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“How’s Lucy doing?” I ask, turning to Caroline, Colt’s mom.
She looks up from cutting lettuce and looks over to Lizzy, smiling.
“She’s doing really good.” She turns her smile to me. “She misses Lizzy a lot, but agrees that she doesn’t want Lizzy to see her at the facility. Her therapy sessions are going really well and seem to be helping her.”
“That’s good. I’m sure she’s anxious to get home.”
“She is, but knows this is what she needs. She’s halfway there. Only three months left.”
My mom walks up on the back patio after taking the steaks down to my dad. She stops and kisses my cheek, before grabbing a bag of chips and opening them to pu
t them in a bowl. Both her and Caroline leave a few minutes later to carry their dishes to the picnic table.
I feel arms wrap around me from behind and smile as I turn to face Colt. He dips his head for a brief kiss, causing a low ache to form in my belly. This is a good kind of ache though.
“I love that our families get along so well. And they all get along with my friends. I love having everyone together,” I tell him.
His arms around me shift as he leans back against the railing, taking me with him and pulling me slightly between his legs.
“That’s because you’re pretty amazing, and you attract pretty amazing people.” His smile is lazy as he looks down at me.
“Thank you, Blue.”
“For what?”
I look around the yard and see it full of the people I love most in the world. I wish I’d had the nerve to come clean sooner to my family. I’ve missed so many years with them. But now that I’ve told them the truth, we can start rebuilding our relationship.
I look back at the man in front of me. My Blue. The man that’s made my dreary life shine bright. He’s the one that’s made this possible for me. He’s the one that’s given me the courage and has brought my family back to me, and has given me so much more. Without him, I have no doubt I’d still be stuck in my directionless life, living a lonely existence.
“For giving me this.”
I lean up and rest my lips against his, silently thanking him again for giving me more than I ever knew was possible. A life worth living, and a love worth fighting for.
Epilogue
One year later…
Colt
I glance down at my watch and silently curse. I’m fucking late. Abby is going to kick my ass, after I fuck her nice and hard first, but still, an ass kicking is definitely on the horizon.
I pull open the door and step inside. An eerie silence greets me, and at first my heart pounds in my chest with fear. I expected Abby to meet me at the door, ready to jump on me the minute I stepped inside. I drop my keys on the bar and strain to listen. A noise catches my attention, and I cock my head to the side, trying to hear the sound better. There it is again, a soft moan.
I dump my suit jacket on the couch as I pass by and tug off my tie as I walk down the hallway. The moans become louder the closer I get to the bedroom. Sweat pops up on my forehead and my hands are shaky as I start on the buttons on my grey dress shirt. I kick the door open to the bedroom and stop in my tracks at what I see. My hands ball into fists and my jaw clenches so hard that I fear my teeth will crack. A growl rumbles in my chest, and it takes every bit of strength in my body not to pounce.
Abby must hear me, because her eyes pop open wide, and the hand she’s currently using to pleasure herself stops its movement.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I snarl, popping off the rest of the buttons on my shirt as I yank it off my shoulders. My hands immediately go to my belt next to work on my pants. I can’t get my clothes off fast enough.
Abby’s lips tip up into a sexy smile as she watches me hurriedly get undressed. She’s sitting back on the bed, wearing a black tank top, and her panties still around one ankle. Part of the tank is pulled down with one tit hanging out. She looks like she was in too much of a hurry to get her clothes all the way off. It’s sexy as hell, and has my dick turning to stone.
Her hand starts moving again, slipping her slippery fingers over her slit and dipping them back inside. She pulls them out, and I groan when she pinches her clit.
My pants hit the floor and my legs carry me to the end of the bed, where I stand and start stroking my cock. My eyes travel up her legs, across the very tempting sight of her hand giving her pleasure, over her small, but no less gorgeous breasts, to the flutter of her heartbeat in her throat, and up to her eyes, which are currently full of nothing but carnal desire.
“You’re late, Blue” she says, her voice just shy of being labeled a whimper.
“You seem to be getting along just fine without me, Mrs. Blue” I say, using the name I’ve given her.
