Filthy Beautiful Love (11 page)

"Like what?"

"Pressing you against the wall with my cock buried inside you. I should have been more romantic. Gentler with you."

She shakes her head. "I needed it that way," she says, disagreeing with me.

"But why?"

"Because all these weeks spent abstinent, I was starting to think there was something undesirable about me. I needed you to lose all control and take me like that," she admits softly.

"There is nothing undesirable about you," I assure her, bringing my hand to her face and rubbing my thumb along her lips.

"Show me…" she murmurs.

I reach down and stroke my cock that is hard again and lays extended against my belly. "This is what you do to me. You get me so hard and aching."

Her cheeks flush and she sinks her teeth into her plump lower lip.

"Think you can handle this again?" I ask.

Without exchanging a word, Sophie moves on top of me, straddling my hips and rubbing her wet pussy lips up and down my shaft.

Her confidence and sexual comfort level continues to surprise me. She knows what she wants and she isn't afraid to take it.

"Come here, sweetness. Take my cock."

She lifts herself up, positioning me at her opening and slowly begins to lower herself down. This time I enter her more easily, her silken heat enveloping me beautifully.

Unaccustomed to feeling so out of control, I bring my useless hands to her hips and settle them there, but allowing her to control the motion.

Watching her eyes as she takes me, something in my chest squeezes like it might explode. I'd never experienced a sense of trust so complete. It's overwhelming. She'd come back to me, believed in me to do the right thing and then gave herself to me fully.

"What do I do?" she asks, balancing above me.

"Ride it, baby. Take me deep."

She flattens her hands against my abs and wiggles her ass, tossing me a sexy grin. "Like that?"

"Fuck yeah. Like that."

She giggles. "It doesn't hurt as bad this time."

I knew she was lying to me before about not being sore. When I'd washed her in the bath, the cloth I used between her legs came away with a tinge of pink, sending the primal side of me into a fit of rage. I hated knowing I'd hurt her, but I fucking marveled in the fact that I'd been the first man to penetrate her sweet pussy.

I frown. "You should have told me it hurt before."

"No way," she shakes her head, still concentrating above me on moving slowly up and down.

"Why no way?" I grunt. It's extremely fucking difficult to concentrate on our conversation with her tight heat strangling my cock.

"I wanted it, Colton. I wanted this and you right from the very beginning."

"Me too," I admit. "I'm glad we waited though."

"So am I," she says.

We hadn't even discussed protection this time, and the amount of trust that took between us felt incredible. Despite only knowing Sophie for a short time, we shared an intense, deep connection. One like I'd never felt before. We were both on the same page with not wanting anything between us. I was vaguely aware that I needed to be careful about coming inside of her, but my mind didn’t work all that clearly where she was concerned.

Gazing down at me with burning blue eyes, Sophie takes me deeper and lets out a happy little sigh. "I love you, Colton."

As good as her snug body feels around me, it is nothing compared to the way its feels when she says those words. Love and acceptance and raw emotion rush over me. This isn’t just a physical act. It is so much more than sex. Locking my eyes on hers, I rise from the mattress, until we're face to face. "I love you with everything that I am. I am yours, and you are mine, sweet Sophie."

"Yes," she murmurs, bringing her lips to mine.

I catch her hips in my hands and lift and lower her on me. "Fuck me beautiful girl. Ride my dick."

"Yes sir," she moans.

Sophie works her ass up and down on me – effectively silencing any more declarations between us. She feels fucking incredible.

Every time she rocks against me, I can feel her love burning right through me. White hot and so powerful it steals my breath. I'd never understood the sentiment
making love
, or how it differed from sex, but in this moment, I do. I completely fucking get it. It's a beautiful act. Two bodies sharing one perfect moment, racing together toward release. This is what I've been waiting for. This. Us. Face to face. Nothing between us but raw heat and sweet exploration.

Unable to lie quiet and still a moment longer, I lift her from me and place her flat on her back against the bed. I move over the top of her and spread her legs wide.

"This time I want you to come on my cock." I push forward, sinking inside her with a swift thrust.

She whimpers softly and chews on her lip.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," I tell her, pushing my cock into her just a little deeper.

Sophie moans, her legs lifting and wrapping them around my hips.

"Is this okay?" I ask, rocking forward again.

"More, Colton. Give me everything," she breathes, placing her lips against my neck.

Sinking deeper between her thighs, I thrust forward – hard - filling her with every inch I have to offer. I feel Sophie stiffen and I remind her once again to breath. She does, inhaling deeply and releasing a tortured cry.

I might be the one on top of her, filling her body with my cock, but I'm not stupid enough to believe I am the one in control. This girl fucking owns me. With her sweet nature, her strength, her innocence that she's letting me shatter and of course her warm, wet pussy. She's perfect. And she's finally mine. Nothing is going to change that. 

Kneeling on the bed before her, I circle her clit with my thumb while I continue my long lazy thrusts into her. Her heat envelopes me in a tight, hot sheath, sucking my cock deep inside her. She's trembling all over, and knowing I'm getting close to the edge, I need to make sure she's taken care of before I go off. Our first time together, it was understandable that she didn't come with me, but this time I'm making certain she does. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t make sure my girl was taken care of?

Sophie's low murmurs grow faster together and I know she's getting closer.

"That's it, baby. Let go."

Damp sweat trickles down my spine as fighting off my orgasm becomes a physical ache.

I plunge inside her again and again, my jaw tightening. My heart is throbbing painfully in my chest and I'm about to come undone. I just need to get her there…

We move together, deeply, our eyes locked together. "I love you, Sophie."

She clenches around me, her body spasming wildly as she comes.

"Fuuck," I roar, burying myself in her perfection.

I wrap her in my arms and she clings to me. While we don't exchange a single word, the gesture speaks volumes. I don't even bother to pull out, happy to remain inside her for as long as possible.

I'm a controlled man in all things. In everything I do. From my company, to my charity, to stubbornly trying to manipulate the terms of my divorce, to buying Sophie that night… Yet all of that perfect order and control falls away in an instant. Love is unpredictable and uncontrollable. The force hits me like a thousand pound weight – weaving its way into every fiber of my being and taking up residence. I am deeply, madly in love with this woman.  I feel like I've been cut in two, raw and vulnerable and unsure of myself for the first time in my life. It's terrifying, yet I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world. 

C
hapter Nine

Sophie

"So sorry about the mess," Kylie says, ushering me inside her cute beach bungalow. "Thank God you're back though." She pulls me in for a one-armed hug.

She's frazzled – I can tell. If it wasn’t for the crying baby she's bouncing on her hip, or the messy knot she's sporting on top of her head, the file folder she's holding in her teeth is a dead giveaway.

I pull the folder free. "Of course. What do you need me to help with first?" I ask.

It's clear she's overwhelmed, or maybe I just showed up at a bad time.

"Can you take Max?" she asks, handing me the crying baby.

"Sure." I grit my teeth. I'm no good with babies. Or animals. Or plants for that matter. I blame it on lack of experience. His screams quiet as he gazes at me thoughtfully, but it takes him all of three seconds to decide that he's not a fan. His cries rise to epic levels that leave my poor eardrums ringing. But Kylie has already disappeared into the kitchen, shouting something about needing to grab him a bottle.

Okay then.

As I peer down at the little guy in my arms, it occurs to me that I've never seen him aside from the numerous photographs Kylie has framed in her office. He's usually napping when I'm here, or with his nanny.

He's a chubby little thing with messy brown hair and giant bright blue eyes. And I would say he's adorable, but the ear-splitting howls he's letting out make it hard to judge accurately. I'm sure he'd be much cuter cooing at me and making sweet babbling noises.

I bounce him against my hip just as I saw Kylie doing, but it's no help.

Thankfully, she returns with his bottle and takes him from me. When the nipple reaches his mouth, he instantly quiets and the relief in Kylie is visible. Her posture relaxing and a slow smile uncurling on her lips as she gazes down at him.

"Okay, shall we go up to the office and I can tell you where I left off? I can finish feeding this monster and then get him down for his morning nap."

"Absolutely."

We head up the stairs to the office space above her garage that Colton so graciously had built for her so that she could work from home with her baby. I still don't know the story behind their relationship, and I make a mental note to ask him about it tonight.

Work keeps me busy all throughout the day and being back in Kylie's fiery presence – listening as she makes tough sales calls, doubling her efforts to secure more donations – makes me feel even better about my decision to return to LA. She cold calls potential investors and sells them on the project with ease. I'm sure she's heard about Colton's divorce settlement and the reduced funds he has to contribute.

Our work is occasionally interrupted by bouts of screaming that we can hear crackling on the baby monitor. Kylie works in fits and starts – darting from the room to retrieve a stranded pacifier, returning to the office to type a rushed email on her laptop, and later playing an intense game of peek-a-boo while fielding questions from an investor with her cell phone cradled between her shoulder and ear. She's truly a super woman. I never realized just how difficult it would be being a single mother until I see her in action. I'm exhausted just watching her.

When I arrive home from work, I know the motorcycle parked at the side of the house means Colton's beat me home.
Home
. I sigh, happily. Kicking off my shoes in the mudroom, I go off in search of him. I don't think I'll ever get used to how big this house is. Maybe someday I'll talk him into moving us into a cozy one-bedroom apartment. Though I'd miss the ocean views way too much.

I find Colton in his office, his tie loosened around his neck, white shirt sleeves pushed up his forearms and a crystal tumbler filled with bourbon. Hard liquor as soon as he's home from work? This is new.

"Everything okay?" I ask, sinking down into his lap and bringing my arms around his neck.

He sets down his glass and rests his chin on my shoulder. "Just work." He releases a heavy sigh. "Things are fucked up at the moment."

He doesn't normally talk about his work much, and I realize that I want to be let in to this facet of his life. He's the CEO of a company that I know very little about.

"What's going on with work?" I ask.

He lifts his head and meets my eyes. "It's nothing for you to worry about, sweetness."

I might not have an Ivy League education like him, but I was pretty sure I could understand whatever was troubling him. Maybe I could even help make it a little better. Isn't that what girlfriends do?

I rise from his lap and stand before him with my hands on my hips. "I don't think I have to remind you that withholding information got you into trouble before. You never talk about your work. Let me in. Let me be a true companion, Colton."

The frown line running across his forehead deepens as he watches me. "That's not…I'm not trying to keep anything from you."

"How do you know Kylie?" I blurt.

"Let's go have dinner and we'll talk about everything."

Oh, fuck. He has that look on his face like he has to tell me something unpleasant.
Has everyone seen my boyfriend's cock?
Work tomorrow with Kylie is going be extremely difficult if so. As much as I like and respect her, I will not be able to keep my cool if they shared some illicit past.

Colton

Once Sophie and I are seated at the dining room table with our plates of food in front of us, I know I can't stall any longer. I'm not used to bringing people in to my world so completely. Even when I was married, I rarely discussed my work with Stella. I don't think she even knew what I did, in all honesty. But I also knew it was time to change.

"First, I know Kylie from college. She and I were in the same business fraternity. And a few years ago, when I was founding my charity, I heard from a mutual friend that she'd moved out here and was looking for a job. I interviewed her over coffee. We hadn't spoken in a couple of years at that point. I found she was more than qualified. She'd left her job at a big marketing firm out east to enjoy the California sunshine. I knew if I didn’t snatch her up, she'd soon have multiple offers from bigger firms."

Sophie fiddles with her fork. "So there was never anything romantic between the two of you?"

"No." It's the absolute truth, and I've never been more grateful that I kept my dick in my pants than I am in this moment. I couldn’t take another look of disappointment crossing my girl's features. "She's an employee, and that's all."