Letting Him In

by Izzy Sweet

  I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m just saying it out of need, without even thinking. Arching up, I score my nails into his shoulders and down his back. “Yes.”

  “Every moment,” he groans, his head falling forward. Still, he just holds himself there, leaving us stuck on this precipice. “Until you trust me. Until you let me in.”

  I squirm and continue to dig my heels until his ass. If only I could move him. Every fiber of my being is screaming to join with his.

  “Whitney,” he growls and the sound is so harsh, so threatening, all the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

  “Yes. Yes!” I lift my hips up but he retreats, pulling back. “Just fuck me, dammit.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do, woman,” he curses and reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit. His fingers work me over, rubbing me in tight circles, pushing me to the edge. My thighs tighten around his hips and he tells me, “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”

  My head thrashes back and forth and if he wasn’t still wearing his shirt, I know my nails would be tearing up his back.

  “Please, Colt,” I whimper. I’m so close but I don’t want to come like this. I want to come with his cock inside me.

  “Do you need me?” he asks, bending forward and stamping kisses down my neck.

  “Yes,” I groan as his mouth reaches my shirt, his breath hot against the swells of my breasts. “I need you,” I admit.

  “I need you too, Whitney,” he adds and then impales me on his cock in one smooth movement. I’m so wet, so slick he just slides all the way in.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp, twitching from the electric jolts shooting up my spine.

  “Hold on to me, baby,” Colt groans and my grip on his back tightens. “I need you too much, you feel so good. I can’t hold back.”

  I have a split second to brace myself and then he’s rearing back, only to slam into me hard. His body crashing against my body, it’s like he’s trying to pound me through his mahogany desk.

  My thighs tighten around him; my walls grip him. All I can do is hold on for dear life as he fucks me so hard his laptop goes flying and crashing. But he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t care. I have a feeling the entire building could be on fire, the walls coming down on top of us and he wouldn’t stop. His face and body is set, he’s hell-bent on fucking me into oblivion.

  I hold out for as long as I can. Fighting the pressure, fighting against the surge because I want it to last. But I just can’t. He has this power over me, over my mind and body.

  I feel the tremor before I even realize what’s happening. My entire body tenses, my muscles locking up and then the floodgates open. I’m swept away into an orgasm that never ends. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me, and just as I think it’s done, my walls quiver, his balls hit my ass, and I erupt again.

  By the time he finds his own release, roaring out as cock fills me up with hot stickiness, I’m completely drained. After a few moments I realize my throat is raw. I must have done a lot of screaming. If I thought I could keep what is between us under wraps professionally… well, all that screaming just ruined that.

  Colt collapses on top of me, and I accept the weight of him. It should be uncomfortable but it’s not. It’s almost like us. It shouldn’t work, somehow it just does.

  When I finally have enough breath I ask, “This room isn’t soundproofed, is it?”

  Colt grins lazily and shakes his head. “There’s never been a reason for it, until you, Whitney.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Colt wants every waking moment with me and that’s exactly what he’s getting. We clean up, showering together in his office bathroom, and then change into the fresh clothing he keeps on hand. After scarfing down our lunch, we go back to work, and neither of us looks up until the hallway lights are dimmed.

  Calling it a day, we stop by my house so I can give my brothers some more money and check in on them. Over the next few weeks, every weekday goes like this. We work together, either in the office or meeting with clients. On Fridays we attend my brother’s football games, and I slip them enough money to get them through the weekend. I’d give them a card or a large chunk of cash but I’m afraid my mother will get her hands on it.

  My mother, though, keeps disappearing.

  It’s not a bad thing, it’s actually a good thing. She’s a grown woman, she should be taking care of herself. We’ve learned to get along without her, we actually prefer it. If she’s gone, doing who knows what, I don’t have to worry about my brothers handling her on their own. It’s a huge relief to have her off our backs. I hope she found a guy or something she can finally stick with.

  In fact, the more time I spend with Colt, the less I worry about all of them. The less I feel like I have to check in on them. My brothers, they’re taking care of themselves pretty well but I have to admit they always have. I think spending so much time with Colt isn’t much different than working two jobs. If anything, they’re better off because even though I still don’t have time, I have more money to give, and I’m not constantly stressed out about keeping a roof over their heads.

  Colt has been giving me the idea that I need to get us a new apartment. We’re on the hunt for something safer and nicer but still in the same school district. He’s also helped me set up a bank account, mostly so my salary can be direct deposited. He’s even been hinting at the possibility of all of us, not just me, moving in with him. But that’s a pretty big leap, and it’s going to take a lot more time before I can commit to that idea.

  My brothers seem to be completely cool with our arrangement. They really like Colt and he seems to like them. I swear he gets more excited to see their games and cheers louder than I ever have.

  Everything is going great. Too good in fact. The weeks fly by and Colt doesn’t change. I’m pretty much living with him. Eating, working, spending every waking and every sleeping moment with him. Behind closed doors he’s the man he says he is. I feel myself letting down my walls, letting down my guard. He’s so good to me. I feel so good when I’m with him. I have to wonder how I ever existed without him.

  He makes my life worth living.

  And I mean something to him. The way he looks at me, the way he touches me… he needs me just as much as I need him. He introduces me to all of his friends, introduces me as his girlfriend. He’s the one putting it out there, declaring to the world that I’m his. And in bed at night, he’s ravenous, relentless. Freakin’ tireless. It doesn’t matter how tired we are, or how long our day was. It’s like he needs my body, needs to be inside me every night or it hurts him.

  The last thing I ever want to do is hurt him. And it feels so good to be needed, truly needed for me. For who I am. Not just for the money I can provide, he needs me as a person.

  He’s done so much for me I’ll never be able to repay him for it. And it’s not just in money, it’s what he’s done for me—me as a person. I’ve always known I’m smart and capable, I just needed to be given a chance. He’s given me the chance and I’m flourishing because of it. Now I know I deserve more and won’t settle for anything less. I know my worth and according to Colt, I’m worth a fortune.

  Honest to God, I’m pretty sure I’m falling head over heels in love with the man.

  Unfortunately, three months after I agreed to spend “every fucking waking moment” with him we have our first night apart and everything goes to shit.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to wait at my place? I’ll be late, but I promise I won’t wake you up,” Colt asks, his hand squeezing mine with apprehension.

  For the past three months we’ve spent every night together, but tonight is another bachelor party for one of his superstar clients and there’s no way I’m attending the bash. I’ve made a personal vow to myself to never step foot in another strip club for as long as I live.

  “Yeah, I’d really like to spend some time with my brothers,” I nod and squeeze his hand back. It’s been so long since I’ve spent an entire
night at home, just the three of us, it’s starting to feel like I’ve abandoned them. My conscious is telling me I’m being an awful big sister.

  “We really should find an apartment around here…” Colt sighs, and I’m warming up to the idea. Now that Colt and I are serious, this isn’t just some silly fling between us, I’d feel much better if we were all under one roof, in a safer neighborhood. Besides, Luther is off to college in a few months and there’s no way I can leave James on his own. That would be the very definition of abandonment.

  “We should,” I tell Colt and lean over, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s call the agent tomorrow.”

  “Seriously?” he asks like he can’t believe it. I’ve been stalling about it for the past month but it’s time to take the plunge.

  “Yes,” I smile at him and he returns my smile. I think I just made his night.

  He leans over, giving me a deep, appreciative kiss and then pulls back reluctantly while murmuring, “You should go before I start ravishing you.”

  For a moment I’m feeling naughty, and I’m tempted to get him all worked up. But he’s going to a strip club… not exactly the time to send him off with blue balls.

  “You be good,” I warn him as I unbuckle my seat belt. “If you’re not, you know I’ll know.”

  “You’re the only stripper I want,” he says huskily and reaches over, slapping my butt as I get out of the car.

  I yelp, and whip around to glare at him. He just grins, too pleased with himself. I shut the passenger door, and start waving him off while telling him to, “Have fun.”

  Colt nods at me and insists on waiting in the car until I reach my door. I step inside, wave at him once more, then shut and lock the door behind me.

  I take a deep breath and lean against the door. I’m actually very apprehensive about Colt going to a strip club without me, but I didn’t want him to see it. I know he’s a good guy, he’s the best. But there’s no way I can be happy about him being around a bunch of women stripping their clothing off for him. Unfortunately, it’s part of this business and I just have to deal with it.

  I don’t know how long it takes me to get my shit together but it slowly dawns on me that it’s quiet. Too quiet.

  I turn around and find the apartment completely empty.

  Well that’s new. I check the bedrooms but find no one. There’s no note, no clue of where they could be. I check the kitchen, peeking in the fridge. I make a quick list on my phone of the groceries I’ll need to pick up, then take a hot shower and settle in.

  Hour after hour ticks by. Colt and I are texting back and forth, and from the way he’s talking I’m actually starting to feel sorry for him. Not only is he not enjoying himself at the strip club, but the other guys are giving him grief over it.

  Snuggled up on the couch, wrapped up in the crocheted blanket we’ve had since I was little girl, I fall asleep at some point. When I wake up with a jerk of my head, I hear Colt grumbling something angrily as he ushers both of my brothers inside.

  “What happened?” I ask, popping up from the couch.

  Why is Colt here? And why are my brothers with him?

  Colt nudges my brothers.

  Luther just scowls and shakes his head.

  James can’t look me in the eyes as he confesses, “A bunch of us guys checked out the Rump Room tonight.”

  “What?!” I feel myself shouting. “Are you freakin’ serious?”

  Talk about a rude awakening. I feel like all the blood rushes from my head and I’m seeing red. My brothers were at the Rump Room? Seriously? The fucking Rump Room of all places?

  James still can’t look me in the eye but nods his head. Luther’s scowl deepens and he looks at me as if I’m the one who’s done something bad.

  “Yeah, they rolled up about an hour ago. I didn’t even know about it until one of my buddies mentioned a group of varsity players in the back getting their… uh…” Colt trails off and his face goes beet red.

  “Getting their what?” I snap, swinging my glare towards my brothers. “What did you get?”

  Jame’s face goes white and he looks like he’s about to faint. Luther’s scowl starts to turn up in a smirk.

  Colt clears his throat loudly, and when my brothers don’t speak up, he explains, “I found them getting lap dances.”

  “Oh, hell no!” Mental images of my brothers getting dances from Brianna and Naomi—or any of the other girls I became acquainted with the short time I was there—flash inside my head.

  If it was Brianna, I swear I’m going to kill that bitch.

  Fuck, and I just bet the strippers were topless.

  I don’t think I’ve ever felt so angry in my life. I feel my eye twitching and I can’t stop it. My blood is boiling inside my veins. I feel about ready to explode, and literally shake with the effort to keep it from happening.

  “I put a stop to it as soon as I realized what was going on,” Colt informs me, as if it will calm me down or something.

  Luther shoots Colt a dirty look. “Shit, I don’t know why you have to be such a hypocrite and rat us out. You just trying to score points?”

  Colt just shakes his head and before he can speak up for himself I cut in.

  “What did you just call him?” I ask Luther calmly.

  “He’s a hypocrite!” Luther snarls at me. “He was there too, but I don’t see you getting all bent about it.”

  “He was there for work. He was there because he had to be there,” I explain, even though it’s not any of Luther’s business. Then my voice raises with each word as I tell him, “You were there illegally. You had no business being there, and I should report this shit so they put that man out of business!”

  “It was nothing! Nothing! We didn’t even get full dances,” Luther argues back, taking a step towards me.

  “I know what that place is like! I’ve been in there before and it’s not a place for children! Who’s the hypocrite now? Wasn’t it just like four weeks ago you were giving me grief for working there?” I’m practically screaming at him.

  It goes beyond the women taking off their clothes, I mean they can see that crap for free on the internet. I’m angry about the environment they were in, and the type of people they were around. They don’t need those kind of bad influences. The drugs, the side gigs, the complete and utter disrespect for women—that’s what’s making me mad. And I’m even more pissed off because this could have been avoided. I’ve failed in my duties. I wasn’t around to stop them and protect them. Colt was there, and he had to do it.

  “I’m not a child. I’m a grown man!” Luther bellows back.

  And that’s when Colt decides to step in, squeezing between us. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s bring it down a few notches.”

  We both turn on Colt, huffing and snarling at him, but I know he’s right. I don’t usually get like this, but we’ve never dealt with something like this before. Luther and James are such good boys; I’ve never had to worry about them getting into trouble. The things I’ve always worried about are more of the financial nature. But this? How did this happen?

  “Why?” I ask. “Why? This isn’t like you two at all…” I look between them and there’s a great deal of remorse on their faces and it makes me feel a little better, but only a little. They should regret it. It was a stupid fucking decision, and they’re lucky Colt found them before something worse happened. Like Naomi trying to slip them a little something.

  James finally speaks up, his voice soft and quiet. “All the other guys on the team were doing it.”

  “So?” I ask, still not getting it. “You’ve never been ones to just go along with the crowd before.”

  Colt mutters something unintelligible beneath his breath.

  “What was that?” I ask, swinging on him.

  He rakes his fingers through his hair, further disheveling it. “It’s kind of a rite of passage around here.”

  “What does that mean?” I ask.

  Luther smirks, pouncing on the opp
ortunity to tell me, “It means he did it too, when he was in high school.”

  I turn to give Colt my full attention. “Is that true?”

  Colt shifts uncomfortably and mutters a few curse words before nodding his head, admitting, “Yes. My team did it when I was in school.”

  “So this was just a rite of passage and I shouldn’t be angry about it?” I ask no one in particular.

  Both the boys nod their heads but Colt shakes his. “I didn’t say that.”

  I nod, grateful that at least he’s not defending them.

  “I’m just saying it’s not something new, but last I heard the new coach put an end to it. Otherwise I would have talked to you about it.”

  I mull Colt’s words over for a bit and feel the anger just emptying out of me, like I’m being deflated. I can actually totally understand why my brothers did it. I just seriously wish I had been here to prevent it.

  Now, instead of anger I’m feeling a great deal of regret. I’m the adult. I’m the mature one. I should have been around more. Obviously, they still need my influence, my guidance. My shoulders start slumping, and I feel too young, too tired to be dealing with this crap. I’m shaking my head at myself, at the world, at them…

  “Whitney,” James says, breaking the short silence and taking a step toward me. “I’m sorry. I… I thought it was okay because all the guys were doing it. Even the coaches were in on it.”

  It’s hard to stay mad at them when their own coaches were encouraging such bad behavior.

  “I know their coaches,” Colt sighs. “I’ll have a nice, long talk with them about this tomorrow. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

  I sigh and reach out to James, pulling him into a tight hug we both need right now. He’s so much bigger than me but dammit all, I’m still the big sis. “I’m sorry I got so angry. I just worry about you guys so much and love you so much. I’ve been in that place and it seriously bothers me you were in there.”