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“What do you think you are doing?”
I jumped at the sudden sound, pressing a palm to my heat. “Dammit Colton, you scared me.” I muttered turning around to face him.
I almost stumbled back at the view, Colton stood there, proudly exhibiting his naked glory. I swallowed, hard, vivid images from yesterday’s night invading my mind.
The way he moans, screams, and gasps I muffled with a kiss. The way I took pleasure in his bliss. Head titled back and toes curled with joy, I felt a thrill run through me. I knew I wanted to do all of it, again and again, I was in deep trouble, oh boy!
Colton stalked towards me, his eyes barely leaving mine. “What are you wearing?”
I blinked at the question and looked down at my outfit. After a really long and tiring night, I thought sleep would come easy but I could hardly sleep, so I decided to search for my bags and I found them, stuffed inside the coat closet. I took a quick shower in the empty bathroom and then wore my blue minion shorts and sweatshirt. “Clothes.” I answered meekly.
By now Colton was towering over me, his breath fanning my face. His fingers pulled the end of the sweatshirt. “Why?” His head leaned down, his lips brushing over my earlobe. “Didn’t I say this weekend we were going to be naked?”
I pressed my lips, fighting back a moan. “Uh-huh.”
His fingers skimmed over my bare waist, his lips making their way to my cheek. “Then why are you not naked?”
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back. Why? Dammit, why wasn’t I?
Colton took a step back, his eyes darkening with a glint of lust. “Get naked.”
“Wh-what?” I sputtered out, my jaw hanging down.
He pointed to my outfit, leaning back against the table. “Take it off. Now.”
I looked around, we were in the kitchen, I was in the middle of making coffee and sandwiches. “Now? Here?” I barely managed to breathe out.
He titled his head, his eyes scanning my body. Even with the grey knit sweatshirt and blue minion shorts, I felt bare. “I am going to fuck you on the kitchen counter. Make you come until the only thing you remember is my name. So strip or I’ll have to do it for you.”
I licked my lips, feeling the now familiar wetness inside me. Feeling a burst of confidence. I said. “You do it for me.”
Colton looked surprised, his eyes searching for something, what, I don’t know but seeming content with whatever he found in my expression, he sauntered towards me again. “Gladly babe.”
I raised my arms as his fingers picked up the end of the sweatshirt, slowly pulling it over me. He stopped when it reached the wrists, I wriggled them slowly trying to get it out completely. But Colton’s grip on my waist and wrist stopped that.
I raised an eyebrow in question. “Do you trust me?”
His question floored me. “I love you.” I answered honestly, wondering why the sudden question.
He seemed gratified by my answer, his lips pressed against mine. The kiss was slow, affectionate, and yet intensifying. His lips left mine almost immediately, his nose brushing against mine. “I love you too babe.” He whispered against my lips.
I smiled back, taking advantage of our minimal distance, and lightly pecked his lips. Only when he backed away I realized he had tied my sweatshirt around my wrists. My eyes widened as his question finally made sense.
I turned to look at my bounded wrists behind my back. “Colton?” my heartbeat rose in fear, until yesterday I was a virgin, and today I had my hands tied in the damn kitchen. My inner sex demon was having a blast!
“Shh.” He whispered, his fingers laying across my hip bone and then trailing onto my stomach. Unconsciously I tucked my tummy in, taking a quick breath through my open lips.
He pulled my shorts down, raising an eyebrow when he saw I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I bit my lip, blushing furiously. “I figured you would tear it again.” I shrugged submissively, looking at the wooden tiles.
“You thought right.” Colton’s voice turned husky and I could clearly see how turned on he was, he was stark naked for God’s sake. He helped me get out of my shorts, kicking them away.
Taking a step back, he looked intensely at me. His eyes held so much admiration that all my insecurities, fear and hesitations faded away. All I could feel was love.
Loving is seeing the flaws, knowing the mood swings, appreciating the imperfections but most of all it’s about recognizing the filthy dark parts of the heart and still wanting to treasure it.
He was my miracle. He was my wishbone. He was my saviour.
Quite literally, actually.
Seeing the look of pure primal love in my eyes, Colton questioned. “What are you thinking about?”
“You. Always.”
Colton grinned, coming closer to me. “You are absolutely breathtaking, every part of you is perfect. And I want to spend eternity proving this to you.”
I couldn’t reply, my voice was lost. I simply closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting him have complete access to my neck.
“You moan, I start over.” Colton warned, his lips lingering over my collarbone.
I bit my lip, breathing through my mouth. This was going to be a pleasurable torture.
Colton’s teeth grazed the side of my neck, sucking on it and licking it. I knew that was going to leave a love bite and that just aroused me even more. He started a journey down the neck, kissing, pecking, sucking, licking and biting. By the time he reached my upper chest, I was squirming. It was almost impossible to moan out his name.
He could see my struggle, he smiled against my skin. The next second my nipple was in his mouth and I couldn’t hold back the profound groan of passion anymore.
His grin widened, with one last kiss on my breast. His lips went back to my neck whispering. “Told you not to make a sound.”
“Colton.” I breathed out, not caring if had to repeat this pleasurable journey.
After all only a fool would complain about starting over again and again. And again.
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“How was the weekend?” Simone greeted with a knowing smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as inappropriate thoughts invaded my mind. “It was good.” I muttered looking down at my coffee.
“You slut.” She teased, grinning like a maniac. “How many times? Was he good? Big? How big? Oral? 69? Doggie? Bed? Bathroom? Shower? Tell me bitch!!”
My blush just grew and I put my flaming face into my palms. “Just shut up Simone, I am not saying anything. But he’s good, more than good. And um-” I licked my lips, before looking at them shyly. “Too many times to count.”
Simone let out a hoot, elbowing Eva who was sitting next to her. “Look at our Racheal, all grown up. You naughty naughty girl.”
Eva just shook her head, but grinned at me, mouthing ‘Sex addict.’
I didn’t bother to tell her how right she was.
Ira who was beside me put her arm over my shoulder. “Come on guys, let’s not pester poor Racheal. She must be tired from all the sexxxxxxx she had.”
I shook her arm off my shoulder sending her a mock glare. “Look who’s talking. How are you and Drew?”
Ira shrugged, taking a bite of her chocolate snickers cupcake and letting out a moan. “Let’s just say this chocolate cupcake and him are equally good.”
Simone who was eating the same flavour of cupcake, wrinkled her nose and pushed her plate. “Well, there goes my craving to eat this.”
Ira grabbed the cupcake, “All mine it is then.”
Simone rolled her eyes, going to the counter to get another one. I raised my eyebrows at Eva. “What about you and Nathan?”
She sipped her coffee, nodding. “We good, I think. He’s acting all weird lately you know. Not replying to texts, lying about sudden calls, blinking repeatedly when asked a question, that sorta thing.”
Ira’s eyes furrowed as she titled her head. “You think he’s cheating on you?”
Eva almost flinched away. “No!” she shook her head. “He wouldn’t do that.” She repeated it again, almost to herself, trying to reassure self.
Ira and I looked at each other, I could see the anger and frustration in Ira’s eyes as she saw her twin sister in the middle of a relationship crisis. “I am gonna taser that SOB.” She mouthed to me.
I chuckled softly. “Go ahead.” I mouthed back.
The rest hour went by pretty much the same.
Silly giggles, cute photos, hilarious jokes, sarcastic comments, teasing remarks, loud laughter, big grins and extreme love. They were the rays to my sun, I couldn’t imagine sunlight without them. So fucking cheesy!
We stopped walking at the park gate. Simone pointed to the park while poking me, “In there is your Prince Charming. Sweet at day and naughty at night.” She stumbled on her feet, almost falling flat on her face.
I bit back a blush and smile. “You shouldn’t have had that much sugar Simone, you know you get sugar rush.”
She rolled her eyes, snorting unpleasantly. “I am filled with sugar either way. My body just can’t handle any more sweetness, ya know?” she winked at us, holding on Ira’s arm for support.
I sent her an amused smile. “Go home Sim.”
She pouted like a 5 year old. “Yes, mother.”
Ira pulled at Simone’s arm, “Come on miss Sugar rush, let’s get you home safely.”
“Aww, you are the best, Iri!” Simone gleefully explained, pulling her into a quick hug and then planting a swift kiss on her cheeks.
Ira let out a short chuckle slowly pulling away. “Home Simone, home.”
She nodded begrudgingly before turning around and hugging the life out of me. “I love you too Rach bear.” She then backed away, smiling like an idiot, and placed a wet sloppy kiss on my cheek.
I shook my head at her idiocy. “I love you too Sim Sim and please go home.”
“Okay.” Simone grinned.
Eva cleared her throat with her arms crossed, a fake hurt and angry look on her face.
“Opps.” Simone apologized and then promptly hugged Eva and placed two big kisses on both her cheeks.
Eva let out a laugh. “You seem drunk Sim, let’s go now before you start kissing random strangers as well.”
With a quick wave and goodbye to them, I entered the park, looking around for any sign of Colton.
I frowned when I couldn’t see him anywhere, the benches, the trees, near the swings, nowhere. Due to the afternoon timing, there were few people in here so it would have been easy to spot Colton but all I could see were a few children playing and more than a few couples behind the bushes.
Control with the PDA. Jeez nobody wants to see you play tongue tango.
Pulling out my phone I typed in his number. “Where are you?” I hissed, still turning and looking around.
“In the park.” He replied, “You.”
“China.” I muttered under my breath. “In the park as well.” The next sentence was of course clear.
There was some shuffling, a grunt, and then. “Oh yeah, I see you. Turn.”
I turned and there he was behind a big tree, waving his arm like a madman. I bit my smile, shaking my head, and cut the call.
As I walked towards him, he tilted his head, his eyes scanning my outfit.
I was actually wearing a baggy shirt dress with a fishnet bodysuit inside and my favorite black ankle length boots.
“You look sexy.” He grinned, tugging at the loose dress.
I pulled it away, raising my eyebrows. “In this?”
“Yeah, reminds me how you look in my clothes.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. “So damn good that I want to rip it off.”
I blushed looking down. “Well if you are a good boy, maybe you can.”
He backed a bit but still close enough. “Good boy? You want to me fetch a ball?”
I couldn’t hold in the laugh. “Yes Conny, go fetch.” I mocked in a high-pitched voice, imitating the action of throwing a ball.
“Funny.” Colton rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand in his and jerking me behind him. I stared at your intertwined hands and let the smile dance over my face and his warmth flow into my body.
I stopped after two steps, right behind the big apple tree. I stepped to the side to see clearly. “Picnic?” I questioned, looking at the spread blanket and a plastic food container beside it.
Colton bent down, sitting on the blanket. “Sorta but without basket or sandwiches.”
“Well was is in it then?” I went around Colton to sit in front of him but since he was still holding my hand, he pulled it hard, making me stumble and fall right into his lap.
I huffed in annoyance, pushing the hair away from my face and mouth. “What the hell Hastings?’
“Sit on my lap Smith.” He demanded, picking me up by the waist, and shifting so that my butt was on his right thigh and my legs over his left. My back against the bark of the tree.
I blew a frustrated breath, knowing it was stupid to fight this. So instead I settled into a more comfortable position. And as much as I hated to admit it, this actually felt good.
“You like it.” Colton mocked, grinning with cockiness.
I rolled my eyes, “Open the box Colton.”
“As you wish babe.” He teased, leaning over and pulling it closer, uncorking it. I stooped closer, peering inside. “MacDonald’s?”
Colton actually blushed, a faint shade of red covering his cheeks that made me want to ‘aww’ and pull his cheeks. Feeling pretty certain he wouldn’t like that I controlled my urge.
“Yeah um I would have made but well I didn’t have much time and I know how much you love fries and brownies.”
I smiled cheekily. “Yeah, I prefer fries over guys.”
Colton rolled his eyes, pecking my cheek. “I am not some random guy, I am your boyfriend.”
I leaned away in shock, we hadn’t really discussed this. 3 months were long over but this was still a touchy subject so for him to so openly use the ‘b’ word came as a complete surprise. “You are?” I sputtered out.
Colton looked confused at my reaction. “I am not?”
I opened my mouth and closed it again. What the hell do I answer to that?
I hadn’t realized I was playing with my fingers until his hands disengaged them, wrapping mine in his. “Hey.” He said softly and I tilted my head to face him.
His blue-grey eyes twinkled with some determination, a little bit of hesitation, and a lot of affection. “I took a bullet for you. I fought with my father to not press charges against you. I took to the lake house where no one other than my family’s been. What do you make of that?”
I bit my lip, mentally smacking myself for asking that question. I should have known, nothing with us is ever in the right manner. We went through things most at our age don’t go through and we stuck together.
We fake dated, attended a high-class socialite party, went to court proceedings, found bags of drugs inside a teddy bear, dug up an empty coffin, found a dead man alive, saw dead bodies, fought with gangsters, went to a funeral, and had so much sex that I could write a book on just that. Did we really need a name for this relationship that we have?
I took a deep breath, smiling at him and kissing the corner of his mouth. “That I love you and you love me and what we have is something very very special to be given a name.”
Seemingly pleased with my answer, he titled his head making our lips meet. He kissed me slowly, tasting me, memorizing me, loving me. It was one of the few short and soft kisses we had had but it was one of the best because the passion was more, primal and yet carnal.
He leaned back with a smug smirk. I hadn’t realized his one hand had slipped under my dress, on my inner thigh so close to my spot he knew so well, until his fingers danced over my skin, skimming over the fishnet patterns, creating friction and making my breath quicken.
Before I could slap his arm away, he cupped my sex making me gasp and I instinctively closed my eyes at the sensation. I was a putty in his hands and he knew it, he loved it.
He slowly bit my earlobe making me bite my lower lip to stop my moan, we were in a public place for God’s sake! There were children around, I didn’t want them to get therapy because Colton couldn’t keep his hands off me.
“And if you think that someone else will ever get to enter this bewitched place, well think again. It’s mine babe, all mine. Your moans, your screams, your lips, your fingers, your skin, your pussy, it’s all mine and you must know by now, I don’t share.”
I forgot to breathe. Literally.
“Breathe.” Colton had to whisper and his hand left my skin as fast as it had touched.
“Let’s eat.” He proposed innocently, faking oblivious to the reaction he got from me.
I took a much-needed gasp of air, ‘think of puppies, dead puppies, sweet dead puppies’ I mentally commanded myself, and just like that, I went from horny to unhappy.
After eating the delicious burger, fries, and Nutella cupcake, which he got fresh from a nearby bakery, my stomach was ready to burst.
I relaxed under the shade of the tree, my back on the grass and my palms flat against my stomach. “Ugh, I feel fat.”
I expected Colton to look at me and then say something along the lines of ‘No babe, you are beautiful.’ Or even ‘Yes but you still look so good.’ What I didn’t expect was him patting my tummy. “Yeah, I can feel the fat.”
I slapped his hand off, a bit peeved. “Seriously?”
He chuckled lightly, not sparing me a glance. “It doesn’t matter to me babe, the fatter you be, the more of you I get to kiss.” He turned his head to me and winked. “In fact, that’s what the cupcakes and chocolates are for.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that so I just smiled, blushed a nice deep shade of red, and started back at the beautiful evening sky.
Don’t you know it yet? The sky looks better when there’s someone with you, looking at it too.
I almost jumped up in shock when I saw a familiar figure walking along the jogging path opposite to us. “Is that Adrian?” my eyes then furrowed on the blond guy with him and then further down to their hands, held together, much like mine and Colton’s were now.
Colton cussed and rubbed his forehead, glaring at an oblivious Adrian. “Yeah, I told him not to come to this park today.”
I blinked and turned my head in shock, my words coming out in short stutters. “He-he-e is g-g-gay?”
Colton shrugged, a guilty look on his face. “Yeah, but he didn’t want anyone else to know.”
I shook my head, trying to get over the sudden shock. “Bu-But Nicki?”
“She knows, they broke up a few months back. They are now friends, trying to best friends again.”
“Oh. And Simone?”
Colton frowned now, “What about her?”
“I thought-” I started then paused, what had I even thought? Simone and Adrian? No way, they are way too different and clearly prefer the same type of human species. “-nothing.”
“So since when have they – um – been together?” I asked, looking at the two guys, talking about something with a small smile on their faces.
“Just a month or so. Racheal-” Colton’s serious tone made me look back at him. “Are you not okay about this?”
“What!” I exclaimed in disbelief. “No! What gave you that idea? I have always wanted a gay best friend.”
Colton shrugged. “His parents weren’t okay that’s why he doesn’t want to tell it to anyone. He’s scared that they’ll frown at him, which is why they come in this park, he’s trying to get confident about the choices he is making.”
I nodded in understanding. Despite what year and century, being gay will always be frowned upon by at least one person. “Who’s the guy?”
“That’s Danish, they have actually been friends for five years now and neighbours for six.”
“Wow.” I whistled silently. “Why isn’t he in your group?”
“Different school.” Colton answered, “Plus he’s a year older than us.”
“So college?”
College was a touchy subject for us. We would be graduating soon and we had no freaking clue where we would go and if we could have a future.
“Yes.” The response was simple, predicated. It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it and I wasn’t sure if I had the courage to start the talk about it.
So we just stared at them – Adrian and Danish, as I tried to forget the future college talk. “Should we call them here?” I winced when an old lady passed them and Adrian let go Danish’s hand, looking down in shame. The pain and hurt were so clear in Danish’s face, it made my heartache.
“Nope. This is their fight, Danish does love him, Adrian just needs acceptance and some love from his parents.” Colton grabbed me by the arm and roughly pulled me over him, promptly blocking me from seeing anything else but his face – gorgeously sculpted face.
“Meanwhile we can-” Colton kissed the tip of my nose. “-show them what a couple does.”
I couldn’t help the smile that danced on my face. “Oh yeah? And what does a couple do?”
Colton leaned closer, brushing his lips against my ears. “Tickle!” and then his fingers were on my waist and stomach, ticking me, make me laugh and giggle as I tried to slap his hands off my body.
Temporarily forgetting about all the problems.
The truth is, no matter how much we try, nothing can be perfect. What does matter is that we tried. We gave it our best and when we look back, we can proudly say, ‘Hell yeah, at least I tried.’
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