The Life She Couldn't See

by ChaShiree M.

  “Well, I cannot wait to meet her.”

  We finish our food and walk out. I drop her off at home and promise to look into some condos for her. Actually, Luther is a real estate developer. He would know the perfect place. I pull out my phone and call him.

  “Luther my man. How's it going?”

  “Good man. Can’t complain. What’s up?”

  “Tessa is ready to move out and I need you to find a place she can move into that has plenty of security, but also has the capability to take more security measures.”

  “Oh...uhm...ok. I can do that?” He sounds a bit weird. What’s up with that?

  “Is everything ok?”

  “Oh, yes of course. I was answering a text. Sure, I can find something for her. No problem.” I don’t buy the deflection, but whatever. I will find out what is going on one way or another.

  “Cool.”

  “Uh Colt. I know she was out of line, but you need to talk to her. She is our friend.” Andy. She must have called him asking him to plead on her behalf.

  He is right and I know it. Might as well go now before I get too busy.

  “I got it dude. Keep me updated.”

  I drive over to Andy’s and am not surprised to find her car in the driveway. She normally spends Saturdays at home catching up on her housework. Ringing the doorbell, I know I should feel contrite about the way I left things. But I cannot muster it. It is my house and the key was for when I am out of town not when I am home.

  “Colty. Hi. What a pleasant surprise. Come in.” I walk into the house and stand by the door. I am not here to chat or hang out. I have things to get done before Kea gets home.

  “Andy. Listen. I know yesterday was a lot to take in and for that I am sorry. But we both know you have been overstepping lately. Those keys were not for you to come and go as you please. I gave you those for when I was out of town.”

  “I know Colton. I guess I got comfortable in our relationship and didn’t think about it.” She tries but fails to look contrite. For the first time, I notice her slight cockiness.

  “That’s just it. It is not a relationship. It’s a friendship. Let’s get the rules out of the way. No more walking in when you want, and you have to call before you come over.” She looks indignant for a second before she corrects herself.

  “Can I ask why Colty?” I stiffen at the nickname, because now I can see it for what it is. She feels like she has some sort of claim over me or something. I have been a fucking blind fool.

  “No more nicknames either. You may call me Colt or Colton. That’s it.” At this she rolls her eyes and folds her arms, as if she is issuing me a challenge. Wow. How did I miss how much of a bitch she is?

  “Out of respect for my woman. She is the woman of the house and you will respect that.”

  “So, you really care about her?”

  “No. I don’t care about her. I love her. She is it for me. My future.”

  She falters back a step and a look of sadness crosses her face. It is the first time I have given credence to Luther telling me she has been in love with me all these years. I almost feel guilty for not putting a stop to this sooner, but I wasn’t interested and never bothered to pay attention.

  I look at her, nod my head, and walk out. I am going to have to do some serious thinking about this friendship. But first, I gotta go get my woman from work.

  On the drive over, I think about all she has shared with me over the past few days. My heart feels for her pain about having children. I vow not to let her use that as a crutch for why we cannot be together. Somehow, I have to make her see that she is it for me. My other half. The missing piece of my soul. Kids or no kids, we will be everything to one another and I can make her so fucking happy. Hell, we can adopt tons of kids if she wants. At the end of the day, she is all I need.

  Pulling up to her job, I can see the excitement in the way she can barely contain herself. Happiness is radiating from her, and I feel a pang of jealousy that I am not the one who put her in this mood.

  “Hey baby.” I say as she gets in the car. She shocks the hell out of me when she leans over and plants one right on my lips.

  “Hey yourself handsome. How was your day?”

  “Um...Yeah my day was good. Had lunch with my sister and got some other stuff done. How was yours? Given the glow you have I would say it was good.”

  “My day was excellent. I got to see Cole. You remember the little boy I was telling you about, right? Well, I spent the morning with him at the group home and then finished my paperwork.” Interesting.

  “What part of the day made you all giddy?”

  “Spending time at the group home. I love kids, you know?”

  I believe her, but something about the twitch in her lower eye says she is keeping an aspect of the day from me. My instinct is to ask her what she is hiding. But I also want to enjoy the openness she is sharing with me right now. I make a mental note to address it later. Right now, I can think of a number of ways to capitalize on the momentum.

  Chapter 10

  KEA

  Stretching my arms over my head, I open my eyes and realize it is already light outside. Wow. I don’t remember falling asleep. The last thing I remember is curling on the couch with Colton, after eating dinner and having a wonderful night. It's amazing how comfortable and at home I have come to feel with him, after a short time. He still hits every nerve known to mankind with his Alpha caveman crap, but if I am honest with myself, I sort of love it. To think that my feelings, wellbeing, and safety mean so much to him, that he would rather make me angry than give me my way.

  When dinner was over, instead of ending the night I convinced him to watch the Notebook with me. I must have fallen asleep. Sitting up suddenly the realization dawns. In order for me to have made it upstairs, he had to have carried me. I sure as hell know I didn’t walk. Holy hell. He had to pick my plump ass up. Oh no. I groan rubbing my forehead. Then another thought hits me, holy hell he was able to lift me? Why is that so freaking sexy and hot.

  Wait a minute. I look down at myself and I am completely naked. Naked as the day I was born. That massive, arrogant, annoying, and beautiful man undressed me down to nothing and…...nothing. The fact that he was a gentleman about it makes me unreasonably mad. Why should I be mad? Did I want him to fondle and maul me like an animal? As soon as I postulate the question to myself, my lady parts quiver and I feel the desire begin to assimilate. The idea that he would find me so irresistible that he would wake me from my sleep and do any number of hot never before done things to me. It is making me horny as hell and downright indignant that he didn't.

  And, where is he? As soon as the thought is out, I smell the bacon and… applesauce pancakes. Holy moly. He is making cinnamon applesauce pancakes. I slide myself out of bed and instead of looking for something to wear, I see his shirt sitting in the chair and pull that on. Big mistake. It smells like him and that does not help the overwhelming desire I have building in me. He smells all man and I freaking love it. Reaching over the night table I grab my phone and call Phoenix.

  “Hey Kea. How’s it going?”

  “Hey baby girl. It’s going. Are you all packed and excited?”

  “Yes. I am more nervous than anything. He is taking me to an Opera, and I will be surrounded by all these rich distinguished people. I am going to stand out like a sore thumb. I don't belong with him in that world.”

  I wish with all my heart that she could see what we all see when we look at her. Someone beautiful, strong, and full of life. She has been the most affected by our childhood and though we all know she has kept things from us, we also agree that she is probably the most resilient.

  “Phoenix. Stop that. Mikhail loves you. It is evident to anyone who sees you two together. Just focus on that. No one else matters, ok?”

  “You’re right. Thanks Kea. I love you.”

  “I love you too little bird. Have a great time and call me when you get back.”

  “I will. Oh wait. So... you and Co
lton…. what is going on with that?” Damn. I thought I was home free. Should have known better.

  “Nothing. He is being chivalrous.” I say grudgingly. Damn it, last night is still on my mind. Why didn’t he make a move? Did he finally see me without my clothes on and see the truth? There is nothing remarkable or beautiful about me.

  “Kea? You still there?”

  “Oh yeah, sorry. Ok I will talk to you when you get back. Bye.”

  I have to stop doing this to myself. He is slowly breaking all the walls I have built, and I cannot have that. Vowing to myself to finally put a stop to this madness, I call my big sister to check on her as well.

  “Kea. I was just thinking about you. How are things going? Any news on the break-in?”

  “I am fine Fae. And no, as far as I know there has been no news. How are you and my handsome nephew doing?”

  “He is fine. He is with Ren’s parents this weekend at their country house, so it has just been me and the big man.”

  “Ahhh ...then I know exactly what you two have been doing.” I say wiggling my eyebrows even though she can’t see me.

  “Shut up, silly. Have you talked to Phoenix yet?”

  “Yeah. I just called her to wish her a safe trip. Have you talked to her?”

  “Yeah. She was here the other day. That’s it? She didn’t say anything else?”

  “No. Why? Like what? What’s going on?” My stomach begins to tighten, and I can feel panic starting to set in.

  “Calm down Kea. She is fine. Why don’t you come over today for lunch?”

  “I can’t. I have stuff to do. But thanks. How is my niece doing?”

  “She is nice and snug in my belly. Growing as she should, and very active. Listen. If you get done before you expect, no matter the time, come. I miss you. You work too much.”

  She is right. I don't see my family near as much as I should. I am going to do better with that.

  “Ok Fae. I will. Love you.”

  “Love you too little sis.”

  Finally done with all the phone calls I walk downstairs, and man do I wish I had a camera. As I walk around the corner trying not to salivate at the delicious smells assaulting my very hungry stomach, I stop in my tracks. I am met with the sight of the most decadent man I have ever seen, shirtless with low hung sweats on and bare feet. Who knew men have sexy feet? I literally never thought I would say something like that, but he has some sexy ass man feet. His back, covered in tattoos, and when he turns around, I swear I can feel the drool pooling on his shirt I am wearing. He has to have like a ten pack. Is that a thing? Because if it's not it is now. His chest is also covered in tats. His arms. Holy hell. His arms are freaking huge. Like can we say Arnold Schwarzenegger before becoming a mayor. Obviously, this is not the first time I am seeing him sans shirt, but it is the first time I have had uninterrupted access to obsess.

  “You gonna stand there and ogle me baby, or you gonna say good morning?”

  I jump a little at the sound of his voice. As I clear my voice to respond, he ascends on me in record speed. Wrapping one hand around my neck and the other around my waist to pull me towards him, so close I can feel the evidence of something else being alive.

  “So, you found my shirt, did you?”

  “Yeah sorry. I….”

  “No apologies baby. I left that there in hopes you would put it on this morning. There is nothing sexier than seeing you in my shirt with nothing else. Now kiss me little one.”

  I am confused and turned on. Looking into his eyes I see nothing but sincerity and want. So much want and need that it rivals mine. Taking a chance, I lean in a little and press my mouth to his. Immediately an overwhelming feeling of rightness comes over me. This is where I am meant to be.

  When his tongue begins to dance the tango with mine, I immediately want to drop his shirt I have on and offer myself to him. Like some sort of horny virgin sacrifice. I begin to whine when I realize I can’t wrap my legs around him, because I would literally have to climb him like a damn tree. Sensing my frustration, he kisses me one more time and pulls back. I growl at him in frustration. He always stops at the good parts.

  “Fuck Kea. You make me lose control every damn time. I am going to go back to the oven and finish breakfast. I need to feed you and then maybe I will have a little fun feeding off you. Only if you’re a good girl until then. Got it?”

  Holy hell. I nod as the words get stuck and try to sink into my cloudy brain. I not to discreetly rub my thighs together because his words are making me feel wanton. I move to the breakfast bar and admire him as he moves around the kitchen, stealthily and efficiently, barely halting myself from pinching my arms in wonder that this Adonis of a man wants me. When everything is done, I help him carry it to the table, and we sit for breakfast.

  “So, baby. Any plans today?”

  “A few. Maybe going to see Fae. What about you?”

  “Well little mama, I never have plans per se. I sort of have things I keep track of and see where the day takes me.”

  “Ah. I see. Colton these pancakes are absolutely divine. What’s your secret?”

  “Now, that my love I cannot tell you. It is my mom's secret recipe as well as the homemade syrup. That is for her to give to you when the time is right. For now, I would like to see how good her recipe would be dripping off you. Why don't you hop up here, lay that sexy ass down on this table, and spread your legs in front of my face.”

  Fucking shit. I literally squirted in my girlie panties. He is freaking filthy and I love it. With little hesitation, I do exactly as he commands. See, I decided over the course of the night, to see where this goes.

  “Oh baby. That’s so good. You have no idea how good you look with your legs spread and your pussy leaking waiting for me to feast upon you. Now tell me. How much do you love these panties?”

  “Wha…”

  Before I can finish, I hear them rip, and watch as he stuffs them in his face and inhales the scent in them. I should feel embarrassed, but all I feel is molten hot desire and I no longer care about feelings.

  After ripping my panties and snatching the shirt off me, he reaches for the syrup. I know he is…. ahhhhhhhh…. it’s still warm and as he drips it over my nipples and belly button, I find myself raising up asking for more of whatever he is going to give me. I lose all my inhibitions with him. A few days ago, that would have scared me. Now, I am relishing in it.

  “Nah ah...get out of your head baby. Just feel.” With that order, he begins to lick the syrup off my nipples. Holy shit is that erotic.

  “Mmmmm…. Colt.”

  He moves back and forth between the two licking, sucking, and biting. I am almost positive I am going to come from this alone. When he begins to make his way further down, I begin to shake. There is something so dirty about his mouth on my pussy.

  “Ssssssss…...oh that feels so good.” He alternates between dripping syrup on my pussy and licking it off. This goes on and on for I don’t know how long, until I am sure I am going to burst. Every nerve in my body is on alert. I can feel the sweat beading on my face, chest and hands. My body is itching, reaching for something just itching under the surface, but still out of reach.

  “Yes. Right there. Colton. I’m about to cum. Yes yes…….” My eyes begin to water as the ecstasy overtakes me.

  “NO!” Wait. What? Did he just say no?

  “NO? What do you mean no?”

  He scoots back from the table. The panic begins to rise thinking he is going to walkway and leave me like this. In which case, I will have to do him harm and then finish myself off. But instead, he leans over me with his mouth mere inches from mine. Slick, shiny and sticky with a mixture of my juices and the syrup.

  “No cumming for you baby, until you admit you want this. Admit that you feel for me like I do for you, and you want to give this a shot. A real shot. Not any of that bullshit back and forth. See, the thing is baby you are going to be my wife and the mother of my children someday. No matter how we go about getting th
em. I need you to get on board, so we can start our Happily Ever After.”

  “I would never have guessed you believed in all that stuff.” I chide him trying to not show how much that declaration affected me.

  “I didn’t, until you Kea. So, tell me what I want to hear. The truth and I will give you what you need.”

  He’s right. I have nothing else to fight against. I want this...anything with him. Why shouldn’t I be happy and live a promising life. He makes me feel like I have something to look forward to and I want all of it. I’m not sure I am ready for it but fuck it.

  “OK. Yes. I want it all. And I want it with you. But I am not sure I'm ready for it.” I bite my lip and look at him. There is a spark in his eyes before it is replaced with determination.

  “That’s ok baby. We will get there.”

  He leans over and kisses me with the promises I am going to hold him to. His mouth covered in me. Tasting myself on him is decadent. Filthy even. I am ravenous for it. His fingers slide into my pussy with ease, since I have been wet and ready for him from the moment, I walked down the stairs. He pumps them in and out at a steady pace and though I love feeling any part of him inside me, I greedily meet his pumps chasing the orgasm that is just on the tip of the surface.

  “Colton please. Finish me. I need to cum.”

  “You never have to beg me to give you something I want as well.”

  With that, he bends down and takes my clit into his mouth. BAM!!!!! All the colors of the rainbow. My body convulses, grabbing onto him as I feel like I’m falling. He rolls me on top of him, kissing my head.

  “You have no idea how sexy you look coming for me baby. My cock is delirious with want for you. I can’t wait to bounce you up and down as your tits entice me like a feral dog.” He leans back over me, his mouth inches from mine as my body prepares for more of the pleasure only he can deliver, when his phone rings.

  “This is Colt. Ok. Be there in an hour. Is everything we need setup? Have the twins been notified? Have the doc on tap. See you then.”

  Where before his face was smooth and serene, it is now hard, dark, and laced with...something ...much like darkness. It only hits home how much about him I don’t know. Definitely time to go back to my place.