Forever Love: A Novella Collection, page 30
"Start making circles on your clit," he rasps.
My hand is a little shaky as I reach between us to do it. All of his work has left me slippery and desperate for release, which means I'm more focused on that than the impending pain.
"Elena," he groans as he sinks deeper. "Fuck, Leni."
I move my fingers faster, clenching around him as he moves his hands to my waist. "Now," he growls.
When he surges forward, I lose my breath for a second or two before I gasp for air. Keeping one hand on my hip, he slides the other between us and takes over rubbing my clit. With my hands free, I grip his back and hold on as he starts rocking in and out. The feeling of him so deep and so full inside of me is like nothing I ever could have anticipated.
Soon the bed is rocking beneath us as he picks up speed, his fingers and his cock working together to make me insane. "Colin," I gasp as he pumps deeper and harder. "Oh, fuuuck," I whimper. "Like that. Right thereeeeee!"
The way it feels to come with him inside of me is indescribably good, but it gets even better when he yells my name and finds his release. The heat of his cum is so intense that it makes my orgasm stronger.
"Fucking so good," he groans as he jerks inside of me.
When it's over, he stays inside me for another minute or two, kissing along my neck and murmuring about how much he loves me before pulling out. The feeling of losing him is not my favorite. Lying down at my side he pulls me into his arms and kisses me softly.
"That was the best I've ever felt," he says. "Fucking loved coming inside you, Leni. Know I'm putting it all out there, but I have to tell you, I can't wait to fill you up when you aren't on birth control."
My eyes widen in surprise. "You want to have a baby?"
"Yeah," he answers with a grin. "About four seconds after you graduate I'm going to start begging you to let me knock you up. Fuck," he laughs. "Even thinking of you pregnant is making me hard again."
My smile has to be big enough to be visible from space. "Kids," I murmur.
"The whole nine yards, baby. We're going all the way."
Yes. Yes, we are.
9
Elena-Now
I get three steps inside the front door before I hear an exaggerated cough. Looking toward the couch, I'm not surprised to find Miles lounging on it.
"Lucy, you've got some ‘splainin to do."
"Um, what do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb. My antenna went up the second I got the text from you at ten last night letting me know you were spending the night at the house. That you're prancing in here just after dawn wearing a hoodie that's for someone much, much taller than you—someone with a penis I'm guessing—is a dead giveaway."
So much for sneaking in and avoiding this conversation until later after I've loaded up on coffee. Colin and I were up off and on all night, touching, talking… and making love two more times. I've never been happier but I'm exhausted, and I admit that I'm anxious about having this conversation with Miles. If he's mad about my misleading him for so long, I don't know what I'll do. Letting out a long sigh, I brace for the coming inquisition.
"Well—"
"And what stands out for me about this deviation from your normal pattern of behavior," he continues, completely ignoring my attempt to speak, "is that Colin's home. Well, that and the fact that the hoodie you're wearing is from his previous university. Anything you want to say about that?"
The jig. Is. Up. Without hesitating another second, I haul ass across the room and plop down on the couch next to Miles.
"Don't be mad," I say pleadingly.
He shakes his head, tosses an arm over my shoulders and kicks his feet up on the coffee table. "I'm not mad, I'm relieved. You have any idea how many times over the years I've tried to get you to admit you were crushin' on Findlay? Probably hundreds. I'll give you credit—you played it so cool that I started to doubt what I'd been able to see with my own eyes. Doubted it so much that I was half convinced you were secretly in love with me and just couldn't say it. Talk about a fuckin' nightmare, E. I love you to death, but I couldn't lay pipe in you."
I shudder and make a gagging noise as I slap my hand down on his leg. "Love you sooo much it's borderline ridiculous— but if your p ever even tried to come near my v, I'd die. Incest is not best. I don't even care that technically we're not related—you're the only brother I'll ever have. And also the only one I'll ever want, too," I throw in for good measure.
He throws his head back and laughs. "Kiss ass. I'll forgive you on one condition."
I'm no fool. His conditions are always crap, and I know it. "How much is it going to cost me?" I ask suspiciously.
"It's free. My laundry hampers are overflowing, and they've got your name all over them."
I love Miles, but my God is it annoying how much he hates doing his wash. He's got four giant hampers in his closet—the fact that he's saying they're overflowing means there's like six hampers worth of laundry. Total pain in the ass but if it gets him to forgive me for being a tool, I'll drag it to the house now that I have a laundry room and have it all finished in less than two hours.
"Just confirming— once I do the laundry you'll forgive me for being a dummy?"
"If that laundry is clean, folded and put away, I'll write the whole thing off. But from now on, no more secrets. Ever."
"None," I vow.
Miles holds out his free hand, pinky extended. Lifting my right hand, I chuckle as we pinky swear.
"Now I'm going to put it to the test," he announces. "You still a virgin?"
My face feels hotter than a bottle of fresh hot sauce. "Nope."
"Heh." He laughs. "Guess I’m going to have to start calling you teacher fucker."
"Hey! He's not a teacher."
"Semantics," he retorts. "He's off limits as hell, and if you get caught, he's losing his job."
"You're wrong about that."
"How?"
I spend the next ten minutes filling him in on everything that's gone down, pinching myself from time-to-time as I realize that this is all happening.
* * *
Elena
Six Weeks Later
"Baby, did you move my lucky hat? I put it here on the counter before I left for work this morning. I need it for game day tomorrow, but now it's gone."
I chuckle as I peek my head out our bedroom door to yell down to the kitchen. "It's up here. Come get it."
Hearing his footsteps on the stairs, I race across the room and jump up onto our bed, positioning myself, so I'm sitting right at the edge facing the door. Naked—save for the hat on my head.
"Trying to steal my—"
His words fade away when he sees me. I giggle when his giant smile morphs into a predatory look. "Fucking look at you," he growls as he crosses the room to me.
I hold out my hand, halting his movements. "Get naked and wait for further instruction, Coach."
"You taking charge today?"
I grin and wiggle my brows. "I so am."
He groans before he quickly divests himself of his shoes, socks, team shirt, black athletic pants and gray boxer briefs. As always, he takes my breath away. Naked Colin might be my very favorite thing in the world.
"What now?"
I crook my finger at him in a come-hither motion. When he reaches the bed, I motion for him to stop before I reach behind me and grab a pillow. Climbing off the bed I walk around to stand in front of him before I drop the pillow on the floor and get down on my knees. He watches me through hooded eyes, his expression reverential as he takes off the hat I'm wearing and tosses it over his shoulder.
"Seems like I'll be needing hair grip," he growls.
I lick my lips slowly as I stare into his eyes and slowly begin running my hands up his thighs. "Looks that way," I agree.
When I reach his upper thighs, I gently scratch my nails down a few inches before repeating the maneuver on the way back up. Just when I'm back where I started I lick my tongue over his swollen head to collect the pre-cum at the tip. His cock jerks against my tongue as a gravelly sound escapes his throat. His gaze is trained on my tongue as I trace circles over the tip. "Fuuuuck," he groans.
Opening my mouth I slide forward, taking in a few inches of his thick length. His hands thread through my hair as he swallows thickly. "Baby. God. Fuck."
Wrapping my left hand around the base of his shaft, I twist it up and around in time with the up and down motion of my head. With my right hand, I scratch my nails against his skin. The inside of his ankle, the sensitive spot just above his knee, the top of his inner thigh and then his pubic bone all make him crazy, as evidenced by the way his breath is coming in gasps and his fingers are tight in my hair.
"Oh God," he gasps as I take him deeper, sticking out my tongue and breathing through my nose so that he can hit the back of my throat. I start moving faster, watching as his eyes turn to liquid fire. Seeing how much he loves this gets me so, so wet. Needing to touch myself, I stop scratching at his skin and slide my hand between my thighs. I shiver as I rub my clit while he fucks my face, moaning as sensation races through my body.
"Stop! Stop," he growls as he pulls himself out of my mouth.
Lifting me up from the pillow he spins me so that I'm facing the bed. "Hold on," he orders.
I shiver as I grip the comforter. He wraps his left arm around my waist at the same time he rubs his cock against my opening. "So goddamn hot," he groans. "So fucking wet. I can't wait to feel this all over my dick."
"Colin," I gasp as he slowly surges forward.
"Love watching your tight little cunt taking my cock," he says in a gravelly voice. "Looks so fucking good wrapped around me, baby."
"Oh God," I cry as he pulls out and then slams back in, deep.
Settling his hands at my waist, he starts pushing and pulling me back and forth. The slap-slap-slap of skin on skin fills the room as he fucks me harder and faster.
Letting go of my right hip, he brings his hand between my legs and starts rubbing my clit. It's so good I can barely breathe. Arching my back, I scream out his name as I feel the first flutters of my orgasm starting. Knowing I'm there, he focuses on what he calls my sweet spot. "Colin," I moan. "I'm coming. Oh fuck, I'm coming!"
As my pussy clenches around him, I feel him jerking inside of me. "Baby, fuck," he yells.
The heat of his cum inside me makes me shiver and moan louder as my orgasm crashes through my body. He fucks like a goddamn machine when he comes, burying everything he has to give deep, deep inside of me. When it's over, he pulls out, turns me around and puts me up on the bed before he gets on next to me, takes me into his arms and starts kissing me.
After several minutes of making out, he raises his head and smiles down at me. "That was one hell of a welcome home, baby. Have I told you lately how much I fucking love you?"
I grin as I run my hands over his cheek scruff. "It's been at least an hour since the last time you said it."
He laughs as he drops another soft kiss on my lips.
"Love you, Leni."
Wrapping my arms around him, I snuggle his chest and smile. "Love you, too."
Epilogue
Elena- Five months later
"Sometimes I still find it hard to believe you moved out one day after school started and left me home alone," Miles sighs.
Looking across the island to where he's seated, I shrug and continue slicing the yellow squash, zucchini, and baby carrots I'm about to put into my vegetable steamer. When I finish cutting the last vegetable, I gesture toward him with the tip of knife and smirk.
"I moved out, but it’s hardly accurate to say I left you all alone considering you live out in the guest house Monday through Thursday nights," I point out. "You get all the home-cooked meals and reminders to study to keep you on track and then Friday through Sunday you get to act like a fool without me giving you the stink eye. It's perfect for both of us—me in particular since I no longer have to hear the ohhhhh, Milesssss chorus," I mimic in a breathy voice, “nine zillion times each week through your bedroom wall. The last five months have been phenomenal without that making my eardrums bleed at regular intervals,” I joke.
He rolls his eyes and waves away my complaint. "I see what you're saying, but I'll always be a little salty that you never confirmed he was your jam until five minutes before you announced you were moving out."
For the most part, he's joking, but he takes some pleasure in giving me shit for being a secret keeper. "First of all, I did eleven loads of laundry for you that afternoon. Second, I feel like this is why you're the yin to my yang," I say sweetly as I turn the steamer on. "You've always over shared, and I was too embarrassed to admit being in love with an older man I thought I had no chance with."
“Really?” My favorite voice laughs as he walks in the side door. “I think we both know it was me who never stood a chance, Little Bird.”
Colin and Miles greet each other by way of the traditional bro lifted chin gesture before my man makes his way directly to me like a heat-seeking missile.
“Missed you,” he says after kissing me stupid.
I smile as I rub my fingers over his sexy stubble. “It’s only been four hours since I saw you in your office,” I remind him.
His shit-eating grin makes me blush. Although we’ve never flaunted our relationship, we’ve made good use of his private office many, many times.
The sound of fake gagging from the counter makes us both laugh. “That’s my cue to leave,” Miles says. “Text me when dinner’s ready.”
After the door closes behind Miles, Colin pulls me in for a real kiss. We put the next half hour to good use up in our bedroom, just the way I like it.
* * *
Colin -Two Years Later
“Look, Gracie—Daddy’s home!”
I will never, ever tire of hearing my wife's voice or the sound of our eleven-month-old daughter calling out, "Da-dee, da-dee," happily as she sees me come around the corner into the living room. Gracie is sitting on Elena's lap, smiling and waving to welcome me home from work. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I slide my finger across the screen and pull up the camera. I take a few pictures— by this I mean somewhere in the neighborhood of ten, which is par for the course anytime I start taking photos, which is often. There's no possible way I can ever take enough pictures of these beauties.
Setting the phone on the end table, I crouch down in front of Elena and open my arms, laughing as Gracie throws herself into them. My daughter is so much like her mother; fearless in the way she takes every leap always knowing someone will catch her before she can hit the ground. I've had to let go of giving her Uncle Miles shit for tossing her around the air because it makes her too happy for me to be a dick about. It's not like he doesn't have a stellar track record of keeping my girls from being hurt.
When I married Elena two days after her college graduation, I never imagined I could love her more than I did right then. I was wrong. Having Gracie—a part of both of us—has only brought us closer together. After accepting and returning a dozen sloppy baby kisses, I lean forward and kiss Elena's growing belly before arching my neck up to kiss her. The slide of her tongue against mine is the perfect welcome home. Any motherfucker who tells you that they don't find their wife sexy as fuck during pregnancy is a douchebag. Elena is always gorgeous—always—but Christ is it hot watching her body go through the stages of pregnancy. It's absolutely the reason behind her being six months pregnant when Gracie isn't a year old yet. If I have my way, Elena will be knocked up again sometime next year—and then one more for good measure a year or so after that. We're both only children, but we both agree that we want our own family to be bigger than that.
Our kiss comes to an end when our daughter's tiny baby fingers poke at our faces. We break apart laughing and Gracie giggles along with us as I stand and then sit down next to Leni. With our daughter comfortably settled on my lap, I turn to face my wife.
“How’s Connor doing?” I ask as I run my free hand over her belly.
The feel of our son kicking from inside her stomach never gets old. I was mesmerized by it the entire time Grace was in there, and that is equally true with Connor.
“Any thought we had about him being like Pop since he’s named after him is quickly fading away,” she jokes as she sets her hand down over mine. The sparkle of her engagement and wedding rings a visual reminder of some of the happiest days of my life. “This kid is a kicker—just like his dad. I won’t be surprised if he’s born wearing a team jersey.”
I can’t help my laugh. “Like father, like son. Guess that means we’re in for it.”
Leni smiles as she leans into me and sets her head on my shoulder. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Neither would I. Our home is filled with love and through our children, the legacy of my grandparents and the love they had for me and, more importantly, for this beautiful and amazing woman that I am so fucking lucky to call mine, lives on.
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