Covered in Coal (11 page)

I pull into the driveway and shut the engine off. Luke runs his hand nervously down his jeans, before turning towards me. His gaze captivates me, held prisoner by piercing blue eyes eyes that glisten behind long dark lashes. His gaze is one I know all too well. Looking deep beyond his baby blues, he looks broken. I can see heartache and anguish beyond his eyes; it’s a look that reflects my own.

“Thanks for the lift. See ya ‘round, Carly.” Popping the latch on the door, he grabs his helmet and climbs out, slamming the car door behind him. He makes his way inside his house, with his head hung down. Addled by his reactions, I start the engine, and back out of the drive way and onto the winding country road.

Pulling into the driveway, I notice a black Chevrolet Silverado is parked to the side. I put the Camaro in park, and shut the engine off. My hands tremble as I reach for the door latch.

Approaching the front porch, I see Colton is sitting on the porch swing, with his head in his hands. He’s still in his mining stripes, covered in coal, black from the soot that he’s been crawling through all day. Seeing him like this, broken, causes my heart to falter. My heart slows down to a snail’s pace, as I feel the earth stand still. Walking towards him, I can hear my heart, the beat of a staccato, pounding slowly against the walls of my chest, desperate for an escape to the one and only man it has ever belonged to.

Sitting down beside him, I pull his hand into my lap, weaving our fingers together. Colton keeps his head down, and his eyes shut, squinting in pain. Grasping his chiseled chin, I pull his face towards me, willing him to open his eyes for me. When he opens his eyes, I wish he hadn’t. I’m exposed to the world of anguish that Colton is living in. His deep brown eyes are marred with red vessels, and tears vying for their release.

Taking a deep breath, I stand, pulling on his strong hand to follow me. Living with my own heartache has been insufferable, but seeing Colton, broken, reaching out for the healing that he so desperately needs, is my complete undoing. I have to be strong for the both of us. We’re both gambling on love, gambling on each other.

I lead him inside, away from the brisk fall air. I climb the stairs to my bedroom, to change my clothes, and Colton follows behind like a lost puppy. Grabbing some comfy UK sweat pants and a tank top from my closet, I go to the bathroom to change, leaving Colton standing alone and distant in the doorway. As I’m changing, I hear soft music echoing from my room. My heart constricts, slamming against my chest, as nerves rattle deep in my stomach. Pinching my eyes closed, I take a deep breath, before stepping back into the bedroom. 

Opening the door, I notice the song playing is
Fall Into Me
by Brantley Gilbert. He grasps my wrists between fingers, and pulls me tightly to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as he begins to turn me slowly to the rhythm of the song. Running his nose up the crook of my neck, and through my hair, Colton hums the tune quietly. Taking deep inhales, he begins to nibble lightly on my ear as deep rattling groans escape him. The music continues to play, as we tangle ourselves in the others embrace, swaying to the rhythm. 

Snuggled tightly to his chest, Colton tips my chin up so he can peer down into my eyes, seeing my heart, hearing what I can’t say with words. “Let me be your love song, Carly Jo,” Colton’s deep husky voice, barely a whisper. 

Slowly, he leans in and takes my bottom lip between his, gently teasing with soft licks. Gripping my hair in his hand, Colton tips my head back, and works his way softly down my neck, and across my collarbone. Running his fingers under the hem of my tank top he gently massages the small of my back, as he trails sweet kisses down my shoulder. Inching my shirt up slowly, Colton grazes the hem of my bra, before he quickly pulls my shirt over my head, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. I immediately want to cross my arms over chest, but I shake those thoughts, as I remember this is Colton. He’s the same man I gave my innocence to so many years ago.

Sensing my anxiety, Colton rubs soothing circles across my back, as he continually kisses the crook of my neck. Completely carried away by his affectionate conquest, I give into temptation and begin to love Colton back.

Rubbing my hands up the hard muscles of his back, I pull his shirt loose from his pants, then work my way back to the front to unbutton them. Surprised by this, Colton becomes even more excited, and kisses me deeper, harsher. Pulling his work shirt off, he rips the white under shirt away quickly, desperate not to break contact with me.

I trail my fingers up Colton’s bare tight chest, and my knees grow weak, trembling with fear, and passion. Colton continues to sway me to the music, which he has on repeat, as he hums softly. “Fall into me
, Carly Jo, I’ll catch you, and hold onto you forever,” Colton croons between hums.

My trembling knees fail me, and I stumble, but Colton grasps me tightly, then lays me back on the bed. A wide smile spreads across his gorgeous tan face. I feel a wall around my heart crack at his smile. His eyes glisten with love as he gazes deep into my soul, searching to find the love for him that has always been there.

Pushing my legs open with his knee, Colton presses both of his palms flat on the bed, around my head, caging me under him, as he slowly lays against me. I quiver at the close contact, as I tighten my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me, never wanting to let him go.

“I’ve waited too damn long to have you back in my arms again, baby. No matter what hell we have been through, we can only go on, together. I’d give my last breath, just to hold you in my arms.”

Running my fingers through his thick black hair, I pull his lips down to mine. With one simple kiss, I breathe into him, “I’ve missed you, Colton.” Colton’s lips come crashing down on mine, as his soft sweet kisses turn to raw heated passion, ravaging me like a beast, gnawing at his prey. His hands caress me wildly, exploring every inch of my heated flesh. I tug at his thick hair, as he continues to kiss, lick and tease me. Feathering kiss down my chest, he gently trails his fingers beneath the cup of my bra, then glances at me, for approval. Arching my head back at his sensual touch, Colton takes my movement as approval. Raising up, he rips away at the bra, leaving it in shreds around my back, exposing my now chilled breast. A devious grin spreads across Colton’s face, as he leans down, tenderly kissing my breast, while grasping the other tightly in his palm. He gently thrusts his hips into mine, pressing his hardness into me. A tiny whimper escapes my dry throat, as a fiery spark ignites in my core. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer to me, begging for more of his touch. Slowly, I trail my tongue along his jaw, carefully sprinkling small, delicate kisses along his throat. Colton peers down at me behind dark hooded eyes, filled with lust and want.

“Darlin’, I can’t stop myself from touchin’ you,” Colton whispers before dipping his soft tongue deep between my lips. “But I’ll stop if this is too much, too fast.” He continues to kiss me,
willing me to let him love me. Digging my nails deep into his hardened shoulders I plead Colton not to stop. Together, we kiss, touch and caress madly.

Raising from the bed, Colton strips away my sweats and panties, slowly, his hands an erratic tremble. I watch intently, my eyes wide with fear, excitement, and love. Lacing his finger through mine he pulls me towards him, motioning for me to undress him, as he just undressed me. Anxiety creeps through my chest, and my nerves stand on end, but I fight back the emotion. With shaky hands, I unbutton his pants, and slowly glide them down his long, muscular thighs, letting them crumple to the floor.  My hands immediately trail up his chest, tracing lines over the tribal tattoo that splays from the top of his shoulder, down his lean, cut side. Wrapping my tiny wrists in his rough hands, he guides me back down onto the bed, gently, before letting his hungry eyes peer over my bare skin. He slides his boxer briefs down his legs, springing free his hardened erection. Never letting his eyes escape mine, Colton slides his hand up my thigh, softly caressing me, finding his way to my aching core.

Sensing my fear, he presses his forehead to mine, and softly whispers, “You were made for me, darlin’. Feel how you fit in my arms, by my side? A damn perfect fit. Because you are mine. For always.”

Skin to skin, I feel so connected to Colton. It’s a euphoric feeling that I’ve never felt before. Colton kisses me lustfully, as his fingers continue to tease my delicate clit. Clutching the nape of my neck with his left hand, Colton kisses me deeply, while he fills me with his hardened erection. Wincing from the pain, I allow a tiny whimper to escape me. Colton notices, but his momentum never fades, as he wraps his right arm tightly around my waist, cradling me tight, as he slowly rocks our bodies together in a fluid movement. Flesh to flesh, the sensation of Colton and I connected like this is so overwhelming, nothing like I ever encountered with him when we were younger.

Tears begin to fall freely from my eyes, desperate for their escape of the overwhelming emotions I’m feeling. Kissing soft delicate kisses over my collar bone as he continues to rock us together, Colton kisses gently up my neck, to my face, kissing away the tears. He is so aware of my every emotion, careful to tend to me fully.

His pace heightens as he thrusts deeper and stronger, frazzling my core to a level I never experienced before. With a husky tone, Colton begins to moan deeply into my ear, before releasing a gut ripping growl. Tangled in each other’s arms, we both come spiraling down together, from the most euphoric, intense, sensation I have ever felt in my life. 

Colton’s weight crashes down on me, dirty, hot, and sticky. Together we lay in a warm embrace, quietly enjoying the solace of each other’s arms.

COLTON

Pullin’ into the driveway at Carly Jo’s house, I hang my head in defeat, seein’ that she ain’t home. I put the truck in park, and tap the steerin’ wheel nervously, fightin’ with myself, over fightin’ for Carly Jo. The dark clouds that hang heavy in the sky remind me of my heavy heart.

After battlin’ the relentless demons, I remind myself that I’m Colton Weston, and I always get what I want, if I fight hard enough for it. Fight…that’s what I decide to do. I promise myself that I will not give up on Carly Jo, I’ll fight till my last dyin’ breath.

Lightnin’ crashes and thunder rumbles in the sky. Growin’ anxious from sittin’ in the truck, I feel like I’m strugglin’ for air. I climb out of the truck, and lace my fingers together at the back of my head, to open my lungs up, as I draw in a deep fresh breath of air. Tiny droplets of rain hit me, so I go sit on the front porch swing, and wait, impatiently.

It feels like I wait an eternity, and I’m damn near in tears when I hear the deep rumble of a V8 engine pull into the driveway. With my head in my hands, I notice my palms instantly begin to sweat from my frayed nerves. I can’t bear to look up, and into her eyes.

As she pulls my hand into her lap, her touch sends an earth tiltin’ jolt through my veins. I wince my eyes shut, and fight back the tears that threaten to spring free. Carly Jo tugs on my chin, and I slowly open my heavy eyes and look sadly at her. The look on her face causes my heart to constrict. She stands, and pulls me inside the house.

She climbs the stairs to her bedroom, and I follow. Leanin’ against the door jamb, with my arm over my head, I watch her grab a change of clothes from her closet, then walk into the bathroom, her eyes never meetin’ mine.  When I hear the door shut, I look around the room, nervous to invade her privacy. On the night stand, I see her iPod, sitting on the dockin’ station, and wonder what she’s been listenin’ to, so I look through her playlist. Music always spoke volumes for Carly Jo’s emotions. Pullin’ the playlist up, my heart falters at the list of gut wrenchin’ music she’s been playin’. I scroll through the thousands of songs, and find one that’s perfect. A song that will let Carly Jo know that she’s safe with me, and I’ll never hurt her again. A song that will tell her that I’m playin’ for keeps, in this for eternity. Pressin’ play, I turn the volume to a soft level, and wait by the door for Carly Jo to exit.

Completely caught up in my overwhelmin’ emotions, I grab Carly Jo and begin to spin her around softly to the music, hummin’ in her ear. Her scent is beyond intoxicatin’, and I can’t help but to kiss and nibble along her delicate neck line. Hot damn the things this woman does to me. With just one simple touch, she has me as hot as fire. I can’t control myself with her. Damn I love her so friggin’ much. I just want her in my arms forever.

Carly Jo is as affected as I am, and lets her tension fall away, grippin’ me to her tighter. My mind goes foggy, and before I know it, I have her pinned beneath me, on the bed, makin’ the sweetest, most passionate love, I have ever had in my life. Soft and slow, I tell myself; make it last in case this is my last time holdin’ her, fillin’ her.

The orgasmic build-up is intense; I grip her tighter in arms, as I continue to rock into her, quickenin’ my pace. She lets out a soft whimper, and I lose myself, deep within her. She clings tight to my shoulder, as she comes apart around my cock. Holy frickin’ shit!