw her the following day on campus, she did look fatigued, and her face was so serious. He tried to get her attention, but she only looked at him quickly before she
dropped her eyes to the path in front of her. Colton miserably focused as Trey tried to stop her and she just turned to look at him with her back to Colton. All of the good moments behind closed doors blended into one as he watched the girl that he wanted, the only girl. Colton still hadn’t seen any of the others, and while uncomfortable, they seemed to move on with other guys on campus.
He was just turning to head to class when he heard his name called across the grass. “Hayes, you mother fucker.” It was Trey, and he was angry. Colton rarely heard that tone unless Trey was yelling at them to get their asses around the net and do their jobs. Colton stopped and took a breath before he felt something slam into the back of his head. “You had them all. Every fucking girl on the campus would spread their legs for you and you go after mine?”
Colton fell to his knees as he grasped his throbbing skull in his hand. Ice filled his veins, and he took a deep breath. “What do you mean?”
“She just told me. Amy told me everything. That’s fucked up man…we’re brothers. We’re teammates.” Trey dropped to the ground next to him, and Colton could hear the betrayal in his voice as he winced.
“You cheated on her. You didn’t want her.” Colton told him as something that sounded like crying rose out of Trey’s throat.
“I was an asshole. I lost her because of that, and I hate myself. It was so much better when we weren’t here.” Trey whispered as he sat on the grass and stared forward. “I forgot who she was.”
“I figured out who she was,” Colton admitted as the guys sat there quietly for a moment. “She’s amazing.”
“I’ll let you tell her the rest. All I can say is that the next few months will be interesting.” Trey slowly spoke as if the words pained him. “We’d better keep playing hard. One of us is going to need it.”
They ended the confrontation with a handshake and Trey stalked off down the path towards his apartment as Colton watched. What the hell was he talking about? Colton turned to go to the building that he knew she was a TA in for Advanced English and walked past the room as he peered through the small pane of glass. She was there, working on some papers with her head resting in her hands and her hair in a high ponytail. Amy had been crying, and he fought the urge to barge into the room and demand to know what was going on.
Colton settled for sitting on a bench across from the class to wait. It was Thursday, so campus had been a little less crowded and there were fewer witnesses to the debacle on the grass. That was going to cause some talk, but Colton thought that they might be lucky, and people might not have overheard. It could be hockey. Thursday also meant that this class was longer than it would be had it been one of the other days.
Fifteen minutes felt like hours as he fidgeted in his seat and he soon noticed the door opening and students pouring out into the hall. The crowd thinned, and he waited for her as he stared at the red peeling paint of the heavy wood. He stood as it opened again and Amy walked out with her eyes on the ground as she looked like she was ready to start crying right then and there. “Amy,” Colton spoke as she lifted her head to stare at him. “What’s going on?”
“He found you,” She spoke more than questioned Colton and let out a resigned sigh. “Let’s go to yours. We need to talk alone.”
They walked side by side to the building that housed their dorms, and he stole glances at her along the way. She dressed in some bright leggings and a black tunic that brushed the tops of her thighs with some high boots. Her face was clean of makeup, but she looked beautiful as he stared at her.
Colton could feel the eyes on them as he opened the door and led her to his room at the end of the hallway. He hated rumors but at the moment he was dealing with something bigger than that. Colton closed out the world as he watched her go and sit on the bed as she looked up at him. “Do you hate me?”
“For what?” Colton asked as surprise crossed her face.
She turned her head slowly before she rested her head in her hands. “I…he didn’t tell you. I can’t believe it.” She took a deep breath and lifted her eyes again, filled with tears. “I’m pregnant, Colton. Just a few weeks but I have seen…it. I know it’s there, and I’m appalled at myself. I was never the girl that would have had two possible baby daddies. Never.”
“Two?” Colton asked as his heart started to break apart inside of him.
“I had a plan. I followed Trey here, and I was going to get my degree and live my life. It was so obvious that we might not make it, but I am a smart girl. I have a lot going for me until suddenly I don’t.” Amy spoke as if she was in a daze and he dropped to the floor in front of her. “I was with you both. You were so much more and so much better, but sometimes he’d just get to me and we…” Amy shook her head. “I think that there’s a better chance that it is yours since we did a few times without anything and even Trey wasn’t stupid enough to do that. But still…I don’t know.”
CHAPTER 6
“Amy…I want to be with you through this.” Colton found himself saying as he took her hands and stared into her confused face. “I love you. I denied it even as it was happening to me along the way. I know I did, but I do. I love you.”
“What if this baby isn’t yours?” She asked as tears slid down her cheeks.
“I don’t know. I guess we see, but I want to try with you. I don’t want you going through this alone and I sure as fuck don’t want anybody else. I haven’t for a long time now.”
“I am already a size sixteen. I am going to blow up like a whale.” The tears were falling harder as she sniffled and he slipped his arms over her legs. “I am going to be a bitch and emotional and hate myself for what I did to both of you. I am going to agonize over the next few months until I can see this baby and know…I want it to be yours so bad.” Amy’s voice shook with need, and he pressed his head into her chest and breathed her in.
“I do too. I just know that I want to be with you right here and right now. I can’t think past this moment.” Colton told her as they both moved close together and kissed each other hungrily. “How far along are you?” He kissed her again.
“About eight weeks,” Amy replied against his lips as he cupped her face in his hands.
“I hear that women are horny when they’re pregnant.”
“Fuck, yes.” Amy breathed as he scooted her back onto the bed and carefully pressed her against the pillows. “I have been getting myself off the last few weeks.”
“Jesus,” Colton muttered as he found her lips and slid his hands up her shirt. He knew that they didn’t have to be quiet now. Colton also knew that there would be a lot to clear up in the next few days, but right now he was where he wanted to be as he tasted her sweet kiss again and felt her smooth skin. “I love you.”
“I love you. I have never loved anybody the way that I do you,” Amy whispered as he claimed her lips in a hard kiss.
EPILOGUE
Amy and Colton couldn’t wait for the baby to arrive to know the truth. All three took the steps to set up a paternity test within a couple of months and Colton threw the papers in the air when he saw that it was his baby. He still felt bad for Trey and the fact that he and Amy had betrayed him. That would always bother him, but he and Trey had moved past it and worked together on the ice just fine.
They were both spotlighted by the scouts along with a couple of other guys. Trey went to Washington and Colton was pleased to find out that he would be staying here in town and playing with the team that he had dinner with so long ago. He smiled through the draft as he glanced around at all of the up and coming players, excited about his future and not just this aspect of it.
Amy was home in their condo with her mother as she grew close to her due date with their daughter. She claimed to be fat and ugly, but he had never found her so beautiful in his life than when she was heavy with his baby. He was also protective and spoiled her every chance that he got, and Amy told him that is why she fell more in love with him by the day.
They hadn’t discussed marriage too seriously yet, but Co
lton knew the day was coming where he would propose. Hell, he might do it in the hospital room.
When he went to meet his new coach and collect his shirt, Colton held it against him and grinned as cheers filled the room. He could feel her in the room with him as he watched the cameras flash and shook hands with the men around him.
The future was going to be amazing.
THE END
Billionaire Romance
THE BILLIONAIRE’S SURROGATE
Camille
The atmosphere in the casino was electric. All around me, faces were watching the game, sharing in my success, living vicariously. Through me. If you've ever been the center of attention, the one person in the room no one can keep their eyes off of, you know how addictive it is.
I wasn't addicted to gambling. I'd done it a couple of times and I'd won and lost. Nothing prolific, nothing to urge me to go there again.
But this, this was different. I was breathing my success; it had replaced the oxygen in the air. A downer of a night at a friend's party had driven us here. Sharon had left at midnight. One more round of Blackjack, I'd told myself, and I was leaving, too.
Everything changed, then. I started winning. Winning big. Winning big is addictive. The gasps and the cheers and the fan base you build when you're winning and winning and winning again are addictive. I never understood people who gave up everything for gambling. I still don't. I wasn't giving everything up, I was making the Casino cough up the dough.
A cute guy sat across from me and he made eye contact. Cerulean blue eyes. Flawless skin. A smile that made me weak at the knees. He was going to ask for my number after the game. Or ask for me to join him in his hotel room. Maybe we would have a couple of drinks before undressed me. Maybe he would dive between my legs without waiting, leading me to a different kind of climax than what I was running on now.
I was aware of my dress against my skin, my low neckline and what he saw. Caramel skin. Big curly hair. The swells of my breasts rising and falling with my breathing. My lips, full and plump and glossy. The money in front of me, making me worth it.