what’s coming next. I protest, “Sweetheart, I wanted to make you feel good right now. Don’t feel you have to do this.”
She gives me a dirty look before saying, “I never feel like I have to do this, but I definitely want to.” She slides down my zipper and caresses my stomach before moving lower. “I love to touch you, Colin. I need to feel close to you and having my mouth on you is one of the times I feel the closest. I love when you look at me while I do it.”
Having a hard time even breathing, I tell her, “Do whatever you want then, baby.” Delighted, she smiles at me and starts caressing me until I beg her, “Please, sweetheart, I need you to take me in your mouth now.” With a long pause, she looks up at me, and I see all the love and need I feel in my heart echoed in her eye before she takes me in her mouth.
I groan with pleasure and need as she uses her tongue to caress me while her mouth moves up and down in a rhythm that has me on the edge in seconds. “Sweetheart, you can pull back. I can’t hold back any longer.” But she continues with what she doing, and I groan as she takes everything that I have to give.
A little while later, I’m holding her to me, and nervous, I ask her, “Did you like Decker at one time, sweetheart? Cause normally you have no patience with guys that hit on you.”
She sighs, and I can tell that I’m not going to love the answer on this one. “Before I met you, I thought I did like him, Colin. He was a foster kid with no parents to care, and an attitude that was similar to mine and Wallace’s. I felt like I had some stuff in common with him even though he wouldn’t know it.
You know we met when I went to Wallace’s football camp one day with him, but I didn’t think about him a lot afterwards. And the next year, I met you, and I never thought about another guy again. You were it for me. But, hey, you can be pissed off about him. I would be.”
I pull her on top of me and look at her beautiful face with her full lips and bright eyes and think I don’t know what I’d do without her. I can’t even admit how attached I am to her smile or touch. I feel like I need her to fucking breathe.
When anything threatens us, I want to destroy it. And Stanton and I are going to have more problems, I know it. He doesn’t respect me or what Reagan means to me. And until he does, he’s going to be causing trouble. But I’m not the scared guy that was in awe of Wallace and Reagan years ago. I live in their world now, and I’m not intimidated or scared of anything or anyone. I’d beat the hell out of Stanton if he gave me the chance. He was never going to take my girl from me.
“Hey,” Reagan was looking at me concerned. “You looked a little tense there. Is everything okay, Colin? I know you were pissed earlier, but I’d thought we were okay now?” I pull her down with my hand on the back of her neck and kiss her again and again until she’s gasping for air. “Everything’s fine now, baby, I was just thinking how much I need you, and it always gets me worked up.”
She smiles at that and says, “Hey, just like I need you.” But in my head, I think, no not even fucking close to how I need you. But I don’t need to sound like a psycho by trying to tell her how deep the needs for her goes. Nothing had ever been good in my life until I met her, and any sense of family or loyalty I had came from her or Wallace. She couldn’t even begin to understand the true level of my need. So I smiled back at her until she laid down on me, then I tickled her back until we both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 5
Reagan
When I woke up before Colin, I always took the time to enjoy watching him while he still slept. It could make me feel like a stalker, but I knew if I admitted it to him, he wouldn’t mind. He’d admitted to me