“I think it’s her other son, Charlie. You were right. Things are not good between him and Colt.”
“God, she’s so tense. I feel like adding rum to that coke the next time she looks away,” Tara whispers. “If she had pearls, she’d be clutching them right now.”
Right on cue, she puts the phone down and grabs the lapels of her shirt, pressing them around her neck.
“She’s sweet. Very doting,” I say to Tara in Mary Leigh’s defense. Her phone lights up again, she grabs it, stands, and goes to the side of the room to talk. She waves at me when our eyes catch, and I wave back.
“Look at you getting along well with your boyfriend’s mother.”
“I’m too old for a boyfriend. Every time someone says that, I feel like I’m back in the eighth grade.”
“We weren’t allowed to have boyfriends back then,” Tara reminds me.
“Yeah, but we did anyway.” She starts to giggle, and as if he can hear us, our dad looks up. We both burst into laughter.
Mary Leigh stays on the phone until the game resumes. The last half flies by, and the Mischiefs win with a nine-point lead.
It’s late by the time we get back to Colt’s apartment. Evan’s fast asleep when the driver pulls to the front of the building, and I end up carrying him inside. His grandmother insists on getting him ready for bed, and I leave her to the fussy little boy.
Colt gets home at the same moment that I’m zipping my suitcase. I’ve been at his house for days, and I’ve decided tonight is the night I’ll be spending in my own apartment.
He rolls his eyes to the ceiling when he sees me, but he walks in, cups my face and kisses me. “Please, stay,” he whispers. Once I nod, he picks up the bag, and puts it in the back of the closet.
“Come on.” We go to the kitchen, and he pulls out a plate from the microwave. His mother fixed it for him before we left for the game tonight. It’s a chicken ziti dish that she made, and the smell makes my stomach growl.
I sit on his lap and he offers me a bite. “Oh my God,” I moan. I snatch the fork from him and eat some more before I hop off of him to get my own.
“So, Mama’s going to stay here with Evan for the away games. She’s not up for all that travelin’.”
“Sounds good, but are you sure you wouldn’t prefer alone time with her and Evan without me hovering around?”
He eats but watches me as he chews. He leaves the table and returns with two bottles of water.
“I want you to stay.” He picks up my hand and intertwines our fingers. “I like havin’ you here. I like having dinner with you after my games. It’s comfortin’.” He tugs my arm, and I end up on his lap. “I thought we were in this?” He stands with me in his arms and walks us back to the bedroom and locks the door.
He lifts the jersey over my head and tosses it to the corner. My pants and underwear come off next, followed by my bra. He lays me on the bed and spreads my legs. “I think I’m ready for dessert.”
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The Mischiefs winthe second game in the series, and Colt flies to Milwaukee immediately after the game. I fly out the next afternoon alone. Alan won’t arrive until the next day. I write during the entire two-hour flight on the private plane that Colt got for me. It’s warm when I arrive, and it’s still light out when my driver takes me to Colt’s hotel. He’s busy with the team, and I won’t see him until evening.
He shows up in my room a few hours later, and we order room service. We have dinner with Evan and Mary Leigh over FaceTime. Evan talks nonstop and gives his father advice on how to win the game.
Once dinner’s over, I treat myself to a hot shower. A few minutes into the shower, while I have my eyes closed and my face under the strong spray, I feel the shower door open and large hands grab my hips. He pulls me into his naked body, and I sigh. He takes the washcloth from my hand and washes me, taking special care between my legs and my butt cheeks. Once he’s done, he slaps my ass, and the sting takes me by surprise. When I try to hit him back, he grabs both my wrists and holds them with one hand. No matter how hard I try to pull out of his grasp, I can’t. That doesn’t stop me from trying. Each time he laughs, it makes me fight harder. He lifts me up by both wrists with one hand, hardly exerting any energy at all, and pins me against the shower wall. When I wrap my legs around him, his free hand travels down my back and between my ass cheeks. Like he’s done before, he sticks his pinky finger in my rosebud, and he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my protest in the process.
“I’m going to eat your snatch,” he says against my mouth. “And then I’m going to eat your ass.” He lets me slide down his body. He steps back, his dick now hard and pointing straight at me as if it’s a compass and I’m home. He approaches, gets on his knees, and sticks his head between my legs. His tongue hits my clit, almost bringing me to my knees. I throw a leg over his shoulder and grab his now tangled hair for support.
He ravages me, taking me to the brink of orgasm only to pull away before I can succumb. He spins me around to face the wall and spread my ass cheeks apart.
“Colt!” I say, but the rest of my words gets swallowed by the sounds of the shower when his tongue hits my most sacred place. I tense at first, not knowing what to do or expect since this has never happened to me before.
“Relax. Unclench those cheeks.” He squeezes my ass, and I relax. I rest my forehead against the wall and give in to him. His tongue teases my hole, and he presses his entire face into my ass. A hand finds its way to my pussy and two fingers slide inside of me. I relax fully, giving in to the sensation. His tongue rims my ass, and I groan at having both holes filled at once.
“Oh, God,” I mutter when I feel myself start to convulse. The feeling of euphoria takes over, stemming from the lower parts of me, and travels to the top. Just as I’m on the precipice of an epic orgasm, his face leaves my ass, and his fingers leave my pussy. He spins me around, lifts me, and pins me against the wall. The water falls on us. My shower cap has gone completely askew. He pulls it off with his free hand, and I yell in protest. He orders me to spread my legs. When I happily oblige, he sinks into me, filling me in one long thrust. He holds me up and fucks me against the shower wall. I come almost immediately, but Colt’s nowhere done. He pummels me into the wall, shoving his long and thick dick inside of me. I call out his name, and he calls mine. I come again, this one taking me by such surprise, I think I might fall, but his strong arms would never let that happen. He roars close to my ear, convulsing against me when he finds his release. It seems like his orgasm goes on forever. By the time he sets me on my feet, my legs have turned to rubber, and he grabs my hips, preventing me from falling over. He pulls me into him and wraps his arms around me.
“I needed that, darlin’,” he says with his warm lips against my temple.
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