Page 4 of Say Yes

Colton

I tossmy keys into a small basket hanging next to the door as I enter the house from the garage. My eyes stay on it as I think, rubbing a palm over my hair. It’s an unusual sensation because I’ve let my hair grow out a couple of inches, after spending the last sixteen years with it buzzed.

There is another set of keys hidden in wicker holder. My hand goes to my mouth and I absently trace my lips where I can almost feel her kiss. Maybe I should wait for her over there. Reason steps up to a mental podium and starts a slide show of pepper spray, stalking charges, and restraining orders. I grunt in annoyed acceptance and turn away from the door. Yeah, it’s probably best to wait until tomorrow.

I take a frigid fucking shower and slip into bed, glaring at the empty space. I vow to have her in my bed by the end of the week. Satisfied with my decision and filled with resolve, I fall asleep, dreaming about silky caramel skin, chocolate brown eyes, and frosting.

My tongue trails down Lindsay’s soft stomach, circling her belly button before continuing on its purposeful journey. I reach the object of my desire and stop to take a beat and admire it.

Her smooth skin is tan everywhere except three places where it’s a sweet shade of pink. Her lips, her large delicious nipples, and as I part her folds, I confirm the matching color of her pussy.

“So fucking sexy,” I groan. “So fucking wet. Is that all for me?” I ask before taking a long, leisurely lick up her center. She moans and her pussy becomes even more drenched right before my eyes.

“Lindsay,” I growl in warning. I want to hear her say it. I need to hear her say it. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” she pants, her chest heaving, making her large tits bounce. I’m tempted to go back up and love on them some more, but the scent of her arousal and the beauty of her center keep me locked in place between her legs.

I nibble around the outer edges before licking her up and down. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it, honey?” I encourage her response by plunging my tongue inside her. Her juices are all over my face as she grows wetter with every touch. “Who does it belong to, Lindsay? The only man who gets to fuck you with his tongue, his fingers”—I dip one digit inside and curl it upwards—“his cock?”

Removing my finger, I pinch her clit and she cries out, “Shit! You, damn it!”

“Who?” I grunt, pausing until I get the answer I want. She squirms and her hips lift, seeking my attention. With great effort, I manage to hold back.

“Colton,” she grits out, her body tense and on edge. “It belongs to you, Colton.” The sound of my name on her lips almost brings me to an immediate orgasm. I only manage to keep it at bay by the skin of my teeth.

“That’s right, baby. This pussy is all mine. Only for me.” I go to work, driving her wild with my tongue and teeth, pushing her to the limits of sanity until she breaks, throwing her head back and screaming my name.

I lift my eyes and I’m mesmerized as I watch her while I work her down from her orgasm. Her eyes drift open slowly—hooded and loaded with a hot, heavy stare.

Sitting back on my heels, I admire every curve and dip of her body, licking my lips at the mouthwatering sight, her taste bursting on my tongue.

She watches me intently, and I cannot stand it anymore. I feel as though being inside her is as essential to me as breathing. Crawling up between her legs and overtop of her, I line up our bodies. My hips descend and the heat pulsing from her pussy very nearly does me in. I crush my mouth over hers even as I thrust my cock in, going as deep as humanly possible, swallowing her cries of pleasure.

My body creates its own rhythm reflexively, picking up where my brain has left off. I can’t seem to look away from Lindsay’s face, her chocolate eyes swirling with passion, her sweet lips swollen from my kisses.

Without a mind to control it, our bodies take over, and soon I’m pounding into her like a mad man, as though I’m trying to drive myself so deep I will touch her soul. The bed squeaks from the force of my thrusts and Lindsay’s hands fly up to grasp on to the wooden headboard. I wrap her legs tight around me and move onto my knees. Not only does it change the angle, so that I drag along just the right spot, but I can place my hands over hers to protect them in case the headboard gets too close to the wall.

Lindsay comes twice more, and I have no idea how long we keep it up, but I feel like I’ve been fucking her for hours. It’s still not enough. It doesn’t matter, though, because my orgasm is tired of being held back and it rips through me, tearing every thread of muscle until my body separates and I float into oblivion.

“Fucking hell.” My eyes fly open and I sit up, looking around as my heart races, practically jumping out of my chest. I’m soaked in sweat and . . . I can’t believe it. Shit. I just came from a dream. Like a horny fucking teenager.

I walk into Sweet & Savory at ten in the morning and quickly realize my plan to arrive after the early morning rush was wasted. The place is packed. If the incredible smells are anything to go by, I’m not surprised.

Lindsay is behind the counter, talking animatedly to a customer, so I meander over to a table where I can clearly see her and sit. Looking around, I can’t help but smile at the idyllic décor. She’s designed the place to look like an old-fashioned soda and candy shop from the fifties. It’s an eclectic blend of colors, mint green, light pink, and pale yellow. The atmosphere is cheery and comforting at the same time. My eyes continue their scan, coasting over a wall of photos and memorabilia. I freeze for a moment, then my body takes on a mind of its own and suddenly, I’m standing in front of it.

It’s amazing. The wall is a tribute to the military, covered in personal memorabilia, all of it marked with different names. I wonder if they are all customers. My attention is pulled to the very center where there is a folded flag on a shelf, in a wood and glass case, situated under the portrait of a young soldier. His blond hair is buzzed and his blue eyes stare out at the camera with intense focus, but it doesn’t take away from his movie star good looks.

A small gold plaque is on the bottom of the frame and the name hits me like a punch in the gut.

CPT Paul S. Balewa

CAV PLT

CO B USA

For your unselfish sacrifice to

your country and our freedom,

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