by Liv Morris
“Well, you got what you wanted all along, didn’t you, Colin?” The venom in Joe’s voice was undeniable.
“What are you talking about?” Colin asked.
Colin had turned to face Joe while edging away from me toward the side of the table. I was afraid of what he might have done to Joe. He was beyond upset.
“You know what I’m talking about,” Joe hissed. “You have my sloppy seconds and a whore’s son to raise.”
The next few seconds seemed to go in slow motion as Colin flew around the table and drew back his fist. I knew what was going to happen as he made his way to Joe. The next thing I heard was a simultaneous sound of a smack, a thud, and what might have been bones being crushed.
I stood up from my chair, shocked as all hell broke loose. Joe had fallen to the floor and his attorneys gathered around him, shielding him from Colin. I ran to Colin’s side, trying to pull him off Joe.
“You’re going to pay for this, Colin.” Joe spit out a mouthful of blood. “You deserve that whore and her bastard child. Who knows? It’s probably yours anyway.”
“You’d better shut up, Joe,” I warned. Byers called for Mindy on the desk interoffice phone, and told her to bring paper towels from the lounge, stressing the word, lots.
“I’m not raising a bastard child and you know it!” Colin yelled. “You’re the only bastard in this room. What a sorry fuck up you are.”
I clung to Colin and wrapped my arm through his punching arm. We’d had enough violence for one day. He’d stood up for our child and me. I couldn’t believe I could say that now, but it was true. Colin would be my baby’s father.
“Don’t even think of pressing charges.” Colin voice was steely. Not an ounce of emotion in them. “Press releases have a strange way of popping up when one least expects them. Really funny how that works.”
A silent Joe lay on the ground in front of us, defeated and cowering. It was a picture in my mind that would never be forgotten.
“Let’s go, Ms. Parker.” Colin pulled me away from Joe and his attorneys. Jensen watched from afar, talking animatedly into his phone while giving us a thumbs up as we walked to the door.
“I think we have a bit of unfinished business back at the hotel,” Colin whispered into my ear, and a shiver of anticipation ran through me. His seductive words worked as an aphrodisiac, and I was thankful the hotel was just a block or two away. If I weren’t pregnant, I would have run the distance.
“Lead the way.” The thought of what awaited us made my blood race through my veins. I wasn’t sure how long this body of mine would hold out. I think I was operating on adrenaline at this point. If I could just keep it together and not give in to the exhaustion, I was pretty sure Colin would make it worth my while. Those kisses he’d given me earlier still lingered on my lips, neck, and behind my ear. They were truly wicked and lethal.
“Jensen, I think we’re finally finished here, don’t you agree?” Colin crossed over to Jensen and extended his hand. “I have to say this one more time. I hope I never need your services again.”
“Me too, Colin,” Jensen agreed. “But this time, I’m pretty sure they brought you the best thing in your life.”
“Indeed.” Colin and Jensen shook hands, and I thanked him, but before I could extend my hand, Colin had me out the door and clambering down the hallway. He was a man on a mission, and I was certain that mission was me. Lucky, lucky me.
9
Kirsten’s Turn
Giggling and holding hands like a couple of silly lovesick teens, we walked back to the hotel. We didn’t say much to one another. I think the promise of what was going to happen once we got there kept us quiet with goofy smiles on our faces.
We’d won today and it was time to celebrate. Once we arrived at the hotel, Colin nearly slid me across the marble floors of the lobby. I didn’t want to waste a second. The tension rose as we rode the elevator up with another couple. When we got off at our floor, he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me like a small child. Instinctively, my hands went around his neck, and then his lips found mine.
“Reach into my suit coat pocket. The one on my left side, sweetheart. I think you’ll find our room key.”
I searched the inside of his jacket, felt the keycard resting there, and pulled it out. My fingers ran across its outline. I turned in his arms and pushed the key into the slot. The green light appeared and Colin pushed down the door handle.
Oddly enough, he only put his foot into the room, using it to hold the door open. I couldn’t figure out why he didn’t want to enter the room. We had both been hell-bent on getting in there to mess up those sheets.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I need to ask you something before I carry you across this threshold.” He bit his lip and lowered his head. Could he have been a little nervous? His actions weren’t the typical Colin I knew.
“What is it?” Surely he wasn’t having second thoughts. I couldn’t bear that today. “You’re starting to worry me.”
“Oh, please don’t worry, baby.” He kissed all over my face while pulling me a little tighter to his chest. I enjoyed his kisses, but I worried I was beginning to get too heavy for him.
“I want to ask you something I wish I could have asked you years ago.” He gazed into my eyes. They were so intense, full of fire, and mixed with a love I couldn’t deny.
“Will you marry me, Kirsten? I want to make us—you, me, and the baby—an official family.”
“Of course, I’ll marry you.” I tightened my arms around him while pressing my lips against his. My sweet and beautiful man. “But right now, I’m dying to get into our room. I don’t think I can wait another second. These pregnancy hormones . . . they’re brutal and making me as horny as hell.”
“Say no more, sweetheart. I’m at your service tonight.”
Colin used his foot to push the door fully open. I heard it slam shut as he carried me to the bed. The room was dim, giving it a sexy ambiance, and I was thankful. I wasn’t sure how much daylight I wanted streaming in on me. I doubted Colin had ever seen a seven-month pregnant belly without clothes on, and I didn’t want to scar him for life.
He laid me across the bed, not letting my feet touch the floor. Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked up at him. His eyes were on fire and hooded. Their heat seemed to scorch me as he slowly browsed over my body.
“Lay back, Kirsten, and let me show you how much I love you. This is all about you. I want to thank you for letting me back into your life.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that. Laying back, I closed my eyes, letting the moment sink in. I was finally going to be with him. I tried to squelch all my insecurities, but it didn’t work. They floated around in my silly brain.
He removed my heels. I felt his fingers on my feet. Massaging them, pressing into the arches. This simple touch ignited me. I couldn’t close my eyes any longer. I needed to see him and let him see what he was doing to me.
“Colin,” I moaned. “I can barely hold myself together, and you’re only touching my feet.”
“Hush,” he whispered. “Concentrate on the pleasure, babe. Let it work through you.”
He moved up to my calves, stroking lightly. Even his light touch made me squirm, and I was not too proud to beg for more.
“I need you. Please, Colin.”
“Relax, babe.” He moved his hands to my thighs and slipped them under my dress. My breathing stopped as his finger grazed across my sex, touching me intimately, pressing into me and making me arch my back in a pleasurable pain.
“You’re killing me.”
“No, I’m going to make you come. It’s all right with the baby and all?” Sweet Colin. We’d never really had this discussion and right now, it was the last thing I wanted to think about.
“It’s more than fine and I’m more than ready. Please,” I panted as his fingers slipped inside my panties. “Don’t stop.”
His thumb found my clit and pressed against me, then began moving in a t
orturous circle. I was so close to coming, and we’d only just begun to make love.
“Too many clothes.” He stretched out beside me on the bed and kissed me on the lips as he reached behind me and gently pulled the zipper of my dress down. He rose to his knees next to me and slipped the dress down my arms. My black lace bra was exposed, rising and falling with my rapid breaths.
“Beautiful.”
His hands possessed me as they covered my breasts. My nipples became hard and ached for his touch. He began to pinch and pull them. I could hardly control myself.
“God, Colin. I feel like I could come with just this.”
“Not yet.” His voice was raspy with need. “I’ve just started to have fun with you.”
Holy crap. Just started? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a real non-battery operated orgasm. It might have been years. Joe had never given a shit about my needs once we were married.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this. I don’t think I can hold out long.”
He unhooked my bra.
“Love black lace, but I love these even more.” He kissed around my nipples, his tongue licking, teasing, driving me wild. I took his head in my hands, weaved my fingers through his hair, and pushed him into my breasts, demanding more.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
My body cried out as he answered my want with his teeth rubbing across a nipple. The feeling sent heat through me down to my sex. I wanted him. I wanted more. I was an aching mess of want.
He continued to suck on my nipples as he removed my dress. Colin was a good multitasker, and my dress found its place beside my bra on the floor. Now the only barrier between us was my panties. I cringed when I thought of how large my belly was.
“Colin, I hope my big belly isn’t a turn off. I would—”
“Not another word or thought. You’re sexy and beautiful. Lay back and let me show you.”
My panties joined their fellow brethren on the floor. And my eyes met Colin’s. I wanted to see if he was being truthful when he saw me fully nude. His eyes were dark and full of desire. So I had to believe he wanted me as much as I wanted him. His head dipped lower as I watched.
His lips landed on the top of my thighs and he pulled my rear to the edge of the bed. I couldn’t really see what he was doing, but I had a pretty good idea what was next.
Colin ran his fingers up my inner thighs as he pressed my legs open. Then I felt his tongue. Oh, God, his glorious tongue was against me and inside me. Flicking over me. I was so close, I had to ball the sheets up in my hands to keep from screaming like a lunatic.
When he placed his fingers inside me, my orgasm got even closer. He’d brought me to the edge and my legs began to shake.
“Let go,” Colin commanded as his tongue left my clit.
His tongue returned to find me again, but this time, it was joined with his lips. Those sweet lips began to suck on me and sent me falling. The pleasure was almost too much to handle. My screams were loud enough to alarm security. I’d never had an orgasm like this. It went on forever as he twisted his fingers around inside me and flicked my clit with his tongue.
Finally, my orgasm subsided, and truthfully, I was spent. I felt limp, lifeless. It was like every tense muscle in my body became Jell-O.
“Damn.” I giggled. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”
“That’s just a start.” Colin’s fingers started playing with me once again. Teasing. I was so sensitive where he lightly touched me and knew it wouldn’t take much to get me worked up again.
But I didn’t want it to be all about me. He needed this as much as I did. He confessed he hadn’t been with anyone in a year. Well, that drought was ending tonight, damn it.
“It’s your turn now.” A quizzical look came from his eyes. “Lie down.”
He hesitated and I had to get stern and bossy. “Now, mister. I have plans for you too.”
Gone was any self-consciousness on my part. I moved over his body completely nude. After all, he’d just had me in his mouth, there was no need for modestly at this point.
I started with his dress shirt. Button by button, I worked away, licking my lips and stopping a few times to kiss his newly exposed chest and abs. Hard and toned, I felt his muscles flexing under my lips. He hummed in pleasure as I continued to place kisses on his skin, but I had other ideas for my lips.
Once unbuttoned, I pushed the shirt off him, then removed his socks and pants as he helped.
He was down to his boxer briefs. My beautiful man. He appeared fully ready for me, filled out in all the right places, not a love handle in sight. Carved well and defined.
I’d seen him before, made love to him countless times. Granted, it was years ago, and he was a man now, but tonight, there was something totally different between us. All the past memories didn’t seem to count. They’d faded and felt like a lifetime ago. We were truly having a new beginning.
I found the waistline of his briefs, and he sucked in a breath as I felt under the elastic, stretching them and pulling them down over his erection. I licked the length of him, making him twitch. He was perfect. Tall, muscles, and all man. I could hardly stop staring at his perfection.
His hands laced through my hair and subtly guided me back to his erection. I licked and sucked. Listened to his throaty moans.
“Damn. I’m too close.” He pulled my head away. I looked up at him, confused. I didn’t really know what he wanted me to do next. I was willing to do just about anything. Well, anything my body would let me.
“Is it okay if you ride me?” His request was so sweet and sexy.
“Would you like that?” His eyes were glazed and heavy with desire.
“I want to be inside you so damn bad. I want you riding me if it’s okay.”
I gingerly straddled my legs on each side of his body as he helped to line himself up to me. When I felt him at my opening, I gently sank down, feeling him stretch me.
We were completely one, and it felt so empowering, I threw my head back and moaned. The feeling of him inside me was too much, and I couldn’t keep quiet if I tried. Then he started moaning too. We took a moment to adjust as my body took him in fully. Exquisite. Nothing better described the feeling. I began grinding against him.
He found my sensitive clit as I continued to work against him. His fingers were unrelenting. His touch was pure heaven, and soon, another orgasm came flying through my body, leaving me spent. I wanted to collapse onto his chest, but he wasn’t there yet. My arms started to shake from fatigue as they tried to hold me up.
“Oh, Kirsten. I’ve got you.” He rose up and placed his hands under my backside. My head pressed into his chest as he lifted, raising me up then bringing me back down. His rhythm became erratic as he drew close. Seconds later, his orgasm pulsed its release into me.
Afterward, we sagged against one another, trying to catch our breaths. He continued to rub my back with soft, tender caresses. But my arms were too lifeless to return the favor.
We fell back on our pillows and eventually spooned.
“Kirsten, my sweet, sweet Kirsten.” His words were barely a whisper, but in the silent room, I didn’t miss a single one.
“I love you, Colin.” I was practically asleep as I said his name. It was time to rest up for another round . . .
We had some catching up to do.
10
Kirsten’s Turn: Epilogue
My hospital room was serene with streams of light peeking through the sheer curtains. A nurse had just walked in to check on us. She took one look around her and knew all was well.
Colin was lightly snoring with sweet little Sydney tucked away in his large arms.
“How are you feeling this morning?” The nurse checked my vital signs as she spoke.
“A little sore, but I slept a few hours which makes me feel almost human.”
“You’re lucky to have him.” The nurse pointed over her shoulder to Colin while smiling warmly. “He�
��s a keeper.”
“Definitely.” She had no idea what we’d gone through to get to this moment. To her, we probably looked like a couple that had been together for years, planned a family, and brought our first child into the world, but our journey had been a long, winding road with lots of bumps.
“I think they’re going to bring some breakfast in soon. I can get you some coffee now if you’d like.” She smoothed down the sheets of my bed with a gentle hand.
“Coffee.” I hadn’t had a sip since I found the blue lines showing on the pregnancy strip. “That would be divine. Maybe with a touch of cream?”
“Coming up,” she said in a cheerful tone while she gathered her cart and wheeled it out of the room.
I sat back against the pillows and watched the two most important people in my life dozing peacefully. Looking at them made my heart swell and I couldn’t help tearing up.
Colin had been there for me since the first night I saw him at the Love Handles Club. It was his strength that got me through some very dark days.
I knew he would be there for Sydney and me no matter what we faced.
The nurse pushed open the door and entered carrying two cups of coffee.
“Thought I’d bring one for the father. If he wakes up in time to have it hot.” Her voice traveled through the room and Colin stirred.
“Looks like he’s awake.” My gaze found Colin’s. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning,” he mouthed, then leaned over to kiss Sydney on the forehead. He motioned with his head for the nurse to bring him a cup of coffee too. He also gave her that full-on grin that made women defenseless. The nurse smiled and looked down for a split-second.
Yes, he still had the touch, but now that touch was reserved for only me.
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