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 us 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 her mouth.
He left 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 what 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 instants 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 the 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 world. We’ll see what happens, ok?”
“Not 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 was 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 raised 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 ideas about livening 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 now was pure torture. She’d always been tight, but the toy in her ass made everything ten, a hundred, a fucking thousand times 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 off 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 des
troy 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 uterus 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 needs.”
That was starting 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’ll 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 staring 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.
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The previous night.
By the time Colt was done with the girl, he was in no mood for drinking and joking around.
He’d managed to get Kim in a car within twenty minutes, and then, he’d returned to the ballroom, intending to make a bee line for Alice Vaughan.
He needed to kiss his girlfriend, and get the memory of the long pink fake nails – and the equally pink and fake lips – out of his mind.
Kim. Fucking Kim. He was going to have a chat with her on Monday, when she sobered up. It wouldn’t be another private word, this time. He fully intended to ask his mother and a HR representative to join the party. Colt had made allowances over the years, but she'd gone too far
He was happy to keep Kim in the company, if she accepted a demotion to a post where he didn’t have to personally deal with her, but if she made a fuss, she was out.
His eyes went straight to the other end of the room, where Alice had been chatting with his mother, but the two women had left their table.
One glance on his left explained it: his father had reappeared from the billiard room, so of course, Gia was hanging to his arm like a teenage girl with a crush.
Barf.
The parental unit’s unwavering and apparent chemistry was a constant matter of disgust amongst the younger Colburns; disgust, and – might as well admit it – envy.
Colt wanted that; a woman towards whom he’d still be passionate in thirty years.
And he’d found her.
“She isn’t here,” Kane told him, when his eyes resumed their search.
And that was the beginning of the end.
•
The silence was getting on his nerves; none of the others spoke, as if someone was dead or something.
It wasn’t the first time a relationship of his ended, for Christ’s sake! Normally, they joked about it and toasted to his freedom. This time, everyone around the dinner table at Xander’s was acting like he’d just been amputated.
Well, it sort of felt like he had, but their behavior didn’t help – especially since most of his siblings clearly believed that he was in the wrong. He’d seen the way they exchanged glances when he’d explained that he’d been dumped.
Actually, he hadn’t even been dumped, strictly speaking.
He recalled Alice’s flat, detached tone when she told him I don’t have anything else to offer you.
She was happy to give him pussy, and that was it. No more presents, no more dinners; she was done with the intimacy.
Alice had proposed that they carried on their previous arrangement of sex-without-strings – probably for the sake of the article she hadn’t finished writing – but she didn’t want to pursue a relationship with him.
It was fucking stupid, unfair, and if she was that childish, he was better off without her, anyway.
Keep telling yourself that.
The pep talk wasn’t working. He would have been better off with her at his side; always.
They’d dated for less than a month, but he’d known without the shadow of a doubt that she was it. The one. Whatever they called it in romance books.
Then, Kim happened.
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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.
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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.
Given the overall popularity of the higher class, his subjects wouldn’t be thrilled with him if he only considered ladies.
Dane almost shivered at the thought of potential repercussions. It wouldn’t do to admit fearing his own people, but hell, Alenians were tough fuckers. They’d won every war because each and every one of their citizens believed that most conflicts could be resolved by lodging a dagger in someone’s throat.
“If I am to choose a wife amongst my people, let them all be eligible.”
A long stretch of silence ensued, which was quite the achievement in such company; advisors generally loved the sound of their own voices.
“Dane,” Alessandro said in the patient, kind tone he only used with children and simpletons. “There are about sixty-eight million inhabitants in Alenia. Over fifty-two percent of those are women.”
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