Authors: Jordan Silver
I'm Colton Lyon's girl, I can't even...I
can't process all this joy at once, and my heart can hardly stand it I'm so
happy.
When I woke up this morning, and feeling a
little sore from my piercings, and the loss of my innocence, he was so
amazingly sweet and attentive.
He'd told me, in his gruff way of course,
that I wouldn't be going in today, and that he'd only be gone a few short
hours.
If I wasn't so sore, then I would've
rolled around on the bed with a big sappy grin on my face. As it is, I'm
propped up against a thousand pillows with movies set up to play at the touch
of a button, and a pile of magazines at my elbow, and believe it or not, not
the girly kind, but car and driver and biker's mags. He's so cute.
He'd made me take some pills and promise
to take more if the soreness got to be too much. Poor baby, he'd felt guilty
about leaving me, but I understood. He had a business to run.
I must've dozed off after all, because the
next thing I knew, he was traipsing into the bedroom with what looked like
packing boxes.
I sat up sleepily still rubbing sleep from
my eyes.
"What's going on?"
"Had a talk with your dad
yesterday."
"What, my dad? About what? I don't
understand."
"Calm down, Angel, it's nothing bad.
We just had a little chat about our relationship, and what my intentions are,
so to speak."
"Oh, okay." I was still a little
confused as he climbed onto the bed with me.
"First things first. How're you
feeling?"
"I'm okay, but I think I need to take
more pills soon though."
He got up and got me fresh juice to take
my pills.
"Here let me have a look."
He opened the short silk robe which was all
I could bear to wear against my skin at this point.
"Everything looks good, baby."
He sprayed some stuff on my new piercings
before opening me tenderly. To check for redness, he said.
"You're fine, baby. Only thing is,
after having you for just one night it's going to be hell waiting the two or
three weeks it's going to take you to heal."
He's saying this as his fingertips are
holding me open, so he couldn't miss the rush of wetness that eased out of my
body.
"Fuck, Angel, damn...I can't fuck you,
and I don't even want to risk eating you right now, but fuck..."
He shook his head, gave my kitty a sniff,
and then he rolled over onto his back with his forearm thrown over his eyes.
I could see his hardness through his
jeans.
"You're not the only one
suffering." Damn, since when did I pick up this annoying habit of saying
shit out loud that I wanted to keep hidden?
He turned his head and smiled before
ruffling my hair.
"I can still kiss my baby
though."
Swoon, does he have to be so damn perfect,
everything he says, and everything he does is so hot I can hardly stand it.
He put actions to words and kissed me
teasingly, and taking soft nips across my lips before covering my mouth with
his.
That's when I met playful Colton.
* * * * *
She's fucking amazing. I'm not one to be
taken by surprise, but this little girl has gone above and beyond all
expectations. She's more than perfect to be at my side.
She's going to be out of commission for a
while but that's fine. I'm going to take care of her in between running the
shop among other things, like setting up things in Arizona.
The guys already know they have to pick up
the slack for the next couple days, though they don't know why, and she should
be back to work in a day or two.
I think I might be overreacting a bit, but
there's more going on here than the physical changes in her body, she's also an
eighteen year old girl who just became a woman, and we have to celebrate that
shit. I've already got something in the works which I hope she'll love, but I
wanted her to know and understand always, how much it meant to me that she'd
chosen me.
Sharing a kiss with her makes me hotter
than fuck, but I have to slow things down. No sense in getting us both hot and
bothered.
"Let's watch a movie, baby."
"Yeah, Which one?"
So much excitement over such a small
thing. It only made me want to give her more.
"Anything you like."
"Are you sure, even if it's a chick
flick?"
"If it makes you happy, then I'm all
for it."
I've lost my fucking mind, so let's hope I
still have my balls by the time she's through with me.
"I'll go get the popcorn. Anything
else you need while I'm out there?"
"Yes, potato chips, soda, cookies,
all the goodies."
Fuck, I forgot my woman was a teenager.
I had to laugh at the thought before
stealing another smooch.
"Okay, Angel, I'll be right
back."
We spent the day just lazing around
watching her tearjerkers, which I enjoyed because I got to baby her even more.
"Baby, why do you watch this shit if
it makes you cry?"
"Because it's so good." She
sniffed into my chest.
"I'll take your word for it."
It felt fucking amazing to lay here with
her doing nothing. I don't remember doing that shit since I was like seventeen
with my first real girlfriend.
Her fingertips started playing over my
bare chest, soft, light touches that made my dick hard as fuck.
I took her hand in mine and pressed it
into my hardness.
"Stop torturing me, babe."
I felt the tremble in her body as she rubbed
me once.
I kissed her forehead, gave her a squeeze,
and took her hand back in mine resting it on my chest.
"Say something to distract me, babe,
because there's no way I'm doing anything with you feeling like crap, so talk
fast."
"Why is only one side of your body
tattooed? Why'd you leave this side bare?"
She smoothed her fingers over my ink.
"That's your side."
"Huh?"
"That's where you go, it represents
the rib that was taken from me to make you."
"Me, but what if...what if I'm not your
'one'?"
"Babe, you wouldn't be in my bed if
you weren't, and you damn sure wouldn't be moving in with me."
"Moving in..."
"Yeah, that's what I had to talk to
your father about, and that's what the boxes are for."
"My dad, oh my God, my dad knows?"
She covered her face with her hand and hid it in my side.
"Hey, calm down, Angel, it's not the
end of the world. This day was going to come sooner or later, and I think all
in all he's satisfied with the way things turned out."
She still didn't look convinced, but in
time she'll see I was right.
* * * * *
"Tina, it's me, Drake..."
"Oh my God Katarina..."
"No, no, nothing like that. I
just...have you heard from her yet today?"
"As a matter of fact I haven't, not
last night either, but I didn't think anything of it."
"Well, she's fine, but..."
I wasn't too sure how to word this, Tina
was a wild card, and when it comes to her daughter there's no telling how crazy
she'd get.
"Drake?"
"I'm here, listen, Kat...met
someone."
"What do you mean?"
"A guy, she met a guy."
"Already, but she just moved
there."
"I know but she seems really taken
with this guy, and uh, he came to see me yesterday."
"Well I guess that's something
anyway, shows the kid has manners, but what does he want with our
daughter?"
"Well, uh, shit...she spent the
night."
"She did what, Drake..."
"Look, she's eighteen years old, so I
couldn't very well stop her now could I, besides I didn't even see her. The boy
came to the station and asked if it was okay, then again, now that I think
about it, it was more like he was telling me how it was going to be."
"What! How old is this boy
anyway?"
"Uh, that's the difficult part,
Colton's thirty two."
"HE'S WHAT?"
"Take it easy, Tina, he happens to
come from the premier family in these parts, and his dad's the head of
Greenville General. He owns his own business here making custom bikes...he's
just a nice kid, Tina. Now keep in mind this is Kat's choice, and I didn't see
her, but she left me a note saying where she was gonna be, and I gotta tell ya,
I saw those two together and they're the real deal. The way this guy spoke to
me, well, he means business. I have to say I don't think she could be in better
hands."
"Well I need to know more about this
Colton. What's his last name?"
I gave her the information she wanted and
then hung up while hoping my crazy ex didn't show up here with guns blazing.
Kat was what you might call a late in life
baby. Tina and I had been trying what seemed like forever without success, then
one day out of the blue, after twenty years of marriage, she decided she was
done.
By then we'd drifted apart, and the
marriage was basically in name only.
Imagine my surprise when she called me up
two months later with the news that she was pregnant.
Six and a half months later I was the
proud father of a beautiful baby girl, and it broke my heart that after all
this time I wouldn't get to raise her, but I got to see her every year after
her birth.
When that business had happened a few
months ago, it had taken all my training not to commit murder, and my
profession warred against my fatherly instinct.
I wanted to string those little bastards
up by their balls and flay them until there was nothing left, and the one that
got away, sheesh, don't get me started. There was many a night I wanted to go
hunt that little fucker down, and bury him somewhere.
The only thing holding me back is that I
would essentially be leaving my little girl unprotected.
Nothing is more important than her safety
and happiness. If Colton Lyon was the answer, then I wouldn't stand in the way
of that.
For the first time in months I've seen a
glimpse of my little girl, the sweet, bright, funny tomboy who plagued me every
summer to do more and more outdoorsy things with her, never a dull moment.