For You(79)
That was it. If he had any control, it was gone when she said his name. He fucked her as hard as he’d sucked her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his back, one hand sliding up and into his hair, those fucking necklaces clinking, a little gasp coming every time he drove in deep.
He wrapped one arm around her head to hold her still so he could go deeper, put his other hand between them and found her again with his finger.
“No, too much,” she whispered, her hips rearing.
“Fuck that, baby, you’re coming with me.”
“Alec, I’ve already –”
“Come with me, Feb,” he coaxed, “hurry baby.”
Her breath caught, her hips moved with his and she let go.
“Too much,” she whispered again, but she meant something different this time.
“That’s it, honey, you’re findin’ it.”
“Oh my God, Alec.” Shock stark in her voice, shock mixed with hunger. She’d never had this before. “It’s happening again. I’m gonna –”
She convulsed around his cock and it felt so fucking great he nearly forgot everything just feeling it. But he had the presence of mind to slam his mouth down on hers to capture the moans, doing so sending him over the edge and his world exploded.
When he came down he felt her clutching his cock inside her, the sweet ripple of it just as beautiful as her long legs still locked tight around him, her arms holding him, her fingers now sifting through his hair like she was memorizing the feel.
His fingers slid deeper between them and she made a low noise in his ear as they went. He was gliding, gently now, in and out of her. He slid his fingers around the root of his cock then against her, feeling her wetness, their connection, liking it, actually fucking loving it, before he pulled his hand away.
His face was in her neck, he moved and kissed the hinge of her jaw then moved again and he touched his lips to hers.
He looked at the angles of her shadowed face in the dark.
She kept him locked in her arms and legs.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Mm hmm,” she answered, her hand smoothing through his hair and around, her fingertips gliding across his jaw. “I’m sorry I called you Alec.”
Colt gave a short laugh, pulled out and rolled, his arms going around her, bringing her with him. The covers were mussed from her being in bed, he moved his body and Feb’s until he had the covers out from under and pulled them over, settling on his back, tucking her into his side.
She rested her head on his shoulder and her arm around his stomach.
“Don’t be.”
“What?”
“Don’t be sorry you called me Alec.”
“You don’t like it.”
“I’m findin’ I don’t mind.”
He felt her muscles tighten and she said slowly, “Things have changed.”
Damn straight they had.
His arm, wrapped around her waist, hand at the small of her back, dipped down so her ass was in his hand and he squeezed.
“You’re Colt now,” she whispered.
“Feb –”
“And um…” she started hurriedly, in a rush to get it out because he knew, if she didn’t share now, she never would, “I like Colt.”
Colt closed his eyes tight.
When he opened them and stared blindly into the dark, he said, “Make you a deal, honey.”
“What’s that?”
“You can call me Colt but, when I’m fuckin’ you, you call me Alec.”
He heard and felt her draw in breath. She held it a long time. Then she let it go and her body relaxed against his.
“In fact, any time you’re in this bed, baby, you can call me Alec. I’m fuckin’ you or not.”
She settled deeper into him, murmuring, “Don’t be an asshole…” she paused then finished, “Alec.”
He laughed and her arm tightened around his stomach.
“Go to sleep, baby,” he urged.
“Okay.”
He listened to her breathe and he felt Wilson, who had wisely kept away for the last twenty minutes, jumped on the bed and settled. Colt felt the cat’s weight against his foot, the one that Feb’s feet were tangled with.
Wilson started purring.
February, surprisingly for an insomniac, became a dead weight against his side within minutes.
And Colt thought it had been a fuckuva long time, waiting for Feb to let him back in but he decided it was well worth the wait because being in Feb was fucking spectacular.
Chapter Seven
Amy
I woke up in the same position I fell asleep, Colt’s hand though, was no longer on my ass but resting heavy on my hip. Wilson was at our feet.
I knew that day it would be time to share. Not with Colt, with Jessie, Meems or Delilah.