Keep It Together

chapter Twelve

“Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go.”

“Right. Holding on.”

Colt knelt on the bed, Chrissie’s bed, their bed, behind the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. Chrissie’s ass. He couldn’t seem to stop staring at it, even as he rolled the condom down his length. Round, full, womanly. It wasn’t the kind of ass normally seen in a magazine wearing a bikini, but those asses never turned him on like this one.

“Is everything okay back there?”

Colt lightly swatted her on the hip. “Yes, baby. Everything is more than okay. I was just taking the time to admire, that’s all.”

“Oh.”

He slid his hands up over the curve of her cheeks and tugged the camo blue panties down to her thighs. “I have to say I think the camo definitely makes me dizzy and addles my brain. It’s damn sexy on you.”

Chrissie wiggled her behind at him, and he would have sworn his cock grew another inch, he was so hard. “I should try on my camo overalls for you then. The ones I wear in the tree stand.”

“Do you have one of those? A tree stand? I’m not even sure what the hell one is, but I’m imagining all sorts of possibilities.” As he talked, he was trailing his fingers over her skin. Her back, her hips, her thighs, down her ass, and under her belly. The second he touched her p-ssy, fondling the wetness he found there, she started writhing. She was more sex kitten than he’d ever imagined her to be and an answer to a prayer he didn’t know he’d offered up.

“Th-there’s one out a ways into the woods. Goddamn, Colt.”

He understood exactly what she meant. He was already going to be hard-pressed to keep his cool before he got inside her, but once there… “You know, you come off as a sweet Southern country girl, but I’ve never met someone so hot in bed and unashamed of being aroused as you.”

“You’ve been dating the wrong women, then.”

“I can see that now. The city isn’t where I needed to be looking for what I wanted.”

“And what do you want now?” She slid herself around on his fingers. Her breath hitched, and her muscles started to tense. He knew she was close, and he needed to keep her on that edge, that cliff, until he got seated in her depths.

“You. Now, spread your knees as wide as you can with your panties binding you. Yes, baby. Good girl.” He didn’t stop teasing her, fingering her, just watched as her a*shole came into view. His cock jumped at the sight, ready, raring to go.

He slid his fingers in a line up from her p-ssy to her a*shole. The more he repeated the movement, the more she bucked and humped his hand. “Just do your best to stay as relaxed as you can.”

Anal sex was hot and tight and his guilty little pleasure. Not all women would allow it; not many who did even liked it. He had a feeling Chrissie would. He had a feeling Chrissie would like a lot of different sexual play.

He pushed his index finger against her hole. With as wet as she was, as coated with her juices as his fingers were, sliding it inside her took very little effort. It slipped in with relative ease, and the muscles clenched around it. “Baby?”

“Do it again.” She was breathless yet breathing heavy. He obliged her by pulling his finger out, tracing again the path from cunt to a*shole, and this time inserted his middle finger. It sank deeper, and when she pushed her ass up toward him, he slid his index finger in alongside it.

Some women needed an incredible amount of time to adjust to one finger, and even longer to adjust to two. Chrissie was bearing down and wiggling again.

“Do you want them out?”

“Feels weird. Good and too much at the same time.”

“In or out?”

“More.”

Colt leaned forward and kissed the globes of her ass, first the right, then the left. He pulled his fingers out, slowly, then inched forward, sliding his cock under her until the head stroked against her p-ssy. Precum along with the lube he’d added prior to touching her mixed with her wetness, and the glide was smooth as silk.

He brought her to the edge again, and wanted so badly to push her over. “Ready?”

“Oh, please, yes,” she said on an exhale. “I need to come, Colt.”

“I know you do. And you will. I promise.” He positioned his cock. As he started forward into her ass, he reached around her waist and down between her legs. “When you need me to stop, tell me.”

Her hands gripped the headboard until her knuckles turned white. Perspiration coated her body. Her panties were down around her knees. Her blonde hair was in a messy ponytail at the back of her head. She was uncontrolled, in heat, and giving her virgin ass to him.

She didn’t tell him to stop, but he went so slow, he thought stopping might be less torturous. He wanted to bottom out, then f*ck like a madman, but he refused to hurt her, refused to rip the tender tissue. He needed this to be pleasant and pleasurable and as addicting for her as it was for him.

Every few seconds he held still, letting the fluttering of her muscles tease him, letting her adjust.

When he was all the way in, he did stop. She was breathing even heavier, and her bottom muscles trembled as they adjusted to the invasion. “Chrissie? Baby?”

She worked her hands up the headboard where they’d slid down, and pulled herself up. “I’m…fine…but if you don’t move, if you don’t…” She pushed her backside into his pelvis. “If you don’t f*ck me and make me come, so help me…”

Colt chuckled in spite of the serious tone of her voice. “My dick is in your ass, and you’re threatening me?”

“Damn right. God… It’s so full, overflowing. Colt, please… Don’t make me beg.”

“Would you? Beg?” He pumped his hips forward in small movements that made her groan.

“Y-yes. I’ll shoot you too if you don’t get on with it.”

“Demanding little girl, aren’t you?” But damn, he loved every bit of her. And he’d give her what she wanted. Keeping his fingers on her *, he inched out of her ass, then met the backward thrust of her hips with a forward one of his own. This back and forth, give-and-take f*cking was not what he’d expected for her first time with anal sex, but maybe it should have been.

She wasn’t shy about what she wanted sexually, and if it felt good enough for her, if it was giving her what she wanted and needed, then he’d match whatever pace she set, and she set a quick, single-minded one. Her own release was what drove her. He could see it in the movement of her hips and how she made her * rasp over his fingers. His cock moved easily inside her ass and she took him on a ride.

And dear God, it was the best damn trip he’d ever taken.

The undulating of her body, the brush of her bottom against his stomach, then the clutch and release of her muscles surrounding him. She was tight, hotter than Texas in August, and she was his. Her ass fit him like a glove, and she was wearing him out.

“Colt.” She whispered his name, gasped it until she cried. Her orgasm shook her entire body and choked the f*ck out of his dick. She shuddered, and her body couldn’t stop—wouldn’t stop—spasming.

“Right here, baby.” He lowered himself over her body, worked her bra hooks free, then slid his hands under her. He cupped her tits in his palms, and she shuddered again. As she started to quiet, to ease up on him, he pulled almost all the way out, then plunged in.

He took her ass hard for the few seconds he had before his balls drew up and emptied through the head of his cock. He licked at her skin, tasted the saltiness of her sweat, listened through her back to the pounding of her heart. “I definitely think it’s the camo.”

Beneath him, she giggled, then outright started laughing. Nothing in the world that he’d ever experienced was more perfect, and he was more than grateful that his brother had been an unmitigated fool and let her go.

* * * *

“I have something for you.”

The man gave her more than she could ever possibly have imagined wanting in bed that she didn’t need anything else outside it. Except maybe sleep. He wore her the hell out. “What?” she inquired on a yawn.

Colt pulled a box out from the bottom of his suitcase. “Well, if that’s how you feel, I’ll leave these until tomorrow.”

“I’m tired, and my ass is sore. I just wanna lay here, close my eyes, feel you in bed with me again finally.”

“I can get on board with that. You’re right. The cookies can wait.”

One eye opened. “Cookies?”

Colt slowly started to put them back in his suitcase. “Yeah. Brought a batch made just this morning because I thought it would be special for you, but you’re tired and need rest. They can wait.”

Both her eyes were open now, and she was leaning up on one elbow. “Colt?”

“Hmm?”

“Bring me the cookies.”

“No, no. You go on to sleep. I’ll put them in the kitchen and lock up downstairs.”

“No, no. You’ll bring me the cookies.”

“Eating in bed is a bad idea.”

“I’ve eaten in worse places.”

“Go on to sleep, baby.” She was out of the bed and had the box of cookies snatched out of his suitcase before he could turn around. She laughed as he spun in a circle to see her holding the prize against her chest. “They’re probably crushed by now.”

“Don’t care. You brought them for me, so you don’t get to keep them away from me.” She crawled back into the bed, arranged herself cross-legged, and opened the box. The scent of chocolate and creamy sugar wafted up, and she inhaled. “I love you,” she said, the words reverent with meaning.

“Me or the cookies?”

“Umm. I meant the cookies, but yeah, you too.”

“Brat.” Colt stole a cookie from the box and sat across from her, also cross-legged.

“You. Of course you.” She nibbled at the edges of a chocolate pyramid, then scraped the cream off with her teeth. “It’s like a fairy tale. The Huntress and the Cookie Maker.”

“I suppose it is.”

“How can it feel so right? A year ago I was engaged to a man who I never felt this with.”

“When it’s right, it’s right. I know it in my soul this, you and me, is right.”

“These cookies are right too,” she added before she stuffed the rest of her cookie in her mouth. She swallowed and looked down, toying with another. “I know it’s right. I don’t know how I know it, I just do. It feels different, incredible. I don’t want to lose it even though it’s whirlwind and too wonderful.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to leave you. Do you know why?”

“Because I’ll hunt you down and steal all your cookies and shoot you in the leg so you can’t chase me?”

“You and the damn cookies.”

“You and the damn bras and panties.”

“Fine. See? We each have a fetish.” He reached out and swiped a few crumbs from the corner of her mouth. “No, because I love you. I know it as sure as I know my name.”

“I guess I was correct, then.”

“About what?”

“When I said I should have married you instead.”

“Yes. You were. And yes, you will.”

“Can we…” She hesitated and lowered her gaze to the box of cookies.

“Can we what?”

“Have a cookie cake?”

“And here I thought you were going for serious when all you want…” He shook his head in mock disappointment. “Yes. Yes, we can have a cookie cake. We can have anything you want as long as I can have you.”

Chrissie picked up a cookie and held it out to him, a smile full of love on her lips. He reached for it, but before he could grasp it, she crumbled it in his lap.

“What the—”

It wasn’t until she got to her knees and lowered herself over the box and placed her head in his lap that he moaned his understanding. Chrissie smiled as she licked at the chocolate and cream cookie bits, smiled as he fisted his hand in her hair and dragged her up the length of his cock, smiled as he lay back and guided himself into her mouth, smiled because she was getting married, getting a cookie cake and a man who would help her keep it all together when she flew apart and went in search of ammunition.

Oh yes, she thought, licking a line up the underside, up the throbbing vein, this was definitely a man worth smiling about.