“I think I’m going to get a fire going,” Colton states, gesturing with his chin toward the fireplace, which is visible from the open-plan kitchen. The living room is furnished with soft cream sofas and a large bean bag, which looks good enough to sleep in.
“That would be amazing.” He presses a kiss to my lips, the warmth of him cocooning me for a short moment before he leaves and heads out the back where I see a pile of wood covered in a tarp.
They really did think of everything.
The day was spent reading in front of the fire Colton has kept going since we arrived. And as the evening is slowly encroaching, he lifts his head to look at me.
My feet are resting on his lap, and the book I’m reading has lost its appeal when his gaze burns through mine. His hands grip my feet, gently massaging them, pressing every pressure point, earning himself moans of pleasure.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to have to take you right here on the sofa,” he taunts with mischief tilting his mouth. But he doesn’t stop rubbing the soles of my feet, and I can’t stop smiling because it feels far too good.
“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” I ask suddenly, causing him to still for a moment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Yes, once.” His voice is calm, but I can tell there’s more to the story than just what he’s said. I can tell it meant something more than just a once, and that’s it. I want to pry, but I wait for him to ponder on it for a while. “I was twenty-one. It feels like a long time ago, but in actual effect, it was only six years ago. I thought I was in love, figured it was the be-all and end-all, and I needed to make her mine,” he confesses, but the calmness is gone, and in its place is pain. I can’t see the emotion in his eyes because he’s not looking at me, but I can tell from the way his mouth curls into a scowl he’s saddened by whatever happened between them.
“And something happened that broke you apart?”
Colton nods, his focus on my feet instead of my face. “We just didn’t make it. She wanted more than I could give. She wanted the fame and fortune, the fancy cars and shiny jewelry. And even though I could afford that now, it’s not who I am.”
Getting to know Colton over these past weeks, I realize all my judgment about him when I first saw him was so wrong. And even then, the cockiness he exudes is so far from the real man underneath.
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” I soothe. “Well, not really because if it did, you wouldn’t be here.” I pull my feet away from his lap and move, so I’m straddling him. I twine my arms around his neck before leaning in to kiss him. His eyes shine, the color reminding me of an ocean, a restless pool of azure-colored water.
“Right now, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” Colton murmurs along my lips, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that curls my toes. His tongue dances along mine, the flavor of hot chocolate still present from our earlier drink.
Colton’s hands run down my sides, gripping my hips before sliding toward my butt. He grips the cheeks of my ass, squeezing hard before raining down one slap on either side.
“Either we have sex now and then make dinner, or we have sex for dinner,” he teases, before suddenly scooping me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and eliciting a squeal from me at the movement.
“How about we have sex until we’re hungry?” I suggest with a grin plastered on my face.
“Oh, darling, I’m hungry, just not for food.” His words ignite an inferno in my belly as he carries me to the bedroom, and I know we’re not having dinner until much, much later tonight.
23
Colton
I’m woken by pleasure, blazing through my body. Every inch of me is awake, and I mean, every fucking inch. My eyes shoot open, and I find Violet taunting me with her mouth. Last night, we enjoyed a few rounds of sex before our dinner of grilled steak and chips.
But right now, Violet’s mouth is devouring me, and my toes curl as my blood heats with the need to be inside her again.
“Jesus,” I exclaim when she slides her mouth down the shaft, taking me all the way into her throat. The woman can make even the most pious man sin with the way she sucks cock.
Violet teases me as she lifts her head, her lips wrapped tightly around the hard shaft before she flicks her tongue along the tip. Just the sight of her doing that makes my release close in on edge, and I’m near the precipice when she suddenly sits up.
“What are you doing?” My voice is tight, with barely there restraint when my girl laughs. The sound tinkling over me, making my cock jerk with need.
She doesn’t say a word. It’s her actions that make me fist the goddamned sheets. Slowly, Violet straddles me, her pussy sliding over the wetness of my erection as she rubs herself against me, which earns her a groan of deeply rooted pleasure. She teases me until I’m arching my back off the bed. Her control is intoxicating, but I can’t take it for much longer. I reach for her, gripping her hips to stop her movement.
“Get the fuck on my dick, or I’m going to pin you down and make you scream my name,” I demand, my eyes blazing with desire as I grab her stare with my own.
A coy smile tilts her lips. “Anything you want, Mr. King,” she murmurs in a low, husky tone that makes my spine tingle as euphoria zips from my neck down to the base. Violet lifts herself, taking me in hand, and I watch as she slides her slick pussy down until I’m fully seated inside her.
And then, with her walls pulsing around me, she rides me slow and steady until I’m biting down on my lower lip until I taste blood. She’s a seductive tease as she rolls her hips, her hands splayed on my chest as she takes her pleasure and gives so much more in return.
The torturous movement is taking far too long for my liking, and I grip her hips once more, holding her still, and then I slam my body up into hers. Her voluptuous tits bounce with every thrust, and her cries of pure pleasure bounce off the walls as I claim her body the same way I did last night.
My cock thickens inside her, causing her to gasp. She’s close; I can feel her fluttering around my erection. With one hand on her tit and the other at her pussy, I send her over the edge as I circle her clit with my thumb and taunt her hardened nipple between my two fingers.
I can’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to come,” I warn her, but she only nods, and I can’t stop my release from shattering me as I fill her pussy. Violet leans down her body over mine, her head on my chest. “I couldn’t stop.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” she murmurs. We did talk about safety, being tested, but I always wear a condom. This is the first time in my life I ever felt a woman bare.
“I just didn’t—”
“Shh, just enjoy the moment,” she comforts, and we lie there in sated bliss for a long while as the sun tries to peek through the silver clouds. Even though it’s cold outside, we’re warm indoors in each other’s arms.
After our weekend away, I was whisked to LA to meet producers about another show that’s been on their radar, which they want to talk to me about it. Thankfully, it’s not a reality show. I can’t deal with another one of those. Even though Brazen Bachelor is doing well and ratings are high, it’s been a couple of weeks, and it’s taking a toll on Violet and me.