Finding Home

by Goode, Ella

  “Your pussy is nice and wet for me, Charlotte. Does it need me to make it come?” I say against her neck as I keep on kissing her. A moan is her only response. “Take your sweater off for me, sugar. Let me feel your warm skin against mine as my hand works that sweet pussy of yours.” She blushes all the way down her neck but she lifts her shirt off without hesitation.

  I remove my hand from her panties to take my own shirt off. I toss it to the ground. I reach down and slip my hand back down those sinful shorts. I’d burn them before I ever let her leave the house in those things.

  My fingers begin to work her clit. Her pussy is begging for release. Her juices coat my fingers. I remove my hand once again to bring it to my mouth, needing to taste her sweetness. I need one little taste to hold me over. I shut my eyes when her flavor hits my tongue. I may have come a little just from that act alone. This woman is going to be my undoing.

  “Sugar, your pussy tastes just like your nickname. I’ll never be able to be without it now. One taste is all it took and that pussy is mine forever.”

  Charlotte grabs my hand and guides it back to where she needs it, her small act of aggression turning me on more. I like that she goes for something when she wants it. I squeeze her pussy through her shorts, letting it know who it belongs to now.

  The sun sets while I continue to strum her clit. I feel her legs begin to shake as my hand brings her to release. She moans my name as her orgasm hits. I will never forget this for as long as I’m on earth. One day soon she’ll ride my cock on this chair for the sunrise and maybe again for the sunset.

  11

  Charlotte

  My head falls back as my body melts into Colt’s. I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt so relaxed in my life. My mind is blank, enjoying the feeling of the orgasm buzzing across my skin. My eyes lazily drift open as I watch the sun disappear under the pond. What would it be like to do this every day? To not have five million things to think about. To let myself fall into a man and know he’s going to take care of everything. It really does sound too good to be true but right now I just don’t care. I’m going to enjoy this moment.

  I turn in to Colt’s arms, pressing my chest into his. “Take me to bed,” I say before I press my mouth to his. I know he’ll make my first time good. It’s the kind of man he is. His hands might be rough to the touch but he’ll handle me with care. I have to only pray I don't let my heart fall too much. I don't know if this is forever. Hell, I don't know if I’ll be on a plane back out of here tomorrow. But I have to live in the now. For the first time in my life I’m going to let myself do that.

  His mouth takes mine. I started the kiss but he easily takes it over. Colt may be a gentleman but under it all there is an aggressive man. I think that man only comes out when pressed. He contains that side of him well, only using it as a last resort. I’m enjoying that I was the one to bring it to the surface. The knowledge that I can test his control makes me feel sexy.

  “Anything you want, sugar.” He stands, his hands going to my ass to keep me pressed to him. I wrap my legs around him. I kiss at his neck as he pushes into two double doors that lead right into the master suite off the deck. Moments later my back hits the bed. He stands on the side looking down at me for a moment, his eyes everywhere. He goes for my sleep shorts, pulling them down my legs, leaving me naked in his bed.

  My heart starts pounding in my chest wondering what he thinks. I’ve never been full-on naked in front of a man before. I know I am more legs than anything. I don't have a ton of hips like some girls. My breasts are but a mere handful. I remember the first time I saw Delilah, I thought she had curves in all the right places, but the way Colt’s eyes are eating up every inch of me I’m thinking he enjoys my body just fine.

  His heated gaze soothes some of my shyness. It emboldens me to spread my legs, inviting him to take what I want him to have. I never thought I was saving my virginity. It just wasn't something I had the time for or wanted to deal with. Now I think I was waiting for this man. It no longer feels like it is something I need to do. I no longer want to get it over with and be done. No, this is going to be everything. I want to see and feel the entire experience with Colton. I know that, regardless of what happens between us, I will remember this for the rest of my life. I am thankful that this special memory will be with him. I’ll always have a piece of him.

  “Fucking hell you’re beautiful.” His voice is gruff, almost sounding pained. He has no idea how beautiful he makes me feel looking at me the way he is.

  “Colt, I need…” I try to scoot further up the bed but his wrist wraps around my ankle, pulling me down.

  “I know what you need, sugar. I’m a big man and I need to get you ready before I give it to you. I think it’s time for my real dessert.” He licks his lips, his eyes traveling to between my thighs. “Keep those gorgeous legs spread for me, Charlotte. I need to taste your cum on my tongue.” His head dips down and my eyes are trained on him as he takes his first lick of me. His eyes close for a second as if he’s trying to get himself under control. My moan jolts him out of his state. His eyes meet mine as his tongue delves into my folds. It’s the most erotic experience of my life. My eyes focus on him and his on me as he works me, licking and sucking me toward another orgasm. One of those thick fingers lingers at my entrance. He begins to push it in but stops.

  “Fucking hell you’re tight,” he groans against my clit. My entire body flushes as my arm comes up to cover my eyes.

  Colton looks up at me. “Why are you hiding yourself from me?”

  I peek out from behind my arm. It’s not like he’s not going to find out. I might as well blurt it out.

  “I’ve never done this before, Colt.” I’d gotten lost in the moment. I thought maybe he wouldn't be able to tell. “I’m sorry, I should have said something sooner.”

  “You think I don’t know that, sugar?” He takes a long lick of me, his tongue circling my clit. “I can taste your innocence,” he tells me. “See it in your eyes. You try and hide it but I see you.”

  I gasp, not only from his words, but as he presses his finger fully inside of me and starts to pump. I should have known. The man has been reading me so easily. That scared me mere hours ago, but now it makes me feel light. Free even.

  I drop my arm from shielding my eyes, wanting to give him all of me. He smiles as he sucks my clit into his mouth, his finger pumping in and out of me. He adds another. The fit is tight but so right. I’m almost there, my orgasm right on the brink.

  “Give it to me,” he demands. I do. My body was waiting for his command as I come for him, crying out his name, I shake and hum with pleasure. When I open my eyes he has shifted. He hovers over me. He’s staring down at me with those gray eyes. His cock slowly presses into me. I’ve never felt so close to someone in my whole life as in this moment.

  “You know you belong to me now.”

  My breath hitches. I want that.

  “You belong to me then.” I wrap my legs around him the best I can.

  “Always have,” he responds as his mouth comes down on me and his cock presses fully into me. It doesn't hurt like I think it’s going to. Instead all I feel is how perfect this is. I taste myself on his lips. The only thing I feel is pleasure and something else that I can’t place. A warmness fills the center of my chest, blooming out unlike anything I’ve felt. My eyes sting with unshed tears as I kiss him back, digging my fingers into his hair. Needing in this moment to be as close to him as humanly possible.

  I lift my hips to meet his as he slowly makes love to me. It’s tender and sweet and I feel a tear slip free. I open my eyes when he pulls his mouth from mine, our eyes locking. “Charlotte?”

  I shake my head no. “Don’t stop,” I tell him. “It’s perfect.” I stop short of saying I love you but those words flutter through my mind. Again he leans down, kissing the trails of my tears. He doesn’t stop; he continues to move inside of me until my body is on the verge of another orgasm.

  “Wait for me, sug
ar. Only when I tell you to. I can feel your pussy squeezing me so tight but I don’t want this to end. You’re perfect just like I knew you’d be.” His pace picks up. I can tell he’s fighting this too. Neither one of us wants this to end.

  “It doesn't have to end. I’m not going anywhere.” The words leave my lips on their own. He groans. I swear they send him over.

  “Now, sugar,” he commands. I come with him, feeling his warm release inside of me. My back bows off the bed as pleasure envelops me. He consumes me. He pulls me close, wrapping his body around me. My eyes fall closed, hoping that this doesn't end. Wishing with everything in me that this was different. He isn't like the men my mom brought home. There is no way he is like any of them. Colt is different. He has to be because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him. Who am I kidding?

  I am.

  12

  Colton

  She lays on my chest silently sleeping. Her even breathing is the most soothing sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I haven’t had sleep this good in forever. Hell, I slept past dawn. That is definitely something I’m not used to doing. My body just won't let me. I get up like clockwork every single day. I run her silky blond hair through my fingers as I wonder if our daughters will have this color hair too. It reminds me of spun gold.

  In her sleep she looks so relaxed. That mind of hers isn't going a million miles an hour. I like to think that she needed me as much as I needed her. That I was the only one that was able to get her to calm down. At least I am praying she needs me. Today is a new day and you never know what you’re going to get with Charlotte. She can go from a sweet, docile kitten to a tiger at the flip of a switch. I hope when she wakes she doesn't have any regrets. I play over in my mind what she said about it not having to end last night.

  It hadn’t. I lost count of how many times I woke her in the night. I finally told myself no more. I was going to hurt her. Then she’d woken me. She climbed on top of me and took what she wanted. I knew she might be sore but I wasn't going to tell her no. I would never tell her that. Unless it came to her leaving me or something I think might put her in harm's way.

  “You watching me?”

  My eyes fly back to her face from where I was playing with her blond, silky locks. “Yeah,” I admit, not shy about it. I don't have a shy bone in my body but I love watching her cheeks turn pink like they are doing right now. She bites her lip, her shyness coming back. This time she doesn’t hide it or try to get away from me. In fact, she snuggles closer, her hand running up my chest.

  “Colt,” she starts to say.

  “It’s Saturday. You’re not working.” I cut her off. I don’t know why I go on the defensive so fast. She only smiles. It settles me down real quick. I’m not used to getting worked up in the first place. She can do that to me. Fuck, this woman could do anything to me. She owns me and doesn't know it. I’m thinking she still isn't getting how done in I am for her. I plan on spending the entire day showing her how wrapped around her finger I really am. Maybe I plan on having those long legs of hers wrapped around me at some point also.

  “I was going to ask you if we could eat breakfast on the porch.” Her smile gets bigger. Maybe she does know how done in I am because she’s enjoying that I got worked up so easy. “You’ll have to cook it, though. I’m terrible in the kitchen,” she admits.

  “I don’t believe you’re terrible at anything.” I’d eat anything she made me with a smile on my face as long as she made it in our kitchen. I picture her in nothing but an apron while standing at our stove. This image does my cock no favors but it will have to wait. “But I’ll cook you anything you want, sugar.”

  Gambit barks, wanting in the bedroom. Only to remind me it’s past his breakfast time. I made sure to lock him out last night since he has an obsession with Charlotte. I didn’t want an audience. I don’t care if it’s just a dog. He is a little cock blocker. He thinks that he is the only one that can get a laugh or a smile out of Charlotte. The two of them are actually really adorable together. I’d be jealous but it gives me an idea of how she’ll be with our kids. I kiss her mouth before reluctantly pulling myself from the bed to head out to feed the little fur ball. I know if I stay any longer I’ll end up between her legs again. She needs rest, along with food. I want to show her that her needs will always come first. That I will take care of her.

  I slide on some pants before I walk toward the kitchen. My phone goes off with an alert that lets me know someone’s at the front gate. I open the app and see it’s Drake. I slide my finger across the screen to open the gate, wondering what the hell he wants so early in the morning. I was hoping for a day of peace and quiet to spend with my girl. Gambit is yelping at my feet so I quickly feed him. He’ll probably run into the bedroom as soon as he’s done eating to be with Charlotte. Lucky little dog. I already miss her and she’s only a few rooms away.

  I hear Drake's truck pull up the driveway and a door slam so I head to the front door to let him in, flipping the lock.

  “What the hell is so important that you’re at my house this early?” I say as I head back to the kitchen, Drake following behind me.

  “Good morning to you too, sunshine,” he says dryly. “Where are those country manners you pride yourself on?” Drake sits at the counter like he owns the place.

  “What is it you need, Weston? Make it quick. I got shit to do.” I place a pan on the stove and begin to make Charlotte’s breakfast. I’m hoping to get back to her before she gets up. She looked almost about to fall back asleep when I left her.

  “Is that the thanks I get for getting Charlotte here after you practically blackmailed me to do it?” Drake says it with a half-smile, shaking his head. “By the look of you, it seems to be working out real good.”

  I turn to look at him, wondering what the hell his point is. Yeah, I had something he wanted and he had something I wanted. We traded favors. What’s done is done.

  “I still need her to work for me so don’t get any ideas of her retiring.” He says the last part with a frown on his face. There it is. I don’t know if Charlotte would choose to give up her job or not. That is her decision to make, but I do think it’s something she could do from here if she wanted. Drake is here now. It might even make things easier—or she could just quit.

  “Did you drive here to get a thank you from me? I bet you did.” I walk over to the counter, putting my hands down on it. I don’t like him thinking he has any kind of claim to my woman. Boss or not, he can go fuck himself. I do my best to keep my manners though. “Well, thank you for forcing Charlotte to come here so that I can convince her that this is where she belongs. If it wasn’t for you ignoring her emails, texts and calls she would never have come here. She sure as fuck wouldn’t be lying in my bed right now. There’s your thanks, now hit the road, Weston. I have a woman to tend to.”

  I push off the counter, having made myself crystal clear. To be honest, as well as it had worked in my favor I was mad he’d let me do it to begin with. What if I wasn't a man that had good intentions? What if it hadn't been me? “Make sure you don’t say a word of this to Delilah either,” I add, turning to get back to cooking. I don’t need Delilah showing up and adding her two cents. I have one job to do today and that is to make Charlotte fall in love with me. I don’t need anyone getting in my way.

  I hear his chair push across the floor, his heavy steps moving toward the door. “I would think you of all people would understand why I did what I did,” he throws at me before I hear the door close shut. A few beats later his truck starts, taking off down my driveway. I feel more like a bastard. He was right. I had him over a barrel when I called for my favor on Charlotte. I do understand. I think my real anger is with myself. I need to come clean to my girl about what I did. I put extra bacon on the stove. Everything always sounds better with bacon. Maybe my confession will too.

  13

  Charlotte

  There’s a slight brush to my face that is as light as a feather. It pulls me from my sleep. A big smile breaks
out on my face, knowing that I must have fallen asleep and Colt is back with my breakfast. A girl could get used to this. Normally it’s me up and getting things done for others. I keep my eyes closed, wanting to stay in this moment forever. I’ve never felt more at home than I do at this moment in this bed. The smell of Colt all around me. I can even still feel him on my skin. It’s almost as though he branded himself on me last night.

  “You better have my breakfast,” I tease. I’m greeted with a warm lick to my face. My eyes spring open to see Gambit sitting right in front of me. He scares the crap out of me but I laugh and pet his little head. My body is sore from last night but in a good way. I pull myself from the bed stretching as I go. I grab my pajamas from off the floor. As much as I want to stay in bed I want to see Colt more. Pulling on my clothes, I pause when I hear a familiar voice drift down the hall. Mr. Weston is here.

  I smile, almost laughing, because for once I’d forgotten about work. It wasn’t a thought in my mind. All I could think about was Colt and it felt good. So good that I’m going to tell Drake I’ll talk to him Monday. Hell, I have so much vacation time I might call it all in.

  I pause when I hear my name, my body going stiff as I hear Colt admit that he tricked me to get me here. He had Mr. Weston make sure that I would come here. My boss deliberately ignored me because he knew that I would get on a plane and hunt him down to get my work done. I will deal with him later. Right now I am struggling with myself about how I feel about what Colt did. On one hand I am pissed because he tricked me, but on the other hand I am warmed that he went to such great lengths just to have me.

  All of it makes sense now. I am going to rip into Colt about what he did but I’m not going anywhere. I know in my heart that he didn’t do it to be malicious. It’s a little crazy but also flattering thinking about how he orchestrated this entire thing so he could have me. I don’t think a man would do that for a one-night thing.