Page 85 of Free to Breathe
“Holy fucking…fucking shit! Corinna, sweet Jesus!” he yells as I take him deep into the back of my throat. Balancing on my elbows, I play with his sack lightly while using my other hand to smear the juice from my mouth to lubricate the part of his cock I can’t fit in.
This goes on for a few minutes while Colby valiantly tries to maintain control. Eventually, the feel of my swollen lips and the pressure from my fingertips on the sensitive skin around his balls has him pleading for mercy. “Baby, you have to slow down. I’m going to…”
I don’t give him the chance to finish the sentence. With a flick of my wrist, I roll his sack in my hands, and he erupts deep in my throat. Swallowing quickly, I drink him down.
While I use my tongue to clean him off delicately, I realize now I’m always going to crave him. He’s delicious. Addicting. He’s every flavor I’ve wanted to capture and never knew the taste I needed.
Resting my head on his lower abdomen, I feel his hands run over my hair. I glimpse the brightly colored tattoo on his forearm, just as his hand is about to slide over my shoulder. Capturing his hand, I tug his arm toward me and whisper, “Never forget,” before my lips cover his tattoo.
He pulls his arm away from my lips slowly before using that same arm to trace the tattoo under my shirt on back. “Numquam obliviscar qui sis, Corinna. Not to me.”
No, Colby. There’s no way I’ll ever forget who I am to you. Not ever again.
He reaches down and pulls me atop of him so we’re a tangle of limbs and clothing.
Tangled in each other.
Just the way it should be.
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Colby
Keene slams down the phone. “If I have to talk to that sanctimonious prick one more time while we’re investigating this, I swear to God I’m selling the entire company to you,” he says to Caleb. “Then I’m taking Ali and Kalie and moving to a deserted island. Freaking pain in my ass.”
Caleb tries to coax him off the ledge. “Just remember it’s for a good cause.”
I have nothing to contribute to the conversation because I know what a pain the man in question can be. My encounters with him haven’t been easy either as we navigate through years of bitterness.
But I need answers. And he’s one of the few people who I think can provide them.
I just hope I can get them before Corinna’s surgery so we don’t have this to contend with when the whole family’s around.
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Colby
Eight Days Before Surgery
It’s a simple text, but it means everything.
Spoke with your father. He confirmed. Will let you know as soon as I have the lawyers make contact.
Jesus, I don’t know how he pulled it off.
Yes, I do. He used all of his connections he’s built up over the years to do it.
I put my phone back on the nightstand, and Corinna slides back into me. Her murmured “Colby” shakes my heart to the core.
I tighten my arms around her a little more.
I need to hold on to my world a bit tighter tonight.
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Corinna
Seven days before surgery
