Thank you for all the feedback and support on this story. I never expected so many people to respond positively. <3
This is stand alone fluff for these two characters. I’m trying to decide which one of my stories to post next. Thank you guys so much for your interest in my work. I’ll submit something new next week.
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Colton’s right hand pat the ground around him, looking for his oil pan as his left finished screwing off the drain bolt above him. He frowned; the sound of the garage door met his ears as what little sunlight he had coming from outside his LED lamp began to disappear. “I’m workin’ Sunshine,” he called out to his little sister as the door finished its decent.
The overhead light flickered on. “I know,” Heather’s sing song voice called out to him as she stood next to his feet, her hands clasped behind her back as she smirked down at what she could see of his lower body.
“Ya need something?” he asked, shoving the pan into place.
“You could say that,” she responded cryptically.
Using his feet to propel him, Colton rolled out from under the Dodge Challenger, his sister’s shapely bare legs catching his attention. He arched a brow at her suspiciously as he sat up on his creeper. She was wearing a short red sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her waist and breasts before flaring out at her hips. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders in careless waves, drawing attention to the natural beauty of her vibrant green eyes and full pink lips. “What do you need?” he asked, doing his utmost to keep his mind on her response.
“I need some attention,” she told him rather seriously, her hands on her hips in mock annoyance.
He smirked at her, shaking his head, his shaggy black bangs falling in his hazel eyes as he rested his forearms on his knees, his wrench hanging limply from a large hand between them. “Pretty sure I gave ya plenty of attention before I got up this morning,” he teased, referencing their languid morning sex.
Heather grinned at him mischievously, “ah, but Colt, I need more,” she teased, dragging out the final word.
“Is that why you closed my door? For privacy?” he asked, gesturing at the bay door with his wrench. Heather nodded vigorously. Rolling his eyes, Colton laid back on his creeper and pushed himself back under the car. “Well I promise to give ya my undivided attention as soon as I finish up in here,” he swore, moving the oil pan aside so he could fit the nut back over the drain.
Sighing, Heather leaned back against Colton’s workbench and glared at his legs. Her brother was a meticulous man and insisted on finishing everything he started. In the two months she’d been living with him after fleeing their abusive father, she had yet to be able to rip Colton away from anything mid task.
Feeling naughty, Heather studied the crotch of his jeans as he worked, thinking that her brother’s cock was impressive, not just for its size but the pleasure he brought her with it.
She momentarily contemplated getting on her knees between his bent legs, undoing his jeans and taking that tantalizing rod into her mouth right there on the garage floor. She doubted Colton would allow it though, he’d probably ruin her fun by pushing her off the moment she touched his zipper.
Settling on plan B, Heather stepped over him, leaning her ass and her hands on the car, she slipped off one black flat and placed her delicate foot gently over his crotch, massaging the area with the ball of her foot and her cute, little, red painted toes.
She giggled when she heard his wrench clang off something on the underside of his car followed by a muffled curse. An instant later his large, calloused, dirty hand circled the ankle of her grounded foot, squeezing it gently in reprimand even as he began to harden under the other.
“Heather,” his baritone growled in warning.
“Mmmmm, Colt,” she moaned wantonly, forcing the sound, her eyes flashing with amusement, a grin on her mouth as the fingers on her ankle tightened. He rolled out from under the car a moment later, her foot sliding over his body to rest on his sternum as he glared up at her, severely unimpressed.
“Heather,” he rumbled again, his tone reminding her of their father when he was seconds from snapping at her. She grinned, the sound exciting her. Colton losing his control with her was the stuff of pleasurable fantasies. Heather loved being a brat to him, daring him to punish her. Last week he’d bent her over his knee and spanked her, alternating between stuffing her pussy full of his thick fingers and reddening her ass with sharp slaps. She’d cum so hard she was surprised she hadn’t stained the couch.
“Yes?” she replied innocently, wondering how he managed to still be so intimidating when he was literally underfoot, on his back.
Taking a deep breath, Colton closed his eyes, drawing from his seemingly endless well of patience when it came to his sister, he forced himself not to look up at her lavender panties. “I told you, I’m almost done,” he promised, his tone suddenly even and unbothered.
Heather cocked her head, a small, satisfied smile on her lips, amused to observe that despite his tone of voice, his cock was still hard and he had a white-knuckle grip on his wrench. “I’m not something you can just add to your to-do list lover, maybe I’ll be busy later,” she teased.
Colton sighed and moved to sit up when Heather pressed down aggressively on his chest with her foot, pinning him to his creeper. His hazel eyes swirled a shade darker as his brows snapped low, his mouth curling down in annoyance. “Do I have your attention now?” Heather drawled, meeting his gaze with a pleasant smile.
Grunting in annoyance, Colton clenched and unclenched his jaw. If it were anyone else, he’d have collapsed their knee out from under them, pinned them to the ground in a hammer lock and smashed their face into the concrete beneath him for daring to step on him.
Heather though…Heather was the exception to everything, and her boldness was almost cute, foolish…but cute. They both knew she had no real control right now, keeping him on his back had been a result of her catching him by surprise, nothing more. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned one last time.
Heather licked her lips in anticipation, “I can’t wait for you to burn me,” she whispered, “I love it when you’re hot, when your muscles get tense and your eyes get dangerous like that. Watching you lose control has always excited me.”
Arching a brow in surprise, Colton felt his annoyance leave him in the face of her confession. He’d always worried he scared her when he lashed out as a kid. He’d had no idea she enjoyed watching him devolve into an animal.
Brushing her foot aside, he sat up. Setting his full oil pan on his bench, he reached for the bottle of 5W20 and set it by the hood before lowering his jack. “You do, eh?” he murmured, watching her disappointed face as he moved.
Heather nodded, slipping back on her shoe as she trailed his movement. “Yeah, do you remember the house party you threw when you were twenty? The night Jarod made passes at me?”
Pretending the memory had not just snapped him back into a quiet territorial stewing, Colton nodded and opened the Challenger’s hood, unscrewing the oil cap. “I remember,” he acknowledged, doing his best to keep his mind on his work.
“That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Reminded me of something one of the male leads from my highland romance series would have done for their women,” she told him dreamily.
Colton sighed, not particularly proud of himself despite her praise; Jarod had been a fairly good friend of his until that night. He had made the mistake of drinking, which had inhibited the already fragile hold he had on his anger. When he’d looked over from his spot on the couch and seen Jarod whispering in his sister’s ear, her eyes wide with aroused surprise and the other man’s hand caressing her hips suggestively, he’d seen red. When Jarod had slipped his hand over her ass and squeezed, he’d completely lost it.
Colton hadn’t realized he’d had the man slammed on the wall skittering on his tippy toes, with his forearm under his jaw and over his throat until Heather had screamed, Jarod gasping with horrified eyes as he choked. Colton shuddered, glad his training had kicked in and he’d put the man in a side restraint and not actually crushed his trachea. “The men in your books are barbarians,” he commented dryly. “That actually turned you on?” he asked in surprise as he placed his funnel and began refilling the engine oil.
“I touched myself to that memory, many times,” she told him seriously, her hand running over his tattooed upper arm as he worked.
Colton cringed, not sure how to feel about that. He knew his sister enjoyed his dominance over her, he hadn’t realized she thought his mindless rage was attractive. It certainly wasn’t something he prided himself on.
“Why?” he asked, genuinely confused. Personally, the memory disgusted him, both for his lack of restraint and how viscerally he still reacted to thinking about Jarod touching her.
“Because you stopped the minute I asked you to,” she explained, wrapping her arms around his waist as she pressed her cheek against his spine. “Made me feel powerful to know I could control you when no one else could. Not even Dad. That you cared so much what I thought of you. That you went out of your way to make sure I was okay when Jarod was the one you’d hurt.”
Colton inhaled sharply; she wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t remember ever stopping another fight because someone had asked him to, his Sensei had had to pull him off too many opponents as a child, kicking his ass in retribution, warning him to learn some fucking self control or he’d stop teaching him. He’d dedicated his life to developing his self discipline. That night with Jarod had been the first time he’d lost his cool like that in years.
Removing the funnel, Colton tugged his rag from his butt pocket, wiping the dip stick before sheathing it back into place, checking the oil level as his sister continued to cling to his back. “You know I struggle with my aggression,” he murmured quietly.
“I love seeing you a little wild,” she reassured as he snapped the oil cap back into place and let the hood slam closed. “Controlled perfection doesn’t suit you; it bugs me actually. I don’t like how methodical you always are now. I miss the teen with shaggy hair and a messy room with an unmade bed, and clothes everywhere. I miss the way you used to yell back at Dad defiantly and dare him to try to hurt you. The way you used to bounce back and forth between doing your homework, playing with a Rubik’s cube and helping me with my math.”
Frowning, Colton wiped his hands on his rag as his sister circled him, sitting back onto the hood of his yellow sportscar, her body perfectly centered on the thick black racing stripe. “I still have shaggy hair,” he teased.
Heather’s eyes narrowed and she shook her head in mock annoyance as she reached for the hem of her dress, dragging it suggestively up her thigh, one of her flats hanging off her toes as it slipped off her heel, the other planted firmly on the hood as she supported her weight on one hand. “Well, I for one, would like to see you a little wild, more often.”
Colton glanced down at her creamy thighs with a cocked brow and a smirk, “is that your goal then? To drive me wild?” he teased.
Bunching the skirt of her dress at her waist, Heather rubbed her fingers gently over the crotch of her lavender panties as she stared up at him invitingly, “is it working?”
Snorting in amusement, Colton nodded, “if the stiffness of my cock is anything to go by,” he replied teasingly. “My hands are dirty though,” he pointed out, holding one out for her as he stuffed his rag back into his pocket.
“What a shame,” Heather teased, “guess you’ll just have to watch then,” she finished with a shrug, a challenge gleaming in her eye.
“Hmm,” Colton hummed, a smile curling his lips. His sister had grown much bolder in the weeks since he’d forced her back against his gym wall and shoved his hand down her shorts. She wasn’t alone in her desire to see him wild. He rather enjoyed her defiance when he told her what to do sexually, ‘punishing’ her was something he knew they both thoroughly enjoyed. Planting both hands on his hips, he lowered his gaze to the juncture of her thighs.
Heather wasted no time, dragging her fingers over her core; she groaned as she pleasured herself. Colton watched on, entranced as the small wet spot dotting her panties began to expand. “You sure ya don’t want me to do anything?” he asked, the balls of his feet practically itching with his desire to move closer.
Pulling the material of her panties to the side, Heather spread her pussy lips wide for her brother, letting him see the glistening, beckoning, pink of her core. “You could lose the t-shirt,” she taunted, her finger grazing her clit lightly.
Yanking his shirt over his head in one swift movement with a fist in the back of his collar, he tossed it onto the hood next to her. “Better?” he asked, amusement laced through his tone.
Heather’s lids hooded with desire as her gaze dragged its way across the impressive expanse of muscle that made up her brother’s chest and torso, “much,” she breathed, “you should never wear clothes,” she teased as she slid a finger into her heated hole.
Barking out a laugh, Colton reached for his belt, unbuckling it as she began to pump her cunt rhythmically with her finger.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“Getting you something a little thicker to play with,” he teased, lifting his chin towards the finger buried in her pussy.
“How thoughtful,” Heather joked, wiggling her way down the hood so her ass was on the edge. Kicking off her shoes, Heather slapped her legs together, extending them straight in the air, her toes pointed.
Colton admired the view as she used her abdominals to lift her butt and hips enough to slip her panties off before drawing them up her legs. He reached forward and halted their progress at her knees, his palm trapping them against her skin. “I think you should stay just like that actually,” he told her seriously as her hands fell away from her underwear and back onto the car hood.
“Your hands are dirty,” Heather reminded him, peering around her legs and up at him.
“I won’t put them inside ya, promise,” he muttered, using his free hand to tug apart his jeans and free his member from his pants. He stepped towards her, knees bent, brushing his cock along the seam of her wet pussy lips. “Help me out here,” he teased, gesturing between his cock and her ass.
Rolling her eyes, Heather did a crunch, reaching around her legs, she gripped the base of his cock, aligning him with her slick core. “When I came out here, missionary wasn’t what I was expecting,” she mumbled, her breath hitching as he thrust forward, sheathing himself deep within her.
Colton grunted as his thighs hit her ass, his sac tightening in response to the sucking pull of her pussy’s grip. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, his hands gripping his forearms by his elbows, he lifted her as his legs straightened. He smirked as she yelped out her surprise, her weight falling to her shoulders and neck as her lower back left the hood.
Pulling his hips back, Colton drove into her hard, her shoulders inching up the hood as her hands went out to either side of her, trying but failing to find a grip as they slid across the smooth surface of the car. “Oh my god Colt,” she whimpered as he pounded into her.
Colton smirked smugly to himself as his sister moaned and cursed beneath him, her adorable little feet obscuring his vision of her face. “Wild enough for you?” he teased, lowering his head so he could nip and lick her legs.
“Colt — I-” she gasped, his hard thrusts jarring her body, her pussy clenching, trying desperately to hold on to him him every time he withdrew.
Releasing her, Colt pulled out, watching as her body slumped back onto the car. “Get on your knees,” he ordered.
Rolling onto her stomach, Heather stood for a moment, her panties sliding down to her feet before she climbed up the car on her knees. She pressed her cheek flat to the racing stripe, her ass high in the air. “Lift your dress,” Colton told her calmly, not wanting to dirty the bright material.
Reaching behind her, Heather flipped the short skirt up, yanking it so her ass and lower back were completely exposed. Noticing the dirty smears he’d left on her knee and ankle, Colton grabbed his t-shirt from beside her, ripping it into three strips as he watched his sister sway her ass alluringly at him, her arousal from his short stint inside her dampening her thighs.
He draped the first strip over her lower back, the material covering the two indents he loved so much at the base of her spine, before asking her to put her hands behind her back. Heather arched a brow curiously as she folded her wrists over each other against her spine.
Colton wrapped the second torn piece of material around her wrists, binding her hands together. The third, he wrapped around her hips, tying it into a knot that lay just above her asshole. “What are you doing?” Heather whispered.
“Problem solving, so I can do what I want without getting ya dirty,” Colton teased, clamping his hands down on the material spanning her back as he held her in place and lowered his face to her ass, nuzzling it appreciatively before dragging his tongue through her slick shaved folds.
“Ahhhk,” Heather shrieked as Colton drove his tongue deeper, lapping at her hungrily as he held her firmly between his large hands.
“Colt! Oh my g-” Heather choked as he sucked forcefully on her clit, drawing it into his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth as his tongue flicked aggressively over it. Releasing her bud, he licked her languidly, taking his time to devour all of her with the flat of his tongue as she wiggled and strained beneath him.
“Colt! Colton! Colton! C-Colt!” Heather panted as he pleasured her, his tongue wiggling back and forth teasingly in her cunt as his lips caressed her labia. Kissing her deeply, Colton nuzzled her again between her cheeks before lowering his mouth, rolling her clit over his tongue rhythmically until he felt her body tense between his hands.
“That’s right beautiful, let go,” he whispered between powerful strokes of his tongue as she broke.
His mouth and nose covered in her dew, Colton drew back and licked his lips. Gathering the loose material from her back, Colton covered her neck and hair with it, his hand gripping the back of her neck firmly as he hoisted her to her knees and helped her to turn and face him.
Brushing his lips against hers, he smirked as hers pursed, silently asking for more. Fitting his mouth more firmly against hers, his tongue swept passed the seam of her lips and into the recesses of her mouth. He took great pleasure in having her taste herself, her tongue dueled with his, moans escaping both of them as they made love with their mouths.
Nipping her bottom lip, Colton withdrew, “suck my cock,” he told her gently but firmly, his hand guiding her down his body as she took her time kissing his neck and chest before sliding her tongue over his abs. Changing his grip on the material so he could wrap her hair in it, Colton groaned as Heather dipped her head lower, French kissing the side of his shaft hungrily.
“Fuck, Heather,” he hissed as she used the flat of her tongue to lick him from balls to head, the tip of her tongue swirling teasingly over the thick mushroom before engulfing it into her wet cavern.
“Mmm,” she hummed as she began bobbing on his cock, her abdominals straining with effort to keep her balanced. He helped her move faster with his hand in her hair, grunting every time she took him a little deeper.
“Loosen your throat for me Sunshine, take all of it for me,” he instructed, her pussy clenching at his words. Heather hadn’t been especially talented at deep throating when they’d first started fucking but she was an enthusiastic student and had improved tremendously.
Heather relaxed her face, calming herself as he withdrew and then thrust again. This time, instead of trying to swirl her tongue and lick the underside of his shaft while she sucked, she let him slip deeper, past her uvula and into her throat.
Breathing through her nose, she kept her eyes closed and focused on his pants and his groans, forcing herself not to gag as he slipped deeper still.
“Oh fuck yes,” Colton groaned, his free hand cupping her chin as he pulled her face flat against his pelvis, his cock buried down her tight little airway as her nose scrunched against his trimmed pubic hair. “Can I thrust? You okay?” he asked, doing his best not to take advantage of her vulnerable position, since she had no hands to push him away.
“Mmm,” Heather hummed again, doing her best to breathe through her nose. Withdrawing less than an inch, Colton pumped himself back into her throat, enjoying the way her eyes watered against his skin. Continuing his gentle rhythm, he changed the angle slightly, pulling up on her chin while tugging back on her hair so she was staring up at him, her back arched to accommodate the manipulation, her breasts plastered to his thighs.
“Look at those beautiful eyes,” he cooed, frowning as her mascara began to run, her eyes a glassy jade as he held himself still, her throat gripping his thick appendage as she attempted to swallow it. “Had enough?” he asked, pulling out of her slightly, allowing her to take a deep breath around the fullness of her mouth.
“I luff it,” Heather mumbled, “I’m soh weth.”
Colton shuddered as her tongue whispered over his dick, her sounds vibrating the length of his cock. He consciously fought off the urge to twist his fist tighter in her hair and ram his cock forcibly down her throat, her comfort be damned. “You can blow me again later, right now I need you,” he told her firmly, dragging her off his cock as he twisted her back around.
Releasing her hair, Colton gripped the material around her wrists and the knot hanging over her ass as he jerked her back, spearing her swiftly with his cock. “Oh shit!” Heather spat as he rode her hard, every thrust jarring her body, her breasts bouncing so aggressively in her bra they threatened to spill out.
“Colt!” she shrieked as he yanked back harder on her wrists, forcing her upright, as he slammed into her aching slit, the sounds of their bodies slapping echoing off the garage walls.
Closing his eyes, Colton lost himself to the tight draw of her pussy, groaning as the wet heat enveloped and sucked him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum already,” he bit out in mild annoyance.
Pulling out, he released the knot around her hips to grip the base of his shaft, angling the head of his cock as his release spurt forth, painting the cheeks of her ass and her swollen slit with his seed. Colton jerked and groaned his pleasure as he held her in place by her wrists. Inhaling deeply, he opened his eyes and frowned at the mess he’d made as it dripped down her pussy lips and thighs.
Heather squirmed, wiggling her hips back and forth as the hot cum slid over her skin. “Stay right there,” Colton told her as he gently lowered her face back down to the hood, “I’ll clean you up.”
Reaching for the discarded material he’d used to hold her hair, Colton used it to wipe her sensitive folds and the warm skin on of her ass. “There,” he muttered, setting down the cloth as he reached to untie her wrists.
Heather sighed in relief as he released her hands, her arms aching as she used them to push herself off the hood and to her feet, the skirt of her dress falling back into place. Slipping back on her shoes, she reached under her dress and with a shimmy of her hips, the material he’d knotted around them fell to her feet. Slipping her hands into her bra, she rearranged her breasts, tucking a wayward nipple back into the cup as she eyed her brother’s deflating, oozing cock.
Grabbing the material he’d used to clean her off the hood, she wiped the head of his cock gently as she tilted her face towards him for a kiss. Dipping his head, Colton pressed his mouth lovingly to hers, smiling softly as she brushed her nose against his. “That was great,” she whispered.
“Sorry ya didn’t cum more than once,” he sighed regretfully.
“Sorry I interrupted your work,” she teased, not the least bit disappointed.
“Can I take you out for dinner tonight, Sunshine?” he asked, deflecting the comment, “ya look too pretty in this dress for me to be the only one to see ya in it,” he teased.
Heather nodded enthusiastically, “absolutely.”
He grinned widely at her, “we’ll take the car, it’s finally done,” he told her, patting the still warm racing stripe she’d occupied only moment ago.
Heather’s eyes brimmed with excitement as she glanced at the driver’s seat. “Can I drive?”
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Colton smiled his satisfaction as Heather cruised, singing along to a cover of Beggin’ by Dame Dame after dinner. “Where we going, hun?” he asked as she sailed past the exit she needed to take to get home. Smiling at him wickedly, Heather ignored his question and cranked her music.
Cocking a brow at her inquisitively, Colton settled back in his seat, intent on enjoying the drive. He smiled a few minutes later when he clued into where she was going as she pulled into a mostly deserted shopping plaza. “Walmart?” he asked, amusement in his tone, “what do you want now?”
Heather nodded and turned down her music, “we’re getting a tv. I miss Netflix,” she told him seriously.
Colton unbuckled his seatbelt as she pulled the car into a spot, “what’s so great about tv?”
Sighing, Heather stepped out of the car and circled around to grab his arm, coaxing him towards the store as he dragged his feet. “Well grumpy, I would like to cuddle in bed and watch a movie with you,” Heather confessed.
Rolling his head to the side on his neck, Colton glanced down at his sister’s upturned face, a wide smile on her lips. “Do I get to hold you the whole time?”
“Did you miss the bit where I said I wanted to cuddle?” she teased, giving his arm a squeeze before detaching from him to head to the back of the store.
Colton followed, enjoying the way the hem of her skirt flirted along the backs of her thighs, while he budgeted in his head how much he could spend to make her happy. “Hey Sunshine, where exactly are you planning on putting this thing?” he asked as he eyed the larger tvs apprehensively.
“On the dresser at the foot of the bed?” Heather supplied for him, reading the specs on the different smart tvs as she debated which one to buy. Colton smiled; glad they wouldn’t be bringing home one of the monstrosities that looked like it’d take up half his living room wall.
“I don’t want a big one, I don’t want to change anything too much on you and I really don’t want to disrupt your life,” Heather reassured as she checked another tag before turning to look over her shoulder at him, trying to gage his reaction.
Colton crossed his arms, concern in his eyes as he stared at her for a long moment. As the silence stretched, Heather dropped the tag, and nibbled her lip, her hands fidgeting with her skirt. “Or not… you know what, you’re right, we don’t need one,” she murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor, one of her hands coming up to clamp over her upper arm, crossing her body.
Dropping his arms, realizing he must be intimidating her, Colton closed the distance between them and pulled her hand away from her skirt gently, clasping it with one of his as the other hand cupped her neck, his thumb on her cheek tilting her face back up to him.
“First of all, it’s our life now, not mine,” he corrected, his calloused thumb caressing her soft cheek, “and secondly, it’s your house too. You’re welcome to change whatever you like to make yourself comfortable.”
“Truly?” Heather brightened, her smile flashing in her eyes.
“Of course,” he promised, leaning down to brush his lips gently over hers.
“Can we get a few other things too then?” Heather asked giddily.
Colton smiled tightly, wondering if he’d live to regret his next words, “Sunshine, you can have whatever you like.”
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Brushing his teeth, Colton chuckled as he listened to Heather go on about how much she liked the new throw pillows she’d added to their bed. It hadn’t taken much to make her happy. A full-length mirror, a couple scented candles, throw pillows, the tv and a few romance novels. She’d even insisted on paying for half of it herself, although it wasn’t necessary, it was nice she was offering to contribute. She’d started a job as a barista at a campus Starbucks but he knew she didn’t have much to share if she were going to put herself through school without Dad’s help.
“-you listening to me?” Heather asked, appearing in the doorway.
“Yes, dear,” he teased condescendingly, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he pushed passed her, “you were saying you liked the light blue ones best in the store but you’re happy you opted for the grey because they go better with the walls,” he repeated back to her as he tossed the newly acquired pillows onto the floor, glad he hadn’t paid for them, “personally, I think the neon pink ones with all the red feathers around the edges would have been best, but hey, I did say you could have whatever you wanted,” he teased with a mischievous grin.
Heather laughed as she bent over to snatch a pillow, chucking it at his head, “jerk.”
Blocking the projectile with his forearm, Colton winked at her and pulled off his clothes before sliding under the covers, “I’m glad you’re happy,” he told her sincerely, “now come here, I wanna hold ya.” He added, holding waving the backs of his fingers at her.
Nodding, Heather stripped, conscious of Colton’s eyes as she removed her bra and wandered over to the dresser, pulling a nighty down and over her body. “I really want to watch The Mummy,” she told him as she swiped the remote to her new tv off the dresser before crawling into his arms, settling herself between his legs.
“I’ve seen it. With you. Many times,” Colton reminded her with a sigh.
“I know, but it’s my favourite, it’s almost Halloween, and you said I can have whatever I want,” Heather murmured, patting his thigh as she navigated through the apps and menus on the tv.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Colton leaned forward and buried his face in the side of her neck, inhaling deeply, the warm floral scent making him smile as his eyes fluttered closed. He listened to the music as the movie started, enjoying the way Heather relaxed back against his chest.
“Thebes, City of the Living, crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti the First. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh’s high priest, keeper of the dead. Birthplace of Anck-Su-Namun, Pharaoh’s mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her… But for their love, they were willing to risk life itself.”
Colton snorted as Heather released a dreamy sigh, “this gets ya going, eh?” he teased, lifting his head just in time to see the Pharaoh push his way into the room.
“Actually, Evie and Rick are my favourite, not these two, but just the idea of loving someone enough to risk that much? It’s romantic don’t you think?” Heather whispered, her hands settling on his forearms, his fingers laced together over her abdomen.
Colton was silent for a moment, “I’d die for you,” he told her seriously.
“Don’t be silly,” Heather berated, giving his lower arms a light squeeze, her eyes glued to the screen.
“No, really,” he insisted.
“Don’t say things like that Colt,” Heather chided, her eyes still on the screen.
“Heather,” Colton pushed, separating his hands so he could twist her gently in his lap, his upper arm bracing her back as he leaned her to the side and hooked his free hand under her chin, coaxing her to look at him, “I’m not joking.”
Deep green searched swirling hazel for any sign of deceit as time stretched between them, “I love you, I’d do anything for you,” he swore.
Flinging her arms around his neck, Heather yanked him down for a kiss, pressing her lips against his in an attempt to suffocate him with the passion his declaration had evoked in her. Being with Colton like this was the greatest gift life had given her so far and she reveled in it. Not once since he’d confessed did she ever have to doubt his feelings for her.
Breaking the kiss, she giggled as his big hand palmed her breast over her nighty. “I think you should take this off,” he suggested, nipping at her earlobe.
“So you can show me how much you love me for the third time today?” she guessed.
“Isn’t that the point of Netflix and chill?” he joked.
“Thought you didn’t watch Netflix, bookworm,” she teased.
Colton shrugged and nuzzled her neck, “just because I’d rather read than watch tv doesn’t mean I live under a rock.”
Shoving his hand off her chest, Heather snuggled back against his, pulling his arms around her waist, “just watch the movie Colt.”
Deadpanning, Colton did as he was told for twenty minutes, sighing and rolling his eyes aggressively as ‘Johnathon’ exhibited general buffoonery. “Why do they always make the brothers idiotic?” he muttered, his breath tickling the golden strands of hair next to her ear.
“Because if they didn’t, there’d be more sisters pining after their brothers,” she teased, her eyes glued to the screen as Rick grabbed Evie’s face and kissed her through the bars of his cage.
“And what’s to stop the brothers from wanting?” he asked, lowering his face to nuzzle her neck, one hand caressing her thigh as the other pressed against her ribcage lightly, pinning her to him.
“Nothing, why do you think step-sister porn is so popular on Pornhub?” she answered, leaning her head back against his chest as his hand slipped over her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple lightly.
Skimming his hand up her inner thigh, Colton grunted his agreement as he cupped her bare sex, peppering her neck with kisses. “Take this off Sunshine, I wanna touch you,” he whispered, tugging at her nightdress.
Sitting forward, Heather pulled the nighty over her head and tossed it to the floor before settling back against his scorching chest again, his powerful arm encircling her. Her hands hooked over his forearm as his free hand began exploring the dampness between her legs. “I love this,” Heather whispered, tilting her head back on his shoulder to look at him, enjoying the intimacy.
“Me too, I love finally being able to touch you, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough,” Colton whispered back, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he slid a finger inside her, her nails biting into his arm.
“Colt,” Heather protested weakly as he added a second finger and began to pump.
“Shhh, Sunshine, watch the movie,” he teased, cupping her heavy breast in his free hand as the other set a languid probing rhythm.
“Oh god,” she groaned as his thumb grazed over her clit.
“That’s not how you pronounce my name, but I’ll take it,” he teased, nibbling at the skin on her shoulder.
“You’re not funny,” Heather chided.
“I’m not? You sure?” He asked, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy so he could tickle her side, “you’re laughing pretty hard for someone that says I’m not funny,” he joked, enjoying the way she shrieked and giggled and gasped as he held her in place with his other arm.
“S-s-stop!” she wailed, his fingers falling away from her. The moment he released her, she twisted in his lap, driving her hand under his arm, trying to dole out payback.
Colton trapped her hand between his bicep and his side, preventing her from reaching his underarm as he grinned at her. “Gonna have to be quicker than that Sunshine,” he teased, enjoying the annoyance growing in her beautiful eyes.
“Why do you call me that?” she asked, attempting to distract him into loosening his arm.
Colton’s face scrunched in confusion, “you don’t know?” He reflected for a moment, figuring she had been quite young when he’d first started calling her Sunshine. “Cause you’re the light of my life, obviously,” he commented casually.
“What?” Heather breathed, her hand falling away from his arm, her revenge forgotten, unsure if he was serious or being corny again.
Colton smiled at her warmly, “you’re the sun to my storm clouds, you remember that song your mom always used to sing? You are my sunshine, my only sunshine? You make me happy when skies are grey?” he reminded her, reaching over to tap his tattoo meaningfully, her eyes widening in surprise before watering, emotions flitting so quickly behind her eyes he had trouble deciphering them.
“I had no idea-” Heather swallowed, her hands tracing the sunbeams breaking through the clouds of his tattoo, illuminating a path for the ship sailing rough waters on his upper arm.
Colton smiled sadly at her, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye with his thumb, “sorry, I thought you knew. I’ve always loved you Heather.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, the movie forgotten, Heather threw her thighs over his, straddling him as she tried to suffocate him with her kiss, his head trapped between the headboard at his back and her mouth.
Cradling her, Colton groaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips, her pussy pressing against his growing cock. “Heather,” he managed to gasp before she silenced him again, one hand in his hair, the other clawing at his shoulder as he tightened his hold on her.
Nipping his bottom lip, Heather lifted her hips, reaching down between them with her left hand, angling his member as she lowered herself, joining their bodies slowly, enjoying the way she stretched around his girth. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips, tears rolling over her cheeks as she attempted to process her emotions.
Cupping the back of her head with one hand, Colton pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, bracing his arm around her back, his other hand settling on her waist as she rode him gently, the movement of her hips as rhythmic and rolling as gentle waves against a lakeshore.
Heather panted, one hand on the side of his head, her fingers in his hair, the other plastered firmly over his heartbeat, she might be his Sunshine, but he’d always been her anchor, the only sure thing in her life she could cling to when things got overwhelming. Holding him deep, she sank down onto him, letting gravity drive him as deep as she could take him. Heather reveled in the sensation, never wanting to part with him again.
Colton captured her lips, kissing her indolently, tasting her with his teeth and tongue, pleasure coursing through him as her pussy pulsed around his cock in time with her heartbeat. He couldn’t remember ever feeling closer to her. Letting his hand slip off her hip, his squeezed her ass gently and thrust, swallowing her responsive moan as she began to move her hips once more.
He shuddered, the slick pull of her cunt pushing him to the limits of his stamina, “Heather,” he whispered, trying to warn her.
She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips, her pussy clenching as she gushed, her release overtaking her, unable to remember another moment she’d ever felt so loved.
Colton gasped, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass as he came, her orgasm triggering his. Moaning, he pressed his mouth to the crook of her neck, grunting as he jerked inside her.
Scratching her nails over his scalp lightly, Heather sighed dreamily, enjoying the warmth the aftermath of their lovemaking had created between her thighs as Colton hugged her to him.
Reaching for the remote beside them, Heather clicked off the tv and then the lamp on the nightstand, returning her hand to his head. They spoke no words as the moments ticked by between them, Heather feeling safe and loved moored to his body as she ran her fingers through his hair, Colton calm and content as his Sunshine warmed his skin in the dark room.