Broken Saint (Seattle Saints #1)

68. Colton

68

COLTON

“ W hat is this place?” Ella asks as I pull into the driveway of a modern farmhouse-style home that sits on the edge of the town she grew up in.

“Ours,” I confess.

I feel the moment her eyes turn on me. My skin tingles and my blood heats.

“O-ours?”

“Yeah, if you want it to be.”

“Colt,” she whispers. “What have you done?”

“If you want us to stay at your mom’s, we can. I just thought?—”

“It’s perfect,” she breathes, her attention turning back to the house.

I thought it was pretty when I saw the listing with its big wrap-around deck and the lake that spreads out from the backyard, but it’s so much better in person.

“I just thought…” A lump of emotion crawls up my throat and cuts off my words.

“Come on,” Ella says, pushing the door open, eager to get out.

“Wait,” I call, hopping out of the car and racing around to her side to help her.

Her eyes hold mine as I lift her down, and the air crackles between us.

“I’ve missed you so much, Bombshell,” I confess, reaching out and cupping her jaw.

“Me too.”

Leaning forward, I rest my brow against hers.

No words are said as we stare into each other’s eyes.

Everything is so much more now. And I know she feels it, too.

Sensing that I’m struggling, she takes my hand, the one I punched Chad with, and lifts it to her lips, pressing a soft kiss there.

My heart skips a beat at her tenderness, the unconditional love that shines in her eyes.

“Take me inside, Colt. I need you.”

“Ella,” I breathe, still battling to contain my emotions.

With our fingers entwined, she leads me toward the house.

After punching the code into the front door, I push it open and let her walk in first.

“Wow,” she breathes, taking in the impressive entry hall and the huge statement staircase.

“Yeah,” I agree, but my eyes are firmly locked on her. “Beautiful.”

Sensing my attention, she turns back to look at me.

“Tour or?—”

“Bedroom,” she finishes for me.

Fuck. I love this woman.

“Come on then,” I say, ducking down so that I can sweep her off her feet.

“Colt,” she squeals. “Put me down. I’m too heavy to carry,” she demands as I take off up the stairs.

“You’re light as a feather.”

“Not true,” she argues.

“Wriggle all you want; you’re mine now, and I’ll carry you around as much as I like.”

Tightening her grip on my neck, she leans in and places a kiss on my jaw.

My skin burns where we connect, making me even more desperate for her.

I might have only seen the online listing for this house, but I paid enough attention to know where the master bedroom is, and I make a beeline straight toward it.

While the woman in my arms might be my primary focus, my movements falter when I step into the room.

The huge windows that span the opposite wall frame the back deck and the lake beautifully.

“This place is incredible.”

“Not as incredible as you,” I breathe as I kick the door closed behind us and march toward the bed.

Lowering her to the end of it, I drop to my knees and pull her sneakers and socks off before pressing a kiss to the arch of her foot.

“Colt.” My name is barely a whisper on her lips, but I hear it all the way down to my soul.

Reaching for her hands, I pull her to her feet as I stand.

“I love you, Ella Myers,” I tell her before pressing one hand to her stomach and cupping her jaw with the other.

My lips find hers before she gets a chance to respond, and I steal every word she might have to say with my kiss.

It starts sweet, the kind of kiss you’d expect of two people reconnecting after time apart, but it only lasts a few seconds. Because while we might have only been apart a few days, it’s been weeks—long, painful weeks—since we’ve been together, and the recent phone sex has only made me burn hotter and more desperate for my woman.

In minutes, I’ve dragged her t-shirt from her body and I have her jeans undone, ready to be removed.

She hesitates as I slide my hands up her sides before slipping them around her back to undo her bra.

I know why.

Other than that shower at Angie’s, it’s the first time I’ve seen her naked since her relapse. But I couldn’t give a fuck about any changes in her body, big or small. I love her. Every single beautiful inch of her.

My kiss doesn’t falter as I pull the lace from her hips, and she moans as her heavy breasts are freed, although not as loudly as when I replace the fabric with my hands.

“You’re beautiful, Ella. Sexy, gorgeous. Mine. You’re my everything,”

Her surprised squeal rips through the air as I sweep her off her feet once again, but this time, it’s not into my arms. Instead, I flip her onto the bed.

As she bounces, I drag my shirt from my body and shove my pants down my legs, toeing off my shoes as I go.

Once I’m down to my boxers, I reach for her, dragging her jeans off and throwing them behind me as I crawl up her body, placing kisses everywhere I can.

Her scarred thigh, her stomach, her ribs, her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.

“I’ll never stop worshipping you, Bombshell. And you never have to hide an inch from me.”

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and the second one slips free, I kiss it away, making her sadness and her struggles mine, too.

I catch her sob with my lips and kiss her as deeply as I possibly can, leaving her no choice but to feel everything I feel. Or at least, that’s my hope, anyway.

Her hands roam up and down my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist, dragging me down on top of her.

My blood boils and my body aches to push inside her, to seal the promise I made her with that ring last week.

Mine.

Ella Myers is mine.

Ripping my lips from hers, I kiss down the slope of her neck and then over her breasts.

“Oh god,” she whimpers as I drag my lips over her peaked nipple. “So sensitive.”

“Yeah?” I ask, doing it again.

“Shit,” she gasps, her back arching as she offers herself up to me.

With a smile, I tease her again before moving to the other side and sucking her into my mouth.

I alternate between the two until she’s writhing beneath me and begging for more.

With a smirk, I descend her body, peppering her stomach with kisses.

“I can’t believe there’s a little person growing in here,” I say after placing a kiss over her belly button.

“It’s crazy. Scary,” she whispers.

“Exciting,” I counter, trying to imagine how she’ll look with a round belly in a few months. I remember Kane talking about how hot he was for Letty when she was pregnant. I didn’t really get it then. Trying to work around that belly just seemed like hard work. But now, I really fucking get it.

I can’t wait. I want to experience every single fucking second of it with Ella.

Having her here and not with me in Seattle for the foreseeable future is going to be hard, but we’ll make it work.

“You’re really happy about this, aren’t you?” she says, propping herself up on her elbows and staring down at me.

“You have no idea, Bombshell.”

She continues to watch me as I curl my fingers around the edges of her panties and pull them down her thighs.

“I’m so fucking happy right now,” I confess, letting my eyes linger over her insane body until they settle between her thighs.

My mouth waters at the sight of her perfect, needy pussy.

“You’ve missed me, huh?” I muse.

“Colt,” Ella gasps in shock.

“What?” I ask, shooting her a smirk.

“You’re talking to my pussy as if it’s its own person.”

“Like you don’t talk to my dick.” I roll my eyes.

Her lips part to argue, but she holds back whatever words she was going to say. Instead, recognition flickers in her eyes.

“Whatever. Are you planning on just chatting or were you going to— COLT,” she cries when my lips brush her sensitive flesh, her arms giving out and sending her crashing back onto the bed.

“You were saying?” I ask, letting the deep rasp of my voice vibrate through her.

“Please,” she whimpers, lifting her hips from the bed.

“Anything you want, Bombshell. Anything you want.”

Latching onto her clit, I suck her just the way she likes before dipping lower and plunging my tongue inside her.

Her body trembles violently as she cries out as I work her closer and closer to orgasm.

I’m so lost in her scent, her sounds, her everything that I forget about my own needs and build her up higher and higher. But I never let her fall.

As much as I want her to come over my face, I want her squeezing down on my dick more.

“Colt, no,” she cries when I sit up and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Love hearing you beg for me,” I tell her as I stand at the end of the bed and drop my boxers.

My dick springs free and her eyes immediately drop to it.

“So fucking hard for you right now, babe.”

Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I begin stroking myself, letting her watch the show.

Her tongue sneaks out, wetting her bottom lip.

“You want my dick, Bombshell?”

Despite not being shy about sex at all, her cheeks blaze with heat.

“You know I do,” she purrs.

Placing her feet on the bed, she shamelessly spreads her legs wider, letting me see her pretty pussy.

Fucking love this confident side of my Ella.

“Fuck,” I groan as my knees hit the bed and I crawl up the bed and between her thighs.

“Yesss,” she hisses as I drag the head of my dick through her wetness.

“Tell me what you want, babe.”

“Y-you, Colt. I want you.”

Her eyes lift from where we’re connected, and all the air rushes from my lungs when they collide with mine.

“I love you, Colton Rogers,” she whispers.

My heart swells to the point that I swear it’s going to burst in my chest, and my hips thrust forward, my body beyond desperate to feel her clamping down on me.

“Shit, Colt,” she gasps as she fights to accommodate my size after so long.

“Relax, babe. It’s just me.”

Her expression softens, and the sappy smile on her lips grows as she reaches out and cups my jaw, her thumb brushing my cheek.

“This…this is all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Fuck,” I choke out. “Me too, Bombshell. Me too.”

Dropping lower, I steal her lips in an all-consuming kiss as I begin to make love to her.

Almost instantly, my impending release makes itself known, but I force it down. This is about so much more than pleasure. This is a union. A union that’s been a really, really long time coming.

And, for as much as the past has hurt both of us, it was totally worth every little bit of pain. This now, this connection, is so much more than I ever thought it could be.

It’s everything.

Ella is my everything.