What would it be like to have him come inside me? The way the warmth trailed down my throat, would it feel like that pooling inside me when he came? An image of Colton’s cum trickling from my ass made my stomach clench with desire. It was filthy, but I couldn’t deny how badly it turned me on.
We may not be there yet, but I wanted to be. And soon.
CHAPTER 16
Colton
“What doyou mean you don’t know anything?” Mrs. Anderson’s wrinkled face was scrunched in an unflattering expression as she eyed me suspiciously over the pick-up counter at Bikini Beans.
I shook my head, not in the least bit apologetic, but trying to feign it anyway.
“I’m telling you, he hasn’t said anything.” I shrugged one shoulder slightly, rubbing at the already clean section before me.
“He’s your roommate!” Mrs. Fairchild stabbed a gnarled, arthritic finger at me. “You’re telling me he hasn’t brought any of those girls home?”
Mrs. Anderson and I shook our heads at the same time. “No, Dorothy, I would have noticed them coming by if he did. Wilma says she hasn’t seen anyone over at Cindy-Anne’s, either. You know Alice is as blind as a bat, so we can’t trust anything she says, but she claims that Savannah hasn’t brought anyone home in a while.” Mrs. Anderson pursed her lips, stirring a wooden stick through her afternoon tea.
Mrs. Fairchild let out a huff while I made a mental note to makesure all the blinds facing Mrs. Anderson’s house were closed.
The Stitches Club were hell bent on figuring out who Derek was shacking up with after the Fourth of July, but only two had shown up for reconnaissance today. The hickeys on Derek’s neck had made more than just a stir in the community. The popular consensus was it must be a paralegal in the firm, considering he was only ever at work, with me, or at home. But, there was a small faction that believed it was some random in town. It had collectively been decided that the most likely culprits were either Cindy-Anne, his blonde paralegal whose fun fact was she only drank wine from Fredericksburg, or Savannah, the brunette accountant for our local feed store that most everyone agreed would’ve been a model had she ever left Westwend.
“Those big city boys are just trouble.” Mrs. Anderson tutted after a moment of eyeing me when I still didn’t give them anything.
“What do you mean?” I asked politely after the pointed look and hanging silence indicated this inquiry wasn’t over yet.
“They show up here, get all the girls excited, mess around, and then run off. You hide and watch! He’s going to break some poor girl’s heart.” Mrs. Anderson exclaimed, nodding to herself like she’d seen it a hundred times.
“Oh, Eloise, you old bat.” Mrs. Fairchild chided, waving her stirring stick at her friend. “You always assume the worst. I bet he’s fallen head over heels!”
I sat there with my head in my hand as they bickered back and forth over if Derek had fallen madly in love with his paralegal or if he was just using her for sex.
There was something thrilling about knowing that the entire rumor mill was completely wrong, but also nauseating in recognizing how flipped on its head this town would be at the truth. Part of me wanted to scream from the top of Town Hall that Derek Hammond had picked me, Colton Shaffer—a manwith a dick. Not the semi-plastic paralegal or the quirky accountant for Randy’s Feed’n’More.Me.
But, I wasn’t going to. Not only would I never out Derek, but I wasn’t truly ready for our blissful bubble to pop. Once the town knew, that was it. Before the end of the day, my parents would’ve been told ten different times, and what a fun conversation that would be with my father.
Don’t mind me, just boinking your new lawyer. He’s been loving getting acquainted with his prostate, by the way.
While I’d been hopeful that Derek had been honest about his interest in ass play, I hadn’t been planning to hold my breath. Things were said in the heat of the moment and I didn’t want him to feel like he would be pressured into doing something if he changed his mind. But, I was quickly coming to realize I needed to trust Derek meant what he said. It hadn’t been long after going to the barbecue joint that he’d come to me, his cheeks ruddy, wearing nothing but a pair of entirely too sexy boxer briefs that hugged his dick just right. He casually dropped that he’d learned how to properly clean himself and was hoping to learn more about a particular hole of his. And learn he did.
He’d found out that he loved having it pressed on, tapped, and rubbed. How important lube was for all the activities with ass play. He’d learned how to bear down, that one finger felt amazing, but two was an adjustment and required a lot of patience to get used to. But, most of all, I taught him the full wonders of his prostate and how it could make him a drooling, begging mess with just a few taps and strokes. Since then, any time things got even remotely sexual between us, Derek practically begged for me to play with his hole. I felt like I was living on cloud nine. Derek Hammond begging to have his asshole fingered? If it wasn’t for the monotony of everyday living and the insanity of some tourists here lately, I would’ve worried I’d died and gone to heaven.
“What about you?” Mrs. Fairchild’s voice brought meback from my reminiscing, both of the older women’s eyes trained on my face.
“What about me?” I asked, hunching over a little to hide the semi I’d gotten from picturing Derek’s ass.
“Any special ladies we should know about? You must be thinking about settling down soon, given your age.” Mrs. Fairchild prompted, her blue eyes shining.
I shook my head, sending a small apologetic smile. “Nope.”
Both Mrs. Fairchild and Mrs. Anderson meant well, but they’d been in the category that would rather pretend my coming out never happened. They were set in their ways, and I would rather save my breath than have to constantly correct them.
Mrs. Anderson clicked her tongue, pushing away from the counter. The inquisition was over for today.
“You girls take care!” I called as they shuffled their way out the door.
“I’m surprised they’re still so interested in him.” Mitchel slid over to my side, replacing some coffee mugs he’d cleaned. “He’s been here for almost two months now; they weren’t this ravenous over me.”
I shot Mitchel a shrug and a smile. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that with his white blond hair, angelic features, and soft demeanor he wasn’t exactly the type women out here went for.
