A Touch of Christmas Magic (Peppermint Hollow #2)

15. Kai

CHAPTER 15

KAI

Sleep came easily after mind-blowing orgasms, but the intense newness of what Colby and I had woke us not long into our slumber. Hands and mouths exploring quickly turned to me on my back, legs spread, gasping as Colby kissed my neck and sucked my nipples.

He rocked his hips, our hard cocks sliding together. “Fuck, I could come just like this,” he said. “Just lookin’ at you.”

“Or you could get that dick in me,” I said, gripping his ass and pulling as if I could absorb him into my skin.

“Greedy,” Colby said, but he reached for the lube.

“Yep.” I stroked my cock. “Been waiting for this for too long.”

Colby smeared lube into my hole, stretching me open.

Knowing I should have let him work me open a bit longer, but unable to fight back the urge to have him inside me, I reached for him. Stilling his arm, I met his eyes. “Please.” Only one word, but he knew what I wanted.

Slicking his cock with the leftover lube and adding a bit more, Colby slotted himself between my legs. The look of awe and love, eyes filled with gentle heat, took my breath away.

I’d been waiting for this.

Waiting for him.

Waiting for something I’d accepted would never happen.

As he slid into me, his thick heat invading my body, pushing through the tight ring of muscle, I knew what it meant to have a dream come true.

The deeper meaning of souls melding into one.

We were more than sex, of that, I had no doubt.

But taking him into my body, connecting with Colby in the only way we’d never shared, sent goosebumps over my skin, and had my chest so warm and full of love I struggled to take a proper breath.

“This okay?” Colby asked, voice taut as he held himself still.

“God, yes,” I whined.

He let out a breath and surged deeper, making me cry out. Then he set a slow, easy rhythm of in and out that lit me on fire.

But I wanted more.

“Colby. Fuck,” I gritted out.

“What do you want?” he asked, his big hand caressing my face, moving to grab a pec, teasing over the nipple, and squeezing.

“Over the bed. Fuck me,” I begged.

Colby cursed, leaning in to kiss me. Our tongues slick and hot as he rocked into me over and over. “Bend over,” he said, slipping from my body and moving back to give me room.

Bent over the bed, my legs spread for him wasn’t a position I’d ever taken for other lovers. I was open, vulnerable, and so damn turned on I almost nutted against the mattress.

“Shit,” I mumbled, gripping my dick as I reached for a towel to protect the bed that wasn’t ours.

Colby took his place between my legs, nestling his hot, hard length between my ass cheeks as he leaned over me. With his chest pressed to my back and lips feathering kisses to my neck, he whispered, “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

Bucking my hips, a keening noise escaping me, I gripped the sheets. “Fuck, Colby, please. Give it to me.” I’d never begged a man to fuck me. Never felt that searing need all the way to my core. But everything with Colby was new and right, and I longed for him to fill me up.

Colby straightened and pressed his cock against my hole. With twin groans filling the air around us, he slid into me as my body opened, welcoming him home.

Big hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as Colby pumped his cock into me over and over. The slick heat, the sweet sting, and the fullness all spelled out how complete and right we were together.

“Fuck, Kai. You look so good on my cock,” Colby gritted out, never slowing his thrusts. “Fuck. Wish you could see how pretty you are spread open and taking me so good.”

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

My best friend was a smooth-ass dirty talker.

Who knew?

And I was one hundred percent here for it.

“Yeah?” I grunted. “Tell me.”

Colby bent over me, bringing his mouth to my ear. “Fucking hell, Kai. I could watch my cock fuck into your pretty hole all damn day. The way you open for me, your skin clinging to me as I pull out, stretching around me when I push back in. Wanna fill you with my cum.”

His words sent shivers through me, and I whimpered. “Do it. Fuck, Colby, fill me up.”

Colby ran both hands from my shoulders, to my elbows, to my wrists. Gently pulling my arms straight, he threaded our fingers together, his pumping hips never faltering. Bringing our arms under my chest, Colby held me tight, his body curved protectively around me.

The friction of my dick against the bed, Colby’s cock punching my prostate with each thrust, and the deliciously dirty words he whispered in my ear had me mere seconds from detonation.

“Colby, fuck me. Go hard. Come in me,” I begged.

He grunted, breathing heavily as he increased the speed and power of his thrusts. “Fuck,” he bit out. “Fuck, Kai.” He buried his face in my neck. “Fucking hell, baby. I can feel it. Feel your cum leaking from my ass.”

That was all it took for both of us to explode.

I turned my head and let Colby devour my mouth as my throbbing cock spilled over the towel. Colby’s dick pulsed in my ass, the wet heat of his cum adding to the slick slide of flesh against flesh.

He collapsed onto my back, breaths heavy and fast, warm kisses to my shoulders and neck. “Fuck.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. That was…”

Colby froze. “Was it bad?”

“Fucking hell, man. That was the best I’ve ever had.”

Colby’s chest expanded against my back and I heard the smile in his words. “Yeah, it really was.”

I squeezed his hands still tucked under my chest. “I love you.”

“Because I’m a sex god?” Colby teased, his breath hot against my ear.

“Takes one to know one,” I shot back.

Our laughter turned to pathetic moans when Colby slipped from my ass.

“I love you too,” he said. “But now, I need sleep.” He yawned and stood up straight before making his way to the bathroom for another towel.

Once cleaned up, ignoring the fact we desperately needed to shower—exhaustion won out—we curled together in the dimly lit room and slept.

I woke several hours later, if the sunlight streaming into the room was any indication, with Colby’s rock-hard cock pressed against my ass. His hand traveled down my arm to my hip bone before gripping my morning erection. “Good morning,” he growled at my ear.

“Good morning,” I said on a sigh, loving the warm strength of his hand stroking me.

“How sore are you?” he asked, rocking his hips against me.

“Not too bad,” I answered. “Got something in mind?”

Colby rolled his hips. “Can you take me again?”

“Fuck.” I whimpered. “Yes.”

Colby ran a thumb over my leaking slit before gripping my knee and pressing it to the bed. With my ass spread open for him, Colby guided his cock to my hole and pushed through the ring of muscle. The invasion pulled a cry from me, the sweet sting of exquisite pleasure washing over me as he slid home.

“Fuck, Kai, you’re still slick with my cum,” he murmured at my ear.

I shivered thinking of his cock sliding into my hole still slick with lube and cum from earlier. “Give me more, make me yours.”

Colby threw his arm around my chest and yanked me tightly against him. “No one else will ever fuckin’ touch you,” he growled. “Mine.” He thrust harder.

A breath shuddered from me as love and desire, lightning-hot, shot through me. “Yours. Fuck, Colby. Always yours.”

It wasn’t just the sex talking. We’d belonged to each other for a quarter of a century, we’d just finally wised up and could talk about it now.

“You own me,” Colby whispered, slowing his thrusts. “CoJack forever.” His cock slid in and out of my messy hole, the sound of sex filling the air. “Touch yourself.”

Taking my throbbing cock in hand, I moaned. Jerking myself to the rhythm of Colby’s thrusts, I was soon a babbling, begging mess. Pleading for Colby to make me come and give me his load.

When his hips froze and liquid heat filled me as Colby grunted out his release, I gave into the orgasm and spilled all over my fist.

The rest of our weekend was spent much the same as the first half. Between calls home to check on Elsie, we feasted on carry-out, binged movies, and took uninterrupted naps when we weren’t having the best sex of our lives.

Eventually, though, we had to admit we’d nearly sexed ourselves out and needed a break. We finally broke out the Welcome folder the owners had left for guests and discovered a jacuzzi and sauna out back. We vegged out in both several times, making out, laughing, talking about Elsie, and looking forward to the future.

“Do you want to go do something since we’re on our own?” I asked Colby.

He’d shaken his head, not even opening his eyes from his relaxed position in the hot tub. “No. We can’t have much of this at home. We can take Elsie pretty much anywhere we’d want to go, she’s easy like that. She’s not easy when it comes to giving us time to rest. So, I say we enjoy this and we can plan trips with her and the guys.”

Which sounded absolutely perfect to me.

When our weekend away came to an end, we were sure to tidy up and wash the sheets. We left the bed unmade with the clean sheets folded neatly at the foot, but there was no way we were leaving a pile of cum-covered sheets for the owners to wash.

We rushed home, ignoring our parents’ assurances that everything was fine and to take as long as we wanted. We needed to get ready for the week at work, but more than anything, we’d missed our baby terribly.

About a week before Christmas, the three of us spent the day at Ivy and Emory’s place. Emory had planned a mimosa brunch followed by coffee and chocolate, peppermint-stick ice cream sundaes. We all got to taste the lovely chicory-flavored coffee from the special mugs, but Colby and I opted for regular with cream and sugar.

“Stop telling them it’s from the lead-based paint,” Emory groused at Ivy, but love and affection shone brightly in his eyes.

The six of us had opened gifts from each other, and Colby and I protested about how much the guys had spoiled Elsie with over-the-top gifts. An indoor slide she wouldn’t be able to use for a while, a water and sand table for the patio, and a coupon for babysitting from the four of them.

“That’s only good for a dinner date, no overnights,” Ivy grumbled.

“And all four of us have to be available,” Trevor added, fear glowing in his eyes.

“Don’t listen to them, they’re chickens.” Emory picked Elsie up and tickled her belly, making her laugh. “I’ll babysit any time you need me.”

Magic let out a quiet woof.

“Me and Magic,” Emory amended.

As the day drew to a close and the sun sank below the horizon, casting Peppermint Hollow into wintery dusk, we said our goodbyes, bundled Elsie up, and headed across the side street toward home.

Colby grabbed my elbow as we reached the front sidewalk. A man stood on our front steps.

Jerking me toward the pine tree in the front yard, Colby motioned for me to stay there with Elsie. From our hiding spot, we watched. The man peered into the window, cupping his hand to his eyes. Stepping back, he took an envelope from his inside coat pocket and dropped in into our mailbox.

Then he walked toward a dark sedan parked across the street, gave the house a once-over, and climbed into his car. Taillights vanished down the street.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked.

Colby bristled beside me. “I don’t know, but I don’t like it.”

A chilly wind swirled around us just as icy fingers dug into my heart.