Holding You
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Shaking my head, I set my phone back down on the coffee table, but not before I turned it to silent. Taking the blanket I still had in my hand, I draped it over Lauren. She mumbled and let out a contented sigh. She looked happy.
Crawling in bed, I pulled the cover over me and brought Lauren up against my body. She fit perfectly. The feel of her naked skin up against mine was heavenly. Unlike anything I had ever imagined. It didn’t take me long to completely relax as I listened to Lauren breathing in and out softly.
Pulling her closer, I whispered, “I love you, Lauren. I’m never letting you go.”
FEELING LAUREN MOVE and stretch next to me, I felt my hard dick pressing into her back. “Mmm . . . I take it that means you’re ready for round three, Mr. Mathews.”
Opening my eyes, I saw goose bumps covering Lauren’s body. Turning, she faced me as her hand rested under her cheek. “Are you sore, sweetheart?”
Scrunching up her nose, she whispered, “A little. But I want you, desperately.”
I was hyper-aware of the warmth radiating from Lauren’s body as she spoke. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you utter those words from your lips.”
A wistful smile spread across Lauren’s face. Leaning in, I kissed her lips gently. The kiss was soft and slow at first. Pulling her over and onto my body, we both began to lose control as things heated up. Lauren began rubbing against my hard dick, and I was wishing like hell I had a condom on.
Breaking our kiss, I panted out, “Condom . . . Lauren . . . we need a condom.”
Her eyes were lost in a need I wanted to satisfy. “Where? Colt, where are they?”
“Wallet, it’s in my wallet.”
Jumping up, Lauren searched for my wallet. “Where is it?”
Sitting up, I pointed to the coffee table. Lauren reached down and paused as she looked at my phone. Standing back up, she spun around. “Where’s my phone? Oh my gosh, Colt where’s my phone?”
“Um . . . I don’t know. In your purse?”
Lauren ran over to her phone and my dick became so hard I was sure I could cut glass with it. Watching her breasts bounce as she ran was almost enough to make me come.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I pushed the covers off of me.
Pulling her phone out then swiping it open, Lauren glanced back at me with a panicked look on her face. “My dad was calling your cell phone. I had my phone muted from the wedding.”
Scrubbing my hands down my face, I let out yawn. “Why are you freaking out, just tell him that. It was muted from the wedding and you forgot to turn it back on.”
Placing the phone up to her ear she shook her head as she chewed on her lip. “You don’t understand my dad, Colt. He’ll think I’m irresponsible for not turning my phone back on.”
I knew Scott was pretty strict when it came to Lauren, but I didn’t think he was too terribly bad. He expected a lot from her. Just from our talks about the business, he felt like Lauren could do a good job running things, but he didn’t think she was responsible enough to handle it all on her own. That’s where I came in. I knew me being involved in Scott’s business was a sore subject with Lauren, and I was not about to bring that shit up.
Making my way into the bathroom, I pushed the door open to the small room that held the toilet.
“Holy sheets! Motherfucker.”
Smiling, I shook my head. Only Lauren would attempt to not use one swearword, only to follow it up with a larger one.
“Colt! We have to go! We have to leave now!”
Lauren came running in and grabbed my arm, mid piss. “Lauren! Wait, I’m using the toilet! Holy shit, what is wrong with you?”
Glancing down at me peeing, Lauren made a funny face and then looked back up at me. For one brief second I had a complex about my dick.
“My parents are leaving Port Aransas.”
“So, why does that mean we have to leave our little heaven?”
Finishing up, I motioned for Lauren to step out so I could head over to the sink. Turning on the water to wash my hands, Lauren let out a frustrated breath. “No, you don’t understand. They’re leaving Port Aransas and heading to A&M.”
Grabbing the hand towel, I wiped off my hands and nodded. “Really? What for?”
Placing her hands on her hips, she tilted her head and pursed her lips before she said, “They want to visit with me and see the house. See the project I’m working on.”
It took a solid ten seconds for it to soak in. “Oh. My. God.”
Nodding her head frantically, Lauren quickly found her bag and got dressed. I stood there stunned. My life flashed before my eyes as I pictured Scott’s fist making contact with my face.