Out of the Blue: True Colors #2

by Phoenix, Shea

  A guy like him whose been with a million guys way more experienced than me- even the inexperienced omegas in his books don’t do what I just did- ever. All those fantasies, all those daydreams, and when my dream comes true, I screw it up. On top of that when he finds out or Eli finds out for him that I did this to him then took advantage of his disability… This isn’t a horror novel anymore, its worse. So much worse.

  I have to tell him.

  I had to tell him last night.

  Or this morning before humping him.

  If I didn’t come clean right now, every time he made me feel amazing, I’d feel so much worse after.

  There won’t be a next time once I tell him.

  I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did a little of both.

  He joined my laughs, but held me tight when the tears came. “What’s the matter my sweet boy? I didn’t hurt you did I, please say something. We can take it slowly. I get carried away and can’t tell what’s in your face.”

  That made me blubber more, how the hell could he be so nice? Why did god have throw us together like that? His caresses and light kisses on my face and temples and over my eyes was too much.

  “No, it’s none of that it’s… wait you want to do it again?”

  “I do. But I’ll need a few more minutes.” He grinned.

  “You didn’t mind that I just, humped your leg just about?”

  He tipped his head back and let out a roar of laughter, shaking me with him. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever been. The sexiest I’ve ever felt, that I could make you lose your reserve, come out of that shell completely. I didn’t think it was in you, I never imagined it was in me. You’re wonderful for me. My perfect mate.”

  “What if I’m really not perfect?”

  “You are to me. That’s all that should matter. Is there something you need to tell me? There’s nothing that would make me feel any different.”

  “You say that. Hypothetically, when Eli Stone tracks down the person responsible for your accident, for the accident, if anyone was responsible. How will you feel about them?”

  “I’ll be angry they took away my eyes just as they finally found something worth looking at. If it was Dillon or even Caden Cameron, I would try to be fair. I owe that to all members of my pack. I’d listen to what you think as well, as the alpha-mate.”

  When I was a little kid, I remember going to the mall to sit on Santa’s lap. I remember being so scared, because I thought I was a naughty boy. I just didn’t know what to do and I freaked out watching all the other kids go before me and say they were good and Santa was happy… so I lied to Santa and said I was good, then changed my mind, telling him the bad stuff I did, then crying more when he laughed and said it was okay and asked me what I wanted.

  This was worse. I don’t know if I made sense, but I told him everything. The stalking, the jet ski, the cowardice. All the stuff that makes me deserve coal in my stocking and handcuffs today.

  He brushed back my hair and when I could sneak a look at him, his face didn’t betray what he thought. When I was done his hands were on my face, brushing the tears away.

  Then he started laughing.

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  I hadn’t expected that kind of sincerity.

  Heat crawled through my cheeks as I tried to picture him, then I placed my hands over his face, to sooth and help me picture him. He must have been beautiful being this brave. My chest swelled with pride and my throat closed up for a second.

  I started laughing, because what else could I do? I should be mad, but I’m not. I take a deep breath of him, drink him in and try to remember. I would have known his scent, how could I not? “Was it windy that day?”

  “Yeah. The ocean was full of bowling balls. I couldn’t believe you or anyone was out there.”

  “I probably was just as surprised to see you.”

  “You’re not mad? Not furious?”

  “No. Any anger is that I can’t use my eyes on you, that’s what made me laugh. Before it happened I had five senses but not you, now I have four senses and you. I’m winning so far. The doctor said the more I remember the better, this might help. Now I have a reason for Nate to not tear down my dock and to have Eli track down Dillon. Maybe I’ll be angry with you later, but I’m not right now. No boats, no jet skis, not even surf boards for you though.”

  I crawled to kneel between Slate’s thighs as Slate pulled his knees apart and further up, then hooked an ankle around my waist.

  My cock brushed the warm skin of Slate’s inner thigh, an electric jolt that made me moan just before my lips made contact with Slate’s. We kissed hard, and wet, without the sweetness of earlier.

  This was every desire I ever had, our chests rubbed, nipples catching hard nipples, stomach grinding stomach, the hair on the inside of our bare thighs catching, my body was taut and I gasped against Slate’s lips. “Grind against me again” I whispered.

  I felt him hesitate, then crawl up my body.

  I strained towards the bedside table as he gyrated his hips, barely managed to open it. I kissed the side of his neck until Slate whimpered, then murmured, “I’ll help.” He rummaged through the drawer until he found condoms and lube and placed them in my hands.

  Slate seemed so delicate with his muscles stretched tight and grinding into my thigh, then he amazed me again, telling me, “I want to feel you in me.”

  It took seconds to tear open the condom and roll it on myself, faster than if I had my sight. Once it was on I squirted a little lube on my palm and rubbed it up and down my shaft.

  Slate leaned down and I gave him a few hard, open-mouthed kisses, then sucked his tongue into my mouth. I nipped Slate’s top lip, then the bottom, and then slowly sucked on his bottom lip until he was moaning desperately. I ran my fingertips up Slate’s thigh until I reached his cock.

  “Oh,” Slate hissed as his head rolled back.

  I nipped Slate’s lower lip again as I ran my curled fingers up and down my shaft to get it nice and slick. I moaned into Slate’s shoulder, sucking on a spot near his neck. Slate curled his leg around my waist pulling our stomachs close, pressing our cocks together. His shaft against my own felt hot and amazingly good. I flipped Slate over, his back on the bed, aligning his body with mine so we would fit perfectly, like we were made for each other- which of course, we were.

  He squirmed under me, his hips pushing up into mine as our cocks rubbed and Slate’s body arched against mine, our nipples brushing.

  “Yes,” Slate mumbled into my shoulder, then leaned up to strain for another few kisses before he panted for breath and pulled back. He made these incredible little noises every time our cocks rubbed together and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.

  My whole body shuddered, my muscles taut as bowstrings. My stomach was tight, and my breath came in shuddering gasps against Slate’s lips.

  9

  Gavin's strong hands slide down my back, caressing every line, until I'm near shaking, and when he finally reaches my ass to tug me down against him, it feels so fucking good. His fingers dig into the muscle of my ass, kneading it, reminding me how good it feels when he's pounding against it.

  My dick's dripping over his hip now, a throbbing I can feel in my bones as Gavin and I rock together, matching each other thrust for thrust. His tongue licks into my mouth, supple muscle teasing against my lips and grazing my teeth. I never want to stop kissing him.

  Gavin's fingers are teasing at my crease, the kneading of his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart. His dick's a lot bigger than his fingers though, bumping against my thigh as we grind and moan.

  I could ride him like this, but I need him inside me, as deep as he can get, like he's keeping me here, the way he kind of is. I lean down to kiss him deeply, hand cupped around his jaw.

  “You need to fuck me,” I murmur into his mouth. I know what I want. “I need every bit of that cock.”

  His growl is answer enough for me. “You ready?” he says as he kneels down on
the bed between my legs.

  “Just get in there,” I reply, hooking my heel around his back to tug him in.

  He bends his head to kiss the tip of my dick as he lubes up his fingers, and sucks in the head as he begins to open me up. His fingers twist inside me and I let my head sway back. His tongue is teasing, flicking at my slit. When he pulls his fingers out, I feel empty again, stretched and vulnerable.

  Gavin's murmuring something, only a few words audible: “…got you. I've got…” as he fucks into me, a long slide that takes my breath away. He's braced over me, and I want to pull him down into a kiss, but my arms feel so heavy, my whole body pinned down to the bed by Gavin's cock.

  “Oh yeah,” he groans and pulls out to thrust back in again, falling easily into a smooth rhythm that shakes me, I can't even watch his face any more, every slide making my eyes close as my pleasure crests higher and higher.

  I can't match Gavin's rhythm like this, he's too steady and I'm all over the place as my brains feel like they're being fucked out my ears, but it's just enough. My back arches, my mouth opens, and I'm coming, spurting all over my belly and over Gavin too.

  He groans, deep and long, the vibration resonating through me, I lose the rhythm.

  “Come on,” I say, voice creaky, urging him on with my heel. He still feels so good inside me as my knees tremble.

  “Okay,” Gavin says. “I'm gonna…” and then his hips are going double-time and I can feel him coming inside me, long pulses of heat as he gasps above my head.

  10

  Slate lazily kissed me a few times, rolling slowly onto his side and scooting into my side.

  I gave a loopy little smile and kissed back, my body still overheated and sensitive. I raised a hand to run my thumb along Slate’s jaw.

  I playfully kissed him a few more times. Somehow, I couldn’t seem to take my hand off Slate’s hip and side. I couldn’t stop touching him, like I was addicted. I needed to touch Slate a few more times, but nothing I did stopped the need. Slate seemed to feel the same, because he was pressing into my side and grinning.

  I laughed, so grateful that Slate was willing to forgive himself and remain lighthearted.

  “Are we dating now? Is this a normal time to ask? Or am I supposed to leave after sex?”

  I kissed him, a tender chuckle vibrated our lips as I tried to kiss and laugh at the same time. “You worry too much.”

  “Sorry,” he mumbled.

  I laughed and pressed a kiss against Slate’s shoulder, then his forehead, before I kissed his lips again. I didn’t know how to express the joy that was flooding my chest. I pecked Slate’s lips again, he was adorable.

  “If that’s how you want to think of it that’s okay.” I could put off claiming him for a little while until he got used to being my mate. The fact he trusted me enough to tell me was a big enough step for today. And when I had my knot in him, he would have to realize this was a whole lot more than just dating. I fetched a towel to clean the both of us up.

  “I need to talk to Rowan,” he said as he helped clean the both of us up.

  “I need to talk to Nate and Eli.” I replied. “When we’re both done, we can go get your luggage.”

  “You’re confident that Rowan won’t need me to come home.”

  “I’m confident I need you more, and I’ll make it up to Rowan, I’ll send Eli to help if he wants. He’s usually my guy who does everything I don’t want to do, and maybe he already tracked him down, as your employer. He’s very good. Besides, even if I didn’t need you, I don’t want you out alone before I know what’s going on with Dillon.”

  “I might know. He kicked me off the beach, off your beach that day.”

  “Why?”

  “I was trespassing. You were right there with him. But I wasn’t mad at you. Well, of course I was, but not enough to run you over.. it was an accident.”

  “I believe you. It’s hard to believe I would kick you off my beach, but if Dillon was jealous…” That was easy to imagine, but sending my mate away, even I hadn’t scented him due to the wind was unimaginable. “I’ve seen you but I can’t remember a thing.”

  “You’re not missing much.”

  “I know you’re beautiful without seeing you. But you would believe me better if I had my sight, so I plan to drag my fingers and my lips over every inch of you, know every inch like the back of my hand. Then you’ll have to believe me, or else I’ll keep trying to convince you for as long as it takes. We’re soulmates and we’re absolutely flawless together.”

  “Can you hear it when I blush?” He teased.

  “Not yet. You’ll have to keep telling me. And I’ll have to keep making you blush. Today, you’ll be my eyes, go talk to Rowan. Then we get to work, making romance.”

  “Is this about me?” he asked, after reading out loud the last thing I was working on. “Am I blue boy?”

  I was thinking the same thing. I couldn’t even remember writing it, but listening to Slate for the last hour, hearing his voice describing a sweaty boy in blue stretching on the sand was making me lose all self-control.

  I was supposed to be seducing him here, but I was seducing myself. I had the great idea of trying to tell a story about fated mates, introduce him to all the things he didn’t know or realize about us through a story. When he found the blue boy story and I couldn’t recall it, it made sense to see if I could rework that one a bit. But it seemed that Slate, or blue boy, was the only thing on my mind before I lost my memory, and he had inspired some very sexy fantasies.

  “I was blue boy wasn’t I? That means you were the creepy old man staring at me through this high window. You were stalking me.”

  I could hear an unmistakable smile in his voice as he said it. “It appears so.”

  “Hmm. And there I was all nervous that I was the stalker. You were way worse.”

  Finally, I was starting to remember him. The blue boy on the beach.

  The stormy eyes.

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  At first I was jealous of the character in the story, then as I read it became clear the character was me. The books, the beach, the creeping closer to the house… it was all me. He deserved the teasing because he was driving me crazy. I was a sexually frustrated mess and he was doing it all on purpose.

  It didn’t help that Nate kept barging in on is every few minutes. I guess Gavin didn’t write all day, he managed his pack all day. And stayed up all night to write when they were finally asleep. Nate pulled him into the hallway for the fifth time and I waited impatiently, watching them talk.

  I stared at him for a solid two or three minutes, and it hit me hard how beautiful he was. Not just physically, but to forgive me so easily, to comfort me whenever I was too inside my own head. The way he moved was beautiful, the fact that he had such amazing stories in his head was beautiful.

  All of it. Everything.

  He was beautiful.

  And I was a creepy stalker.

  But so was he.

  He was a pervy old man who had the hots for me- even before he knew me. Nothing made me feel better than knowing he was stalking me too.

  He was a fanatic for me. Probably some excessive zeal in there too.

  I wanted to find someone to love me for who I was as much as the next guy, but I was terrified.

  What if he didn’t like me when he saw who I was? What if he didn’t want me? What if God had made a mistake?

  God wasn’t supposed to make mistakes. I knew that, but he could have an accident couldn’t he? Like having Gavin throw me off his property, then me almost killing him? What about me? Was I good enough to have a soulmate who was perfect for me?

  What if I wasn’t?

  Dillon was good looking enough for him. Dillon was capable of being his mate, helping him lead the pack. What the hell did I know about leading a pack?

  Nothing.

  Not to mention most of his pack probably wouldn’t be a fan of the guy who ran him over, made him blind, and was now his mate and their leader too.

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nbsp; I wouldn’t like that very much.

  When he explained the whole fated mates thing to me earlier- when he tried to by making me read some of his stories- I accepted it. I was probably still high from touching him. I would have believed him if he told me I was the new King of France.

  I suddenly wanted nothing more than to be close to him. I was with a man who had accepted me without question, a man who hadn’t judged me or been upset with me for trying to run him over- that was probably pretty rare. A man who did everything he could to make me comfortable and to help me.

  A man who saw me for who I was.

  Gavin Ross was my soulmate. We had only known each other for a short time, but I already felt connected to him in a way I’d never felt connected to anyone other than Rowan. He wasn’t going to find someone else.

  He was mine.

  The realization had my mind spinning and jumping and cheering and cowering. Gavin was my soulmate, and we would be together for the rest of forever. We were each other’s missing pieces, and there was no one else in the world who could fit with me the way he could.

  There was no one else in the world who could fit with him the way I could.

  And I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

  Gavin smiled coming back in the room, “Are you ready to meet our pack?”

  “Now?” I asked. We were supposed to be writing, and it was just getting really good.

  “Yes, now. Nate and Eli have some things to take care of that you don’t need to be around for. So, if you’ll just come home with me, we can present you to the pack and figure everything else out there.” He finished.