The aroma of freshly-brewed coffee wafted through the apartment, awakening Kate from the deep slumber she had found herself in. Colton's imprint lingered on her sheets and the smell of his cologne mingled with the coffee perforating her sleepy senses. Yawning lazily, Kate stretched out her sore muscles, watching the handsome figure sweep into her bedroom.
Holding a steaming mug in his intricately-decorated fingers, Colton grinned, "Good morning."
Sitting up, Kate rubbed her eyes before gratefully accepting the cup and taking a sip, "I didn't picture you to be an early riser."
"Have you learned nothing? I'm full of surprises," he smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against her warmed lips.
"That you are," she murmured against his mouth, smiling as he exhaled softly. Her lips were swollen from last night, reddened and tender, but the sting was nothing compared to the feeling that erupted throughout her as he kissed her.
“Do you have plans today?”
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Tracing steady circles around her swollen clit, Kate felt herself slowly climbing to her climax. It was agonizingly slow, and Colton’s voice rasped in her ear to stay still. She hadn’t even realized she was jerking her hips forcefully to meet his fingers, desperately craving more. A moan escaped her, Colton acting quickly to swallow it.“You have to be quiet,” he chuckled, but Kate could hear the hunger coating his voice.His fingers slid down across her slick folds, teasing her, pulling her back every time she came close. Kate turned her face to him, irritation burning across her skin, “Stop it.”Raven eyes stared down at her, desire eating away at him as he smirked. He did as he was told though, two of his fingers spiraling around her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Kate’s legs began to tense, Colton’s boot hooking over them to keep them still. His mouth found hers, his tongue massaging hers viciously as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her with a fres
Kate woke with a groan, her neck stiff from their awkward positioning. She glanced down at their naked legs, draped together, the cum he had spilled into her now sticky between her thighs. There were sweeping strokes of it against his hip from the movement of their sleep. Colton’s eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in a soft, melodic rhythm. He seemed so peaceful, so unlike the Colton she had known in the past.Thick brows highlighted the round, coal-colored eyes hiding beneath long lashes and Kate could make out small, healed scars that indicated at one time he’d had an eyebrow ring. His tanned skin pulled taut against his sharp jaw, peppered with black stubble. She didn’t know how it was possible, but he looked even better up close.“It’s creepy to watch people sleep,” he mumbled as his eyes struggled to open, blinking softly a few times to adjust to the daylight that streamed through the open curtains. Luckily, Kate was on the fourth floor and didn’t have
Wringing her hands in her lap, Kate tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear and let out a shaky breath. The last person she wanted to be talking to right now was Preston Abbot. His smug arrogance permeated through the phone and she regretted calling him immediately.“Well Kate, I’m a very busy man. Is there a reason for your phone call or are you hoping to have a catch-up?”Licking her lips nervously, she struggled to speak. She had been hoping to speak to Alison, Preston’s mother, but she knew it was a possibility that Preston or his father would be on the other end of the line. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, filling her lungs with a gulp of air, “Y-yes actually. I was wondering... have you heard anything from Harry?”Preston scoffed as if he were offended before his voice grew cool, “You know I haven’t. I don’t associate myself with criminal scum.”“So he hasn’t been released?”“I’m sure he would’ve called our father if that was the
As the police drifted through her apartment, taking photos and filtering through her intimate belongings, Kate sat on the lounge, her face hot under the gaze of a female police officer. Her blonde hair was tied in a tight chignon, her cap sitting neatly in her lap. Her eyes trailed over Colton’s frame, his arm slung defensively around Kate's still quaking shoulders. Kate couldn’t tell if she was suspicious of him or attracted to him. They were both valid possibilities.Kate recounted her tale of Harry, the note that had been left, and the belongings that she could definitely confirm had been taken. The police officer smiled sympathetically, noting down the important things and nodding as Kate spoke.She rubbed her hands against her pressed pants, tucking her notepad and pen back into her pocket, “Thank you for the information, Miss Grayson. You can request a copy of the police report to give to your insurance agency if you’d like. I’ll look into Harry Abbot and contact y
Kate stirred in Colton’s arms. He brushed the soft waves from her face, shorter than the rest of her hair and framing her full lashes. Her mouth was ajar, the sheen of her teeth visible as she breathed slowly and steadily. Her fingers curled against his chest, her face trying to nuzzle into the nook of his arm that just seemed to fit her perfectly.He could tell she was in a deep sleep. Spending every night with her for the last few weeks, he had learned her sleep rhythms, what the different speeds of her breathing meant, just like he knew her favorite foods, the way she liked her coffee in the morning, and the things to do to her body to make her toes curl and her pant his name.Their relationship was intense. Arguing was a regular occurrence, but it never lasted long. It was usually a product of Colton’s jealousy or Kate’s disapproval of his behavior and it was settled faster than it started. But it was passionate, and he spent the majority of his days striving to make
The sounds of Colton’s gym cranked through the stairwell. Kate sympathized with the couple in the apartment below. The man had gotten the confidence to talk to Colton about it but his presence was intimidating and after blasting through a bunch of expletives, the poor guy had hurried down the stairs, probably to buy a pair of earplugs.But the couple from downstairs faded from her memory at the hard grunt that escaped Colton’s apartment. Fluttering her eyes shut, Kate envisioned the sight that would behold her upon entering the apartment. There were few things better than the bare, sweaty torso of Colton, his flexed muscles glistening between his beautiful patterned skin. She licked her lips and skipped the stairs two at a time to get to him faster.Dark eyes flickered towards her as she threw open the door, a smirk growing at the flush in her cheeks, “Fuck, you took those stairs fast.”Kate grinned, setting her work-bag down delicately and kicking off her shoes. C
The knock on the door sent Colton racing. Skidding over the broken glass and splintered chair leg, he flung open the door, praying to whatever it was he believed in that Kate would be on the other side.He knew better though. For all her kindness and compassion, she was stubborn as fuck. Just like him.A sharp stab seared through his foot and as he looked up at his guest, he let out an aggressive “Shit.”“Lovely to see you too, Colton,” Paloma scowled, her eyes traveling over his shoulder and to the mess that he’d created. “Fucking hell, what happened?”Waving her in, Colton sagged to the sofa, analyzing the damage the shard of glass had done to the sole of his foot, “Kate’s not here if that’s who you’re here for.”“She’s not answering the door or her phone, for that matter. Do you know where she is?”Narrowing her gaze to Colton, his brows furrowed as his thick fingers and clipped nails tried to burrow out the glass. He shrugged nonchalantly, “Sh
The stiffening of Colton’s muscles was evident as Kate slipped from the bathroom, the dusty pink material of her floral dress swishing around her calves as she walked. She’d added more waves to her hair, allowing them to cascade over one shoulder. Colton gripped her waist, settling her against his lap while she slid on a pair of nude heels.His breath was hot against her neck, his nose burying into her soft curls, “Couldn’t you have worn jeans and like, a band tee? You look way too good to be having dinner with Wanker.”Kate laughed, the sound trailing around the room as she turned to face Colton, brushing her glossed lips against his, “His name is Wade, and it’s a nice restaurant. I don’t want to look like a slob. You do realize there will be a lot of people there? It won’t just be Wade and I.”“Still, I don’t like it,” he said gruffly. “I’m sure his grandma has some matchmaking plan ready to go.”“And if she does, I will very politely tell her that I’m alre
The hot water beat down on Kate’s tired body, doing little to ease the aches and pains of her exhausted muscles and absolutely nothing to diffuse the mental depletion she felt. Perpetually fatigued was now her permanent state of being, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She hurried to work the shampoo through her now shoulder-length brown hair, keeping one eye on the baby monitor that flashed on the vanity. She closed her eyes momentarily, silently praying that everyone stayed asleep for just five more minutes. Bubbles tingled across her pink chipped toenails - a reminder from her and Paloma’s last day out alone, sans kids. She stifled a giggle, remembering how Colton had phoned her, asking her a million questions while squeals echoed in the background. Upon her return, he had met her at the door, black tee covered in spit-up and mashed banana while exhausted eyes stared at her gratefully. The click of the bathroom door dragged her from her thoughts, squinting eye
Colton’s wide eyes stared back at Kate, as she panted through yet another excruciating contraction; her entire pelvis spreading apart to allow their baby to enter the world. The floral tones of Bernadette’s perfume wafted through the room as she returned, snapping on a pair of blue latex gloves, a stack of blue sheets tucked under her arm. Another woman trudged behind, not clearly as enthused as Bernadette, sanitizing her hands before sliding on her own pair of gloves. Snapping her gum, she made her way over to the machine beside Kate’s bed, mature hazel eyes peering over square glasses to scan the paper slowly rolling from the machine.“Okay, Kate,” Bernadette chirped from the end of the bed, her short hair curled eloquently atop her head. Kate took in the swirls of brown, ebbing and flowing across her crown as she pushed through another surge of pain. “Kate,” Bernadette smiled, patting Kate’s bare leg to garner her atten
Shivering as she swept the blankets off her bloated body, Kate groaned, awkwardly clambering from the bed, one hand attempting to massage her lower back as she waddled to the bathroom. The sun had begun to rise, its rays just starting to seep through the small crack of their curtain. It bounced off Colton’s watch face, illuminating a soft glowy spot on the roof. She cast a glance over her shoulder, unable to help the smile that grew across her face at Colton’s muffled snores, his bare torso exposed with one inked hand resting atop it. His wedding ring glistened ever so slightly in the dewy dawn light. She’d always assumed married life would feel no different and for the first few weeks, aside from the bubbling excitement that they’d actually gone through with it, it hadn’t, but as the weeks turned to months, Kate grew to understand exactly why people did it. Knowing that Colton had wholeheartedly committed himself to her for the rest of his life was an
The car jounced down the dirt road, wheels spinning stray flecks of gravel through the air. The sky was almost pitch black now, a thick blanket filled with tiny stars that glinted brightly against the navy backdrop. The woods, still filled with the unsettling presence of flashlights, seemed eerier in the rearview, the few police cars that remained at the cottage shining from the glow of the kitchen light emanating from the window. Kate tugged at the threads of Colton’s sweatshirt, pulling the fabric over her mouth as she buried herself into the passenger seat. The radio announcer's voice drifted through the otherwise silent interior, talking about a new song being released by a popular female artist. Kate tried to focus on what he was saying, to push away the intrusive thoughts that were swirling through her mind, but his words turned into a mish-mash of nonsense, garbled sounds that made no sense to her. From her peripheral, she caught Colton m’s hand resting gently aga
“Colton!”Her own voice rang in her ears, the sharp whistle of a gunshot pulsing deep in the chambers of her mind as all other noises diffused, dulling down to an almost non-existent whine. Colton’s body crumpled to the floor, the rifle discharging as it hit the scuffed floorboards; another loud pop burrowing into her eardrums. Attempting to stand, she clutched her stomach, huffing as she brought herself to her feet, watching in horror as a small team of officers, dressed in dark S.W.A.T vests, approached, their movements slow and controlled, methodically assessing the scene before them.“Kate!”Sandy’s voice cut through the mind-numbing noise, the warmth of her hand resting on Kate’s shoulder, preventing her from moving forward. Tearing away from her grasp, Kate stumbled forward, tripping over Preston’s extended leg and careening to the floor. She stuck out her hands, her wrists taking the brunt of the impact as s
Tucking her knees into her chest - as far as her pregnant stomach would allow - Kate covered her ears, consciously inhaling and exhaling through pursed lips in an attempt to steady her erratic heart. Somewhere in the lounge room, she heard Colton shuffling about, the harsh rake of the curtain rings sliding along the thick wooden rods, shading them from the view of the outside. He continued grumbling over the phone, the string of expletives showing no signs of easing as his heavy footsteps clunked past her, growing muffled in the weathered carpet as he retreated into the bedroom. Cabinet doors banged open, the clang and clatter of objects dispersing as he rifled through them before forcefully slamming them shut with an irritated grunt. The anxiety coursing through her triggered the baby, its tiny limbs poking and prodding her stomach as she strove to calm herself down.“You better have someone here soon, Sandy,” Colton spat in the background, the sound of ano
Stepping out onto the expansive back deck, Kate huddled into one of the wicker chairs, stretching out her legs to allow the tiny glimmer of sunlight to spatter across her sweats. Keeping the knitted blanket wrapped loosely around her shoulders, she clasped the hot cup between her palms, inhaling the sweet nuttiness of her almond cappuccino, lovingly brought back by Colton from his morning stroll into town. The fresh air, thick with the scent of pine needles and earthy rain, consumed her, allowing her to breathe deeply for the first time in weeks, if not months. Casting a gaze out at the dense woodlands before her, she smiled. Even though she’d denied him multiple times, Colton’s insistence on bringing her out to Rhys’ reclusive cabin had been the best idea he’d had in a long time. They’d been there only two days and already she was feeling like a whole new person. Her gaze flittered to the back door as it swung open, Colton’s broad shoulders unclothed, his shirt being used t
Three months laterPuffing out the influx of air she’d sucked in, Kate smoothed her white blouse over her stomach nervously, the silky material oddly comforting beneath her palm. The musky scent of the courthouse irritated her nostrils, old wood and leather mingled with thick clouds of cologne, emanating from the men dressed in stiff suits as they walked past her, their shoes click-clacking against the linoleum floor. Leaning back, she rested her back against the pastel yellow concrete wall, a chill radiating through her spine, as she tugged her phone from her purse. She smiled at the presence of Colton’s name on the screen and the black love heart nestled beside it.Good luck, baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can. This fucking dick is taking his sweet ass time.The memory of his crestfallen face flashed through her mind, the way his fingers had curled around the neck of his beer bottle as he jotted down the time and date for
“How the hell do you have boxes – plural – of stuff? Paloma left with two trash bags,” Colton huffed, sliding the final box from their car across the bedroom floor, watching with a wince as it skidded into Kate’s leg. “Sorry.”“Ow.” She dropped the shirt she was folding, rubbing her leg before frowning up at him. “She forgot a lot of things, and it was easier to pre-fold my clothes and put them into boxes, rather than chuck them into trash bags again.”Knowing it was best not to argue while her sweet features housed a scowl, Colton sunk onto the bed. “D’ya want help?”After spending the first twenty minutes tidying the chaos that was Colton’s clothes, his shirts and shorts scrunched and stuffed into the spaces her absence had left, the remainder of her task was relatively simple. “I’ve just got the rest of this box and the one you just brought in left,&