Colt & Serena: A Hysterics Companion Novella (The Hysterics Book 2) (4 page)

I
slowly kissed
down her cheek, locking my fingers in her hair and pulling her golden locks back. The sharp inhale that echoed in the room cheered me on and sent excitement coursing through my veins. Kissing down her neck, I felt Serena’s nails gently dig into the backs of my arms. I quickly nipped at her shoulder as I ran my hands down her back to her ass and picked her up in my arms. A soft moan escaped her gorgeous lips as her back arched and her legs wrapped about my middle.

I laid her down onto the dining room table, her legs still firmly wrapped around me. I placed her hands above her head on the table. “Keep them there.”

I stood over her and ran both of my hands down her delicate arms and over her chest. I unbuttoned her shirt, hastily pulling it off before practically ripping off her bra. Taking a second, I licked my lips as I watched the love of my life pant from the sheer pleasure of being teased by me.

Leaning down, I licked in a small circle from the bottom of her tits all the way to each nipple, biting and tweaking them. Her low moans and subtle shutters lit a fire deep inside me, intensifying my overwhelming need for Serena. Her nails dug into my back and the inner beast forced his way out of the cage. I forced her hand back where I had told her to keep them. “What did I say?”

She smirked at me, lust darkening her light eyes. “You know I have never been good at playing by the rules.”

I ripped her legs apart, sliding them onto my shoulders. I rolled my hands down her inner thighs, pulling her up by her ass. I undid the button and zipper of her jeans, pulling them off her gorgeous legs as fast as humanly possible.

I knelt in front of her, slowly starting to lick, making sure to taste every inch of her. Stopping at her bud, I sucked her clit into my mouth and Serena cried out, “Oh, fuck, Colt.” Her knees started to shake and I could tell she was close to orgasm number one of many for the evening.

I played at her opening with my tongue, picking her ass up off the table and locking her knees around my shoulders so I could get in a little deeper. Cupping her ass, I spread her lips apart with my thumbs as I licked deep inside her.

“Fuck, Colt. Holy shit.” Her hips bucked as she rode out her orgasm on my face and my dick twitched from my erotic victory. “Baby, it’s your turn.” Serena tried to get up from the table but I shoved her back down. 

“I will tell you when you’re finished.”

I gripped her ass harder, picking her up until just her shoulders were on the table, I ran my hands down her milky thighs, feeling her shudder from my gentlest touch. I reached down quickly, unbuttoning my shirt and pants, getting undressed as quickly as possible. 

I heard a soft “Yes” come from Serena as she exhaled with a low growl. “You better fuck the shit out of me. I need to feel you come with me.”

“You better wait for me then, baby.” I felt her clinch as she tried to keep her climax at bay as it started to build quickly inside her again. I grabbed her hip in one hand and pressed the head of my dick against her opening as she exhaled sharply. “How badly do you want it?”

She moaned, grabbing my wrist. “Please, Colt.”

She didn’t even finish my name before I was deep inside her, feeling her walls stretch and pulse, taking in my length. She slowly slid her legs from my shoulders and wrapped them tightly around my waist. My fingertips dug into the tops of her thighs as I used the leverage to get as deep as possible into her pussy.

“Colt, please. I can’t hold this in much longer.”

“I fucking love when you beg me to let you come, Serena.”

I watched as her nails dug into her hips as she tried to maintain her composure. Her eyes rolled back a bit as they slowly closed and she finally took a deep breath in again. I pulled Serena’s right leg from around my waist, rolling her onto her side and pushing her legs together, still thrusting into her.

She cried out. “You’re in the perfect fucking spot.”

Her cunt pulsed and tightened around my shaft until it was too much for either of us to handle. I felt her body release as she trembled, orgasming more intensely than I had ever felt. Within seconds I was pulsing inside her, riding out the most euphoric bliss we had ever experienced together.

* * *

C
racking open a couple of beers
, I made my way over to the couch to watch some rerun of America’s Next Top Model because it made Serena happy.

“Oh, the things I put up with for you.”

She grabbed her PBR from my hand, sliding a koozie onto it. “You know you secretly love this shit.”

I shook my head quickly. “Not in any way, shape, or form. But, it makes you happy, and that’s enough for me. Thanks again for bringing food to practice.”

Her big blue eyes looked up at me as she covered her legs with a blanket. “Of course, I love hanging out with the guys. Sucks I don’t get more time to do it.”

It was time. It had been a long time coming and I felt the words building up in my mouth like a dam about to burst. I grabbed Serena’s hand and shifted so I was looking directly at her. “Can I pause this?” I asked with the remote in my hand.

“Yeah, of course. Everything all right?”

I cleared my throat and counted to ten. 
Here goes nothing. 
“Serena, I know that you don’t believe in marriage—fuck, you know that I don’t either, so I am not asking you to marry me. I am asking you to be with me. Only me, for the rest of your life. No strings, no paperwork. Just two people together because deep down in their soul they know it is the right thing to do. Come on tour with us. Stay with me. Leave this place and run wild with me for the rest of our lives.”

She took a deep breath, staring into my eyes as hers welled with tears. “I am so in love with you, it's insane and it scares the ever-living shit out of me. No one has ever had me questioning my entire life the way you have, and at the same time I'm addicted to the way you make me feel.”

I sat there paralyzed, hoping she would continue, but she just sat there, tears ready to fall. “Is that a yes?”

She smiled and wiped away the one escaped droplet. “Colt, I want nothing more than to spend every minute of the rest of our lives not being married to you.”

I crushed my lips to hers before reaching for the drawer in the coffee table. “I was hoping you’d say something like that.” I reached in and pulled out two ring boxes.

“What did you do?” She stared at the velvety cases in my hands as her cheeks got red.

“Well, I know we’re not getting married, but that doesn't mean I don't want other guys to know you’re taken, and I thought it was only fair for me to wear one if I expected you to have a ring on your finger.”

I opened both of the boxes, showing her the two silver bands. Mine was plain and hers had a large solitaire circular diamond. “These were my grandparents’. My mom saved them for me and couldn’t be happier that you’re going to be wearing her mother’s ring.”

Serena gaped at me, quickly glancing down at the sparkling stone. “Is this real life?”

“As real as it gets, my love. As real as it could ever get.”

I
sighed
as I opened the door to our apartment. It was relieving and heartbreaking that Cruz had taken the news about me leaving so well. I knew I would still tattoo on the road here and there, but I had really grown to love Vatican and all the guys I had begun to think of as family.

“So how did it go?” Colt was sitting on the couch with beer in my wine trough, slices of my favorite pizza on plates, and
Sense and Sensibility
waiting on pause right at the opening credits, the name Alan Rickman blaring in fuzzy letters on the screen.

“Man, you really pulled out all the stops for this one, babe.” 

He smiled and helped me with my coat. “I knew this was going to be a hard day, so if I could help make you smile at the end of it, why wouldn’t I? So, the suspense is killing me.”

I took a sip of a freshly opened Coors and slumped onto the couch where Colt joined me. “To be honest, I thought he was going to rip my face off, but luckily he didn’t. Cruz took it way better than I was expecting.”

Colt laughed a little, chewing his slice of deep dish. “That's good!”

“Oh yeah?” I scooted closer to him on the couch, leaning my chin onto his shoulder.

“Mmmm hmmm. I like your face not ripped off.” Colt’s arm wrapped around my shoulder and I leaned into him.

“Total plus for you to spend the rest of your life with a non-hideous chick.”

He pulled me close to him, holding back a laugh. “Fucking right it is.”

“Would you still love me with a ripped off face?”

“I imagine I would, but we wouldn't kiss nearly as often.”

I kissed his cheek. “Love you.”

“I love you Serena, and I always will.”

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