The hospital, the man and his money. His legacy as the doctor put it. They’re big shoes to fill and I've never seen myself filling them, but I do know I can give Jaydee the life she deserves.
I’m not my grandfather, and I’m not his money. I’m just Colton. And right now I feel as awkward about having it as I know Jaydee might about not having it.
But soon. Soon enough, she’ll have it all.
I’ll see to that.
“Clothes, prescription,” the nurse announces, setting down two neat piles of folded clothing and a brown paper bag with a receipt stapled to it.
“I hate to dump and run,” the nurse says, creasing a smile. “But we have a situation in the ER, lots of casualties, so…”
I nod furiously and Jaydee does too. Our hands touch as I pass her the clothes making us both blush like school kids, making our nurse roll her eyes a little.
“Sign here, for you. And here for you,” she instructs us, and gives us both a copy of Jaydee’s discharge papers, plus my receipt for her bill from her clipboard. After we’ve signed she disappears again. Hopefully for good this time.
I try to stuff the receipt someplace, but I have about as much clothing on as Jaydee does. Just my tank and running shorts.
“What’s that?” Jaydee asks, giving a sinking, knowing look as it registers to her that I’ve paid her way.
“That’s none of your business,” I tease her, trying to do my best impression of her being angry, but it only draws a thin smile from her.
“Let’s see what we have here,” I say loudly, holding up the clothes the nurse brought for me too by the looks, trying to change the subject and quickly.
We both look at what’s on offer with a cocked brow, then burst out laughing.
“Hey,” I remind us both. “It’s better than going home naked,” and we both blush at that. I know, for one thing, that’s exactly what I’d rather be with Jaydee, but her crimson face still shows some mixed feelings.
“I’m going to pay you back,” she tells me, looking me square in the eye and I nod.
“Alright then, just tell me you feel okay? That you’re alright?”
Jaydee looks up at the ceiling, thoughtful for a moment. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she says, and I feel a little better. I don’t want money or anything else to ruin what’s started between us.
“Are you alright? To get dressed, I mean,” I ask her, using my little bundle of clothes to cover myself as I stand up for the first time in a while, noticing not a lot’s changed down there with Jaydee being so close to me.
She gives a nod.
“Okay. I’ll just.” I have a bit of an awkward moment, and I decide to draw the curtain around her bed and go get changed in the bathroom by the door, which I close.
A loud Hawaiian shirt and pink board shorts that are three sizes too big replace my barely there and still very damp clothes. I use a towel and some hot water to freshen up a little, and tuck myself into an upright position, I wonder just how much that nurse has figured out so far.
Opening the door, I expect to maybe see Jaydee dressed, or the curtain still fully drawn but nothing prepares me for the sight I come back to.
The sight of her bare, perfectly round ass through the back of her hospital gown as she bends over makes me freeze on the spot.
I have to put my hand over my mouth to stop from making a sound. There’s just enough of a gap in the curtain for me to see, even though I know I made sure it was fully closed, along with the door to her room.
Any hardness I thought had waned is back with a vengeance, and despite my efforts, a low growl escapes me and I let my hand fall from my mouth, which is wide open.
I notice Jaydee’s head tilt slightly to one side, but she carries on, pulling on some leggings up over those hips I long to touch again, then I gasp as she slips off her gown entirely, and I can see the nakedness of her back before she slips on a baggy white t-shirt and turns slowly.
Our eyes lock and then hers travel down to take in my bulging ache I can’t hide from her anymore.
Her own chest is stiff under her tee, thick pebbled nipples saluting me, letting me know she knew I was watching. Letting me know she’s excited by her show as well.
She shudders a breath in, and then whisking the curtain open further as if nothing’s out of the ordinary. “You look ridiculous,” she murmurs.
I feel a little hurt, until I catch myself in the mirror opposite.
I wish she did too, but she doesn’t. Simple black leggings and a white t-shirt along with her sandals, she looks perfect. It doesn’t matter what she’s wearing, as long as she’s safe and with me.
Moving closer to her as she collects her things, her back to me now. That ass, those hips, they’re like a magnet for me now. I’ve seen more of what I want to claim and I watch both my hands reach out for her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jaydee
I’ve never done anything so bold, so risky… so damned thrilling in my whole life.
It might not be a big deal for some girls, but for me, having never even…well. I just about shake something loose I shiver so hard, bending over to get dressed after making an ever so convenient gap in the curtain so Colton might catch a glimpse of me from behind.
I’m more than intimidated by his body, but if that bulge at the front of his shorts is anything to go by he likes what he sees in me, but I guess I just need to double check.
To really make sure I’m not about to make a complete fool of myself if I misread this whole situation.
I did just about drown, and the doctors did say I’d feel pretty strange for a few days yet.
But as soon as I feel his thick, firm hands on my hips, and his thicker, harder length pressing into my back as I lean back into him, I know I’m not imagining anything.
Colton likes curvy girls.
He likes this curvy girl.
Message received and understood.
“I want you,” he growls into my ear, biting it gently before nuzzling his teeth into my neck, making me go weak in the knees as I moan out loud.
A dry, husky moan, matched by his deep guttural animal like growl as we both start to communicate in a language that’s beyond words.
I feel a damp slickness between my legs, which is met with one of his hands, gripping my mound gently through the tights I’ve drenched in seconds from his touch.
My own hand reaches behind me, urgently seeking him out, needing to touch him now more than ever.
He guides my hand to his hardness, and I gasp louder as he groans, my fingers curling around its heat through his shorts.
“This is what you do to me,” he murmurs, and I feel his heartbeat pounding through my own body. Through my hand, up into my own chest, which is so swollen it feels like it’s about to burst.
There’s an announcement over the PA, but I can’t hear it. Colton uses his feet to spread mine a little further apart and I lean forward, putting both my hands flat on the bed, lifting my rear as I grind it slowly against his thick organ.
I’m surprising myself more than anyone. This is not how I usually behave, but Colton just does something to me. As much as I’m making him hard, he’s making me think, feel and want things that I can only imagine as red hot pictures in my mind right now, and I can’t wait for him to show me properly.
I want him to claim me, to show me.
To teach me.
“Here?” he growls, and I can’t tell if it’s a command or a question. Nor do I care. My hands have made fists with the sheets and I’ve opened my shuddering legs wider, willing him to do something, anything, before I explode on the spot.
“Colton,” I whimper, and his hands run over my hips, yanking down the tights I’ve just put on, making me grunt and gasp as he jerks them all the way down over my thighs which he strokes once they’re fully naked to his liking.
I hear his low growls, groans and moans of approval as he gets on his knees behind me, spreading me wide open from behind, making me swear loudly and push
ing myself back against him. I throw my head back once I feel his mouth over my slick valley, which gushes fresh heat at his touch.
I’ve never really touched myself, not like this, and the fire he’s started with his tongue and hands starts to spread quickly, making me want more of the same and right now.
My knees are pumping like pistons and I can hardly keep upright. In an instant, Colton’s spun me around, and hoisted my rump up onto the bed as he hitches my legs over his flexing shoulders, like fleshy granite under my thighs.
Using his free hand, the other he has up my tee shirt, circling my thick nipples, he splays me open with his thick fingers, teasing my twitching hole before covering me again, drawing another loud moan from me with his tongue as it frees my stiff clit from its hood.
He’s a magician. A devil and a saint, all in one motion. I’m trying to catch my breath, but dissolving under his spell, his touch is like nothing I could have ever imagined.
“Tell me you want it,” he demands. “Tell me you want to come in my mouth.”
I grunt louder, harder and thrust myself fully against his hot mouth. Hearing him give words to the feelings, the actions, it’s too much and I can feel something welling up from deep inside me, something he’s acutely aware of. Something he’s determined to draw from me.
“I want it,” I gasp. “I want you to suck me dry. I wanna come on your face. I want your fat cock deep inside me,” I hear myself gasp, hotter than ever as I voice the same feelings he has, eagerly lapping harder at my now aching sex as I feel it start to quiver under his control.
The intensity is almost unbearable. Like a pleasant itch that’s finally been scratched just right. I feel my whole body stiffen, and Colton’s grip on me hardens as he plunges his tongue deep inside me.
My head’s thrown back and I feel all control disappearing. I’m in the grip of the first real climax of my life. The one he’s made for me, the one he’s drawing from me.
I can feel the vibration of his growling voice, his deep, throaty sounds as he orders me to keep coming. It’s as though I can feel him in my mind. “Come for me baby, give it all to me.”
It’s all because of Colton, it’s for him, but as I shudder and quake, I grow familiar with my own body. My own desire and my own needs. I learn something powerful in those moments, and I vow to myself to explore all this further, in greater detail, and most of all, always with Colton.
Definitely always with Colton.
As he brings himself up again, his face level with mine, I taste myself on his lips. Our first kiss.
If I thought I was shy still, if I had any doubts, they’ve disappeared.
Almost.
Breathing heavily, we both press closer, harder against one another, and I feel his thick member hot against my inner thigh.
“I want you,” he growls, and I figure now’s as good a time as any to tell him.
I don’t know why it matters, but something compels me to tell him. I know I’m ready, I know Colton is the one.
Maybe I don’t want to disappoint him? Maybe I’m still not a hundred percent sure I’m doing any of this right.
“What is it?” he asks, his smoldering eyes filled with concern an inch from mine suddenly.
“I… I… I’m a virgin,” I stammer.
And instead of it being awkward, I feel Colton harden even further against me, a fresh sound of greater approval coming from him before he kisses me with such intensity, I feel another wave of my original climax washing over me.
“Of course you are,” he growls. “You were made for me, and me for you, that’s why.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Colton
If there’s any way today could have gotten better, it’s Jaydee telling me she’s a virgin.
I wouldn’t care if she wasn’t, but to my mind it proves she’s meant for me alone. It proves we’re supposed to be together.
I’ll be her first and her only from today, and forever and I make sure I tell her so.
The door is closed and the curtain still drawn a little, and I move out of view once I hear the knock on the door.
It’s our friendly neighborhood nurse again, giving us the gentle version of the bum’s rush.
“You dressed and ready to go, Jaydee?” she calls out, and I can see her head cocked but her eyes are on the floor, the picture of discretion.
I stifle a laugh, Jaydee looks like she’s about to jump out of her skin but she pulls herself together enough for us to make good on our escape from the hospital.
“I’ll be out in a minute. Colton’s just in the bathroom, I think,” she chimes, and the door closes again.
I sink onto the bed with Jaydee in my arms one last time, kissing her intensely and squeezing her so hard she squeals with delight.
“I think we should head back to my place,” I tell her in between kisses, wondering if my erection is permanent by now. It sure as hell feels like it.
Jaydee nods, her eyes glossy with desire and her pupils dilated from her arousal. “I think that’s a good idea,” she agrees, and in a few minutes, we’ve dodged the chaos of the ward and elevators as fresh sunshine greets us both once we step outside.
The storm had raged and passed by the looks, with dark clouds giving way to a huge rainbow and clear skies over most of the view above.
I use Jaydee as a bit of a human shield, covering my own arousal as we make our way out in public. I hail a cab from the rank out front and once home, I ask Jaydee to wait while I fetch some money for the ride.
“I’ll just be a minute,” I tell the driver, who eyeballs me and then Jaydee.
“You live here?” he asks with more than enough sarcasm.
“Yup,” I tell him. “Pull up to the gate, I’ll let us in and you can wait right by the front door if you prefer.”
But there’s no protest from the driver, he’s all eyes to see what happens next.
It's better this way, I don’t feel right about leaving Jaydee by herself. Not anymore.
Not ever. Under any circumstances.
My thumb on the keypad opens the wrought iron gates and within a few moments, Jaydee and I are in the foyer, the cabbie’s apology well worth the hundred dollar bill I hand him.
“I don’t blame him for not trusting me,” I remark to Jaydee, who’s a little spellbound by the whole house thing.
“I mean, look at me. I do look like a bum. A very colorful bum,” I muse, checking myself out in the giant mirror in the entrance.
“You… do you really live here?” she asks, her mouth hanging open.
“Nah,” I tell her quickly, locking the front door again and pushing the button to close the front gates.
“I live out back, in the guest house. This place is too big, too morbid. I tried living in it once, years ago. It was like camping in a museum,” I tell her, guiding her by the shoulders from behind to the rear entrance through a mild maze of large rooms and wood paneled corridors, the few larger pieces of furniture are still covered and so are all the paintings.
I can tell Jaydee wants to stop and look around, but this old house, it’s really not me. It’s not who I really am.
“I wish we could’ve come around the back way,” I murmur, guiding her past the pools and large gardens.
“Almost there,” I assure her, and rounding a narrow gravel path, we’re home.
Jaydee gasps again. “Guest house?”
I roll my eyes. “I know. The old man didn’t do anything by halves, but it’s not as pretentious inside, I promise.”
Thumb on the keypad, and the front door clicks open. I realize now why I’m a little bit of a recluse. The big house, the grounds. I don’t want people thinking I’m something I’m not.
It was all part of the original inheritance, and truth be told, once the upkeep and taxes come out of everything, I’m left with a modest quarterly allowance.
“Wow! This is really nice,” Jaydee exclaims, relaxing instantly, and making me do the same.
Inside my own place, it’s
a bit of a mess, with ‘normal’ sized rooms and just a bunch of regular guy stuff.
I wished I remembered it was laundry day though.
A part of me wants to explain everything, but I figure that’s just nerves. I’m more than happy to just watch Jaydee explore my world for a bit. I’ve got nothing to hide from her and I want her to be comfortable here.
“This place is bigger than our whole block,” she says out loud, her voice echoing a little as she goes into the part of the guest house I don’t live in either.
I track her down, and clutching her by the waist, I bring her close to me, our lips joining as we both hum in satisfaction.
“Should we have gone to your place?” I ask her, hooking my hands behind her and letting my fingers venture south until they’re clutching her fine ass.
“God no!” she says quickly, and I smile to myself, glad she isn’t focused on the house too much.
“I mean… I won’t go on about your place, if you don’t ask too much about mine,” she says and I nod, making it a deal.
“The only thing that matters Jaydee, is you,” I tell her and I mean it.
I’ve never fallen for anyone in my whole life, never known what it could even feel like but with Jaydee I know I’ve fallen hard already.
I wasn’t kidding when I meant she’s mine.
The whole forever thing? I mean it.
CHAPTER NINE
Jaydee
I’d seen the high, whitewashed walls of Colton’s place before. It’s on the main ocean boulevard, with the whole property on a hill overlooking the bay.
I never knew anyone lived here and always thought it was one of those old colonial houses that the government kept, like a museum or something.
Without even looking around too much, I’m dumbstruck that a place like this, a block this size is still a thing in this day and age. It’s just incredible.
I’m impressed that Colton’s shy about it. He’s not wanting to show me around, not wanting to show off. He just wants to get me someplace comfortable and safe. I get the distinct impression Colton’s my new self-appointed shadow.
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