Phoenix (The Colton Cousins Book 1)

by Rebecca Rennick

  Fuck, this is such a goddamn turn-on. My dick is straining against the mattress, and I dry hump the mattress like a horny teen. Soon. I tell myself. Soon I’ll be able to feel her taut hot pussy tightening around my dick. Just be patient.

  Kissing her clit once more, I take it a step further. Sucking on it through her dampening panties. The sound that comes from Clover is music to my fucking ears. Jesus, I need this girl. When is she going to wake up already so I can fuck her properly? Apparently, I need to step up my game to wake her up.

  Hooking my finger in the band of her panties, I pull it down far enough to expose her ginger landing strip and top of her pussy to me. Fucking perfection. My tongue juts out, moistening my lips in anticipation of her taste. This will most definitely wake her up. Starting at her clit, I run my tongue down her folds, flattening it out against her wet heat, then returning to her clit to suck on it greedily.

  Her hands dig into my hair, and she lets out a carnal groan of approval. Looking up, I spot her, back arched, exquisitely thrusting her tits out. Her eyes fly open at the pleasure I’m causing her. For a moment, she’s lost in it, the ecstasy rolling through her every nerve. After that blissful moment, awareness smacks her into focus, and her eyes find the cause of her pleasure. Me between her thighs, tonsil deep in her glorious pussy. She’s rightly surprised to see me there and jumps up, pulling her delicious pussy out of my mouth.

  “Nix. What are you doing here?” She’s panting from the arousal I caused, but confused at my presence. You better get used to this, sweet cheeks, because I plan on waking you up this way every day. Every day? Do I really want to sleep next to her every night and wake up to that beautiful pussy and chipmunk cheeks every morning? Yes, yes, I fucking do.

  “We didn’t get to finish what we started in the pantry last night. So, I’m here to collect on that promise now,” I say wickedly, stalking her on all fours like a predator. Forcing myself over her once again. She’d only backed up to the headboard, so she can’t escape me. I trap her in with my arms and make my way back between her legs where I belong.

  “What about Raven and the others?” She breathes sharply as she pants out the words.

  “They already left,” I interrupt her before she can continue her protest, using my sister as her escape.

  “Oh. What about Beau?”

  “He’s in his room, still asleep,” I say into her mouth, trying to get her to stop talking and kiss me.

  “Are you sure you should be here? What if he comes in and finds us together?”

  “What if he does? Do you really not want me here that badly, sweet cheeks?” I taunt her, only partially hurt that she’s trying to get me out of her bed.

  “Well, I—um,” She stutters. She’s flustered—turning pink, and it couldn’t be more adorable. But is her resistance because she doesn’t want me or because she doesn’t want anyone to know we’ve been together? Is she ashamed of me?

  “I thought you wanted me?” Making my confusion and hurt evident in my tone, I hold my seducing eyes on her. She catches it and looks me straight on.

  “Of course, I want you, Nix. I just don’t know what’s happening between us. I’m so confused. You’re never with the same woman twice, and I don’t understand.” Her honesty takes me by surprise, but it also soothes the ache growing in my chest.

  “I don’t know what this is either, sweet cheeks. All I know is I fucking want you. And I can’t stop myself from having you now that I’ve had a taste.” Wrapping my hand around her nape, I bring her lips to mine and feel her sigh against me. “Will you let me have you, Clover? Will you let me fuck you?” My words are wanting and longing for her. They are not harsh, but I’m growing desperate for the feel of her wrapped around my cock. Speaking of which, it twitches with anticipation of being pressed so close to her wet center.

  “Yes.” Her answer comes out on a soft moan against my lips.

  Closing the distance between our mouths, I press into her. Stealing the breath from her lungs. Not giving her any opportunity to stop me, I yank her down by the hips, laying her beneath me. Laying my weight on top of her, pressing every inch of my body into hers. Hers small and soft arching to reach my large hard body. Fitting perfectly against me. Feeling her there fitting so perfectly, a rush of heat and what feels like swarming birds rushes through my chest, and I press a soft kiss to her lips.

  “Remove your panties,” I command as I sit back and kneel between her legs. She does as I say and tosses the white cotton onto the floor. “Sit up.” She complies. Her eyes fixed on mine. Her features are soft and expectant. “Arms up.” Again, she does as I say. I like this quiet, obedient Clover almost as much as I like the mouthy fiery one. Slipping my hands under the hem of her shirt, I skim my fingers along her bare sides, pulling the shirt off over her head. Feeling every goosebump my touch creates on her flesh.

  The entire time she’s peeking up at me from under those thick lashes. The long red locks of her hair cascading down around her shoulders, grazing the hard peaks of her nipples. I need to suck them, bite them, and mark her as mine.

  Wrapping my arm around her petite waist, I hold her to me as I flip our positions. Placing her straddling right on top of my lap and fully erect cock with her wetness dampening my pants. This position is much better for sucking on those pretty pink tips. I prop myself up against her headboard, so we’re chest to chest, almost eye level with one another.

  Latching my mouth around one of her perfect nipples, I suck gently, then firmer. Clover lets out an appreciative hiss digging her hands into my hair pressing her tits farther into my mouth. Sucking hard enough to mark her, I release the nipple with a wet pop. Turning my attention to the other. This time nibbling it with my teeth and flicking it with my tongue before softly sucking it between my lips.

  Her hips grind down into mine, pressing herself flush against me, generating the friction she’s craving. My hands cup her beautiful ass cheeks, helping the movement, feeding my own lust.

  “Jesus Christ, Clover. Your tits are fucking perfect. I could suck on them all day. But I also want to slip my hard cock in between them while you suck on the tip.” Her responding grind into me tells me she likes that idea as much as I do.

  “You like the sound of that, don’t you, dirty girl?” I grin at her in my arms. Her cheeks flush with heat and desire. She only bites her lower lip and nods once.

  “Fuck,” I growl in her neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh behind her ear. The constant rhythm of her hips is driving me fucking crazy—her heavy breathing growing louder with each rub.

  “Nix. Please, I need you,” She begs in my ear, sending chills across my body at her utter desperation.

  “Lift up,” I say, swatting her ass gently, signaling her to lift her ass off me so I can remove my pants. Grabbing the condom from my pocket, they slide down my hips to my ankles where they stay. I’m too distracted to kick them off. Since she was so good at putting it on last time, I tear the package open with my teeth and hold it to her to continue.

  Taking the condom from the package, she brings it between us. Holding my straining cock with one hand and the condom in the other, she’s rolling it down my length. I can’t help but stare at her breasts that she is pressing together, and I can picture my dick sliding between those soft full mounds. My throbbing cock is aching now, all this foreplay leaving me with an erection as hard as a steel pipe.

  Luckily, Clover is eager to let me slide inside her. Positioning her wet entrance in line with my cock. I keep my hands on her ass, guiding her down as I slide home.

  “Holy fuck.” She whimpers as I sink deeper inside her. Her eyes practically rolling back into her head.

  “Shit, you’re so tight and wet, sweet cheeks,” I groan into her hair, my face buried in her neck. Her beautiful auburn hair falling around us. Her body quivers around me as she sits all the way down to the hilt. Reaching up, I twist my hand around her hair, yanking back to expose her throat to me. I suck gently on it as she begins to move over me.


  Her eyes remain closed, her face turning up to the ceiling. There’s pure ecstasy in her parted lips and soft moans. She’s already lifting up and sliding back down in long, deep strides. Pulling back, leaving only the tip in, she moves up and down, teasing the head of my cock, torturing me in the best way.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.” Digging my fingers into her soft flesh as she pushes me farther with her torturous bliss.

  She then lets me slip out completely and rubs her swollen clit against the underside of my dick. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt. And that includes the time I had three girls at once.

  Our moans mix together as the sun peaks through the window, and a ray illuminates those perfect tits as they softly bounce with her movements.

  “Yes, right there. Oh my fucking god, Nix.” Her quiet squeaks and groans as she says my name pushes me to the edge. I need more. I need to fuck her hard. Now. The growing ache inside me to be as close to her as possible rips through me in such a foreign way.

  Taking control over the tempo, I release her hair to grab firmly onto both her hips. Placing myself back at her core, I slam her down onto my cock, forcing a shocked yell-moan from Clover. Grabbing onto my shoulders, she holds on while I continue to set our pace this time. Thrusting up hard and fast. Pulling out and slamming in over and over.

  Clover finds the pace I’m setting and syncs her movement with the one I set with my hands at her hips. Together we move, one thought, one motion, one heartbeat. Our bodies and breaths coming together to create something completely new to me—a feeling that is not just physical, that thing that I fear so much. Creating a link between us that I know I can’t stop and don’t want to stop. Her scent invades me, and I watch her as she rides me—flushed skin, hooded eyes, and those freckles I adore.

  “Oh god, Nix. I’m so close. Please,” She pants. She’s getting close to coming. I can feel her walls tightening around my dick. My next thrusts are deep and short. Hitting that spot inside, I know, will send her over the edge to her climax. That, I know, will send me over with her. But she has to go first.

  “Yes, yes.”

  “That’s right, come on my cock, sweet thing. I wanna feel you come all over me,” I coax the orgasm from her shaking body.

  “Nix, Nix, fuck me, Nix,” She cries out as her body convulses around me, squeezing like a vice as I hold her down on me, planting myself in her as far as I can go. Her orgasm ripping through her as she digs her nails into my shoulders. The pain of her pleasure cutting into my skin and sizzling over my entire body.

  I shift her hips around my cock. Grinding in deeper, her body throbs against me again. Forcing a second orgasm from her leaves her panting and shaking in my arms. I can’t hold my own in any longer. I move her again, forcing her up and down my length. I seek that last bit of her heat I need to release myself inside her.

  My balls tighten, and a tingle shoots through my spine.

  “Clover,” I groan loudly as I come inside her hard. Her still-tight and quivering pussy milking every last drop from my pulsing cock. “Fuck,” I let out as I finish, my own climax having cannon balled through me, breaking all my walls and windows, letting in the sunshine that is Clover. Shaking, I rest my head on her shoulder, trying to catch my breath. No woman has ever made me shake before. But this girl, this gorgeous tiny woman, takes over my whole body when I’m with her. My mind, impulse control, and heart are all thrown in a blender when I touch her.

  We stay like this for a minute. Unable to move. Holding each other close while our breathing levels out—her hot, sticky flesh melting with mine.

  Laying in Clover’s bed, her head rests on my chest as I run my fingers through the ends of her long hair. We’ve been like this for a good thirty minutes. Not speaking, just enjoying each other. I decide to break our comfortable silence with something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.

  “So, I was thinking maybe you could come into the shop later today.”

  Clover turns her head to look up at me, resting her chin on my chest.

  “Yeah?” She asks softly, a sweet curiosity lingering in her eyes.

  “Yeah. I thought maybe I could add some color to your tattoo. It really does need some. The flowers are too beautiful to remain incomplete.”

  “That’s really sweet of you, Nix. But I don’t exactly have the money to do that right now.” Her blue eyes turn down to stare at my body beneath her.

  “I didn’t say anything about charging you. Did I, Clover?” Her brow crinkles as she turns a confused look up at me.

  “No, I guess you didn’t,” Straightening her lips into a thin line, she tries to read my intentions through squinted eyes.

  “I’m not going to charge you, sweet cheeks. I want to do it. Just come by this afternoon after one, and I’ll take care of you.”

  “Really?” The crease in her brow smoothing, and her eyes pop open in surprise. Her hopeful smile not complete yet, as she still doesn’t seem to believe me.

  “Yes, really.” Placing a kiss on her nose, she lets her smile reach from ear to ear. I can tell she’s trying to contain her happiness and play it cool. Not wanting me to know exactly how much she likes the idea.

  “Okay.”

  Chapter 33

  Phoenix

  O ffering to tattoo Clover for free isn’t something I normally do. As a matter of fact, I’ve never done it for anyone outside my own family. Even then, I still charge them beyond the first obligatory freebie. Yet, I couldn’t stand seeing her tattoo incomplete. It makes her seem incomplete. And she isn’t. She is, for lack of a better term, the whole fucking package. And now she’s my whole package. I want to do something for her that she has been unable to do for herself because of the hand she was dealt in life. I don’t just want her to look complete, I want her to feel complete, and I want to be the one to make her feel that way.

  First, I was afraid of what I felt for Clover. It was shocking and fucking unnerving. Putting me in a weird funk that I didn’t know what the hell to do with. I kept fighting it, trying to push it away, and ignore it. The last thing I need in my life is to be attached to a woman that could cause me problems. In the end, I couldn’t stay away from her. The only cure for my addiction is having her. As soon as I had her sweetness, once I was hooked, I wanted more. In every position, in every room, in every fucking way possible. Not just the physical, but the emotional. Fucking weird, right?

  Watching her draw, I had absorbed her into my soul, and it soothed me. The ache and uneasiness that always pulsed through me began to fizzle out. My heart swelled in fucking happiness, for fuck's sake, something it had never done before.

  Talking to Magnus, and even Arrow, only solidified what I knew I already wanted. What I know I need to do: give in, let go. Be with Clover in every fucking way. Her in my arms, in my bed, and in my goddamn heart. I can already tell what I feel for her is growing. Growing so fast, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop it. I don’t think I want to stop it. Not anymore.

  Growing up in my family was always hard and even painful at times. But there is something that we always had, something we were always given by my parents, aunts, and uncles—love and a prime example of a couple in love. Mom and Pop have been married since they were young and are still deeply in-love today. Running the family businesses side by side with open communication and good humor, and a bit of violence. Secretly, I have always longed for what they have, a perfect partner in crime and in bed.

  My life has proven otherwise, though. Living through shoot-outs and attacks on our family. I grew afraid, too fucking afraid. Of the one and only thing that can cause me fear; losing the one I love. Losing Robin broke my fucking heart and shattered my goddamn dreams of the life I thought I would have. Seeing the world for what it truly is corrupted my heart to love. How can I hold so close to someone? Especially when there are so many out there who want to rip them away from me? For the longest time, I was torn between admiring my parent’s relationship and questioning if they were out of their fuc
king minds. How could love put each other at risk every day?

  Yet, after giving myself to Clover, after she willingly gave herself to me, it’s crystal fucking clear. One cannot live without the other. I’m incomplete without her, and no matter how many faces I have to beat in or people I have to kill, I will to be with her. Nothing is more valuable to me than her than us. I never cared for anything or anyone this much, ever. It almost swallows me whole—dick—heart and all. And I couldn’t give a fuck.

  Jumping in with Clover is something that once I decided to do, I felt fucking relief. Like it’s what I’m supposed to be doing. If that makes any goddamn sense. The chains on my lungs snapping allowing me to breathe in deep for the first time in years. Knowing Clover will be in my bed and in my arms whenever I want makes me look forward to going home. For reasons other than escaping from my life and hiding from the world. Not that I wouldn’t want to hide from the world inside of Clover. I most certainly fucking would. Now going home is what I look forward to; to see Clover smile, to watch her sketch, to hear her laugh, to feel her love.

  Her love. Does she love me? Do I love her? Holy shit. I think I do.

  The realization hits me as I pull into the parking lot of my tattoo shop. The one I named after my sister, Robin’s Nest. Another reminder of what I lost and what I have found. Two girls I love. One scaring me away from love, the other sparking it inside me so hot it consumes me body and soul. Someone once said love feels like dipping yourself in gasoline and burning together. That’s how Clover makes me feel. Set on fire and burning so hot you could see it from space.

  My hands grip tightly on the steering wheel as I stare unmoving at the sign above the shop entrance—deep breath in, deep breath out.