Chapter 5

5

Melissa

H is hand slips down my back, exploring the hem of my velvety top.

I shiver in his hold, immediately sinking into an even wilder state of arousal. I’ll soon lose what little self-control I have left.

Colton stops and looks at me, the tip of his nose against mine. “You are insanely sensitive to my touch,” he concludes.

“I think it’s because I had no physical contact for so long,” I whisper.

“I think it’s something else,” he replies and proceeds to kiss me again.

He’s hungry. I’m hungry. Desperate.

All hell breaks loose as we devour one another, tongues swirling, souls clashing and hands roaming everywhere. I don’t even register when my top comes off or when his fingers unclasp my bra and release my breasts.

“Fucking hell,” Colton growls as he trails wet kisses down the side of my neck.

I tilt my head back and abandon myself completely. His lips ignite little fires everywhere, my nipples perking as his fingers explore, touching and squeezing and pinching until I whimper from sizzling arousal.

Liquid heat pools between my legs as he beckons me to lay on the carpet.

Colton slips out of his sweater and pins me down with his whole body. I caress his shoulders, registering every muscle and recording every inch of smooth skin as he kisses my breasts.

“Oh, yes…” I whisper, my chest rising.

He takes a mouthful of my bosom, his tongue circling frenetically before he sucks my nipple harder and harder. “You taste like fucking heaven, Melissa,” he growls and continues his exploration, kissing every bit of naked skin on his way down.

“It’s been so long,” I manage, his tongue finding my navel. “Fuck.”

My pants come off. My panties are so wet; he peels them off me before he spreads my legs. I glance down and admire the fiercely ravenous look on his face as he gazes at my pussy.

“This must be what heaven looks like,” he says.

I’d laugh, but he dives right in, his tongue sliding between my wet folds and setting me on fire. I moan, instead, harshly as he uses two fingers to test my entrance. Pressure gathers in my core, tightening into an electrifying ball that will wreak havoc upon its release.

Colton licks my pussy, reveling in the moment as his fingers go in and curl on the way out. The stimulation is too much to bear, and I clench furiously as he closes his lips around my swollen clit and sucks harder until I fall off the edge of the world.

“Oh, God,” I cry out as I come gushing. He finger-fucks me and presses his tongue over the swollen nub, squeezing every drop of this magnificent orgasm. “Oh, God… Colton… OH…”

“That’s it, baby, give me everything,” he says, forcing me to ride the whole thing out until I’m shaking and spasming with pure delight. “That’s it.”

The sound of his belt buckle has me opening my eyes.

“I need you inside me,” I tell him. “All of you. Please.”

“Touch yourself for me,” he says, smiling devilishly as he wrestles his way out of his jeans. I love the way his rippling pectorals bounce with each rushed motion.

“Okay.”

He stops as his cock springs free. It’s huge. It’s thick and veiny and twitching, asking for me. I lick my lips as I bring a hand down between my legs. I’m so wet, my pussy still rippling in the aftershock of my climax.

“Yes, sir,” Colton says.

“What?”

“That’s what you say when I give you an order in the bedroom. Say it.”

I can’t help but offer a mischievous smile before I bite my lower lip and proceed to touch myself. “Yes, sir.”

He strokes himself a couple of times, watching me as I flick my fingers over an insanely sensitive clit.

“Please, sir,” I beg him with a pout. “I need you. Please.”

“Keep touching yourself,” he commands me. “I’m coming, baby, but I need you to come with me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Colton grins and plunges deep inside me. I hold my breath as he fills me to the brim, stretching me until it almost hurts. He’s on top of me, his massive frame obscuring everything else. My fingers keep moving. Teasing. Working my body into a second round of raw pleasure.

Slowly, he begins to move.

One thrust and I whimper and lock my legs around his narrow waist. I keep one hand on my breast, kneading the flesh under his watchful eye while I bring myself closer to the peak of a maddening release.

“That’s it, baby,” Colton says, pumping harder and deeper into me.

He uses one elbow to support himself, while his other arm snakes around my hips, raising me to better receive him. “Holy fuck,” I gasp as he goes all the way into the center of my soul. “Oh, wow. Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop!”

“I need to feel you come all over my cock, Melissa.”

“Yes, sir,” I play along, eager to explode.

Our eyes are locked, our lips glistening and parted as he fucks me faster, harder, deeper. I love the sound of skin slapping skin, his hardened balls bumping with every intensifying thrust. He spears me, over and over, and I stroke my clit, harder and harder. The tension becomes unbearable. His breath is ragged and uneven.

“Fucking hell,” he snarls and kisses me, then flicks his tongue over my lips before he bites into my breast, pounding into me like a wild beast.

I fall apart, feeling every inch of him inside me. My pussy clenches hard as I come apart. “OH, GOD!” I manage and bite his shoulder as I let loose. He goes wild and splits me in half, harder and faster until I glaze him with my juices, and he releases everything, and I feel the hot jet of cum streaming through me.

“Oh, Colton.”

“Melissa,” he whispers in my ear, beads of sweat trickling from his temple.

I taste it. I lick it off his cheek, then kiss him as he gives me the last few pumps.

My whole being is ablaze, an explosive supernova that expands into the great wide nothingness. My lips quiver as they meet his for the kiss that ultimately seals the deal. Tonight, I am his, and he is mine.

We’re locked and fused together, having forgotten about everyone and everything else. We’ve given into a hunger that had been growing within us since the moment I got here.

I’ll regret it in the morning, I tell myself again as we dissolve into the sparkling afterglow. He collapses on top of me, leaving soft kisses along my neckline as he takes his sweet time pulling out of me. Not that I mind. My core is still rippling, my pussy still squeezing him tightly.

As the minutes melt into the sweet silence that follows, Colton’s body keeps me warm and motionless beneath him. I try to make the most of this moment and live in it fully, unapologetically, but something snaps, somewhere in the back of my head. A pressure builds up in my chest, and it is not pleasant.

Oh, no.

My eyes pop wide open.

I feel trapped under the full weight of the man I welcomed deep inside me. I can’t breathe. Everything turns white as I suddenly fight to get him off me.

“Melissa, what’s wrong?” he asks, quick to pull back.

“I can’t… I can’t breathe…”

I’m crying and wheezing, my chest too tight. My lungs hurt. My heart feels like it’s about to explode. I have no control over any part of my body. Hot tears stream down my cheeks, and I try to look at Colton, but all I see is an impression of him through a curtain of steaming water. My skin is so tight. My bones so heavy.

“Melissa, try to breathe. You’re having a panic attack,” he says, gently caressing my bare back, my shoulders.

But nothing seems to work.

His presence alone should be enough to soothe me, yet all it does is push me farther down this spiral of pain and anguish, my inability to regain my senses crippling me beyond repair. I cry my heart out and feel my chest constricting even tighter with each attempt to breathe normally.

The room feels small.

Too hot.

“Outside,” I manage. “I need to get outside.”

My hands reach for my clothes, but they’re nowhere to be found. I can’t even feel the carpet’s soft, plush fabric, though I know for sure I’m touching it. I do feel Colton’s hands like fluttering butterfly wings traveling up and down my arms.

“Hold on,” he says.

A second later, he wraps me in a thick blanket and scoops me up in his arms.

I take a short breath in, just enough for my vision to clear and for me to see where he’s taking me. It’s the middle of the night. There are red, green, and gold ribbons decorating the hallway staircase. White and gold snowflakes. Colton opens the front door. I catch a glimpse of the miniature Nativity scene on the side table.

The icy cold of the winter night hits my face.

Colton carries me outside onto the porch.

It’s snowing, a biting wind snapping at my cheeks. But it’s working. Somehow, it’s working. I hold on to him, hold on for dear life as he shudders and sits in the nearest chair. It doesn’t matter that he’s cold, it doesn’t matter that the snow falls heavier and thicker in the darkness of the night. What matters is that he’s holding me close, snuggled in the blanket.

Holding me close and waiting for my panic attack to subside.

“It’s okay,” he says through clattering teeth. “You’re going to be okay.”

I can breathe again. The air feels so cold and sharp as it invades my lungs. Blood flow is quickly restored, and I become more and more aware of my surroundings. The ranch unravels at Colton’s bare feet, toes mingling with the snow on the porch.

“Colton,” I mumble. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he says, kissing my cold cheek. “It’s fine. Let it pass.”

“I am… It’s working. The freezing temperature is doing something right.”

“I’ll stay out here with you for as long as you need me to,” he says, lips constantly pressed against my cheek. Oh, Lord, how can this man be so kind, so good to me?

I snuggle in his embrace, trembling as my body temperature catches up. Soon enough, it gets uncomfortable.

“Okay, please take me back in.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m freezing my ass off,” I say with a laugh. “I’m sure, thank you.”

He chuckles and carries me back in. But we don’t stop in the living room. No, he takes me upstairs, straight to my room. I end up under the warm covers while he goes back downstairs to lock the front door, to collect our clothes from the living room, and to turn the lights off. A few minutes later, he’s in bed with me, his naked body glued to mine as I regain my senses, one layer at a time.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, one arm draped around my shoulders as I rest my head on his hard chest, my fingers absently playing with the few curls of blonde hair just below the base of his neck.

“I’m okay. Breathing is back to normal. Tingling sensation is gone,” I reply. “Again, I apologize. I don’t know what started this.”

“Melissa, I’m going to say it again, hopefully for the last time. Stop apologizing.”

“Sorry. Oh, shoot,” I huff, almost ready to punch myself. “I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”

He laughs lightly and kisses my forehead. “The episodes are relatively short, aren’t they?”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

“A few minutes, tops.”

“This one was shorter because of the sudden cold exposure.”

He sighs deeply and gives me a tender look. “I’m not really comfortable dumping you out into a snowy blizzard when you have an anxiety attack.”

“I won’t hold it against you. It works.” I smile softly. “Thank you, Colton. I really don’t want to get you or myself into any trouble. If this is too much, I’ll—”

“There’s something you should know,” he says, prompting me to lift my head so I can properly look at him. “Before you express your concern about losing this job for the umpteenth time.”

“I’m well within reason to—”

“No, you’re not,” he cuts me off. “I asked my lawyers to file for your permanent employment after you finish your Path to Freedom Initiative program with our ranch. It’ll be a smooth transition. You won’t have to go anywhere. You are more than welcome to keep living and working here after your sentence is completed.”

“Oh…” I’m speechless. My mind has gone blank, yet my heart has grown a few sizes as I stare at this man, this gorgeous man with deep blue eyes and a sandy-blond mustache that tickles me when we kiss. This gorgeous man with a gigantic soul and the touch of a god. “Colton, are you for real?”

“I am, yeah,” he chuckles, then pulls me into a deep kiss. “I told you, Melissa. You’re safe here. You’re home.”

“But why?” I ask. “I’m just a cook. An inmate.”

“We both know you’re infinitely more,” he replies. “And if you don’t want to see it, well, then, I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

His lips catch mine.

The taste of him has me drunk and softening beneath the covers. A different kind of heat takes over. The good kind as my muscles melt against his, as my soul begs for his. Soon, we’re tangled and making love again. Losing ourselves again, with no care for what tomorrow might bring.