Colson (The Henchmen MC Book 20)

by Jessica Gadziala

  So when he took off my shirt, there was nothing stopping his hands from closing over my breasts.

  But before I could really get lost in the sensation, he was walking me backward, nudging until I lowered down onto the bed, then reaching down, snagging my pants and panties, and pulling them down my legs.

  I could barely get used to the cool sensation skittering across my skin before he was bending my knees into my chest, then spreading them wide, pressing them onto the mattress as he lowered down.

  Anticipation was a live wire moving through my system, every nerve ending overly sensitive as Colson's lips pressed into the skin to the side of my knee, making slow—excruciatingly slow—progress upward.

  By the time his tongue traced the crease of my thigh, the pressure on my lower belly was borderline painful.

  "Colson," I whimpered, hands shamelessly grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him where I needed him most.

  His lips hovered over my clit, drawing in a breath, making cool air glide across me, before softly exhaling hot air.

  I nearly came right then and there.

  As it was, my legs shot out, folded up, trapped him between. As if he had any intention of moving away.

  He didn't.

  His tongue traced down my cleft, teasing around the entrance to my body for a long moment before folding and thrusting slightly in.

  "Colson, please," I whimpered, my hands grabbing the back of his head, my hips rocking up into him.

  His tongue slid out of me, moving upward, working slow circles around my clit, driving me right up to the edge, forcing me over.

  My whole body did a shudder with the orgasm, my back arching up, a strangled sound forcing its way out from between my lips.

  He moved away after, kissing up my hip, across my belly, his tongue tracing the line upward from my navel, then the swells under my breasts, making a shiver course through me.

  My body, so sated by the orgasm, started flickering once again with desire. Not just for release to the growing pressure inside, but to feel him. Over me, under me, inside of me, every which way I could possibly have him.

  His head shifted up, then his lips closed around my hardened nipple, sucking hard, and just at the peak of pleasure at the sensation, his lips released, his teeth sank in, sending white-hot heat over my nerve endings, a hissing moan escaping me. His tongue soothed over the bite marks as my shameless legs folded around his back, my hips writhing against him, needing more, needing everything.

  His lips pressed kisses over my collarbone, up the column of my neck, his tongue teasing my earlobe before kissing down my jawline, then sealing his lips to mine once again.

  Colson's body shifted, slipping off his boxers, then his arms going under mine, his weight pressing down, making his hard cock press into my belly, promising fullness, fulfillment.

  He kissed me like we had all the time in the world, like there was nothing else he'd rather do, before pulling away, pressing a kiss between my eyes, then pressing up a bit to look down at me.

  "We have to stop," he told me, voice a husky whisper.

  "No, we don't," I objected, shifting my hips, feeling his thick cock press against my cleft.

  "Babe, yeah, we do. I don't have a condom," he admitted, leaning down to nip at my lips.

  A little whimper of disappointment escaped me before memory struck, making my hand slap down on his shoulder.

  "Wait!" I said, smiling. "I think I might!" I told him, half twisting away to dig through my nightstand.

  I would worry later about the fact that he saw me battle bottles of period medicine, bars of chocolate, an assortment of hopelessly tangled jewelry, and two—yes two—vibrators in my search for the box.

  I'd bought them on New Years Day as some sort of symbol of what I wanted to attract into my life in that "New Year, New Me" bullshit mentality. Apparently, I wanted cock. As well as to stop eating carbs and buy my house.

  I caved and had a bowl of pasta three days into the new year.

  And after several months of a continued dry spell, I relegated the condoms to the back of my nightstand with all my hopes and dreams for orgasms provided by anything other than a battery-operated device.

  I did get my house, though.

  And I was about to get Colson.

  Two out of three.

  You couldn't complain too much about that.

  Besides, people who didn't like carbs were bizarre.

  "Yes!" I cheered, grabbing the box, producing it with a smile that hurt my cheeks, getting a matching one out of Colson as he pressed up, then back, sitting on his calves. my legs still loosely wrapped around him.

  He took the box from me ripping it open as I shamelessly let my gaze roam over him.

  The strong shoulders, the deep indents of his abdominal muscles, the delicious V that I had a strange urge to lick, and, finally, the hard swell of his cock.

  I could feel my sex tighten hard at the idea of him pushing inside me, stretching me to accommodate him.

  While he fished a condom out of the box, I planted my hands, pushing my body upward, sliding out from under him slightly so I could bend forward, slip his cock into my mouth.

  His whole body jolted as my lips closed around him, as my tongue traced over the head.

  Giving head had always been obligatory for me. Something you had to do if you wanted it back, or for special occasions, or because I didn't want to have sex, and he was in the mood.

  I don't ever recall being excited about it, completely initiating it. Let alone enjoying it.

  But there was no denying that was what was happening as I worked him as well as I could with my limited range of motion.

  I took in every sound of his breath rushing out, his hissed curses. I felt the way his hand clutched at the back of my head, desperate as I had been for release, as I was becoming once again.

  His fingers shifted, sinking into the hair at the nape of my neck, yanking backward until his cock slid from my mouth.

  My gaze rose, looking up at him, seeing his chest heaving, his lips parted, his eyes heavy-hooded.

  His hand slid from my hair to frame my jaw, his thumb moving out to stroke over my puffy lower lip before his hand continued down my neck to land on my shoulder, pushing until I pressed back on the mattress.

  He slipped on the condom, tossed the box onto the nightstand, planted his arms and lowered down, claiming my lips again.

  It started slow and sweet, this kiss, but it wasn't long until we were both too far gone for softness, for exploration, for patience.

  Need was a clawing thing in my lower belly, an aching between my thighs.

  Our lips crushed, teeth scraped, tongues battled, as my nails raked down his thigh, as my hips ground upward against him.

  Colson's weight balanced on one arm as the other moved downward, grabbing my leg, hiking it up as his hips shifted, the tip of his cock pressing against me.

  His lips ripped from mine, waiting for my eyelids to flutter open, then he was surging inside me with one deep thrust.

  My mouth opened on a silent moan as my hand curled into his shoulder, my walls tightening around him, my hips shimmying, testing out the feel of him.

  But there was no time for exploration.

  We were both too needy.

  He started moving slowly, with deep, careful thrusts, trying to make good on his promise not to rush.

  But I had made that demand before I knew what having him inside would do to me, make me mindless and desperate.

  My hands roamed down his back, sinking into his ass.

  "Faster," I demanded, grinding up into him when he pressed deep, doing little circles to create the perfect friction.

  On a sexy growling noise, Colson pushed up, moved back until he was sitting back on his calves again, hands digging into my hips, using them to drag my body up and down his thighs.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  As he thrust forward, making me feel every inch of him even as we got lost in the need for r
elease.

  We seemed in sync as his hand moved to grab my arm even as I was pushing upward. I moved onto his waist, arms going around the back of his neck as I started to ride him.

  Faster, harder, without any thought to prolonging it, just needing release, wanting to bring him with me.

  His hands moved down my body, sinking into my ass, dragging me against him, getting a better, more consistent rhythm, allowing my body to drive upward, to teeter on that edge.

  "Come, Eva," he demanded, jaw tight, voice deep.

  My hips did one more grind and I felt it, a deep, hard pulsation where our bodies met that exploded outward until it overtook me completely.

  Colson's hand grabbed the back of my neck, pressing my mouth to his shoulder to muffle my cries as the orgasm shattered me apart.

  It was on the tail-end of my orgasm that his hips slammed up into me, his cock planting so deep it pinched as his body tightened, as he groaned out my name as he came.

  I don't know how long we stayed like that, bodies clinging, sweat drying, breathing going from ragged to slow and steady.

  But by the time Colson started to pull away, my thigh muscles were screaming as I tried to slip backward onto the bed, my hands running up and down the sore muscles.

  Colson hopped off of the bed, walking into the master bathroom.

  That was what had originally sold me on the townhouse. It was between this one and a standalone house, but the other one only had one full bathroom.

  And, well, I don't know what you know about sharing a bathroom with a teenage boy, but let's just say, the master bathroom all to myself was the deciding factor for me.

  He came back out a moment later, giving me a soft, tired smile as he moved onto the bed, at my feet, reaching out to chafe my thigh muscles.

  "They'll get used to it," he told me, cocky little smile pulling at his lips. I couldn't even be mad about it. He'd earned that smile. "Like anything else, these muscles adjust to the new regimen."

  "Plan on working me out a lot, huh?" I asked, reaching up to grab his arm, pulling him down at my side.

  "Every fucking chance I get," he confirmed, smile bright.

  "Well," I said, resting my head on his chest, draping my thigh over his hips, "that is the one kind of exercise I can get behind, I guess."

  In response to that, Colson's hand slapped down hard on my ass, the sound echoing off the walls in the very quiet house, making me momentarily worry about being overheard.

  By Jacob.

  By my mom.

  By Ashley.

  But, I reminded myself, it was the middle of the night. Really, it was closer to sunrise. Everyone was fast asleep.

  I was tired too. Exhausted, really. But this moment felt warm and sweet and special, and I wasn't ready to let it slip away yet.

  My fingers traced across his chest, his shoulder.

  "We should talk about the elephant in the room,." I said after a long, cozy minute.

  "The elephant?" Colson asked, fingers pausing in their exploration of my spine.

  "And by elephant, I mean my vibrator collection in the nightstand," I said, getting a rumbling chuckle out of Colson. "No need to be intimidated by them," I teased. "They will go into retirement now that I have you. You're way better."

  "Nah," he said, hand moving once again to my ass, giving it a squeeze. "You already come hard. I think we should use one on your clit while I fuck you," he told me, and my sex tightened impossibly at the idea. "Maybe one morning after the kids go off to school. And your mom is watching something very loud on TV," he added.

  My smile was huge at his words.

  Not just at the promise of multiple orgasms.

  But of futures.

  Of plans.

  As in the beginning stages as we were, it was nice to know we were on the same page about where this was going.

  Somewhere special.

  I had always been a little too practical for the idea of happily ever afters. They seemed nice in theory, but unlikely in reality.

  That said, as I drifted off to sleep with Colson's arms around me, his chest rising and falling beneath me, I went ahead and let myself dream just a little bit.

  FOURTEEN

  Colson

  We woke up in a tangle of limbs.

  It was something I honestly didn't ever recall waking up to before.

  Sex had never been an overnight kind of thing for me in the past.

  Sure, I'd woken up with Eva several times at this point, but this time was different.

  Honestly, I never understood the hype about sex before. Yeah, in the moment, it was great. Everyone got off. But afterward, it always just felt hollow.

  I guess because, in the past, the experience had always been empty, soulless.

  That was not the case with Eva.

  Being with her wasn't just about both of us getting off—though we did, and hard—but it was almost as though it was an extension of feelings we'd already been building.

  Cheesy? Maybe. But also true.

  Waking up with her like this was unexpectedly nice. I could get used to it. I wanted to get used to it.

  "Nope, not yet," Eva grumbled, feeling me start to shift. "You're warm. And we only got a couple hours. Besides," she went on, turning her head to look up at me, "my thighs don't seem to be hurting as much this morning," she said, smile devilish.

  "No? Well, we should do something about that then," I said, hands starting to slide down her back, heading for her ass. What can I say? I was fond of that particular feature of hers.

  "Hey, are you guys done screwing yet?" a voice called through the door. "Because the boy-child is waking up. And the girl-child is on her way to be dropped off. We don't want them to be scarred for life by hearing their parents bumping uglies."

  "Who the hell is that?" Eva asked, eyes going round.

  "That would be Gus," I told her, smiling. "That's West's spitfire. And also Huck's pain in the ass baby sister."

  "Oh, right. Ashley said she would be coming."

  "We'll be right out, Gus," I called, patting Eva's ass before she climbed up off of me, eyes regretful.

  "There'll be time for that later," I promised her as I climbed off the bed, fetching my boxers and tee.

  "You're heading over to your place." It wasn't a question.

  "To grab some clothes, definitely."

  "Jelly will want to be home."

  "That depends."

  "On?"

  "If you happen to have syrup in the house," I told her as she pulled a sweatshirt on, reaching in her dresser drawer for panties." She will want to be here if we are making French toast. I have the bread, but am out of syrup."

  "What kind of self-respecting pantry runs out of syrup?" she asked, giving me a judgmental shake of her head. "That would be like running out of potato chips."

  "Or Cosmic Brownies?" I added, watching as she turned back, clutching her chest.

  "Don't even joke about that. The heavens would weep. I would weep!" she said dramatically, breaking off to a girlish giggle. "I make some mean French toast," she told me. "And I can raise you some killer homemade hash browns to go with it."

  "It's a deal," I told her reaching for her chin only to have her twist away.

  "You're hot and all, but not hot enough to make me forget about having morning breath," she told me, eyes dancing as she moved into her bathroom.

  "Alright. I will be back. Fresh breath and all," I told her.

  "Oh yeah, that's right, talk dirty to me," she said, fanning herself with her hand.

  "I might even floss," I quipped.

  "Oh, you filthy beast. Get out of here before I rip those clothes back off again," she teased, giving me another of those giggles before closing the bathroom door.

  I stood there for a long moment, smiling goofily at the closed door.

  That right there was one hell of a woman. To handle all the shit she did in her life, and still be able to smile and laugh and joke around, that was really fucking incredible.
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br />   I had the strange urge to protect it at all costs.

  On that very new thought, I turned and made my way out to find Gus standing in the hall, leaning against the wall as Jacob came walking out of his room, eyes bleary.

  "Who are you?" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

  "Ah, the tooth fairy?" Gus said.

  "He's a teenager, Gus," I told her, smiling.

  "Oh, how am I supposed to know when they stop believing in made-up shit? Does he still believe in trickle-down economics?" she asked.

  "You're Huck's sister," Jacob surmised.

  "Ew," she said, wrinkling her nose at him. "I thought I got away from everyone knowing who I was by my relation to Huck by moving out of Florida."

  "Who are you kidding, Gus? Everyone knows Huck because of your wild-ass reputation," I told her, getting a smirk.

  "Well, when you're right, you're right. Alright. I have to do Maeve's makeup," she said, turning to go into Eva's mother's room.

  "Ah, I don't know if you're supposed to be putting makeup on her."

  "Funny, I didn't ask you," she said, giving me a saccharine smile as she closed the door.

  "Morning, Jacob," I said, nodding to him.

  "Morning. How's Mom?"

  "She's better. I think she will want to talk to you after she takes her shower. Jelena and I are going to come over for breakfast in a bit. If that's alright with you," I added.

  "I, uh, yeah. That's fine."

  "Great. I'll see you in a bit," I said, jogging down the steps, going out onto the front porch.

  I had just reached my door when I heard Freddie's car pull into the drive.

  Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath.

  Damnit.

  I wanted to get inside and dressed before Jelly got there. I wanted to ease her into the idea of me and Eva having something going on before she saw me sneaking out from her house first thing in the morning.

  This sure felt like one of those "God laughs at your plans" things.

  "Dad!" Jelly shrieked, racing up the steps, giving me a hug. It wasn't the same kind of over-the-top, never-let-go hugs of her childhood, but it was still a good one.

  "Hey, baby girl. I missed you."

  "I missed you too."

  "You little liar," Freddie accused, tsking her tongue. "She spent every waking moment doing martial arts training with anyone who would grapple with her. She barely noticed you weren't there."