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Electricity shoots through every limb, lighting me up from the inside out as her chest rises off the bed. I watch as wave after wave racks her body. She writhes below me, and I keep up a steady rhythm, riding out every last second of her orgasm.
“Yes, Winnie. Thank fuck, yes,” I roar as her wild spasms turn to slight tremors. Two more deep thrusts and my spine catches fire. Pushing as far as I can inside of her, I cling to her body as she milks an orgasm from the depths of my soul. Spurt after spurt shoots into her and all I can think about is making her mine. Marking her and doing this for the rest of my life.
When I can form a coherent thought, I realize I’m crushing her. Lifting up to my forearms, I see her dazed expression. She blinks slowly as I kiss the tip of her nose. Her cheek. Her jaw. And finally, her lips. When I pull away, she’s fast asleep with me buried so deep inside of her I can’t breathe, but my cock tries to harden again at the sight of her.
With one final gentle kiss to her lips, I ease out of her and rush to the bathroom. Tossing the condom, I grab a warm cloth and clean her up. I’m only mildly concerned that she doesn’t even flinch.
I fucked her senseless, and I couldn’t be prouder of myself.
I’m tossing the washcloth in the hamper when she rolls in her sleep, incoherently babbling, but content. I know Wes will be up soon, and I’ll get him so she can sleep. Wes and I need some more boy time, but for now, I climb back into bed and pull her limp body to mine.
Warmth fills my chest. A love I’ve never known filling every pore. I realize with a start that this is happiness. This is my life, and I’m more content than I’ve ever been.
Winnie and Wes are my life. My entire life, and it’s time to make that permanent. On a heavy sigh, I allow myself to succumb to a few more minutes of sleep.
CHAPTER23
WINNIE
Baby babble wakes me from a delicious dream. Raising my arms above my head, my body tenses, realizing I’m not alone in bed. Slowly, I crack one eye open and I’m suddenly aware that I’m not in my own room either.
Colton leans over me to lower the volume on the baby monitor. His smattering of golden chest hair scrapes my nipples as he moves, and they’re suddenly standing at attention, begging to be touched. He doesn’t miss the reaction either. Moving slowly, he leans down and captures one between his teeth. With a flick of his tongue, my body arches off the bed.
Weston sings merrily as I hear the telltale sounds of wooden trains hitting the tracks. I know we don’t have much time before he calls for me, but Colton continues his leisurely assault on my left, then right nipple.
Sensing we’re about to be interrupted, he pulls away, and my body tries to follow his heat. Hovering over me, he clasps the sides of my face in his hands.
“Morning, beautiful.” His voice is raspy with sleep, and it’s quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Morning,” I croak like a bullfrog, trying not to breathe my morning breath stank on him.
“This is the happiest I’ve ever been at six in the morning,” he confesses.
My heart nearly explodes.
“I want to wake up like this every morning, Win. Is that okay with you?”
“Like, like this?” I ask, waving my hand between him and me.
God, his sexy smirk could make me do anything.
“Yes, Winnie. Just like this.” He punctuates his words by thrusting his hard cock against my belly. “In my bed. Beside you. In you. Whatever you’re willing to give.”
“Oh,” I gasp. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over his blunt, dirty talk.
“I want to move my stuff back into the master bedroom. I want you to be mine in every way. Please say yes, CC.”
His words cause that strange flutter in my chest, but fear is also creeping in. “For how long, Colton? I know we haven’t talked about it, but you don’t even live here. You’re going back to North Carolina. I live here.”
Weston’s singing picks up as he babbles to his trains, and we both glance at the monitor. Colton’s wistful gaze could make anyone’s ovaries explode. Slowly, he turns to face me.
“I’m going back to Waverley-Cay today, but that’s not my home anymore. My home, Winnie Darling, is wherever you and Wes are. I’ll be in Waverley-Cay for two days to pack up some stuff, get Tilly up to date on a few things at the office, and then I’ll be back. Preston and I will look at property here to renovate for new offices as soon as I get home. Do you want to come with me to North Carolina?”
My breath hitches in my throat. His home is wherever I am? He’s coming back? “You’re going to stay here? In Vermont? I can’t go, I have to work. I have Weston’s appointment on Friday in Boston. I can’t just uproot him to—”
Colton places a finger over my lips to silence my word vomiting. “We, Winnie. We have Weston’s appointment on Friday. I’ll be back for that. We’re facing all the big things together from now on. If you’ll let me. We’re anus, Winnie, and that means we’re in this together.”
Geez, how can this man make me cry so much?
