Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

C olson

If I’d been hard-pressed to describe heaven, I’d have said listening to the river eddying around the rocks, squirrels scattering leaves, the moon rising high in the night sky, and Tully. The only woman for me spread out on this rock, her taste on my lips, her cries weaving into the fabric of our special spot. I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to worship her body like this again, so clearly I had to have died and gone to heaven.

I lifted my head and took in the sight of her chest heaving, her neck extended, face lifted up to the stars. “Nineteen long years being denied this pussy.”

Her fingers, the ones that had nearly ripped my hair out and then gone lax, tightened again. She lifted her head off the rock, eyes hazy and lips parted. “Oh, you’re a dirty talker now?”

I licked my lips, tasting her all over again. I could have sworn her cheeks went pink, but maybe that was just the moonlight lying to me. “Fuck yeah. Learned the hard way to say what needs to be said before it’s too late.”

Tully’s eyes went even softer and her fingers stroked through my hair, sending shivers down my back. “Get up here.”

I obliged, unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them down to my ankles as I climbed over her body. “Fuck.”

“What?” Tully tried to shift to give me more room on the rock, but it wasn’t the room I needed. I required a fucking mattress, pillow, or even goddamn knee pads.

I looked down at her, a wry smile replacing some of the seriousness I’d felt a moment earlier. “This rock always been this hard?”

Tully grinned. “Gettin’ old’s a bitch.”

My eyebrows nearly went in my hairline that hadn’t receded even a millimeter over the years, thank you very much. “Talking tough for a woman who’s laid out on her back like a princess.”

Tully started giggling and it was music to my ears. The years faded away and it was just me and my best friend down by the river again.

“Switch places,” Tully ordered, sitting up and nearly pushing me right off the dang rock into the dirt. “Watch it!”

“ You watch it, woman.”

I held on somehow and shifted, putting an arm around her waist and heaving her on top of me as I got seated on the rock underneath her. My jeans were twisted around ankles still, but at least my knees weren’t barking at me. She straddled me, her boobs right in my face as she laid her hands on my shoulders to get situated.

“Ahh, luxury,” I purred, dipping my head to get one pert nipple in my mouth, effectively shutting me up.

Tully’s giggle turned into a gasp. Then she was rocking on my lap, getting some friction like a greedy girl. She was hot and wet against me, making my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck, she felt good.

I made myself release her nipple and get my hands on her hips to still her movement. “Hold on there, Cassio. Patience is a virtue.”

“Fuck your virtue, Colson. Let me ride your dick,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss me. Her tongue was in my mouth in an instant, demanding and confident.

My entire body jolted, both at her words and her confidence. We’d clearly both changed over the years and I was fuckin’ here for it. I broke from the kiss and lifted her off of me, just an inch or two. I looked down at us, amazed to be here, exactly where I’d dreamed of being for way longer than I’d like to admit. Tully’s pussy was mostly bare, just a thin strip of hair like she went to some fancy waxing salon in Hollywood. I didn’t care if she had her initials waxed into her hair, I just wanted inside that hot pussy.

“Guide me in, baby,” I said gruffly.

She didn’t waste a second, just grabbed my dick in her fist and lined me up at her entrance. I moved her hips down slowly, letting her sink onto me in tortuous slow motion. She dropped her head to my shoulder on a groan as she was fully seated. Every muscle in my body tensed. I wanted to bang the shit out this woman while also taking a nap buried deep inside her. The choice was obvious. I’d do the former, then indulge in the latter afterward.

“Nuh-uh.” Fuck, my words were barely a whisper at this point. I put some effort into it and got the rest out. “If we’re doing this, you’re going to be an active participant. Get your head up, woman.”

Tully snapped her head up and glared at me. “Give me a second. Not every day I sit on a dick, okay?”

“Please don’t talk about other dicks right now. Not when I’m just hanging on by a thread here.” My fingers were digging into her ass and I couldn’t seem to help myself. Fuck, I loved her ass.

Tully lifted an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed. “Shut up and lie back, would you?” She shoved my shoulders backward and I went with it, lying back on the hard rock and staring up at my ex-wife as she began to ride me. The rock had to hurt her knees like a son of a bitch, but my woman was tough.

Goddamn, she was also gorgeous. Dark hair a mess as it tumbled out of her ponytail. Breasts bouncing and thighs flexing each time she lifted up and then sank back down. Hands braced on my abs as she chased her pleasure. I clenched my fists and refused to give in to the orgasm that threatened the second I made it inside of her.

“Colson?” Tully whispered, her pace picking up.

“Yeah, baby?” I swallowed hard, wanting to give her what she wanted, but also so overwhelmed I could blow right now.

She looked at me, her lips wet and her eyelids drowsy. “My knees are fucking killing me.”

I barked out a laugh. That wasn’t what I was expecting her to say. “Told you.”

I had mercy on her. I sat up and wrapped my arm around her tight, taking over the lifting and dropping to ease up on her knees. Meanwhile, I made sure my other hand got between us to find her clit. Tight circles always worked before and now was no different. Tully’s head dropped back, the ends of her hair now teasing my arm. Her breasts pressed into my face and I took full advantage, laving them both, nipping and biting, circling and flicking until she fell apart on a shout.

It was hard to keep my shit together just looking at her, but when she was trembling in my arms, lips chanting my name, and her pussy clenching around my dick? Fucking impossible. I followed her over, lightning striking the base of my spine and spilling me into her, coating her with my essence, making an imprint I wished would never wash away.

We sat like that, holding each other and catching our breaths until my legs went numb and Tully moaned, this time from discomfort, not pleasure.

“Are we too old for this?” Tully said, lifting her head from my shoulder and grinning at me.

“Fuck no,” I instantly said back. Then she shifted and my tailbone sent up an SOS. “Maybe.”

Tully was giggling when she lifted off of me. She tried to stand and nearly fell over, grabbing on to my shoulders for support.

“Whoa, baby.” My pride was having a field day with this, thinking I’d fucked her off her feet. Then I went to stand and nearly toppled over on dead legs. My pride took a seat.

Tully’s giggles intensified as we stumbled around, looking for our clothing in the dark.

“You think this is funny?” I swiped my jeans up my legs, then jumped when what felt like a dry leaf scraped my ass. “Jesus!” I batted it away, hoping like hell it was a leaf and not some insect that had crawled in my pants.

Tully bent at the waist laughing, still naked, her shirt clutched in her hands. I rolled my eyes and came over, snatching the shirt from her and jamming it over her head for the second time tonight.

“Hope no spiders got in there,” I whispered before straightening, remembering how much she hated the crawly things.

She yelped and danced around while it was my turn to laugh my ass off. It felt fuckin’ good. I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time. Tully smacked me across the chest with her jeans, cutting off my laughter before I started all over again.

“Just getting the dirt off,” she muttered.

She finally stood, fully dressed, in front of me. She folded her arms across her chest, looking so damn cute with a frown on her face and the shine of sweat on her brow like she’d just gotten thoroughly fucked.

I bent down and kissed her, holding her face in my hands and backing her up until her back hit a tree trunk. All my frustration and want came through the kiss. I was semi-hard again just from kissing her. She let me devour her mouth, giving me time to get it all out before she slowed the kiss and banded her hands around my wrists.

“Hey,” she whispered against my lips. “Next time, let’s try someplace a little more comfortable, huh?”

Breathing hard, I flexed my hips against her, letting her feel exactly what she did to me. “So, like, not against this tree?”

Tully’s eyes were wide as she stared up at me. “I mean, I guess?—”

She didn’t even get the rest of that thought out before my hands were shoving her jeans back down her legs. I only got one leg out, but that was fine. Tully jumped and I caught her, pressing her against the tree as I slid right back inside her. I wasn’t quite hard enough, but I knew if she gave me a second, I could get there. I rested my forehead against hers, just relishing the feel of her around me. So hot and wet and perfect. She must have known what I needed because she started whispering words I’d never heard out of her mouth before.

“Have I told you how much I love your cock, Colson Wolfe?”

I flexed my hips, feeling new life pumping into my veins. “Tell me how much, baby.”

She kissed the side of my cheek, then my chin, making her way across my face. “Best dick ever. Hard, long, just the right size for taking my breath away. I think I’m going to need your cock every day here in Blueball. Pussy or throat, doesn’t matter. Think you can do that for me?”

Yep. Her words worked like magic. I pulled out and thrust back in, hearing her little gasp of air. My dick was back.

“I think I can do every day and twice on Sunday.” I gritted my teeth and railed her right against the tree until she screamed my name again, nails clawing at my shoulders. This round I took her on my timeline, setting a fast hard pace right through her orgasm and into mine. Tully lay against me afterward, not one single bone in her body holding her up.

When I caught my breath, I pulled her away from the tree and lowered her to her feet, massaging blood back into her arms and torso. Her head was still buried in my chest like she was asleep on her feet.

“Take me to bed, Colson,” she murmured.

“Baby, we live with my mom. You’re gonna have to put pants on first.”

She snorted against my chest and finally lifted her head. “Oh jeez. I really need to buy my own place.”

I squatted down and helped her leg back into her jeans, acting casual even with my heart hammering in my chest again. “Yeah? You thinking of buying a house?”

Tully leaned heavily on my shoulders, letting me pull up her pants and button them. I may have copped a squeeze of her ass along the way, but that was the tax she paid for making me dress her.

“Yeah. I have a job here. Now I need a house here.”

Hope wasn’t something I let myself feel often, but I felt it then. Intensely, actually. I knew this thing with Tully was just physical, but hearing her talk about sticking around Blueball had hope rising in my chest for the first time in nineteen years. The thing was, I wouldn’t press her for anything more than she could give. I’d made the mistake of not listening to her when we were kids. I hadn’t realized how much her mama’s behavior had affected her. Now that I knew, I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

I whistled for Hayes, who lifted his head and lazily got to his feet when he saw we were leaving. I rescued my shirt, slipping it on and putting my hand on Tully’s back to lead her to my truck. She got inside and I made sure she buckled up before I detoured to the carriage house on foot to drop Hayes off with Sophia. Tully’s mom was sitting on the couch reading when I knocked and came in. She gave me a once-over as I filled up Hayes’s food and water bowls, but she didn’t say a word. I almost got out of the house when she called over her shoulder.

“Tell Tully good night for me.” Then she started giggling, sounding just like her daughter.