Holding You

by Kelly Elliott

  Making my way into the bathroom, I pushed the door open to the small room that held the toilet.

  “Holy sheets! Motherfucker.”

  Smiling, I shook my head. Only Lauren would attempt to not use one swearword, only to follow it up with a larger one.

  “Colt! We have to go! We have to leave now!”

  Lauren came running in and grabbed my arm, mid piss. “Lauren! Wait, I’m using the toilet! Holy shit, what is wrong with you?”

  Glancing down at me peeing, Lauren made a funny face and then looked back up at me. For one brief second I had a complex about my dick.

  “My parents are leaving Port Aransas.”

  “So, why does that mean we have to leave our little heaven?”

  Finishing up, I motioned for Lauren to step out so I could head over to the sink. Turning on the water to wash my hands, Lauren let out a frustrated breath. “No, you don’t understand. They’re leaving Port Aransas and heading to A&M.”

  Grabbing the hand towel, I wiped off my hands and nodded. “Really? What for?”

  Placing her hands on her hips, she tilted her head and pursed her lips before she said, “They want to visit with me and see the house. See the project I’m working on.”

  It took a solid ten seconds for it to soak in. “Oh. My. God.”

  Nodding her head frantically, Lauren quickly found her bag and got dressed. I stood there stunned. My life flashed before my eyes as I pictured Scott’s fist making contact with my face.

  “Colt! What are you doing? Get dressed. We have to leave!”

  Quickly running over to my bag, I grabbed sweats, a football practice T-shirt and my sneakers. Lauren was damn near almost done dressing as I let out a chuckle. Hearing my phone go off again, I reached for it. I had two missed calls, both from Scott. And three text messages, one from my mom and two from Will.

  Mom: Hey darling. Dad and I are leaving early along with Scott and Jessie. We’re gonna drive and get a place in College Station.

  Wait. What? My parents were coming to A&M . . . also? Looking back at my phone, I had two text messages from Will.

  Will: Hey dude, you might want to think about heading back to A&M this afternoon. Your mom and dad are talking about road tripping it up there.

  Will: Code red! Your parents and Lauren’s are headed to A&M. I have no clue what you’re doing . . . well I do but . . .

  “Oh no. No. No. No,” I said as I quickly threw everything into my bag. Lauren and I were both running around the room like maniacs. “What’s wrong?” Lauren asked as she stopped right in front of me.

  “My parents are leaving with your parents and heading to A&M.”

  A look of horror crossed over Lauren’s face. “What? Why now? Why all of sudden do they want to know where we live or what we do? I mean they bought the house! They’ve seen it.”

  My phone buzzed in my hand. “Hello?”

  “Hey, darling.”

  Hitting the speakerphone I said, “Hey, Mom. What’s up?”

  “Your father and I are on the ferry with Scott and Jessie. We are heading to College Station. I know it will be late by the time we get there, probably around eight or eight thirty, but let’s plan on dinner, okay?”

  My eyes widened as Lauren slowly shook her head and whispered, “We need to leave.”

  Holding up my hand and motioning for Lauren to calm down, I said, “Hey, Mom. Y’all aren’t staying in Port A? What’s wrong? Did the party break up?”

  Chuckling, my mother said, “Jessie and I want to see y’all. Besides, we hardly got to see you and Lauren before you both cried projects and homework and took off.”

  “So you’re on the ferry?” I asked as my hands started sweating and I imagined what Scott would do to me when he found out I had stopped at a hotel and had sex with his daughter.

  “Yeah, we are about to cross and head that way. Y’all are back, right? You left before noon.”

  Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer we could pull ahead of our parents. Luke and Libby had decided to get married early in the morning and have the reception right after. Since they were working on the schedule of the baby. Lauren and I left the reception around eleven and it was now almost four. We wouldn’t be back to A&M until almost eight.

  “Yep, we are. Um . . . hey, Mom, I need to let you go. Y’all be careful driving and see you around eight.”

  “Sounds good. Love you.”

  “Love ya too, Mom.”

  Hitting End, Lauren and I stared at each other with blank expressions. “Our parents are on their way to A&M?”

  Raising my eyebrows, I said, “Yep. And they think we’re already there.”

  Turning and heading to the door, Lauren called out, “You better drive like you’ve never driven before.”

  Walking up behind her, I pushed the door closed as she went to open it. Turning her head, she gave me a confused look. “What’s wrong?”

  Dropping my bag, I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. Pushing her against the door, I smashed my lips against her lips. Lauren dropped her stuff and wrapped her arms around me. The next thing I knew, her legs were wrapped around me and she was grinding on my hard dick.

  Pulling her lips away, she dropped her head against the door. “Colt, I’m going to come. God, what are you doing to me?”

  I watched the flush move across Lauren’s cheeks as she fell apart. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her against this door, but I knew she was sore and we had zero time to be doing this.

  Slowly lowering her down, I pushed her blonde hair from her face. “Will that keep you satisfied until later?”

  Lauren’s eyes were intense as they searched my face. “I think so.”

  After checking out of the hotel, we got in my truck and headed to A&M. The drive back was amazing. It was like old times with Lauren and I talking, laughing and enjoying each other.

  Lauren cleared her throat and said, “So, maybe we should talk about the elephant in the truck?”

  Quickly peeking at her, I tried to keep my out of control heart from racing so fast. “What do you mean?”

  Smiling sweetly at me, Lauren turned and looked out the front window. “The reason I’ve been pushing you away, and frankly just being a bitch to you.”

  “I don’t think you’ve ever been a bitch, Lauren.”

  Looking back at me, Lauren raised her one eyebrow and lowered her head at me. “Seriously, Colt. It’s okay, I know how I’ve behaved. That night I walked away from you at the party, I saw the hurt in your eyes and it killed me. I was mad and acting like a little spoiled brat.”

  I kept my eyes on the road as I listened to Lauren talk. Things were amazing between us right now, and I didn’t really want to risk the chance of us getting into a fight over something that happened in the past.

  Lauren fiddled with her ring. It was a small diamond and emerald ring her parents had bought her when she turned sixteen. She’d spin it one way, and then the other. It was a nervous habit she had since she got the ring.

  “Lauren, we don’t . . .”

  Holding up her hand, she sucked in a shaky breath. “Colt, please let me say this.”

  Giving her a weak smile, I motioned for her to keep talking. We had been driving with the sunroof open and I couldn’t help but notice how the wind was sweeping around in the truck and blowing Lauren’s curls around. She didn’t seem to care one bit.

  “My dream, since I’ve been a little girl, is to run Daddy’s breeding business. I swear I remember the first time Daddy put me up on a horse. The smell of leather, to this day, reminds me of it.”

  Chuckling, I knew how she felt, because I felt the same way.

  Clearing her throat, Lauren pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees as she kept talking. The smell of her perfume swept across my face and I inhaled deeply, feeling my dick jump in my pants.

  “Daddy told me he thinks I can’t run the ranch by myself. He says I’m not responsible enough and need someone like . . . someone like . . .” Her voi
ce trailed off and my heart slowly broke as I listened to the sadness in her voice.

  “Someone like who, Lauren?”

  Lauren looked at me and my heart stopped beating the moment I saw the tear. Looking over my shoulder, I quickly pulled over to the shoulder and stopped the car. Putting it in park, I jumped out of the truck and ran around to the passenger side. Opening the door, I reached in and pulled her out. Holding her in my arms, Lauren began crying.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not normally like this. I don’t cry. Ever.”

  Running my hand along her back, I whispered, “Shh, Lauren, baby, tell me what has you so upset.”

  Pulling back some, I reached up with my hands and wiped her tears away with my thumbs. Lauren smiled the sweetest smile I’d ever seen.

  “Daddy said he needed someone like you to run the family business.”

  Sucking in a breath of air, I took a step back. Everything all of sudden became clear. The night she walked away from me was the same day her dad hired me to help out on the ranch. All the times I talked about my ideas and pitched them to Scott, and Lauren would get so pissed of. It all made sense.

  My eyes landed on her beautiful baby blues. They were anxious as she searched my face for some sort of a clue to how I was feeling.

  I felt sick. Knowing I was the reason she had been so hurt and upset. I was the reason she had been pushing me away and fighting with me. All the things I said to her, I egged her on.

  “Oh God.” Turning, I leaned over and placed my hands on my knees and dragged in deep breaths. “I’m the reason you were so angry. I was the one who was pushing you away the whole time. It was because of me.”

  Lauren quickly started talking. “No, Colt I should have talked to you or Daddy. I should have told my father how I was feeling. Instead, I took it out on you and let my hurt and anger push you away. I was also upset about you turning me down that night in your truck.” Tears streamed down her face as she attempted to keep talking. “If only I had stopped for two seconds to see that maybe we could do this . . . we could do this together.”

  I made a vow to myself that Lauren would always be first in my life. I’d wake up every single morning with one goal in mind. Make her happy always.

  Pulling her into my arms, I held her tight. “Lauren, I love you.”

  Her body shook as she let out her tears. “I don’t deserve your love, Colt.”

  Pulling back, I pushed her hair from her tear-soaked face. “Yes, you do. We deserve each other and I’m not going to let either one of us waste another second. Lauren, I want you to be happy and I need you to know that I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. If that means going and working for my father or Jeff, that’s what I’ll do, baby.”

  Shaking her head quickly, she wiped her nose. Her eyes lit up and she threw herself against my body. “Colt, I love you so much.” She wrapped her arms around me tightly. “No, I want you to work for Daddy. You’re so important to him, and he loves you like a son.”

  When she let her grip go, I pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were no longer sad, but filled with love. “Once he finds out I took his little girl’s virtue, he won’t love me like a son.”

  Laughing, Lauren dropped her head back. Knowing I was making her smile made the pain in my heart hurt a little less. “We better get going or he will be finding out tonight.”

  Quickly kissing Lauren on the lips, I started to walk but was stopped when she reached for my hand and pulled me back to her. “Colt, I don’t want you going and working for your daddy or Jeff. I want to do this together. Me and you.”

  Relief coursed through my veins. “Baby, you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say that.” Kissing her nose, I whispered, “Me and you. Forever.”

  PULLING INTO THE driveway of the house we shared with our friends, Colt and I quickly grabbed our bags and flew inside. Running upstairs, I dumped my clothes on the floor in an attempt to make it look like I had been here. Running in to the hallway, Colt and I slammed into each other. He had already changed his clothes as my eyes ran over his body.

  “The project!” we both shouted at once.

  Turning, we ran downstairs.

  “Colt, I don’t really have a project!”

  Colt stood in the middle of the living room. Spinning.

  God he looked so cute all freaked out. I had wondered what would happen if I just jumped on him right then and demanded he fuck me up against something? Women were always talking about being taken up against something. The whole orgasm against the hotel door was nice. Really nice. Really, really nice.

  “Lauren! What are you standing there daydreaming about? Our parents will be here soon.”

  My eyes moved over Colt’s body. The way he was walking around in those Wranglers was sinful. His ass looked amazing.

  Focus, Lauren. Project. Parents on the way. Colt’s ass. Taking me up against something. No, no, no! Focus.

  An idea came to me, and I yelled out, “I got it!” Running upstairs, I looked around my room for the scrapbook paper I had bought for the baby book I made Luke and Libby. Grabbing a few pieces, I ran back down the stairs. Colt was still standing in the middle of the living room. Taking a quick peek at him, I attempted not to run into anything.

  Yep. Still looking hot as hell.

  “Colt, can you stop standing there looking all hot?”

  Pulling his head back with a confused look upon his face, Colt said, “I’m not hot. Do I look hot? If I’m sweating, it’s because I’m sure your father is going to see it all over my face. I had sex with your daughter. It will be like a giant imprint on my forehead.”

  Letting out a giggle, I opened the pantry and looked around. There they are! Reaching for the bag of pasta, I pulled it out and tossed it down on the paper. Shutting the door, I walked up to Colt, who was leaning against the island. “I mean you looked hot as in handsome, or I want you to take me up against a wall or a door. Oh! Holy sheets! In the shower!” My mouth dropped open and I looked at Colt. Why hadn’t I thought of that back at the hotel? Damn it! Oh, I’m so mad at myself.

  “W-what?”

  “Yes! I totally want to have hot, fast, give it to me hard sex in the shower.”

  Colt wet his lips and let out a small moan. I was just about to kiss him when I remembered the project. “The project!”

  Spinning on my heels, I quickly skipped over to the junk drawer, as Grace calls it. Pulling it open, I grabbed the glue stick.

  Making my way back over to the scrapbook paper, I opened the box of pasta.

  Looking at Colt through my eyelashes, I couldn’t help but chuckle at his expression. I knew my sex in the shower comment probably had him going insane.

  Using the glue I drew the number one and then started putting pasta on it. Colt continued to gaze at me with an incredulous stare. “Want to help?” I asked.

  “Um . . . sure. What in the hell are you making?”

  “My project.”

  Colt’s head snapped up and he slowly tilted it as his eyes moved from the pasta to me, then back to the pasta. “Um . . . what is it?”

  Drawing the number four with glue, I put more pasta on it. “Seriously? You don’t know?”

  Pursing his lips as he took in my project, he shook his head. “Lauren, I have no fucking clue what you are doing.” Picking up the pasta, he began mindlessly pushing it onto the glue number.

  Drawing the number three, we repeated the process. I held up the paper and smiled. “My project,” I proclaimed with pride.

  “It looks like something we had to do in grade school. What is with you and the numbers one, four, and three?”

  Feeling my face blush, I started cleaning my hands to get the glue off. “You really don’t know what it means?”

  “Nope. I know I’ve seen you write it on a bunch on your notes in high school.”

  Closing my eyes, I shook my head. Another missing piece. That stupid idiot had no idea what I had been saying to him all through high school.

 
Turning and leaning against the sink, I gave Colt the sexiest smile I could. “I only wrote that in your notes, Colt. No one else’s.”

  There went that damn smile of his. God, does he have any idea how sexy that crooked smile is? Does he know it melts my panties instantly?

  “Oh yeah?” Colt asked as he pushed off the counter and made his way to me. Pulling me into his arms, he lifted me up and set me down on the countertop.

  Slipping his hand through the leg of my shorts, Colt asked in almost a whisper, “What does it mean, Lauren?”

  Dropping my head back, I felt him brush his fingers over my panties, causing my lower stomach to clench. “Oh, Colt. Yes.”

  Pushing on my clit, I jumped. “Tell me, Lauren or I’ll stop.”

  “It stands for I love you!” I called out as I attempted to get more friction against my sensitive numb.

  Colt let out a growl and slipped my panties to the side, pushing his finger into my hotness. Letting out a hiss between my teeth, I begged for him to take me.

  “Colt, please take me. Oh God, take me right here, right now!”

  His lips moved to my neck as he kissed me tenderly. “Sweetheart, I wish like hell I had known what the three numbers meant because what we did today would have been done about three years ago.”

  Placing my hands on his broad shoulders, I moved my hips. “More!” I panted out. Colt lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him.

  “Tell me what you want, Lauren. I don’t want you to be sore, sweetheart.”

  Every time Colt called me sweetheart, my heart felt as if it was about to burst. No one had ever treated me the way Colt had in the last eight hours. I felt as if he adored not only my body, but my heart and soul as well.

  “I want . . .”

  Just as I was about to be brazen enough to tell him to fuck the shit out of me, the doorbell rang and Colt practically dropped me to the floor. “Your dad!”