by Sage, May
He glanced towards Alice, who was glaring at her mother while her sister smiled like a Cheshire Cat.
“We’re aware our baby is twenty-six,” Mara added. “You’re very welcome to stay in her room, dear.”
“Mother,” Alice started and Colt almost heard the refusal, so he cut her off. The cat was out of the bag; no need to try and stuff it back in.
“Thanks Mara, that would be great. Alice and I work different hours; I don’t think we’ve ever spent a whole night together.”
“Perfect. You can start working on some grandbabies for us, can’t you?”
That’s when the battle started.
Alice jumped – actually jumped to her feet, and ran out of room; confused, Colt and his two brothers stayed on their seats as the Vaughan all suddenly followed, heading in different directions.
Within a few seconds, Alice was back, armed with a bright green water-pistol.
She threw reached inside a humongous red stocking and distributed the goods – fully loaded pistols; blue, pink and yellow.
“What’s the shape under your name tag?”
Colt was in the world of What The Fuck by then, but Kellan woke up pretty quickly, and reached out for his name tag on the table, finding a big triangle underneath; Kane had a round and Colt, a square.
“You’re in my team,” she told Kane. “Follow me.”
Kane was the one who wasn’t really taking part in family stuff; he liked them well enough, but he only joined them when his presence was required, normally – he’d probably only tagged along because it was Christmas, and well, it sucks to be alone this time of the year.
But he wasn’t sociable; which was why Colt was baffled when he jumped to his feet and ran after Alice, laughing on his way.
At the door, she stopped for one moment and said:
“You’d better find your partners, as you don’t know the rules. Just so you know, though: if one of you is with my mother? You’re toast.”
Square team was Shane’s; when he’d worked that out, he’d already been shot at by every member of the crazy family. Shane gave him the rules: apparently, there weren’t any. They were just supposed to carry on fighting until they’d found their Christmas presents; the team which found their gifts first had control over the Christmas brownies.
Although they were perfect strangers, he and his brothers had been given presents, too – winter socks, handknitted scarves. It was a pretty damn awesome game; he couldn’t remember enjoying himself as much since he’d been a kid.
Close to two in the morning, completely soaked, armed with a thick hot chocolate laced with rum, Colt snuggled close to a sleepy Alice.
“Why isn’t that game a thing?” Kellan wondered out loud, accepting a tenth brownie from Paul, with whom he’d totally bonded over their partnership.
“It is a thing in this house. The girls used to argue a lot. We told them to sort it out constructively and dropped them at a paintball park a while back. They haven’t stopped shooting at each other since; we just joined in.”
“You should write a parenting guide.”
They really should: even the bitch had somehow mellowed out.
They spent the next hour chatting, and Colt felt Alice drifting off against his shirt.
“Where do I need to go?” he asked Shane, gesturing to the woman curled up on his laps.
Her brother got up to show him the way; Colt took her in his arms – not as effortlessly as romance books make it sound. Size four or not, a grown woman wasn’t a freaking feather.
Shane hesitated at the door, so Colt decided to make things easy for him:
“That’s where you’re telling me you’ll ruin me if I hurt your sister? Don’t bother. I won’t.”
She was the one able to hurt him.
“Actually, that’s where I’m warning you. Every guy who screwed up tried to get her back. She didn’t even bother listening. Alice never repeats her mistakes.”
•
Alice generally slept like the dead; she’d trained her body to take no notice of sounds, sunshine, and pretty much anything that could possibly interrupt her slumber until ten, at the earliest – repetitive doorbells and fire alarms were the only things she couldn’t quite ignore.
But one word – her name, whispered with some urgency – and she was wide awake.
She opened her eyes and blushed; not a lot embarrassed her, but then again, she didn’t often wake up with her fingers clasped around someone’s dick.
Somehow, she’d slid her hand inside Colt’s PJs, and she was now wanking him; if she believed his expression, the way he breathed, hard and fast, she’d been at it for a while.
“Shit. Alice, your mom has called her for breakfast; you need to stop…”
The way she saw it, she didn’t actually – she needed to get it finished quicker.
She rolled over, giggling like the minx he’d turned her into, and dived under the cover to take him in his mouth.
He let her to her fun for all of one minute, before pushing the comforter asides, grabbing her under the armpits and sitting her on his erection; she greedily moved her hips, more than ready to enjoy a ride, but he had other ideas. He stilled her hips and thrust up, fucking her hard and deep from underneath.
They weren’t that quick, but her mother didn’t come up to see if they were up to; the bed squeaking on the floor was eloquent enough.
Colt sat up and took one of her nipples in his mouth while caressing the other one; his rhythm changed, slowing down, but aiming deeper, to a very precise location.
Fuck. Target located; missile engaged. Hit. Hit. Hit again. Her G-Spot had never received as much attention.
“Calm down, sweetheart. Breathe out. There’s no hurry. No reason to rush; just enjoy it…”
Fuck. By the tenth hit, she was ready to bulk; yes, he managed to make her cum each time he tried, but his method was cruel. The few instant preceding her orgasms were always so intense she wanted to cry, bite, scratch. This time, she did, clawing at his naked back.
She pushed against his chest, trying to get off, but instead of releasing her, he shifted his hips and hit harder, faster, until she screamed out loud.
Fuck. She felt like punching him and kissing him; she did both.
“Is sex with you always so freaking intense?”
He laughed.
“Hardly. I’ve had my fair share of meaningless encounters. Sex is intense between the two of us because we click. Here,” he said, his thumb pushing against her clit. “And here, too.”
He pointed her forehead out, this time.
Alice remained silent; he had a point, they did click; but what was she supposed to say?
I don’t want you for a sextoy; I want you to become my boyfriend was what she wanted to say, but it was Colt freaking Colburn. He dated models and celebrities – even those never retained his attention for long.
•
Colt meditated on how to break it to her; after a while, he decided on casually dropping it there.
“By the way, your mother might just get her wish. I haven’t used a condom. You’re taking contraception?”
It sounded so callous; probably because he didn’t care either way. Actually, that was a lie. If he was sincere, only to himself, he wanted to response to be no.
There it was, the admission he’d never acknowledged: Alice was it. Mrs. Colburn. The woman who was going to bear his children; well, she might even be working on it right now.
She completely blanched and it was all he could do to prevent himself from smiling. Yes. The rest would be much smoother, now.
“Chill,” he said, dropping his lips on her forehead, because he couldn’t help himself from kissing her right now. “It’s not the end of the word. We’ll see what happens, ok?”
“No the end of the world,” she repeated, obviously dumbfounded. “Colt, we could have created a life right there. A baby might be growing inside me.”
She needed to shut up, because he was growing hard and w
as ready to fill her again.
They needed to talk, first; he’d managed to avoid spilling it out for a while, weary of her response, but there was no delaying the inevitable.
“I don’t think we’re on the same page, here. I know it’s way too early, but a child in here,” he said, his hand caressing her stomach, “wouldn’t freak me out. I like you. I like the fact that you work fifteen hours a day, and that you aren’t pissed off when I do the same. You’re fun and funny and gorgeous, and you smell like candy.”
He punctuated each word with a kiss on her knuckles.
“I like what we have. So yeah; a baby wouldn’t be the end of the world. It would be a new beginning, that’s all.”
Alice opened her mouth, but closed it again; after three tries, she finally managed to formulate a sentence.
“You like me?”
No, actually, he didn’t; he loved her. Shit. Talk about jumping ahead.
Unwilling to scare the shit out of her, he kissed her nose softly and replied: “Yeah, I like you. Shall we go downstairs now? Unless you’d like to give another try to the baby making thing; I don’t mind.”
Chapter 12
“That’s all I ever wanted for Christmas,” Alice cooed in her sultriest voice. “How did you guess? But I need to try it on for size.”
He all but growled before devouring her mouth, and his skillful hands wild the long gown above her waist and dived inside the front of her tights.
The Christmas Party had been as boring as expected, so they’d both had their idea about living it up. He’d relinquished her Christmas present, she’d given his.
His was a purple butt plug which read “do me now” at the bottom.
Her present, she was currently wearing. The crotchless, smooth leather he felt under his fingers attested to that.
He fingered her until she became so wet his entire hand was soaked, and then, dipped the butt plug into her pussy, enjoying the fuck out of her expression; she wasn’t used to that shape. Her eyes all but rolled in her skull as he fucked her deep and hard for a couple of minutes; but he didn’t want that silly piece of silicon to make her wild.
Oh, no.
When it was adequately lubricated, he aimed it a little bit lower, and pushed it in.
Then, while she stayed there, completely in shock, he grabbed her by the legs, straightened his spine and aligned his shaft with her, before taking her.
This was hell. Entering her and having to restrain from coming here and there was pure torture. She’d always been tight, but the toy in her ass made everything ten, a hundred, a fucking thousand time narrower; he’d never felt anything grip him like that.
By some sort of miracle, he managed to start thrusting.
That was crossing a number of her points in her list in one single night.
They were at his parents, there definitely was a good chance that they might be caught, so it would be a quickie; especially since he was about to combust by the third time his balls hit her ass.
He was also pretty sure that it could count as skirt sex. He liked skirt sex; why hadn’t he thought of it before? There was something delightfully sinful about keeping every stitch of clothing on; in a few instants, she’d go back out, wearing the exact same thing, and he’d know the inside of the fabric was laced with cum.
It didn’t matter, though; the end of the list didn’t represent their separation anymore. He’d graduated from sextoy to boyfriend – not to mention, potential baby daddy.
Shit, that only made him screw her harder and harder.
“You feel so fucking good inside me, Colt.”
Fuck. He thrust up higher, until she screamed his name way above the appropriate decibel in a venue such as this.
Too fucking bad.
Her orgasm triggered his; there was no way he was lasting after her incredibly tight pussy squeezed around him.
His forehead dropped against hers as he attempted to recall how to breathe normally.
How did it keep getting better everyday? He knew new sexual partners were generally fun the first two, three times; but ten intercourses should have given him a good indication as to what her style was.
Twenty-seven. They’d fucked twenty-seven times within in twenty-two days, and each had been completely different.
“You’re going to destroy me,” he told her sincerely.
“Sounds fair enough; you just destroyed my vajayjay.”
•
Alice was yet again captive, tricked by the dreaded mother-in-law; well, Colt’s mother, in any case – they were too pretty damn far from the altar to call her that. Well, assuming her vagina stayed unoccupied.
Gia Colburn surprised her by offering her wine rather than orange juice, but Alice had to decline. Shit. Being potentially pregnant sucked.
Gia raised a questioning eyebrow when Alice grabbed some water; ah. The Dragon was a crafty one.
“I’ll confess,” she whispered in between showing her off to the rest of the madams. “I have high hopes for you. Colt’s always been the most difficult of my boys, you know – someone like you is exactly what he need.”
That was started to get on her nerves.
“Colt is anything but difficult, Gia; he’s one of the most attentive boyfriends I’ve ever had. And I’m not a saint either – I like sex. A lot. Let’s not fool each other: that’s why we get along.”
There; that would get her off her back.
But shocking the heck out of her, Gia Colburn tapped her hand and smiled.
“Of course, dear, you and me both. My husband and I are still very audacious; that’s one of the reasons why you make him happy. He’s a warm blooded man, after all… But the reason why you make me happy is because you don’t care about this.”
She was gesturing towards the entire space before them; a large ballroom that belonged in a palace; but they were in the Colburn’s family home – the place where they’d grown up and lived.
“There are women who revel in our money, but the golddiggers aren’t the worst. My sons would spot one with their eyes closed – they’d never fall for it. No, I was weary of them choosing one of those who are horrified by our opulence, because they’d kid themselves into thinking that they’d be loved despite it. Truth is, it’s irrelevant whether they hate or adore our wealth: it matters to them. One look and I could tell you really didn’t care. You’d be happy here. You’d be happy in a cozy two bedroom flat. That’s what every bloodthirsty future grandma in the room is envying me.”
That was true: Alice didn’t really give a fuck. A house was a house. She’d lived in some nice ones and crappy ones; she preferred the nice ones, but given enough time, anywhere could become home.
“My mother’s family is wealthy; they also are a band of merry assholes. She was casted off because she didn’t choose the right guy, according to them. Their house is as gorgeous as yours, but cold and austere. Freshman year of college, I lived in a dump near campus because I’d enrolled too late for a dorm – and it was nice. So yeah, I guess I don’t really care.”
“Exactly; which is why as long as he deserves it, you’d stay right next to Colt, even if Colburn Global goes to stones and ashes.”
Alice was quite dumbfounded, shocked to actually like being approved of, now she understood it – it was better than finding herself liked and trusted because of what she looked like.
Harry Colburn made an appearance and his wife hurried to his side, finally leaving Alice alone; she glanced up, looking for Colt, but he’d disappeared from the bar where he’d been drinking, with a group including his brothers.
“Have you seen Colt?” she asked Kallen, and the guy shook his head, but there was something in his eyes – something close to panic.
What the hell?
“He’ll be at the back,” Kane replied, and Kallen seemed furious.
The brothers were still staying at each other by the time she’d turned around and walked towards the French windows.
It was only when she made it out of
the room that she understood it all.
Oh yes, he was at the back alright; and not alone.
There was a tall, lithe, model gorgeous woman with him, her arms around his neck and her lips, firmly planted on his.
Of course there was.
End of Part One.
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If there was one thing Dane loathed more than yielding, it was having to yield to a bunch of meddlesome advisors; however – and much to his dismay – they were right.
He needed a wife – or more specifically, an heir – and as the bride he’d chosen for himself wasn’t an option, it was past time to settle on an alternative.
“How about Titania?”
He inwardly cringed, but thankfully Alessandro was already on the case, firmly dismissing the shameless flirt who had attempted to sink her claws into him since he’d hit puberty.
She’d only managed twice.
“No royalty: the continent is too unstable. If we go to war, each kingdom will have to choose a side. It wouldn’t bode well to enthrone the child of a potential enemy.”
He nodded his thanks, relieved.
“So, we’re looking amongst our nobles then?”
That, Dane firmly opposed to.
Alenians loved their royal family, who historically had been known for their unusual approach to ruling: they explained why the taxes were raised, divulged what the spies discovered, and answered every trivial question any subject might ask with the simple, straightforward, hard truth.
The noble families had a reputation for doing the exact opposite, hence why, every hundred years or so, the people had taken to slaughtering them in their sleep.