I followed Dee and Morrie behind the bar.
“Who’s lookin’ after the kids?” I asked.
“Mom and Dad came over, just to wind down a bit. They decided to spend the night. I’m spellin’ you so you and Colt can get some shuteye,” Morrie told me.
I turned to Dee and said, “But –”
“Family bar, family’s workin’ it,” Morrie answered even though I spoke to Dee. It was then it hit me that Morrie looked happy, happier than he’d been in ages and Dee did too.
I felt my mouth drop open. Then I felt a happy tingle hit my chest. Then I thought I was going to start crying.
I had a feeling the trial was definitely gone from the trial reconciliation. And more than that, I had a feeling my brother worked a miracle. Because if Dee was coming in then Dee was going to be part of the bar, part of the family and life was going to go the way it should go. With Colt in his seat and in my life and the family running the bar, all of my family.
“Do we have…” I started, scared to say it out loud, like a pin would prick this fragile bubble of a dream if I spoke the words but I took in a breath and then finished, “somethin’ to celebrate?”
I felt Colt’s arm hook me around the waist and he pulled me from the back of the bar saying, “Yeah, honey, it’s ten o’clock and we can be home by ten fifteen if you get your ass in gear. That’s worth celebrating.”
I pulled against Colt’s hold but he kept tugging me toward the office.
“Morrie?” I called.
Morrie looked at me. Then he smiled. It was big, it was more than happy. He had his family back. Then I knew that a heavenly light, for that moment, was shining down on all of us.
“Go home Baby Sister,” he called back.
I smiled back at my big brother then Colt tugged me into the office then I moved my smile to him. He shared my smile as he lifted his hand to touch my jaw and my smile got even bigger, so big, it hurt my face but I couldn’t stop doing it and I didn’t want to.
Then I grabbed my purse, shrugged on my jacket and went home with Colt.
We were home by ten fifteen.
“Alec,” I gasped
“Say it again,” Colt groaned.
“Alec,” I repeated, “harder, baby.”
He gave me what I wanted and he gave it to me harder.
My shoulders were to the wall, my ass in his hands, my legs were wrapped around his hips, the fingers of one of my hands was gripped in his hair, the other hand was locked on his ass. Colt was on his knees and he was fucking me so hard I was certain the Harry’s print was going to come crashing off the wall. And I didn’t care.
“Give me your tit, Feb,” he demanded and I took my hand from his hair, cupped my breast and offered it to him.
Colt drove in deep but bowed his back, his lips latched around my nipple and he sucked in hard. I felt it from my nipple straight down between my legs, the path so sharp and true, I could have drawn the line down my own body.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His mouth released me and he started driving inside me again, his lips moving to mine and my arm wrapped around his shoulders.
“You’re gonna come, baby, I feel it, fuckin’ love it, your pussy’s ready.”
He was so right.
It hit me, I clutched harder at his shoulders and my legs tightened around him in a spasm.
“That’s it,” he growled as the moan ripped from me, my head shot back, slamming against the wall next to the print, making it vibrate.
I was coming down when he hefted me up an inch and rammed in harder and so fucking deep, pulled out and rammed in again, staying put, his face went into my neck and he groaned against my skin.
It was when I felt his tongue tracing my necklaces, something he seemed to do a lot, something which I liked a lot, that I whispered into his hair, “You still owe me.”
His tongue went away but I felt his lips smile against my skin as he started sliding slowly in and out of me. I loved it when he did that too, giving it to me soft after he fucked me hard, staying inside instead of pulling out and moving away. There was something about it, Colt keeping our connection and doing it like that. There was something that I couldn’t put my finger on but, whatever it was, it was beautiful.
“You forget, honey, that first time, I gave it to you with my mouth before I gave it to you with my cock,” his head came up and he looked at me, “we’re even.”
Damn, he was right.
“Whatever,” I muttered and he smiled at me.
“You’ll get my mouth back,” he told me, still sliding in and out.
“When?” I asked.
“Jesus, Feb, you just came.”
“What? I got a quota?”
He started laughing softly before he said, “Yeah, I gotta ration this so you don’t kill me.”
I put my lips to his but kept my eyes open when I whispered, “Beautiful death.”
I watched close up as his smile died and something else came into his eyes the second before he kissed me. Then he pulled out, moved back, taking me with him, and put me in bed. Colt rolled to his back, tucking me into his side. He did an ab curl, pulling the covers over us. Then he reached to the light and turned it out.
One of my arms was trapped under me but my other hand was moving on him, lazy, light, his skin hot, hard, tight. I loved the feel of him. His arm was wrapped around me and he drew patterns on my hip with his fingers. I loved the feel of that too.
I tried not to think about how much of this I missed all those years I locked myself away. How much Denny stole from me, from us. But it was impossible.
Then again, if it had just been Colt and me, we would have had to learn this shit from scratch. I didn’t know how many women he had and I didn’t want to know. I just knew Melanie and Susie and I’d heard about a couple others. Sometimes a woman would come in the bar and her eyes would find him direct and I’d know somewhere that used to be ugly, she’d had him. Sometimes when they came in, his eyes would go to them and that same knowledge would shine through. He’d smile at them, not big, but it was there, or he’d dip his chin, and I knew it didn’t end ugly but he ended it and the woman didn’t want it to end. He was being gentle and gentlemanly, telling her she gave him good memories but keeping her back all the same. I couldn’t say how I knew all this was communicated but, being tied to him the way I was, I knew. I also couldn’t say that happened often, but it happened enough and each time it was like a little dagger tip piercing my skin.
Though I was thinking, he hadn’t had them; I wouldn’t have what he had to give me now.
On the other hand, he could just be a natural at this kind of thing he was so good at it.
“How you feelin’, honey?” Colt murmured and his voice rumbling in my ear, my body pressed against his, my fingertips skimming over his skin, all of that made my current thoughts tumble right away from me.
“Great,” I whispered and those thoughts had fallen so far I realized I was. How I could be this happy about Colt and me and Morrie and Dee and that Mom and Dad were home, even after reading Amy’s note and dealing with all this crap, I’d never know.
But I was.
Colt’s hand flattened on my hip, slid down and his fingers pressed into my ass.
“Best ass in the county,” he muttered and I grinned.
“You do a lotta research into that?” I teased.
“Yep,” he replied, my head came up to look at his shadowed face and he went on. “What can I say? I’m an ass man.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, so I did, but my hand slid up his chest to his neck and when I stopped laughing I asked quietly, “How you doin’, babe?”
I watched the shadow of his head come up slightly from the pillow then it dropped down and he sighed. “I’ve had better days,” his fingers pressed into my ass again before he finished, “not many better nights.”