While Evan runsto his room, I go to Colt’s to put my things away. Just as expected, he follows me.
“I’m just going to throw these clothes in your closet,” I tell him. “I’m going to write while you guys go swimming.”
I step inside the walk-in closet, only for him to follow behind me and close the door behind him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him.
“You’re mine, Queen Vee. I won’t be so calm next time he decides to tell you that he’s still in love with you. He’s lucky Evan was there today.”
“Jerry’s an ex, and I have no feelings left for him. Don’t start any of that macho bullshit, okay. I don’t find it flattering. Just like you, I have a past. I don’t know what else to tell you.” I pull my hands away and head for the door, but he pulls me to him, putting my back to his firm chest.
“I’m a man, Victoria. And another man is trying to take you from me. I can only react as a man. I’m not interested in being any other way.” He pushes my hair away from the side of my neck and bites me. Rough hands grab my hips.
“I swear, I don’t know what century you’re from sometimes. No one can take me. I’m here because I choose to be.” He undoes the button of my jeans and unzips them. A hand slides inside my panties, pulling my pussy lips apart. He must not think that contact is enough. He pulls my pants and panties down, and I kick them off. My shirt goes over my head next, and I do the same to him,.
“He had his one chance, didn’t he?” He spins me around. Before any words can leave my mouth, his lips are on mine. He’s commanding and rough, kissing me with everything he has. I get on my toes, but that’s not enough. He’s much too tall. I jump in his arms and wrap my legs around him. He moans into my mouth, and I tug on his hair. “I have to make sure that you always choose me.” He puts me back on my feet and pulls down his pants.
He spins me around, and I hold on to the built-in shelves in the closet. I toss my head back while he leaves hot kisses down my spine. A hand goes between my legs, and two long fingers find their way inside. My wetness coats his fingers. He pulls them out and slowly glides his wet digits up my stomach, between my breasts, up my neck before sliding them into my mouth.
While I suck, he bends me over, letting my ass stick out in the air. He slaps a butt cheek, jolting me, then gets on his knees, spreads my ass cheeks apart, and glides a hand through it, circling my asshole. I let out a loud yelp of surprise when the tip of his pinkie goes inside. As quickly as it happens, he pulls it out and eats my pussy from the back. He’s savage, licking and sucking on my clit, bringing me to the edge of orgasm before he pulls his head back. He stands abruptly and aligns his dick at my entrance before he fills me with his thickness.
“Say my name, darlin’,”
“Colt.” It’s a shameless moan. When he starts to pull out, I cry out, “No.” He slides back in, putting an arm around my waist to hold me upright.
“Tell me you want me,” he says against my ear. “Tell me,” he commands.
“I want you,” I say. He removes the hand from around my waist and puts it on my lower back. When he’s positioned me against the shelves, he grasps my hips with both hands and slides all the way inside. He takes total control of my body but gives me as much of himself as possible.
“I want you, too. I’ve wanted you since the night at the club, and now that I have you, I’m not going to lose you to someone who didn’t value you.” Once the words leave his mouth, he fucks me hard, claiming me and showing me who I now belong to. His fingers find their way to my clit, rubbing me until I combust and come all over his dick. He’s not far behind. I think he only held on until my release. He convulses against me, calling my name while he releases inside of me.
We’re still connected minutes later. His long body is on top of mine, and his face is in the side of my neck as he tries to regain control of his breathing. He finally gets up, kissing along my spine before he takes his pants all the way off, and spins me around into his naked body.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he says against my mouth. “And thank you for trying with Evan.”
I wrap my arms around him and rest my head in the middle of his chest. “He’s a good kid, and you’re an amazing dad.”
“I’m sure you would let me know if I wasn’t,” he teases.
“I sure would.”
“Come to the pool with us.” He lets me go, rummages through a drawer, and pulls out a pair of bright blue swim trunks and a matching top. “Evan picked these out. He has the same set.”
The door to the bedroom opens, and Evan calls out for his dad. I shoo him out of the closet. He opens the door only wide enough for him to get out. By the time I dress and put myself back together, they’re both still in the bedroom, lying in the middle of the bed, watching cartoons.
“What happened to swimming?” I ask. Colt extends his hand and gestures for me to come closer. When I do, he pulls me onto the bed next to him. Evan moves over to make room, and I cuddle into Colt’s side.
“Do you want to come?” Evan asks.
I look at Colt, who shrugs and nods at me. “I can’t, buddy. I don’t have a bathing suit, but I’ll hang out here while you guys go. I have some writing to do.”
“Are you writing a story?”
“I am. It’s about a girl who was given up for adoption and what happens to her when she finds her birth parents.”
He sits up and straddles his father’s stomach. “Will you read it to me?”
The question takes me by surprise, and it takes me a minute to think of a response. This is not the kind of story you read to a five-year-old. It’s more of a Shakespearean tragedy than a fairy tale.
“It’s not ready yet for an audience, and I think it might be a little too mature for you, but I’ll read you any story you want, any time you want. Maybe you can show me your books later.” He looks at his dad who nods at him.
