The whole day so far has been like a dream and I’m waiting for the bottom or top to hit at some point, but for now I’m just loving being with Colton. Loving how he feels and loving how much he…
I wonder if he does feel the same. I mean, exactly the same.
I’ve never had a boyfriend, or anything but with Colton, I’m hooked. I know I’m in deep for him but I don’t want to scare him off or spoil it with the ‘L’ word. It might be too soon but I really have no idea how any of this stuff works.
“I gotta get out of these clothes,” he finally says, tearing off the loud shirt and slipping off the equally loud shorts, making me gasp again at his nakedness.
Colton reappears a few moments later, a light robe on and a devilish grin on his face.
“I’m ready for a shower after everything so far today,” he says, and I flush deep red, feeling a little overwhelmed again. His face falls but then he rallies himself again.
“It’s been a traumatic day for you so far,” he says softly, coming over and gently rubbing my arm.
“I hope you don’t think I’m pressuring you, not rushing things?”
I shake my head, but way too fast, squeaking how fine I am. In truth, I’m starting to feel like I don’t know what I want anymore but I’m still trusting in this out of control feeling.
“How about I find you a robe, some towels and maybe you can have a shower. By yourself if you want? I figure you might not feel like a bath right now, all that water.”
And then it hits me.
The memory of falling off the pier, the water, not breathing. Everything after he saved me is fine, better than fine, but I do feel a shock coming over me and Colton helps me to a big easy chair.
“Hey, c’mon now, take a seat and just relax for a minute, alright.”
“I-I could’ve died,” I hear myself stammering, feeling a lot of mixed emotions welling up.
The memory of Colton at the hospital, what he did to me, that’s like a different life all of a sudden. I feel like I’ve been split in two.
Colton squats down in front of me, taking both my hands in his.
“Was it too soon to leave the hospital?” he asks. “We can always…”
“It’s not that,” I say aloud, almost just to hear myself say it. “I feel fine, physically.”
He gives a knowing look and nods, squeezing both my hands gently in his.
“But you didn’t die,” he finally says, jolting me from my weird reverie.
“You’re okay and you’re here now, with me.”
I crease a smile, and stroking some of his hair back from his face I tell him how sweet he is.
“Tell me more about Colton,” I ask. “I don’t even know your last name.”
“Smith,” he says. “No. It really is,” he adds, chuckling as he notes my quizzical look.
“My birth parents chose Colton, but it was always just Colton ever since I can remember, at the boy’s home. Some of the other kids thought it was my last name, being called by theirs as a general rule.
“Grandpa Joseph Smith gave me his name once I became his family, He’s the man behind all this. All his great work,” he adds, holding his hands out and glancing around.
Adopted.
I think of my own dad, doing some quick math. But there’s tons of people who are adopted. Doesn’t mean they all know each other.
“How old are you?” I ask, instantly regretting it and apologizing. It’s the one time I see genuine concern in his eyes, but I don’t really care how old he is, I’m just making small talk.
Getting to know him better, like he suggested.
“I’ll be forty this year,” he says with a sigh. “And you?” he adds, returning the favor.
“I’ll be twenty,” I say softly.
We sit quietly for a while and I’m kicking myself for asking his age. It’s just a stupid number, and unless he’d told me I would never have guessed. His body, face, hair… everything. It’s just so perfect.
Colton looks in better shape than anyone I know and way better than anyone my own age from college.
“And what about you?” he finally asks. “Your last name I mean. The Colton Smith story’s pretty boring. I want to know all about Jaydee,” he says, and I screw up my nose, shaking my head.
“Ugh, no. I think the Colton Smith story is way more interesting. I mean, look at this place! You must be like a zillionaire. Like little orphan Annie.”
I wince harder, putting my foot in it for the second time in as many minutes, but Colton just laughs it off.
“Well, not quite,” he says casually, making me feel less awkward by the second.
That’s what I love about Colton, he’s so real. I can say the dumbest thing and he’s just so accepting of it.
“I’ve got the house and a trust fund, but there’s a lot of upkeep, taxes,” he offers, looking down and sighing again, looking like he’d rather not think about it.
But he finally laughs out loud, shaking his head. “Orphan Annie,” he chuckles to himself.
“Why don’t you just sell it then?” I ask innocently.
“The deal was, with the inheritance that the interest on the capital would go back to the boy’s home. Like a foundation charity, along with the dozen others he set up. I’m just a trustee really, but it does have its perks,” he says, smiling.
Smiling at me though, not about the house or anything else.
His smile is just for me, and it makes me feel ten times better straight away.
“It’s Beckett.” I tell him. “My last name’s Beckett,”
CHAPTER TEN
Colton
It couldn’t be.
Many people are named Beckett, I’m sure.
It can’t be. God no, don’t make this one thing, the one good thing to happen to me come at such a heavy price.
I don’t want to ask her, but there’s a part of me now that needs to know, even if I won’t like the truth.
“What’s the matter?” she asks. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Your dad,” I remark. “He must be worried about you, do you need to call him? Plus, I just realized,” I add, changing the subject.
“You only had your camera with you, no phone and no keys? Or did they…?”
My voice trails off. I want to know so many things all at once, and at the same time I don’t want to know any of it.
I already know what she’s going to say when I ask her what her dad’s name is, so I don’t. I can’t.
Not yet.
“Just my camera,” she murmurs. “I think I locked my keys in my car, which is still down by the beach, my phone too,” she adds, rolling her eyes, which fill with hesitation.
Both our worlds close in on us again, individually this time. Jaydee has her life, her world. Her dad.
And I have mine.
A world that’s pretty empty, save for those ghosts from the past.
“Colton? What is it? Did I say something wrong?” she asks, and I strain a smile, leaning over to kiss her, but she pulls her face back, waiting for the answer to her question instead.
“No, you didn’t say anything wrong,” I tell her. “I’m just worried that you’ll race off now to get your car, or keys and whatnot. Can we fix all that later? I can drive you to your car I mean, I thought we could just hang out here for a bit. You just got here.”
“Sure,” she tells me and somehow decides now’s a good time for that shower after all.
Alone.
“I might take you up on that shower,” she says. “Point me in the right direction and I’ll manage. It’s probably just what I need.”
I do smile. It’s great to see her feeling better. I caution myself against too much too soon with Jaydee again, but what about what happened back there at the hospital?
What happens now?
Once I hear the tinkle of the shower and even Jaydee humming a few bars, the steam spilling out from the bathroom door slightly ajar, I relax a little.
S
he’s not the only one who had some drama today. Part of our training is all about the impact of rescuing someone.
Something I’ve never had to deal with, if I’m honest.
The phone ringing makes me jump a little, but I welcome a voice that isn’t my own thoughts.
“Colton Smith? Beth Winslow, Courier Times. I wanted to speak with you about what happened down at the pier today.”
I groan and hang up.
Newspaper? How did they get my number? Don’t these people have a life?
It rings again and I pick it up without saying anything and hang it up.
The third time it rings, I can’t help it, and I growl into the handset.
“Look!” I snarl, but it’s somebody else.
A friendly voice.
“Whoa! Easy tiger. It’s me, Mac.”
Mac’s the squad leader down at the surf club. He’s doing what I should’ve done after Jaydee should have gone to the hospital alone. I should’ve checked in.
“What happened, Colton? I mean, why’d you bail after resuscitating someone? I heard you went with the medics to the ER. You alright?” he asks, full of concern.
I puff the air out of my cheeks, dreading a confrontation over the numerous facts.
The countless rules I’ve no doubt already broken.
But hearing Jaydee in the shower just up the hall, it’s all I need.
She’s all I care about now. Even though I know all of this is gonna come at a price. It’s unavoidable.
I just hope Jaydee can stick with me. I hope she understands.
“Yeah, sorry Mac,” I sigh. “I’m fine and so is Jayd-…so is the girl. I just needed some time to think.”
All that’s true. So far so good.
“What you need is to write up the paperwork, Colton. Sorry to be a hard ass, but even though you were off duty and only a volunteer, it’s a city requirement. You know all this man, what happened out there?” he asks again, firmer this time.
What’s he gonna do, fire me from volunteering?
“Look, Mac. I hear ya. I really do, but just not right now, okay? I’ve got a ton of other stuff going on. I’ll check in tomorrow, maybe the next day,” I tell him vaguely, noting his low sound of disapproval.
“I’ll give you forty eight hours, Colton, and only out of respect for everything you’ve done for the club. For the service.”
Mac hanging up like that would normally sting, but I feel relieved not to have to deal with him right now.
I got what I went out for today, what I’ve waited my whole damned life for.
I’m not gonna bow down at the first thing hurdle that comes along, the first person who doesn’t like the way it went.
Like her dad?
I growl out loud, feeling my back up just at the thought.
“You say something?” Jaydee calls out from the bathroom, and I hear the perfect excuse to go see my girl naked in the shower.
To my disappointment, she’s got the screen closed.
“You say something?” she asks again, and I can see her silhouette rinsing shampoo from her hair, the outline of her curves through the glass canceling everything else on my mind out.
“Uhhh. Just someone on the phone,” I tell her. “You need a hand in there?” I ask, hoping for an invite, but she laughs instead.
“I got this, Colton. I couldn’t trust anyone else to wash my hair. Sorry, who was on the phone? I mean… Ugh! Sorry, none of my business,” she says loudly, talking over the sound of the shower and the foam slapping against the tiles.
I’m transfixed by her shape through the glass, and stammer a reply.
“It’s alright, my surf rescue captain. I was supposed to report what happened.”
The screen slides open, and through blinking eyes framed by suds she stares open mouthed.
“You’re an actual life-saver?” she asks, sounding really astonished.
“Volunteer,” I admit, which is true, but once she opens the shower screen right up and beckons me in with her finger, I wish I’d thought of that line sooner.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jaydee
Life saver. Wealthy trustee, Colton Smith is starting to sound more like a superhero by the minute and those two words have an instant effect on my mood and my body.
“C’mere lifesaver,” I coo to him, wanting him, suddenly needing him more than ever.
He’s out of his robe and under the water with me in seconds and his thick, strong arms around me again remind me that he really did save my life.
And gives new meaning to it.
“I do feel better with a shower,” I purr as his hard body presses against mine. His thick member rising to greet my hands as they run over him, giving me the only answer I need.
“Can we start over?” he asks me softly. And I just know somehow he means something about my dad again.
“How do you mean?” I ask him, determined not to let this mood pass me by again today.
I want Colton Smith, ghosts and all, and I want him to want me.
“I just mean…” he starts, but we both lose ourselves in our embrace, his lips on mine, his hands where I want them most. It’s like we both know exactly how to comfort each other without words.
“Whatever it is,” I whisper into his ear, shivering despite the warm water as his hand slips between my legs.
“Whatever it is. I want you, Colton. I want us. I want this,” I gasp, suddenly forgetting everything and being transported back to those feelings, the incredible state of arousal he gave me in the hospital.
“And I want you,” he growls. “More than anything. I’ll have you if it’s the last thing.”
His huge body plus mine are a snug fit inside the glass shower cubicle, but in no time he has me against the wall, lifting me as if I weigh nothing as my legs wrap around him.
“I’m yours, Colton,” I gasp, feeling the smooth roundness of his cock glancing against my aching mound.
“Tell me you want it,” he demands. “Tell me you want this inside you, all of me.”
My head is pumping in time with the thrusting of my hips against him. I can hardly get the words out but I need to tell him.
“I want it,” I whimper. “I need it… give it to me, Colton.”
I hear his low growl, my lip curling into a smile until I realize it’s a sound I’m making. A low, needful sound that’s filled with pleasure as I ease myself onto his thick hardness.
Colton gasps, swearing then telling me how tight I am. I can only gasp as I feel the size of him as he enters me, slowly easing himself into me while holding me upright. The warm water cascading over us both as our sighs, groans and grunts echo off the tiled walls.
I feel like this is something I’ve missed out on for too long, but I know it wouldn’t feel right with anyone but Colton either.
Feeling my eyes widen as he keeps filling me, I’m amazed at how much of him there is, and greedily thrust down on all he has, taking all of him in one swift motion.
He swears again, gripping me harder by the hip with one hand while his other grabs my rear end, squeezing it tight and spreading my cheeks with each thrust as he starts to pleasure me properly.
“Mine,” he growls, his lip curling into the grin of a man who’s finally got what he wants and I can only reply by gripping him tighter inside me, rotating my hips as I grind down onto him.
In no time, we’ve both found a new spot inside me. A place that takes everything to the next level instantly.
I moan loudly, shuddering against him, suddenly feeling weakened by the intensity. Only because I know I’m its slave now. This feeling, I know I’ll crave it until my last breath.
“I want you to come for me, Jaydee… gonna… make you...come,” Colton vows, shifting his weight and putting both his hands under my rump, lifting me up and down onto his rock hardness so fast I don’t know which way is up.
I’m totally lost in him, his magnificent body and the magic he has over mine with it.
Almost as soon
as he tells me, I can feel the familiar sensation of my climax rising inside me and Colton grows harder than ever as we both hold each other’s intense gaze firmly.
“But not yet,” he says, commanding me again with his eyes and then his deep voice.
“You’ll come when you’re told. When I’m ready to put my seed in you, our children,” he says firmly, knotting his jaw and concentrating harder on delivering his exquisite gift deeper inside me.
I nod feverishly, whimpering loudly as I feel each thrust of my thick body against his drawing out the countdown to the climax I’m struggling to hold back.
I never knew anything could feel so good, so intense and so right between two people and I can see Colton feels the same way.
Sensing how close I am after some time, Colton growls with satisfaction, demanding me to tell him how bad I want it.
“Uh huh,” I stammer, breathless now. “Come in me Colton. I want it.”
He whispers something in my ear as he holds me closer than ever, but I can’t hear him. The intense ringing in my ears finally pops and I feel my whole body tighten and shiver as the rush of climax consumes me.
I jerk and twitch, clutching so hard at him I feel my nails digging into his back, making him growl louder and thrust a final time inside me as he fills me with his own release.
The shared sensation is like nothing I could have imagined, and I see spots of light explode behind my closed eyes until I open them, seeing Colton’s burning stare as he shivers, gasping and shaking his head in disbelief.
Neither of us are able to comprehend how something so intense is even possible, but totally amazed by it and so glad to share the experience.
He doesn’t have to tell me anymore, he doesn’t have to remind me, but I don’t mind when he does, It’s etched on my heart, my soul.
His name. I know I’m his.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Colton
I know I’m finally home.
Everything I’ve spent my whole life wondering about, looking for. It’s right here with me now, smiling up at me with those deep blue eyes.
She’s mine now, claimed good and properly, and even though she’s come once for me, we’ve both shared it. I know we both have plenty more where that came from. But I only want to tell her one thing.
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