Blood rushed to his cock and he thought he might have made a world’s record for getting hard.
“Feb –”
She slid him all the way in.
His hand went to her body which was now curled on the bed, her ass to her ankles, her stomach pressed to her thighs, him in her mouth while her other hand slid along the skin of his chest.
When he touched her he was annoyed to find she’d left on her underwear and it felt like she had on his tee that she was wearing earlier that day. He slid his hand over the curve of her ass when her head started moving and he wasn’t annoyed anymore. He was something else a whole lot different.
“Baby,” he groaned.
As Feb worked his cock with her mouth, Colt hauled her lower body toward him. He had her underwear pulled over her ass and his hand between the legs she spread for him, she was rocking against his fingers and moaning around his cock when her phone rang on the nightstand.
His hand froze and her head shot up.
“You have got to be fucking shitting me,” Colt clipped and in that moment, he swore to God, if he saw Denny Lowe he’d rip the fuckwad’s head off with his own hands.
Feb still had her hand wrapped around his cock but her head was turned to him and she whispered, “Colt –”
But he moved, yanking up her underwear. She let him go and he reached toward the light coming from her cell display, dragging himself up to sitting once he grabbed it.
When he saw who was on the display he changed his mind about whose head he was going to rip off.
His eyes went to her to see her shadow up on her knees and she looked like she was arranging her underwear.
He flipped open the phone, put it to his ear and growled, “This better fuckin’ be good.”
There was a moment of silence then, “I’m in the hospital with forty stitches in my fuckin’ shoulder, closin’ a fuckin’ hatchet wound, that good enough?”
Colt felt his chest depress from the inside and he reached toward the lamp when his phone started ringing.
He ignored it, turned on the lamp and looked at Feb. She was on her knees but her ass had dropped to her calves and her face was white as a sheet.
“Talk to me,” he said to Reece, not tearing his eyes from Feb.
“Bastard got away.”
“God dammit!” Colt snarled.
“I’m in fuckin’ Texas. Asshole tailed me, broke into my goddamned hotel room.”
“You okay?”
“Did I not mention the forty fuckin’ stitches?”
“Other than that, you okay?”
“I was on the move when he delivered the blow, thank fuck, or I’d not have a goddamned arm, but, yeah, other than that, I’m okay.”
Colt’s phone had stopped ringing but instantly it rang again and he looked at Feb, pointed to the phone and then held his palm out, telling her he wanted her to give it to him.
“The police with you?” he asked Reece as he watched Feb crawl over his body and then across the bed on her hands and knees to get his phone.
“Yeah, they’re here. One just got off the phone which is why I ‘spect your phone’s ringing.”
Feb had come back and put his phone in his hand and he looked at the display. Sully.
He let his phone go to voicemail and asked Reece, “What happened?”
“Didn’t hear him workin’ the lock but there’s a streetlight just outside. It shone in bright when he got in the door, woke me up, thank Christ. I hauled ass outta bed and he came at me swinging. That’s when he nailed me. I got a few licks in while yellin’ blue bloody murder. Fucker’s not a fighter, he’s not wieldin’ a hatchet, he’s got nothin’. I got the hatchet away from him and he turned tail and ran. I went after him but he nearly ran me over with his goddamned car. Didn’t think to grab my keys, seein’ as some fuckwit was after me with a hatchet and I was bleedin’ like piss.”
“You call the cops?” Colt asked.
“Yeah, I called the cops,” Reece answered like Colt had a screw loose.
“Cops go after him?”
“Got to the scene in less than ten minutes. Set up roadblocks, nothin’. He’s vanished.”
“Jesus Christ,” Colt clipped.
“Feds want me in protective custody until they get him. I need to talk to Feb.”
Colt looked at Feb to see she was deep breathing again, her eyes locked on him unblinking.
“Give me a second,” Colt told Reece.
“What’s your name?” Reece asked suddenly.
“Colton,” Colt replied automatically.
Reece’s voice changed from hacked off to soft. “All right, Colton, break it to her gentle.”
Colt took the phone from his ear and put his palm over it.
“Baby, come closer.” She immediately slid forward on her knees until those knees were pressed to his hip, her eyes still unblinking and fixed on him. Colt leaned into her and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. “He’s okay but Denny got to Reece tonight. Reece’s got some stitches but he’s okay. Denny got away.”
He watched as she closed her eyes tight and turned her face away. She allowed herself about a half a second to have this reaction before she opened her eyes and looked at him again, lifting her hand, palm up, for the phone.
He handed it to her and she put it to her ear, her eyes dropping to the bed.
“Reece?” she waited. “Yeah,” She paused and listened. “You okay?” She closed her eyes again and shook her head then opened them but didn’t lift them. “I’m so sorry.” Another pause and then quickly, “I know I don’t have to –” She was obviously cut off and she waited a moment before she said, “Okay. Yeah. You can’t check in?” She nodded, listened then said, “That makes sense. You’ll call when this is done?” She listened again, more nodding then she whispered, “Okay, honey.”
Colt fucking hated hearing her call another man “honey”. She’d done it the night before too, he didn’t like it then and he didn’t like it now.
Then again, five minutes ago she had her mouth around his cock and he had his finger inside her and she was currently on her knees in his bed while wearing his t-shirt while Reece was in Texas, didn’t have a prayer in the world with Feb and Colt doubted she’d ever given Reece something like “Landslide”. If she had, the bastard would never in a million years watch her walk away so Colt decided he had nothing to complain about.
“Stay safe, okay?” she asked, was quiet a moment and then her eyes moved to Colt before they went back to the bed. “Yeah, I’ll be okay.” She bit her lip before saying, “He’s a cop, Reece. He knows what he’s doin’.” She went silent and then she smiled. “Yeah, a cop.” She gave a soft laugh, listened then whispered, “He’s a good man, honey, he’ll take care of me.”
Colt’s fingers pressed into her neck and she looked at him.
“What?” she said into the phone then those dents came to the insides of her brows and her face went unfocused. “Um… okay, he’s right here.” She waited. “Yeah. You too. Later, honey.” Then she held out the phone to Colt and said, “He wants a word.”
Colt took the phone, gave her another squeeze with his fingers before he took his hand away.
“Yeah?” he said when he put the phone to his ear.
“Goes without sayin’, cop or not, this motherfucker even breathes in her space, I’m holdin’ you responsible.”
“I can understand that,” Colt said to him.
“That’s good we understand each other.”
“We do.”
“You know what you got?” Reece asked and Colt’s eyes went to Feb on her knees, in his bed, in his t-shirt.
Shit yeah, he knew what he had.
“Yeah,” he told Reece.
“Take care of it,” Reece said then Colt heard the disconnect.
He flipped her phone closed and tossed it on the nightstand while Feb asked, “Everything all right?”
Colt looked at her. “He’s worried about you.”
“Well,
I didn’t have Denny Lowe and his hatchet in my bedroom tonight.”
Thank Christ for that.
Colt decided it was time to have a certain conversation.
“We didn’t talk about protective custody tonight, baby.”
Her body gave a small jerk but after she recovered she held herself completely still.
“Feb?”
“Do you want us to go into protective custody?” she asked.
“It’d be smart.”
She tilted her head to the side and he saw her eyes were active. She’d been thinking about this, a lot.
Her voice was quiet when she asked, “Doesn’t it mean he wins, even a little bit, we go into hiding?”
“We’re on top, he ends this in jail and we come out safe.”
She looked away for a few seconds before she looked back to him and then came closer, putting her hands on his chest.
“Okay, listen to me, Alec, okay?” she asked and he nodded, sliding his arms around her and pulling her closer as she went on. “I know this is gonna sound crazy but, he already took a lot of my life. We go away, we’re together and we’re breathin’ but we’re in limbo. Life’s gonna go on but we won’t really be livin’ it.”
“Honey –”
She lifted her hand and put her fingers to his lips before she whispered, “I wanna watch you get dressed in the bathroom. Your bathroom. I wanna make you breakfast in the kitchen. Your kitchen. I want you to come into the bar when you’re off duty and I wanna get you a beer. I wanna fall asleep in your big bed with my cat on our feet. I want us to have the life we were meant to have. I want us to live the life we should have been living.” She got closer and her voice dropped even quieter. “Baby, I don’t want to miss another minute and it’d be even worse knownin’ he took it away.” Her hand slid from his mouth, down his jaw to his neck. “Is that crazy?”
No, it was far from crazy.
“It isn’t crazy,” he told her.
“Is it stupid?”
It wasn’t crazy, the jury was out if it was stupid.
He didn’t tell her that, instead, he said, “I’ll keep you safe, Feb.”
She nodded then ducked her head and pressed it into his neck. “I know you will. I’m countin’ on it.”
He pushed up until his back was to the wall and he pulled her close, into his lap and she snuggled even closer, wrapping her arms around him.
“Gotta call Sully, baby.”
She nodded against his neck.
He flipped his phone open and made the call.
“I’m halfway to your house.” Sully used this statement as a greeting.
“I was on the phone with Reece.”
“You know then.”
“Yeah, they get anything at all?”
“They got a hatchet and an attempted homicide with a coherent witness who identified his attacker immediately puttin’ the last piece into the puzzle which’ll nail this jackass to the wall.”
“That’d make me feel better if he wasn’t still out there.”
“Half the east Texas police and probably every Fed in the Lone Star State is searchin’ for him, Colt.”
“Yeah, searchin’. Call me minute he’s found.”
“Gotcha,” Sully said then he called, “Colt?”
“Yeah?”
“Without Reece as a target, he gets away, he’ll be comin’ after you.”
“I know.”
“Stay alert.” The worry was clear in Sully’s tone.
“You got it.”
Colt flipped the phone shut and tossed it on the nightstand with Feb’s.
He held her for awhile and it seemed she liked the quiet and peace of it, left to her own thoughts, so he gave it to her. When he felt it was time, he started to move to the lamp but her hand moved down his stomach.
“Feb –”
“No, Alec,” she said against his neck as her mouth travelled south. “He’s gone now. Now it’s just you and me and the life we were meant to have.”
Then her body moved so her mouth could get where it wanted to go and Colt saw her curl herself between his legs then she sucked his cock while his hands held her hair away from her face so he could watch the show. Then, when he decided he wanted her pussy and not her mouth, he yanked her up, tore down her panties and planted her astride him. Then he watched her ride him while he fingered her clit until she came and then he watched her ride him more, until he couldn’t watch because he came.
The light was out, he’d pulled the covers over them, she was pressed to his side, her leg thrown over his thigh and he could feel his wetness sliding out of her as she pushed in closer and Wilson hopped up and settled at their ankles.
“Love you, babe,” she whispered into his chest.
He gave her a squeeze with his arm around her waist. “Love you too, Feb.”
After awhile, her weight grew heavier as did her breathing and he knew she was out.
He was hearing Stevie Nicks singing in his head when Colt fell asleep in the bed, in the house, with the woman at his side that life meant him to have.
After waiting for forty-four years, for the fifth night in a row, Alexander Colton was finally living the life he was meant to be living.
Chapter Eleven
Unidentified
I woke up when Colt slid out from under me. I nabbed his pillow and pulled it to my chest, wrapping my arms around it.
Wilson followed him out of bed and started meowing. Then he followed him to the bathroom then he followed him down the hall then, after a minute or two, Wilson shut up.
I let Colt’s pillow go, looked at the clock and saw it was after nine in the morning. I rolled when I heard Colt coming back down the hall and I got up on an elbow, pulling my hair out of my face to watch him walk into the room wearing nothing but boxers.
His eyes were on me and he came right at me, stopping briefly at the side of the bed to hook his thumbs into the boxers and yank them down. I got a good look, I liked what I saw but it didn’t last long because he leaned in and pulled down the covers. A slight cold hit me before it was swept away when Colt put a knee to the bed right before he covered me with his body.
His hands went into the tee at my sides and his face disappeared into my neck where he said, “Mornin’ baby.”
This wasn’t just a morning, this was a good morning but I decided not to point that out because he probably knew it already.
I slid my hands across the skin of his back, turned my head and said into his hair, “Mornin’.”
His hands were moving on me, his weight heavy, both felt unbelievably great as his lips slid up my neck to the hinge of my jaw where he said, “Fuckin’ love Saturdays.”
I smiled because he sounded content and also because I agreed with him. Only better day in the week than Saturday was Sunday and that was tomorrow. Something to look forward to and it’d been way too long since I’d had something to look forward to.
His hands went up the shirt, taking it with them then it was up further then he arched his back, I lifted my back from the bed as well as my arms over my head and the tee was swept away. He tossed it to the side and dropped his mouth to mine.
“Feel like waffles,” he muttered against my mouth.
I knew what that meant.
Something else to look forward to.
One of my hands went up his neck and my fingers sifted into his hair before I replied, “Me too.”
He grinned against my mouth then he took it in a deep kiss and, after, he did other things at other places on my body with his mouth. Then he was between my legs, lifting and spreading them wide and cocked with his hands behind my knees. He took me with his mouth, making me come then he moved up and over me, fucking me slow and sweet, then harder, then faster, then even harder, his hands on me, my hands on him, our mouths locked, tongues sparring, building it again for me, but now also for him, until I exploded the second time just moments before he lifted my knees high, rammed in deep and groaned.
After, when Colt
was gliding gently in and out of me, his tongue tracing my necklaces, I was thinking I was pretty happy I’d packed the waffle iron with the stoneware.
* * * * *
Colt waited for his waffles because I did yoga.
Seeing as I’d had two orgasms, I didn’t really need to do the yoga to relax and de-stress, but I did need to do it to practice and keep fit.
Colt sat at the bar on a stool wearing a pair of shorts and a tee, reading the paper and drinking coffee. I was in the den, my yoga mat down the length of the pool table, one of the scented candles that I brought over from my place burning and I had Norah Jones playing. I was trying to concentrate, clear my mind, focus on my positioning, my muscles, my breathing, deepening the poses, rooting myself to the floor for the balancing ones but this was difficult. This was difficult partly because there was a lot of shit to think about so clearing my mind was a challenge. This was also difficult because, more times than most when I caught Colt in my vision, he was watching me.
“Don’t watch me,” I ordered as I moved from triangle pose to downward-facing dog.
“Baby, your ass is in the air and you’re wearin’ tight clothes. Not watchin’ you is impossible.”
“You’re breaking my concentration.”
“With practice, you’ll get used to me enjoyin’ the show.”
I rolled my eyes to the floor which luckily Colt couldn’t see.
“Next time, you’re doin’ this with me,” I told him and he burst out laughing so I asked, “What?”
“I do yoga the day you play basketball.”
Morrie and Colt had often tried to get me, Jessie, Meems or whatever girl Morrie was dating at the time to play basketball with them. It was supposed to be a low contact sport but the way they played it was not. I figured it was their way to look superior as well as bump into girls a lot. I didn’t mind that, it was all the running and sweating and dribbling and rules that I minded.
No way I was going to play basketball. Ever.
“Enjoy the show,” I invited, and dropped down into child’s pose as I heard Colt chuckle.
Something about his chuckle, maybe the satisfaction I heard mixed with the humor, freed my mind. Everything left it and all I had was the scent of ocean in my nostrils, Norah in my ears, my mat under me and my muscles releasing.