by Silla Webb
Pushing my legs open with his knee, Colton presses both of his palms flat on the bed, around my head, caging me under him, as he slowly lays against me. I quiver at the close contact, as I tighten my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me, never wanting to let him go.
“I’ve waited too damn long to have you back in my arms again, baby. No matter what hell we have been through, we can only go on, together. I’d give my last breath, just to hold you in my arms.”
Running my fingers through his thick black hair, I pull his lips down to mine. With one simple kiss, I breathe into him, “I’ve missed you, Colton.” Colton’s lips come crashing down on mine, as his soft sweet kisses turn to raw heated passion, ravaging me like a beast, gnawing at his prey. His hands caress me wildly, exploring every inch of my heated flesh. I tug at his thick hair, as he continues to kiss, lick and tease me. Feathering kiss down my chest, he gently trails his fingers beneath the cup of my bra, then glances at me, for approval. Arching my head back at his sensual touch, Colton takes my movement as approval. Raising up, he rips away at the bra, leaving it in shreds around my back, exposing my now chilled breast. A devious grin spreads across Colton’s face, as he leans down, tenderly kissing my breast, while grasping the other tightly in his palm. He gently thrusts his hips into mine, pressing his hardness into me. A tiny whimper escapes my dry throat, as a fiery spark ignites in my core. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer to me, begging for more of his touch. Slowly, I trail my tongue along his jaw, carefully sprinkling small, delicate kisses along his throat. Colton peers down at me behind dark hooded eyes, filled with lust and want.
“Darlin’, I can’t stop myself from touchin’ you,” Colton whispers before dipping his soft tongue deep between my lips. “But I’ll stop if this is too much, too fast.” He continues to kiss me, willing me to let him love me. Digging my nails deep into his hardened shoulders I plead Colton not to stop. Together, we kiss, touch and caress madly.
Raising from the bed, Colton strips away my sweats and panties, slowly, his hands an erratic tremble. I watch intently, my eyes wide with fear, excitement, and love. Lacing his finger through mine he pulls me towards him, motioning for me to undress him, as he just undressed me. Anxiety creeps through my chest, and my nerves stand on end, but I fight back the emotion. With shaky hands, I unbutton his pants, and slowly glide them down his long, muscular thighs, letting them crumple to the floor. My hands immediately trail up his chest, tracing lines over the tribal tattoo that splays from the top of his shoulder, down his lean, cut side. Wrapping my tiny wrists in his rough hands, he guides me back down onto the bed, gently, before letting his hungry eyes peer over my bare skin. He slides his boxer briefs down his legs, springing free his hardened erection. Never letting his eyes escape mine, Colton slides his hand up my thigh, softly caressing me, finding his way to my aching core.
Sensing my fear, he presses his forehead to mine, and softly whispers, “You were made for me, darlin’. Feel how you fit in my arms, by my side? A damn perfect fit. Because you are mine. For always.”
Skin to skin, I feel so connected to Colton. It’s a euphoric feeling that I’ve never felt before. Colton kisses me lustfully, as his fingers continue to tease my delicate clit. Clutching the nape of my neck with his left hand, Colton kisses me deeply, while he fills me with his hardened erection. Wincing from the pain, I allow a tiny whimper to escape me. Colton notices, but his momentum never fades, as he wraps his right arm tightly around my waist, cradling me tight, as he slowly rocks our bodies together in a fluid movement. Flesh to flesh, the sensation of Colton and I connected like this is so overwhelming, nothing like I ever encountered with him when we were younger.
Tears begin to fall freely from my eyes, desperate for their escape of the overwhelming emotions I’m feeling. Kissing soft delicate kisses over my collar bone as he continues to rock us together, Colton kisses gently up my neck, to my face, kissing away the tears. He is so aware of my every emotion, careful to tend to me fully.
His pace heightens as he thrusts deeper and stronger, frazzling my core to a level I never experienced before. With a husky tone, Colton begins to moan deeply into my ear, before releasing a gut ripping growl. Tangled in each other’s arms, we both come spiraling down together, from the most euphoric, intense, sensation I have ever felt in my life.
Colton’s weight crashes down on me, dirty, hot, and sticky. Together we lay in a warm embrace, quietly enjoying the solace of each other’s arms.
COLTON
Pullin’ into the driveway at Carly Jo’s house, I hang my head in defeat, seein’ that she ain’t home. I put the truck in park, and tap the steerin’ wheel nervously, fightin’ with myself, over fightin’ for Carly Jo. The dark clouds that hang heavy in the sky remind me of my heavy heart.
After battlin’ the relentless demons, I remind myself that I’m Colton Weston, and I always get what I want, if I fight hard enough for it. Fight…that’s what I decide to do. I promise myself that I will not give up on Carly Jo, I’ll fight till my last dyin’ breath.
Lightnin’ crashes and thunder rumbles in the sky. Growin’ anxious from sittin’ in the truck, I feel like I’m strugglin’ for air. I climb out of the truck, and lace my fingers together at the back of my head, to open my lungs up, as I draw in a deep fresh breath of air. Tiny droplets of rain hit me, so I go sit on the front porch swing, and wait, impatiently.
It feels like I wait an eternity, and I’m damn near in tears when I hear the deep rumble of a V8 engine pull into the driveway. With my head in my hands, I notice my palms instantly begin to sweat from my frayed nerves. I can’t bear to look up, and into her eyes.
As she pulls my hand into her lap, her touch sends an earth tiltin’ jolt through my veins. I wince my eyes shut, and fight back the tears that threaten to spring free. Carly Jo tugs on my chin, and I slowly open my heavy eyes and look sadly at her. The look on her face causes my heart to constrict. She stands, and pulls me inside the house.
She climbs the stairs to her bedroom, and I follow. Leanin’ against the door jamb, with my arm over my head, I watch her grab a change of clothes from her closet, then walk into the bathroom, her eyes never meetin’ mine. When I hear the door shut, I look around the room, nervous to invade her privacy. On the night stand, I see her iPod, sitting on the dockin’ station, and wonder what she’s been listenin’ to, so I look through her playlist. Music always spoke volumes for Carly Jo’s emotions. Pullin’ the playlist up, my heart falters at the list of gut wrenchin’ music she’s been playin’. I scroll through the thousands of songs, and find one that’s perfect. A song that will let Carly Jo know that she’s safe with me, and I’ll never hurt her again. A song that will tell her that I’m playin’ for keeps, in this for eternity. Pressin’ play, I turn the volume to a soft level, and wait by the door for Carly Jo to exit.
Completely caught up in my overwhelmin’ emotions, I grab Carly Jo and begin to spin her around softly to the music, hummin’ in her ear. Her scent is beyond intoxicatin’, and I can’t help but to kiss and nibble along her delicate neck line. Hot damn the things this woman does to me. With just one simple touch, she has me as hot as fire. I can’t control myself with her. Damn I love her so friggin’ much. I just want her in my arms forever.
Carly Jo is as affected as I am, and lets her tension fall away, grippin’ me to her tighter. My mind goes foggy, and before I know it, I have her pinned beneath me, on the bed, makin’ the sweetest, most passionate love, I have ever had in my life. Soft and slow, I tell myself; make it last in case this is my last time holdin’ her, fillin’ her.
The orgasmic build-up is intense; I grip her tighter in arms, as I continue to rock into her, quickenin’ my pace. She lets out a soft whimper, and I lose myself, deep within her. She clings tight to my shoulder, as she comes apart around my cock. Holy frickin’ shit!
In a foggy haze, I crash my body down on top of her, desperate to catch my breath. I kiss her softly, then roll to my back, and snuggle her dee
p to my side. Holdin’ her hostage in my arms, we lay here together in silence. She runs her fingers up my chest, and begins to trace over my tattoos, again. Her touch is electrifyin’. I grit my teeth down, at the sensation.
“Your tattoos are beautiful.” Her voice, barely a whisper. I smile at her, then kiss her forehead. “Tell me the story.” Cockin’ my right eyebrow at her, clearly confused, she giggles. Ah hell, I haven’t heard that laugh in too damn long. I sit up on the bed, so I can display each original piece of art. Carly Jo sits up beside of me, pullin’ a pillow over her chest, obviously bashful to bare her beautiful body. Trailin’ her fingers up my chest over the tribal tattoo that covers the right side of my torso, she bites her lip as her fingers tremble. I move her hand to the tattoo that is permanently etched over my heart.
“This tattoo is pretty self-explainable. These are Heidi Jo’s foot prints when she was a baby, and this is her birthdate. I got this tattoo here, so I could always keep my baby girl close to my heart. I know one day she’ll grow up and won’t need her Daddy anymore, but this way I’ll have a little piece of her, always.”
She smiles, then trails her fingers over the tribal tattoo once again. “And this one?” I still her hand over my chest, ticklish from her tingling fingers.
“This tattoo represents strength, it hurt like a bitch, especially over my shoulder. It reminds me that no matter how tough life gets, to stay strong.”
She smirks, “do you have any others?” Resting my head on the headboard, I sigh.
“A few. Do you have any?” She laughs and quickly inserts a hell no for good measure.
“Show me your other tats, please?” Turning my head, I show her the nautical star on my neck. She brushes her fingers up my unshaven neck, careful not to miss one inch of the star. “Why is it black?” she asks, her voice soft and innocent.
“This tattoo represents guidance. I chose solid black, to remind me to stay on the right path, and to never go back to my old habits.” Carly Jo is clearly confused, but she doesn’t know about the demons I battled with drug abuse and alcoholism.
“What do you mean, old habits?” My nerves begin to tick, but I pull her down onto me, and kiss her cheek.
“We playin’ twenty questions now, darlin’?”
“Asshole,” she says, playfully slappin’ my chest. “I just want to know everything Colton.”
“I know darlin’, and we have plenty of time for talkin’. But right now, I really need a shower to wash the soot off of me, and you, well, you’re covered in coal now too.” I laugh, wipin’ the soot from her soft cheek. She grabs her cheeks, and blushes. Jumpin’ from the bed, she pads off to the bathroom to look at her face.
“Damn it Colton! I hate the smell of this shit!” She yells back at me, scrubbin’ the soot from her face with a gritty cleanser. Wrappin’ my arms around her waist, I pull her to me, pressin’ my dick to her ass, and nuzzle her neck.
“Shower, now.” I grumble at her. I turn the shower to hot as hell, lettin’ the steam envelope the bathroom. I grab Carly Jo by her hips, and guide her into the shower. Runnin’ my fingers through her hair, the hot water cascades over us. I can’t keep myself from touchin’ her. I don’t need sex, I just need to touch her, have my hands on her; have her close to me. I crave her touch.
Leanin’ back into me she moans, and it is the sexiest sound I have heard. I tug her close to me, and inhale her sweet scent. “Damn, you smell amazing.” She turns around, and tips up on her toes to kiss me. I tug her hair back, exposin’ her neck, as I begin to feather kisses down her tender throat. Grazin’ her collarbone, I nip, and bite at her flesh, until my lips have met her plump breast. Takin’ a nipple in between my lips, I nibble at her, suckin’ and kissin’ playfully. It doesn’t take long to lose control with Carly Jo’s wet, slick body pressed up against me.
Slammin’ her against the wall of the shower, I run my fingers between her thighs, and tease her clit, already swollen and moist. Oh shit. All thoughts escape me, besides buryin’ myself deep inside of her. Grabbin’ her by the ass, I lift her to me, and thrust deep inside of her slick pussy. So hot and tight, I nearly come apart in an instance. I grind deep inside of her at a steady pace as she claws at my shoulders, groanin’ in ecstasy. Her cries are my undoin’, as I shove into her one final time, reachin’ my release. I rest my forehead against hers, as we stare into each other’s eyes, pantin’ for our next breath.
Settin’ her feet to the floor, I kiss her forehead, then lather up a loofa with the cherry blossom scented body wash. “You’re going to smell like me.” She giggles, her eyes still filled with lust.
“Damn right, baby. I’m washin’ you first, then you can wash me. I want your scent all over me. It’s intoxicatin’.” My voice is a husky grumble. I glide the loofa over the contour of her body slowly, makin’ a mental note of every delicate curve. I could run my rugged hands all over her delectable body all damn day. She takes the loofa from my hand, reapplies more body wash, and works at scrubbin’ the stained soot from my flesh. Having her hands rubbin’ over me so wildly, hardens me instantly. I could take her sweet ass again, right now. That thought is temptin’, but I’ve worked up an appetite after already havin’ her twice.
We rinse the suds away, and step out of the shower. We dry each other, our gazes still locked, like we’re searchin’ the other’s soul for unknown answers. She reaches up on her toes and kisses me softly, before paddin’ off to the closet to get her clothes. I wrap the towel around my waist and sit on her bed. “Darlin’, I’m naked.” I glance at her, with a shit eating grin on my face.
“Uhm, yeah you just took a shower. Put some clothes on. I’m starving.”
“My bag’s in the truck. Go get it for me, please?” I pout my bottom lip out for emphasis.
Rollin’ her eyes, Carly Jo pulls her tank over her chest, and laughs, “Okay, I guess I can’t keep you naked and tied to my bed all night.”
“Damn, sweetheart, don’t you even tease.” I swat her ass firmly, and she winces.
Slappin’ my arm playfully, she kisses me before turnin’ to pounce down the steps. I lay back on the bed, lacin’ my fingers behind my head and smile like a dumb ass horny teenager who just got his first lay. But this means more than any of that. This is startin’ over.
“What are you smiling about?” Carly Jo asks, droppin’ my bag at my feet.
“You shouldn’t have to ask.”
Carly Jo’s eyes widen and all of the color has drained from her face, as she climbs up on the bed slowly, and trails her fingers down my left rib. “Tell me the story.” Her voice, barely audible. Frig. She continues to trace the outline of the tattoo, carefully examining the detailed art work. Anxiety rises up in my throat and I can’t find my voice. Wincin’ my eyes shut, I hear her whisper again, “Colton, please. Tell me the story.” Wrappin’ my hand around her wrist, I pull her tight to my side, as I begin to tell her the story of my broken heart.
Chapter 17
COLTON
Clustered thoughts race through my mind, and I can’t sort through the memories to decide where to begin. Takin’ another long deep breath, I shake my fears and begin to tell Carly Jo about the tattoo on my left ribcage. If we stand any chance at healin’, I have to be honest with her about everything in my past. I’ll no longer bury secrets. She deserves better than that, and always has. I was just a dick, not to see it.
“Darlin’, when you left, you ripped my beatin’ heart right out of my chest, leavin’ it to die in your hands. I was already frayin’ at the edges, and out of control. But when Big John told me you were gone, for good, I unraveled at the seams. See, what you don’t know is I had a drug addiction. When I tore my ACL, the doctor gave me medicine to control the pain, oxycodone. My knee hurt so damn bad, I would pop oxys like they were Smarties. Before I knew it, I was hooked. After my knee healed up, I kept askin’ the doctor for more meds, and I guess he could see my addiction, so he refused. So, I turned to the streets, throwin’ any pill I could find down my throat.
“We were livin’ different lives, you were still in high school, and I was frickin’ lost in this world, after losin’ my football scholarship. Damn, all I ever wanted to do was play football, but thanks to jackin’ up my bitch of a knee that washed all of those dreams down the drain. So I partied, and I partied with anyone who would party with me. Me and the boys would crash frat parties, up at EKU and UK, every damn weekend, in search of whatever could light me up.” I pause, briefly tryin’ to find the courage to go on.
“That’s where I met Heidi Jo’s Momma, Kari. She would party with us on the weekends up at UK. She meant nothin’ to me, other than a piece of ass. We were both high and drunk. Not a good combination. It only happened once. When I woke up the next mornin’ with her arms wrapped around me, I lost my shit. I told her it was a mistake, and it would never happen again, because of you. She just laughed at me. Three months later, she showed up at the mines wavin’ ultra sound pictures in my face, tellin’ me I was gonna be a daddy. Shit, I didn’t know what to say, what to think, what to do. I was pissed, so naturally I said things I can never take back. Things that never should have been said. She began to cry, which made me feel like an even bigger dick. So I held her and told her it would be okay, that we would figure it out. I was raised to be a respectful man, and there’s no way I would ever turn my back on my own flesh and blood. She agreed to a paternity test, so we went to the hospital the followin’ week to have the tests ran. I told Big John I needed the day off, because I had an appointment with my orthopedist, but he knew better than that shit. Kari and I were sittin’ in the Outpatient Lobby, waitin’ to be called back for testin’, when Big John came strollin’ through the hospital, and saw us sittin’ there together. Damn bastard followed me there. He didn’t say a word, just nodded his head, lettin’ me know that I’d been caught. He had already caught me crushin’ pills at the mines, a few months before. But he talked to me, and I promised I’d get myself straight. Knowin’ that I had screwed up so royally, gave Big John the fuel to burn our relationship to the ground.