by ChaShiree M.
“Ahhhhhhhhh…. Colton….”
Molten lava. Holy fuck. A laser just shot through my body when he puts his teeth on me. For crying out loud. I cursed. Sure, it was in my own head, but still.
“Now pipe down and let me see if your asshole is wet. Yep, look at that. Your little pussy is weeping into your asshole. Now there is not a part of you that isn’t wet and glossy for me.” I turn my head to hide it in the pillow. Do people really do this?
“Oh no baby. Don’t hide from me. There is nothing for you to be ashamed of. Anything we do in our bed is right, because we will both enjoy it. You understand me?” I nod my head, because I am so far gone needing him to do something that I will agree to anything right now.
“Now I am going to kiss you there, baby.”
Oh...ooooooo…...what the hell…. he is French kissing me down there. Do the French really do this? OMG. His tongue dips in and out of my hole and I feel on the verge of delirium. My legs are shaking. I almost think I am having a seizure, because my mind, eyes, breath, heart and body cannot focus right now. I need everything from him.
“Fucking sugar cane is what you have down here little Kea. My mouth is going to be raw by the time I finish licking all this sweetness out of you. Look at your clit playing peek a boo. Don’t worry little Kea. I see you.”
“Colton. Colton please.”
He begins to lap over and over again, swiping from front to back. It is easily the most overwhelming pleasure I have ever felt. When I finally decide to let go, I know I have given him the last of my defenses with this orgasm.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh…. Colton I can’t. It's too much.”
“It’s ok baby. Let it go. Give it to me. I want all that you hold inside, so I can replace it with everything from me, Kea. Cum.”
And with that command, I give it all away. He continues to suck and lick my pussy as I come down from wherever he sent me. The last thing I remember is him pulling me against him and saying, “sleep, my little mama. Sleep.”
Chapter 8
KEA
I wake to the light outside leading me to believe that I haven't been asleep long. It is not until I glance at the clock to my left, that I know I have slept for about 17 hours. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about everything that transpired the day before. Even though I am still feeling a bit miffed about another woman showing up, obviously with some sort of claim on him considering she has a key to his place. I can only think about the things he did to my body and the way he made me feel. It is just as I suspected. He is dangerous to my heart and mind. I have to get away from him.
“How long are you going to lay there trying to find a way out of what we are starting?” I jump, not realizing he is awake. Rolling over to look at him first thing in the morning is a mistake. He looks so hot surrounded by the morning light.
“I don’t need to try to find a way out. Another woman walking into your house, like she has every right to with a key was a get out of jail free card. Why don’t you tell me about her?”
He looks stunned. It’s like he didn’t expect me to put it all out there. Ordinarily I wouldn’t. But all things considered, I have nothing to lose at this point. I also have nothing in the game. At least if I tell myself this enough, I will start to believe it.
“Little one, look at me.”
I refuse to look at him and get sucked in again. Every time I try to extricate myself from him, he finds me again. Both physically and mentally. I am aware he knows I am trying to shut him out, but he obviously doesn’t care. He rolls me over and gets on top of me forcing me to look at him. The only problem now, with his weight pressing me into the bed is, I can only focus on the feeling. Having him touch me, take me, and making me feel all of these delicious things. Looking in his eyes, I can imagine how lustful I look. I look down at his lips, which are mere inches from mine and lick my own. I realize I could simply lean up and my mouth would be on his. Giving and demanding as he gave to me.
Smirking in his arrogant know-it-all way, he leans down and kisses me soft and chastely. “I already explained who she is and isn’t. Stop looking for excuses.”
“She is in love with you.” I say softly. My heart feeling a sort of kindredness to her. I know what’s it’s like to be caught up in his orbit. Hell, I can’t escape despite my fear. He rolls his eyes at me in disbelief.
“Even if that was true it doesn’t matter. I have all I need.”
Freaking swoon worthy asshole. Rolling my eyes in mock annoyance, I try to roll out from under him, because as ‘fun’ as this is, I have to get up and get ready for work. The incredible hulk however refuses to move.
“Why are you still running Kea. You gave yourself to me last night and though I didn’t take you it was very much real and legit. Might as well go with it now babe.”
“First of all, you cannot hold anything I said while under the influence against me. Second, I don’t date for a reason. I don’t have the luxury of changing my outlook on life, and nor do I want to. I have worked hard, Colton to become strong enough to live with my lot in life and not to be bitter and/or scared. You…. you are dangerous to everything I have worked for because…...” I hesitate for a second because I am revealing so much, but it is the only thing I can think of to maybe reach him. Enough where he can see why this is not a good idea.
“Tell me baby.”
The tear tracks on my face as I look at him are my final defense. “You have the power to destroy my heart.”
With that I roll from under him, grab my bag, and go into the bathroom to get ready. As soon as the door is closed, I turn on the faucet, fall to the floor, and cry for the life I can feel within my reach, but just can’t see.
I have no clue how long I sit on the floor, but when the hiccupping finally subsides and I feel I can finally pretend to be ok, I get up and get dressed. I have found every way possible to try to stall leaving the bathroom, but when I have finally used up all of the time, I can afford to I walk into the bedroom and find him gone.
Taking a deep breath and feeling grateful for the reprieve, though I know it temporary, I put my shoes on and steel myself to descend the stairs. It feels weird to be going in on a Saturday, but I have to get to the end of the month reports done. Walking into the kitchen I don’t see Colton anywhere. Heading to the coffee maker my phone rings. Hmm. Ace.
“Good morning Ace. What can I do for you?”
“Kea. I was making sure you were going to come here first before going to see Cole.”
“Oh of course. I have to get the pass from you anyway.” The one time a month you can find all of at the office on a weekend.
“Oh. Right. How was your night?” Ooook…...weird convo heading my way.
“My night was fine. Thanks for asking Ace.”
Out of nowhere I hear a growl in my ear and goosebumps ripple down my spine. My body shudders a bit and I have to close my eyes to regain my focus.
“Ok Ace. I will see you in a bit.” I ramble off real fast and hang up. Last thing I need is more questions I will have to answer right this very moment with McGruff standing over me. Off to the side Colton is mumbling under his breath, something akin to ‘no the hell you will not’...something about needing to mark me, some more, so people know I am taken. The funny thing about that is, when I was getting dressed, I noticed he put a gigantic hickey on my neck as it is. What more can he do?
“Well I’m off. I will see you later, big guy.” I say this as I race out the door, not giving him a chance to derail my exit any further.
I take a cab to make the ride faster and less stressful for me. What I didn’t count on the whole ride, is me sitting and fantasizing about the life I could have. But it is not just ‘a life’ anymore that I see. It is a life with Colton.
Walking into my office, I go straight to Ace to get my pass for Cole.
‘Good morning Ace. How was your ride in?” He eyeballs me a bit harshly and I feel like I am about to be berated for something. He once again shocks the hell out of me.
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nbsp; “Apparently not as good as your night.” It’s when I track his eyes to my neck that remember I didn’t have any concealer to hide it. Darn it.
“Oh that? Just an allergic reaction to some perfume. Can I get my pass? I am anxious to see him and get back. I have a ton of files.”
He hands me the pass but continues to stare at the monstrosity on my neck. Feeling a bit fidgety under the scrutiny, I attempt to pull my collar up. Finally exhaling when I walk out of his office, I first go into my friend Ashlei’s.
“Hey girlie. Whats up?”
“Nothing. Weird morning. First Colton, now Ace.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me and shimmies her chest.
“Look at you, go girl. Well, it is no secret that Ace has been into you since...well forever.”
“I don’t get it. And don’t have time for it. You know?”
“Of course, you don’t. You have mister overgrown hot pants down your undies.” She says with a giggle. I pick up a paperclip and toss it at her in mock indignation.
“You are so bad, Ash. Look, I gotta go see Cole. See you when I get back. Lunch?”
“Sounds good.”
“Awesome. See you then.”
I run out the door anxious to get to the children's center. I have an appointment with the social worker to look into a couple of things and I do not want to be late. I feel more hope and optimism than I have in a long time. Everything I want is within my grasp and finally I am reaching for it. Well with the exception of one thing. I guess the question is ...when will I stop running from that?
Chapter 9
COLTON
It has been a hell of a 24 hours. I finally get Kea where I want her and fucking Andy walks in. The messed up part is that I only have myself to blame, because I have been procrastinating on asking for the keys back. I didn’t want to offend her, and now because of the situation I had to do it in the worst way. I know I am going to have to call her and smooth things over. She is one of my oldest and closest friends. Plus, I want everyone to meet my woman.
But first I need Kea to stop running from me. She is literally one of the most exasperating and stubborn women I have ever met. If she is not careful, I am going to throw her over my shoulder, drug her, and make her marry me. It might seem far-fetched, but in my line of work anything is possible.
My mind starts to drift to last night and the fog I had her in. Fuck it felt good to get her submission. She was practically vibrating in my arms when I went down and licked her pussy. Fuck! Just thinking about it now makes my dick drip.
Shit! I need to get myself together. I have a full fucking day.
Walking over to the coffee maker for my second cup of the day, I grab my phone and call into my company to check on things. I use the twin’s compound for transport and medical. But my own company is where I get the jobs from. I started Nighthawk Security Services right out of the 46 and brought my guys with me.
We do the same thing as the twins with the difference being that we don’t have a safe house to take them to after we retrieve them. That is where the twins come in.
“Drake. What's going on? Did the girl makes it off with her parents ok?” Though his primary job has been to guard Kea since the moment I rescued her, he is still my operations manager if you will. He has the communication for every one of our men with him at all times, as well as information on their missions, and any possible threats. I don’t know what I would do without him. I am not a logistics person. Frontlines is where I belong. Though, I am going to have to rethink that now.
“Yeah. She was a bit withdrawn, but she left with them after a bit of help from Laser.” he answers bringing me back.
“Shit! I forgot Laser was due back. Is he in one piece?”
Laser is my Britt. I met him on a mission in Aruba. He was there with MI-6 looking for a fugitive rogue agent, who was indicated in a sex ring run by some dignitaries from Europe. When said agent got off on a technicality having something to do with Diplomatic immunity, Laser went apeshit and took the fucker out from a rooftop 150 feet away. After that, he left MI-6 and joined me here. Said he couldn’t deal with the politics letting these fuckers off.
“Yeah. He’s cool. You know Laser. He comes back a little more harder than when he left, but he always corrects himself.”
“Did he retrieve the target?”
“Yes and dropped her off at home.”
“Solid. When do the rest come in?”
“Rec is back stateside. But you know he needed to see Becca and his daughter first. Fucking sap. I don’t know why he won’t marry that damn girl and bring them here. Instead of moping around the world with a permanent hard-on. Idiot.”
“You know Rec. And what about Digger?”
“Digger is still off the grid. If I haven't heard from him by tomorrow, I was gonna send the bird in.”
“Sounds good. Ok. Well I have to get dressed and go meet Tessa for lunch. You good? Need anything else?”
“Nah. How is Tessa? What is the latest on Damien?”
“Don't know. Gage has been tracking him. If something pops up, he will let me know.”
“Cool. Well brother, I will catch you later.”
I hang up and take a shower. The entire time I am getting ready all I can think about is Kea. Her face, smile, and fuck her luscious ass body. That woman is going to be the death of me.
When I make it to my parents’ house, my sister is already outside waiting on me. I smile as I get out of the car and open the passenger side door for her. She has been doing remarkably well since the incident that almost took her from us, and I can even see flashes of the old Tessa.
“So big brother, where are we going for lunch?”
“Since it has been so long, I thought we would go to the little Italian restaurant you love so much down the street and hang. What do you think?”
“I think that sounds perfect. You know I miss you when you’re not around big bro.”
My heart does a little staccato at her confession. My sister and I have always been close, even with our age difference and I feel guilty at her words. I am not around half as much as I would like. But the truth is when what happened to her happened, I felt so guilty that I decided to devote my life to stopping it from happening to anyone else. I needed to find the asshole that tried to make my sister a statistic.
“I know little guppy. I’m sorry. I will do better I swear.” She smiles at me and nods her head.
Once we get to the restaurant and get seated and order our food. I have to admit it's nice being here with her and getting some time alone.
“So, little guppy. How is therapy going?”
“Great. He thinks I might be well enough to stop altogether in a few weeks. Which brings me to the next thing. I would like to move out now Colt. I’m a fully-grown woman and I want to not live with mom and dad. I’ve been doing really well. I have friends and..” she hesitates to finish the rest of her sentence, which is a dead giveaway that I am not going to like what’s next. “I have been dating. Going out. It's time.”
I can't stop clenching my jaw when she mentions the word dating. What the fuck? My parents haven't told me anything about this. Neither has the fired, dead bastard that is supposed to be guarding her. Fucking knew I shouldn’t have put a newbie on her.
“Dating? Who the fuck have you been seeing? I need his name, age, address, height, and weight. Where does he work?”
“Colt calm down. This is why nobody’s told you. Stop it. It's time for me to move on. I will not be a victim anymore.”
Seeing her face so determined and mature makes my heart melt. It is hard to believe that a little more than two years ago she was a shell of a person. She met this guy named Damien when she was 17 years old. When they met and began dating, I was overseas on a three-month undercover mission. Apparently, he courted her for a while, took her nice places, and showed her something she had never seen. Then when he felt he had her, he took her to a club one night, roofied, and kidnapped her.
She was missing for
six weeks before I heard about it. The only reason I found out was because my friend Laird happened to be undercover in this ring and ran across her when he was searching for another girl. He found her in the back of the warehouse, chained to the wall, and high out of her mind. She had been raped repeatedly and beaten by different men at different times.
Needless to say, when word reached me, I was a mess. Laird wasn't able to retrieve her that night because it would have blown his cover, but he got word to my superior. He pulled me from the mission to tell me and gave me leave to go home. I was a fucking mess when I finally made it home. I couldn’t see past the red in my eyes to get my head together.
Not surprising, my Sergeant who knew me better than anyone sent Steele, Gage, and Blade right behind me. When they found me, I was a raging piece of shit. The one person I vowed to always protect, I let down the most because I was too busy saving others. They rallied me and together we found her. It has taken years of therapy to get her to where she is, and I don’t want to stop her progress. Now I am not so sure I should tell her anything about Damien being here. Will it set her back? I am going to have to think about this some more. But in the meantime, I am going to fire her security guy, and put Steel and Gage on her until I figure it out.
“I hear you guppy. Let me look into places. I will find somewhere with security and the ability for extra precautions. We will work something out. OK? I will call Luther when I leave and have him search.”
“Thank you so much Colt. Thank you.” She says as she gets out of her seat and hugs me. When she sits back down though, she has a mischievous look on her face.
“Tell me about the mystery woman who has managed to do the impossible? How did you two meet?” There is no way in hell I am telling her that.
“It's complicated, but all you need to know is that she is sweet, funny, beautiful, and she is going to be your sister-in-law. Soon. Don’t worry. You and mom will like her.”
