Testing the wolf Who: Cleo and Colin What: Talking down the peeved kitty after the phonecall When: 10.08.11 - Saturday night Where: Their house Warning: NSFW
Colin texted back Becky as soon as he hung up with their mom. He saw she’d tried to warn him, which had been the text he’d ignored. Oops. It’s cool. Stop worrying. Well, for now it was. Next weekend they’d have the moment of truth. Hopefully how much they were obviously stupid in love would help put aside some of his parents’ doubts and concerns.
“Well, that sucked,” he said as he tossed his phone at the bedstand. “But it’s over with. Hopefully their visit next weekend can avoid that drama.” He pulled Cleo into his arms better and kissed her. “I love you.”
Cleo sighed a little once she'd pulled out of the kiss. "I love you too," she told him. "And I'm sorry I caused such turmoil in your family." She felt badly that he hadn't been able to introduce her as just his girlfriend instead of his mate and the mother of his child all at once. It wasn't the way things usually went, she was sure, but their case was a little different. Still, it didn't make her feel all that great to know that all that anger in Helen's voice had been over things she had a great deal of help in orchestrating. "I'm not going to leave you," she added after a brief pause, eyes flicking to his. "You know that, right?"
“You did not cause all that turmoil,” he scolded softly. “A lot of it was already there, and my fault or the ignorant people in that stupid town they live in.” He didn’t give a damn how things usually went. His life for the last year had been the farthest thing from normal. At least this crazy was good crazy. “I know that, baby,” he assured her. “That why I got pissed at Mom for saying that. She doesn’t understand and she’s worried. It might take awhile before she does. Until then, remember that like Becky, she’s my family and regardless of how she feels, she’s there for us. Becky came around pretty quick, Mom will too. Especially when she sees how stupid happy you make me.”
She hoped that he was right. She didn't want there to be some grand rift in his family because of her. She smiled a little when he talked about how happy she made him. Gently she brushed her fingers over his cheek and let out a little, more content, sigh. "That's all I want to do," she told him honestly. "Make you happy."
“You do,” he assured her, leaning in for another kiss. “Really happy.” Really after that, he just wanted curl up in her and forget about the rest of the damned world. “Especially when you’re naked.” Yeah, he was a guy and they had been turmoil that had interrupted what he really wanted to be doing right now. So he wanted to go back to what he wanted to be doing right now.
"Yeah, well, it's your mother's fault that I'm not naked anymore," she pointed out with a little smile, rolling onto her back and slightly out of his reach. "Guess you'll just have to be semi-happy since I'm clothed," she teased. Hey, she should get at least a little torment in while she had the chance, and besides, he gave such good chase.
Of course, he went after her. “Or you could make me really happy and take off your clothes?” he suggested, pulling her close for a another kiss. His hand skimmed down Cleo’s body and he growled softly into her mouth. Yeah, he wasn’t worrying about what his mother had said or what was probably going to blow up next weekend.
The growl had her whole body warming up, but she didn't want to give into him that easily. "No fair," she breathed against his mouth. "You know what that growly bit does to me." And oh how he did. "Haven't you had enough of me yet?"
Yes, yes, he did. Which was part of the reason he’d made that noise. “You started it,” he defended. “You tried to play hard to get.” He rolled Cleo onto her back, hands pushing her nightgown up. “Never.” That was just a stupid question.
"What if I don't wanna be naked," she whispered, though she let him remove the nightgown regardless. Like she didn't want to be naked. As if that was possible when he was looking at her like that and making those soft growly noises to get her out of her pants, or panties in this case. "Better not," she murmured, catching his lips in a soft kiss once the nightgown was out of the way. "You've told your parents, we're official now."
Yeah, right. He could smell how much of a lie that was. Especially since she already smelled like sex from round one. He let out another hungry growl as he uncovered her awesome boobs. God, that had him hard and distracted alone. He was about to start paying more attention to them when she pulled him down and kissed him. Her words drug his attention away from getting her naked for a second. “Yeah, we are,” he agreed. “Or getting there.” He’d promised to let Becky have her day first, then he and Cleo were getting married. His dad would kill him if he didn’t marry her. Even if he could have lived with himself for not marrying her after everything. So yeah, they were going to be official.
Then something occurred to him. “Wait, we were pretty much official since I proposed,” he said. “Did you think I wasn’t going to tell them ever?” He frowned. “I meant it when I said it. I am not ashamed of you. I just didn’t know how to tell my parents all of that yet. Because it’s a lot.” He kissed Cleo again for emphasis.
It wasn't that she didn't think he'd ever tell them, but she knew how important what his family thought was to him, whether he admitted it in so many words or not. "I don't know," she said softly, shrugging a bit as she looked up at him, eyes searching his for anything he might not be saying. "I guess I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop," she explained. "I mean I believe you, that you're not ashamed of me, but I guess it's more real now that they know."
Colin nodded. “I know what you mean,” he said. “I’m glad they know. Even if it was pretty bad there for a second.” He kissed her again. “Now we can share all the good parts with them, too. Which will win them over even faster. They just want everybody to be happy, especially me and Becky.” He pressed his brow to Cleo’s. “It’ll take time, but this is the first step.”
"Well at least she doesn't care that I'm black," she said with a tiny smile, her hands coming up to either side of his face, holding him there close to her as she kissed him again. "One thing I was worried about out of the way," she murmured. "Even if I'm partly tempted to educate you on the fact that I'm not 'black' I'm 'mixed' or 'multi-racial', which are two totally different things," she smirked.
“Of course she doesn’t care,” he said. “I’m just glad she understood why I didn’t want to take home to Podunksville. Especially after the brick through Becky’s window. It’s just asking for a lynch mob.” He sighed. “God, baby, don’t get PC on me. I don’t care what you are, so long as you stay with me forever.” He kissed her again. “And take your panties off. Because I might rip them.”
"It's depressing how ignorant people can be. I'm ethnically different from you, not a damned alien." Racism was still alive and well in the world, but that didn't mean it didn't anger the woman. "Oh, you'll rip them, huh? Keep that up and I won't have any underwear left," she warned him, a little grin on her lips even as she shimmied out of the bit of cloth and tossed it aside. "There," she said, laying her hands over her head and smirking up at him. "I'm naked and yours, do with me as you wish."
Colin couldn’t agree more. “You’re exotic,” he told her. She was. With her dark skin and big dark eyes and yeah, just everything about her was exotic and sexy. And it was quickly getting him back into the mood. “Yeah, that’s why I told you to take them off,” he pointed out in a gruff voice. He snorted at her comment, leaning down to nip her shoulder with a soft growl. “Yeah, because you ever just lay there and take it.” That said, he shifted his hips and shoved his cock all the way into her pussy. God, yes, that was what he wanted. He let out a low growl and kissed Cleo as he rolled his hips into hers slowly, grinding at the end of the thrust. Damn, that was good.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she breathed out, groaning a little as he nipped at her shoulder and made that delicious growling noise again. "It's not my fault you have me writh-," she breathed, though he interrupted her thought process by shoving himself inside of her in one fluid movement getting a hiss of pleasure from her instead of the words which she'd already forgotten. Her arms wound around his shoulders, pulling him in against her even tighter still as she nipped his lower lip. Her eyes were dark with want as they fluttered open to find his. "I think I'm taking it pretty spectacularly," she whispered against his mouth.
Oh yeah, it would. Even if it wasn’t flattery. Colin let out a pleased growl as she hissed in pleasure. He lifted his head to kiss Cleo again, letting out a growly chuckle at her words. “Damn straight,” he muttered as he forced himself to keep the slow, easy pace. She felt so good, especially the way she reacted to that wicked grind of his hips as he hilted into her. “God, baby,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”
Cleo let her hands slide over his back, nails teasingly nipping at his skin until she could grip his ass, forcing him a bit deeper inside of her. That got another little hiss of approval and she buried her face in against the crook of his neck. "You'd better get as much of this position in as you can," she breathed, nipping at his flesh. "In a few months, it's me on top or bent over til the baby comes."
Oh God yes, that was even better. Colin growled and ground his hips harder into Cleo’s. So damned good. His pace picked up a little, thrusting into her with more force. She was right, even though Colin didn’t have any objects to those positions either. “That a request?” he grunted as he leaned down to nip her shoulder.
She gasped as he picked up the pace, each thrust getting a little moan in response. "Harder," she breathed. "That's a request." Cleo honestly didn't give a damn what position they were in so long as he was inside of her and making those lovely noises. "And how bout you make use of that gorgeous mouth and take care of my tits, yeah?"
Harder he could do. Colin grunted as he started thrusting with more force. He didn’t really care either, so long as he could be buried in her and hear her make those noises. Her second request might not be so easily fulfilled because it required him to move into a position that would interrupt the harder. Instead he reached down and squeezed one of her breasts hard as he kept slamming into her.
Yeah, that worked. It was too hard to focus on much else when he was pressing into her hard and teasing her chest. Damn, that was nice. The sound she made was a testament to that fact. "God, yes," she whimpered. "Oh, Colin," she gasped, fingers sliding up his back, nails digging in against his skin until her fingertips could tangle through his hair, tugging at the strands. Her accent only seemed to get thicker the closer she got to release. Letting her legs slide up on his hips, she moaned as the angle shifted and he pressed even more deeply inside of her. "Oh, fuck," she gasped. "Yes, just like that, so close, Colin."
It definitely worked. Colin growled softly as she clawed his neck, then tugged on his hair. He kept pounding away into her, getting close himself. Especially when she slid her legs up higher on his back and took him deeper. He growled again and leaned down to bite her shoulder in that holding her in place way while he rutted towards orgasm. Fuck, that was so good.
She liked when he bit her, more than she could have told him with words. The sounds she was making, practically yowling in pleasure, were likely statement enough. They became more high pitched the closer he pushed her and then they cut off, her vocal chords unable to keep up with the intensity of the pitch he'd caused her to reach. And it was then that she shuddered and arched against him, lips parted and head thrown back, climax hitting her like a tidal wave. Her fingernails dug into his back, holding him there against her, legs tightening around his waist as her muscles clenched around his cock.
Oh yeah. He loved when she made those sounds. His own vocabulary had been reduced to growls, urgent whines, grunting and panting as he kept pounding into Cleo. He wasn’t quite there when she came, but she wrapped around him so tightly all he could really do was hump against her until she dragged him over with her a moment later. Fuck, that was good. He let out a howl of pleasure and shuddered, his whole body jerking as he spilled into her.
The feel of his hot seed spilling into her urged a slightly less explosive aftershock from her, causing her to twitch and make a few choked little whimpers. She wasn't sure how this man could continue to surprise her when it came to sex, but he did. Each time felt like the first, but spectacularly different at the same time. As she came down again, she slipped her arms upwards to wind around his neck instead of digging into his back, her legs reluctantly loosening their grip around him. "Christ," she breathed out, eyes fluttering open and moving over his face. "Whatever that was, keep doing it," she whispered breathlessly.
He wasn’t sure how he did either, considering the fact he wasn’t good at foreplay and rarely managed to get any in before he went after her like a wild animal. His control was getting better, but they still pretty much ended the same way. Not that he was complaining, especially since Cleo wasn’t. He let out a soft laugh at her words, snuggling into her. He let go with his teeth, licking the marks there before nuzzling her throat. “You’re gonna have to be way more specific,” he told her softly. Now that he had come, he was all cuddly and affectionate. One of the parts of his wolf nature he appreciated.
No, she definitely wasn't complaining. "When I can remember how to think, I'll get back to you on that one," she breathed. She too appreciated his cuddliness. It was nice after a wild little rut to be curled in against and held close. She liked being snuggled, damn it. "That was," she murmured, stealing a little kiss from him before continuing. "Perfect."
It felt right. Maybe it was because they were both affectionate, social animals as weres too. Hard to tell and he really didn’t care much at this point. Shifting onto his side and bringing Cleo with, Colin let out a contented sigh as he returned the kiss. “It was,” he agreed, then leaned down to nuzzle her neck. “Definitely perfect.”
She smiled at his gentle nuzzling. "I'm glad it was you," she murmured softly, her fingers gently brushing through his hair. "I fully intended to find someone to give me a baby eventually," she admitted. "But I never expected it to be like this, to feel like this. So I'm glad it was you. I'm glad you were stubborn and aggravating," she smiled. "I couldn't ask for a better life, Colin, and it's all because of you."
Aww, that was sweet. Colin pulled Cleo closer. “I’m glad too,” he told her. “This is perfect.” One of his hands wandered down to her abdomen. “I’m really glad it was me.” He laughed softly. “I’m glad you didn’t let me push you away. Because I couldn’t ask for a better life either. And that was you, so you have to share the credit. We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t been persistent and pushy.”
She smiled when his fingers wandered over her skin. "I didn't want you to go through life like that," she told him honestly. "I didn't really care at the time who you might have ended up with, I just wanted you to find somebody. It was like being out on the ocean and seeing someone lost in a rocky sea and having no way out. I couldn't just keep from tossing some sort of life preserver at you, could I? Even if it was pretty difficult to convince you to come aboard." She couldn't really think of a better way to describe how she'd felt that day. "Persistent and pushy are usually negative qualities," she teased.
Colin chuckled at that. “Yeah, you know what they say about that,” he joked. “No good deed goes unpunished.” Not that he was complaining. “Yeah, well, I will pretty crazy from grief and guilt and hating my life.” He scoffed at that. “So are stubborn and aggravating. We’re just good like that. We can make them work for us as well.” He kissed her again.
"This one did," she told him, letting her fingertips gently slide over his jawline. "Because being with you is the farthest thing from a punishment. You're still doing the same thing you did when I met you," she murmured. "Not giving yourself enough credit. You're wonderful. And perhaps I'm a little biased, but I think I'm the luckiest girl in the whole damned country to have walked into that shop the moment I did." She didn't doubt fate for a second, especially in their case. As far as she was concerned, this was her happy ending.
“It was a joke, baby,” he told her. Yes, self-depreciating humor was one of his defense mechanisms and how he dealt with compliments. “I’m just as lucky, especially because you kept talking to me even after I was a dick to you.” He kissed Cleo. “We really have to start working on a more G-rated version of this romance though. I don’t even want to try explain the truth to my parents. They just won’t get it.”
She smiled a little at him and stole a gentle kiss. "My cousin's car was on the fritz and I walked into the shop," she murmured. "And I thought you were absolutely adorable and wanted to ask you out, but you refused. I could tell what you were and figured out that you were afraid of letting people in, so I tried to convince you otherwise and eventually you wised up and gave me a call. The end. G-rated and still true. Just less sexy and delicious than it really was," she smirked. "I like our story, Colin," she murmured. "And it's only just getting started."
Colin chuckled. “Okay, I can live with that,” he said. He sighed and nodded. “I know. I’m looking forward to the rest of it. But I’m just not wanting my parents to think I took advantage of you. And they will. You’re young and you’re new in the country and this is fast and now we’re in this for life because I bit you and that just all looks bad out of context.” He sighed. “Hell, it sounds bad now that I even say it like that. Jesus.”
Cleo gently brushed her fingers through her hair and shook her head. "You didn't take advantage of me," she murmured. "I was the 'catslut' throwing myself at you, remember?" she asked him. "But none of that even matters because I love you. And you love me. And whatever it was that brought us together is just filler pages, little descriptions of our story that don't make a bit of difference. Who cares how quick it happened? Who cares how long I've been here? I got lucky. I didn't have to wait around for someone to love me. Some people never get that their whole lives."
Colin groaned. “And yet you still gave me your phone number after I said that,” he joked, trying to cover up how badly it made him feel to remember that. “Okay, okay,” he surrendered. “I have learned when to give in to you. I know you’re right. I just don’t want anymore drama with my family. God knows we’ve had enough of that.” He kissed her again. “I got lucky. You decided to give me a second chance to love you. You could have left me on my ass to feel sorry for myself. Or kept walking.”
"Course I did," she murmured. "You had to have balls to call me that to my face," she grinned. She didn't fault him for the things he'd said that first day. He was still wounded and lashing out and he had every right to be upset, even if she was trying to help him. "Look at the bright side, at least she already knows. Imagine how horrible things would have gone had that conversation taken place face to face." Thank god for small favors and little girls with big mouths. In a way Sadhbh had saved them a lot of trouble. "Never," she murmured, lips still close to his. "I'll never walk away from you, at least not with every intention to return."
“If you hadn’t cornered me I wouldn’t have,” he admitted. “I just wanted to run away so badly at that point. I was scared of the little bitty kitty who had slapped me with truths I didn’t want to admit.” He kissed her. He was wounded and lashing out. Didn’t make it right or fair. He scoffed at that. “I think it may be the first time I was in danger of my mother slapping me,” he admitted. “She’ll come around. It’s a lot of thing. Our parents have been through as much as we have. Robbie was like a son to them, and they had to watch me and Becky both shut down in our ways. Then we moved away and I stopped visiting entirely.” His mother was wounded and lashing out too. It was hard to be angry with her for the same reason Cleo wasn’t angry at him for the way he’d acted the day she’d met him. “Good,” he said. “Not that I’d let you get far.”
"I know," she assured him. "Doesn't make me feel any better to think she's worried I'd just run off though," she admitted with a little sigh. "But I understand her concerns. I guess I'd be the same way if the shoe was on the other foot and all. So long as I know you know that I'm not leaving or going anywhere that doesn't bring you with me, I'm perfectly alright. She doesn't have to love me, or even like me. I just want her to accept me because you love me." And that wasn't asking too much, Cleo thought. "You don't let me get far," she smiled. "I can hardly walk away without you catching a hold of me two steps in," she teased.
Colin nodded. “I know,” he said. “It bothers me, too. But I can tell her until I’m blue in the face that you won’t leave, but she won’t believe me. Nobody seems to believe me when I’m talking about you. It’s like they think the life bond destroyed my ability to be objective about you. Which is frustrating.” It made him feel like people thought of him as a victim in this. Which wasn’t the way it was at all. “I know you won’t leave me. I just wish everybody else would quit suggesting it. Especially since worrying about it does no good. I don’t really want to tell my mother that she needs to stop talking about that because it makes the wolf nuts and losing you would literally make me go completely insane. But I’m afraid it’s the only way to make her or anyone else see that their doubts are hurting me more than helping. Our situation isn’t the same as Cath and Becky’s.” Yeah, this was the problem with the fact that his parents were human and all of this was new to them. He smiled wryly and nuzzled her cheek. “You have short legs,” he reminded her. “You take two steps to my one.”
"You won't lose me," she promised, smiling at him and letting out a little sigh. "I might be young, but I know a good guy when I see one and I'm not about to walk out on the one man who makes me feel like I know what all those people in love along the way were talking about." She didn't really care if anyone believed she would stay or not. She'd prove them all wrong in the long run and that satisfaction would be plenty enough for her. She chuckled a little at his comment about her short legs. "You like my legs," she murmured. "Short or not."
“I know,” he told her. “Thanks, baby. I obviously knew a good thing when I found it, since my subconscious decided that it wanted you around for life.” He kissed her. “Well, I’m glad I make you as happy as you make me.” Which was all that mattered. Yeah, Cleo would prove them wrong in the long run, but for now he was going to twitch and grind his teeth when people suggested it as a warning not to get overinvested. Because it was too damned late. Like really too damned late. Colin chuckled and pulled her leg over his hip. “I love your legs,” he said. “Especially wrapped around me.”
Cleo smirked a little at that last bit and curled her leg around his hip, rolling her own teasing towards Colin. "Yeah?" she murmured. "I find I'm in complete agreement because I like my legs wrapped around you too," she breathed, rocking her hips once more. "But again, I'm biased. You're my future husband." Which reminded her that they needed to figure out more things for the wedding. "I was thinking," she told him, knowing it was mean to talk about serious things after teasing him the way she had. "What if we do a backyard sort of wedding?" she murmured. "I could still dress pretty, but informally. And if it's too cold around that time we could do it in the house," she murmured, leaning in for a kiss. "And it'd be cheap because we could do the reception here too."
“Well, that good,” he said with a low pleased growl. “Because it would really suck if we were getting married and you didn’t.” He was all for getting on with more sex when she brought up the wedding. Oh yeah, they did need to talk about that. Damn. Colin pulled himself away far enough that the smell of her and them having sex wasn’t overwhelming his sense of smell so he could think straight. Propping himself up leaning on one elbow, he kept the other wrapped around Cleo’s waist. “Does that mean no tux?” he asked. “Because if so, yes. God yes.” He leaned in to kiss her gratefully. “Becky’s making me wear a penguin suit for hours. If you wanna spare me and everybody else, I’ll love you forever. And ever.” Yeah, he already loved her forever and ever. But especially if she didn’t make him wear a tux and deal with a bunch of formal stuff. Because Colin looked stupid in a tux and felt even dumber wearing one.
"No tux," she told him, smiling a little. "It's not you, Colin, a tux. I don't want you to be uncomfortable especially at your own wedding, so just a button down shirt and a nice pair of jeans is alright with me. Hell, I'd be fine with you covered in oil and grease if we're being completely honest," she admitted with a grin. "Especially after our little tutorial on oil changing," she smiled. Yeah, him all grimey was kind of hot. Okay, completely hot. "What do you think?"
“I think my subconscious is way smarter than my conscious,” he told her, letting out a laugh. “I will up it to a button down shirt and slacks. Because while you’d take me covered in oil, my family would never let me hear the end of it.” He leaned in to kiss Cleo again. “You looked way better all smear with oil than I ever have.” That had been way more fun and way hotter than he had ever expected. “Also, I love you. Not that you don’t know that. But every time you say stuff like that or think of things like this, any doubts I actually have about us, which really aren’t any, just kind of fly away. So yeah, all for this and I love you so much.”
He was babbling happily and it made her smile. It was impossible not to grin when he was as adorable as he was. "I love you too," she told him firstly, leaning in for a little kiss. "And a button down shirt with slacks sounds just fine by me. I'll get plenty of you in a tuxedo for Becky's wedding so I'm not too worried about it," she smiled. "I'd rather something informal, like us. Why pretend to be all prim and proper when we're anything but?" she asked. "So, now that all that's thought of, what about a time and what about our honeymoon?"
Did she have to remind him? Okay, screw being far away enough that he could think clearly. Colin pulled Cleo to him and buried his face against her neck. “Hours and hours,” he almost whimpered. “A Catholic wedding even. I think this is revenge for every time I ever stuck gum in her hair or stole her dolls when we were little.” He kind of blinked about the other two. “I don’t care where we go on our honeymoon. I just want to be with you. And I don’t like flying and I’ll probably need to take something if we fly someplace so I don’t wolf out during the turbulents or whatever.” Yeah, he was not very helpful.
"Well then let's not fly," she told him. "We could drive somewhere." She tried to think of things that she might like to see anywhere within their vicinity, but drew a blank. "I'm new here, so you'll have to tell me what sorts of things are around. Is there anything you'd like to show me?" she asked. "We could kind of road trip to whatever it is and do that for a honeymoon for like a week or something like that. That way you wouldn't be out of work too long." She doubted he'd want to leave his sister for more than that anyway.
Hey, road trip. Colin perked up at that. “Oh yeah,” he said. “We could rent a convertible and drive along the seaboard for a week. Head up to like Atlantic City or down to Atlanta or something and stop and see all those little places that nobody ever goes to since they put the Interstate system in. You need to see some of this country anyway. Since you’re staying here with me. Forever.” And it was better for them to do something crazy like that before the baby came, because it’d just be easier. “What do you think?”
Staying with him forever sounded pretty amazing and she was looking forward to it. Of course it made her think about things like citizenship and she smiled a bit and let her hand cup his cheek. "Sounds perfect," she told him. "I'm eventually going to get my citizenship before the baby comes and so I might as well see my country, right?" she grinned. It was sounding better and better to the werecat the more she thought about it. "How about north?" she said. "Steer clear of all the less than racially accepting southerners I hear so much about."
“You don’t have to do that right away,” he told her. “You’re marrying me. Which means unless you like rob a bank, they won’t deport you. Besides, if you wait until after we get married, it’ll be easier. You like get to jump in line and stuff. One of the mechanics at Dad’s shop was a Mexican going for citizenship. He told us all about this while he was studying for his test. Yeah, they give a test to become an American. Gotta be able to name all the Presidents and vague stuff like that. It’s nuts.” He really doubted Cleo wanted to go through all of that while she was pregnant. He sighed. “Yeah, but don’t expect the people up North to be really happy. Not if we’re hitting small towns. It’ll be better, but biracial or whatever we are, couples still turn heads everyplace. We’re not gonna get lynched, but yeah, up North we’ll get snubbed less. Which will make things easier.”
He had a point, though she'd yet to check into citizenship and all that just yet. At first she hadn't intended on staying a terribly long time. That was until Colin had come into her life and things had changed. "Well then I won't bother with going for the citizenship until after the wedding. It'll give me time to study and all that. Presidents and what not. Shouldn't be too difficult. Maybe I'll get Sadhbh to help me, she's smart," she chuckled. She wasn't so worried about people snubbing them, she could deal with that, but down south they'd likely be worse than just snubbing. "North it is then. Atlantic City sounds fun. What's there to do there?" she questioned.
It sounded like too much work to him. Especially since she didn’t have to. The baby would be an American citizen, so it really wasn’t an issue legally. He chuckled at her observation about Sadhbh. “Yeah, she’s smart,” he grumbled. “Little Miss-Know-It-and-Tell-All.” He wasn’t that upset at her, and at least she likely got Becky and Cath in almost as much trouble with her big mouth. “She’s lucky she’s cute too.” He chuckled. “Big gambling city. Like Las Vegas, but less bright lights and more sleaze. It doesn’t matter where we go, it’s the getting there that’s the vacation. Staying in little out of the way places, seeing the countryside. And just think about, it if we break down, we don’t have to worry about finding a mechanic out in the middle of nowhere.”
She grinned at that last bit. "Hey, I might have to make sure we break down," she teased. "Just so I can watch you get your hands dirty and make sure you take care of me too while you're at it," she smirked. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan to her. A week away from D.C. with the love of her life following their wedding. "After Becky's wedding," she said, thinking a little. "What about your birthday, babe?" she asked. "Keep you from forgetting our Anniversary."
“Hey, I have AAA,” he told her. “I’ll fix the car, but we’re going to be set up in a hotel comfy before I do. Especially since you’re pregnant.” Yeah, she could bitch all she wanted. “When I’m done, I’ll come check your oil too.” That definitely like a good plan. When Cleo asked when his birthday was, he shook his head. “The 18th.” Which was technically after Becky’s wedding. “I don’t want to step on any honeymoon plans she and Cath have. She’d never forgive me if she missed my wedding.”
She rolled her eyes at his worrying. "Are you going to be this protective the whole time I'm pregnant?" she asked him, though she smiled all the same. "I'm not going to break," she murmured, leaning up to kiss him. ""I knew that," she told him with a smile. I peeked at your license weeks ago to find out." As for the date, she pondered, "Well, how about you ask Becky what all she's doing for her honeymoon because that's about a week after so maybe she'll be done by then. And it's not formal or anything so there's not a great deal of planning that'll need to be done. Unless you can think of another day that would work better," she shrugged. "All I know is that I wanna marry you and I wanna do it soon enough that I'm not spilling entirely out of my dress with baby belly. So sometime next month or sometime in December," she said.
She had to ask? “No,” he said. “I’ll only get worse the farther along you get.” Colin returned the kiss. He knew she wasn’t going to break. He was just that kind of guy. Cleo could go vent to his sister about it. Since Becky would be able to tell her it was just the way he was. And now he felt kind of like a dink, since he didn’t know when her birthday was. “When’s your birthday?” he asked. “Hey, I like the idea. Then I will not forget when our anniversary is and I can avoid people trying to get me birthday presents I don’t need by having them buy stuff you like for our anniversary. It’s win-win. I just don’t know how long of a honeymoon she and Cath are having. I’ll ask.”
She didn't really care if he knew when her birthday was or not. It wasn't that close so it wasn't all that big of a deal. "January 15th," she said with a little smile. "I'll be twenty. And your sister and your mother," and everyone else for that matter, "will stop thinking I'm a child because I'll no longer be a teenager," she went on. She was thinking that sounded splendid actually. "Well you find out and then we'll plan accordingly." That sounded fine to her. "Informal wedding, road trip honeymoon. Very us, baby, very us."
She just had to say it like that? “Put it in my phone,” he told her. “I have a calendar thing for reminders. Or else I will forget.” Her parents and sister would think she was a baby until she proved otherwise. Her age wasn’t the issue so much. “Sounds like a plan,” he said, leaning in to kiss her again. “Also, you are not a child. If anybody would know, it’s me.” Yeah, definitely not a child. Yeah.
"I will," she told him with a nod. She didn't care if he couldn't remember her birthday on his own. Most men were dumb dumbs when it came to dates and appointments. At least he made the effort to want to plug it into his phone's calendar. That was more than most men would do. "You're only saying that because you want to get into my pants again," she teased, leaning in to meet his lips with yet another kiss. "Good thing I don't mind."
Colin chuckled against her lips, hands running down her sides to cup her nice, round, bare ass. “What pants?” he said as he squeezed her butt. “You better not mind. Because yeah, I am definitely trying to get into your pants again.”
Cleo smirked at him when he squeezed her ass. "Smarty pants," she murmured teasingly against his lips before getting one more kiss from him. "Am I that irresistible?"she murmured, knowing well and good what his answer would be. It was nice to feel like someone wanted her that much, that they could hardly carry on a conversation if she didn't have clothing covering up all of her naughty bits. It also helped that she felt the same way about Colin. "I suppose I can let you have one more round," she teased, nipping at his lower lip. "Shall I just lie here and take it or do you have a specific position you want me in?"
“I’m not wearing any pants either,” he reminded her. “Hell, yes you are.” Like she had to ask that. Yeah, clothing did not help. Everything Cleo owned showed off her rack. Which made it nearly impossible to concentrate on complicated things. Like making words. “Not really,” he said as he rolled onto his back and carried her with him. “Although this one’s good, because the view is awesome and you don’t have to move afterwards.”
"I have the feeling you're almost as in love with my tits as you are with me," she teased, rolling her hips against his in an effort to tempt him more. "Good thing I don't particularly mind," she murmured, leaning forward enough to steal a kiss from him as she shifted her hips again and rubbed herself against his cock.
Colin groaned and thrust his hips up into Cleo’s. Which made said tits bounce nicely. “I might be,” he admitted. “But they deserve it.” Really, it would be a crime against man if he didn’t appreciate her boobs as much as he did. She had the best rack he’d ever seen. In person or photography. Yeah, he was a lucky bastard. Not complaining at all. He returned the kiss, shifting his hips to rub his hard cock between her folds. Colin arched upwards, growling low. “Jesus, you’re dripping,” he moaned.
"They're just going to get bigger," she pointed out. "Pretty soon none of my shirts will fit and I'll have to go shopping," she sighed. Not that she minded all that much because that meant she and Isis could spend hours at the store trying things on and she could come home with more clothes to torment Colin with. No, that didn't sound bad at all. She groaned a little against his lips as he rocked his body against her and growled. That certainly achieved more dripping and he likely did it on purpose again. "Your fault," she murmured.
Oh God, he didn’t want to think about what they’d look like bigger. He’d never be soft again. Which wasn’t a problem, but that meant basically never getting anything done around Cleo again. Not that they did a lot else now. Yeah, it was probably partially his fault she was dripping. Since he’d already fucked her twice that evening. Colin slid his hands down her back to cup her butt, holding her there as he continued to tease his cock between her lips. “You started it by being so irresistible,” he countered in a low groan.
"Guilty as charged," she breathed, letting out a soft purr of approval as he teased her. "Come on, Colin, no more teasing, baby." At least he was trying a little foreplay, that was sweet. But it was hard to resist when he was so close to being inside of her. A little roll of her hips and she'd lined him up, groaning a little at the feel of him against her. "You know you wanna be inside me," she breathed.
Yeah, a little more foreplay than usual. Although he did enjoy playing with her awesome boobs. That was more of a ‘before we both reek of sex and inhaling deeply makes me hard’ kind of thing. Not that he didn’t always like touch and look at and lick her tits, but once they got going, it always ended with rutting one way or another. “I do,” he breathed, rolling his hips up again. “But you’re on top. So make me stop teasing you.” They’d both enjoy that.
That got a smirk from Cleo and she shifted enough to sink down on him fully, deliberately maneuvering herself so he could watch the slow slide of his cock into her. "As much as you like to watch, we might have to invest in a camera," she teased, leaning forward to get a kiss from her lover.
Oh God, that was awesome. Colin watched as Cleo slid down on his cock. Watching his pale dick slide into her dark pussy was just amazing. “Oh yeah,” he groaned. He leaned up into the kiss, shuddering at the feeling of her around him. “Less talking, more fucking,” he insisted with a soft growl, rolling his hips up into hers harder. He did not need pictures of her. Not that he didn’t have plenty of those on his phone thanks to her tendency to torment him with text messages when he was working. He needed her to ride him. Right the hell now.
"You're kind of demanding," she teased, clenching her muscles deliberately for a little bit more torment. "What if I don't wanna?" she smirked, nipping his lower lip and letting out a little growl of her own, of course it was more of a 'make me' sort of growl than anything negative.
Yeah, if she didn’t get with the program, he was going to get very demanding. Colin growled, sliding his hands up her side and taking her by the shoulders. “You want to,” he challenged as he pulled Cleo down towards him as he thrust up into her. Making her was an option he had no problem with right now.
Cleo let out a hiss of pleasure as he gripped her shoulders and pressed inside of her so deeply that she could practically feel him in her stomach. "I do," she breathed, pushing his hands away and forcing them up over his head against the pillows and blankets beneath them. "But I want you writhing for me," she murmured as she leaned in to kiss him, slowly moving her hips, clenching her muscles around him as she lifted and sank down a single time.
Okay, the wolf did not like this game. Shouldn’t have surprised him. Colin ground his teeth and fought it down. Apparently, he did not do the submissive thing. “Cleo, baby, let go,” he asked as he forced himself not to struggle. It wasn’t her fault. He hoped she could understand why. “Please. The wolf- yeah, not a sub I guess.” He kissed her back, just to let her know he wasn’t angry at her.
She bit her bottom lip as she let him go. "Sorry," she breathed against his lips. She hadn't really thought much about the wolf and what it did and didn't want, but she understood. Hell, her inner cat was sort of annoyed with her for bothering when she'd much rather be getting fucked into the mattress. "Lucky for me, I like it better when you're in charge," she admitted, nipping at his lower lip as she rolled her hips against his again. "Change positions?"
“Don’t,” he murmured back. “Not your fault.” And it wasn’t. Maybe after a few years he’d have enough of a handle on his control to play that kind of game. But right now, especially in the middle and after all the emotional turmoil, it just wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t have to be on top to be in charge. He still liked the view, dammit. He moved his hands to grab Cleo’s hips, growling as she nipped his lips. “No,” he replied. “Just ride it.” He thrust his hips up for emphasis.
No, he definitely didn't have to be on top to be in control. The demanding statement made her body shiver and the thrust only added to the pleasure that was rising inside of her. "I love it when you tell me what to do," she breathed, straightening herself up and doing as she was told. She started off with a slow pace, eyes on his face as she rocked her body overtop of him. Cleo wasn't oblivious to how much he loved the sway of her breasts as she moved above him and if he liked it, why not give him a nice little show?
Colin immediately forgot being upset at himself or his wolf when Cleo distract him by sitting up and starting to ride his cock as directed. Yeah, definitely not upset anymore. He brought his hips up every time she came down, letting out a little grunt of pleasure. His eyes were watching her huge tits bounce as she moved up and down. Oh yeah, he definitely was enjoying the show. “Fuck,” he ground out, arching into Cleo more as the head of his cock hit a particularly nice angle. “Faster, baby.”
She followed his instructions, biting her lower lip as she watched the way he looked at her. The sheer lusty desire that was written all over his face was amazingly arousing for the woman and it made her want to keep following directions, keep on doing what he wanted her to do. And perhaps to torment him all at the same time. One hand slid over her stomach, resting against her caramel colored skin, the other slid further up to cup one of her breasts, a soft groan escaping her.
Yeah, well, she deserved every hot glance and moan. Cleo was incredibly sexy and when she started playing with her own body it just turned him on more. Colin helped her ride him faster, groaning as he watched her cup her own breast. He could help her with that. He slid one hand up Cleo’s body, taking ahold of the other breast. The contrast of his rough, pale skin against her soft, dark body was just even sexier. “Oh God, baby,” he moaned as his head lolled back, a shudder running through his whole body.
Cleo let her hand fall away from her chest because Colin's hand was so much better and had her distracted. She arched into his touch, wanting more. She too liked the contrast of his skin against hers. Darkness and light. How just the look of their skin pressing against one another could turn her on and send shivers through her body had her amazed. "Oh, Colin," she whispered, biting her lower lip through a groan as she moved her hips a little faster, more grinding them against him than really lifting them at all.
Colin was all too happy to touch Cleo. He moaned again, thumb grazing across her nipple over and over. Pushing himself up on his other hand, he bit down on her shoulder, then ran his tongue across her collarbone. Pushing himself completely upright, he grabbed onto her other breast and lifted them up far enough he could crane his neck and back and suck them. He licked and nipped at both eagerly, hips grinding into Cleo’s. God, she tasted good. He bit down on the swell of one, then the other, hips jerking to hers.
Good god, he was trying to drive her insane. As if teasing her nipple wasn't enough, he bit her and that had her letting her head loll back on her shoulders with a low groan of approval. His tongue against her collarbone had goosebumps rising on her skin and then he manhandled her enough to get her breasts in a position to suck at them. Yeah, she was keeping this one. "Colin," she whimpered, lifting herself off of his cock enough to get a little more friction from his lips against her breasts, reveling in it before sinking down on him again and repeating the process. "Oh, god," she breathed. She could only imagine how much more sensitive her breasts were likely to become the further into her pregnancy that she got.
As much as he loved the feel of her riding his cock, it was making it nearly impossible to suck her tits. Which is what he wanted more right now. Letting out a soft frustrated growl, he reversed their positions, sliding free from her body. But now he could suck her breasts and bite and lick without feeling like he was going to break his back. He sucked as much of one big tit into his mouth as he could, then repeated the process on the other. She tasted so good.
She was surprised when he flipped them over and slid out of her. She wanted him inside of her, but she'd be damned if she didn't lap up every bit of tit sucking he wanted to do. "Oh, fuck," she whimpered, hips rocking up against him teasingly, wantingly. Her fingers slid into his hair and she arched her body, pressing her chest more in against his mouth. "I love the way your mouth feels on me," she breathed.
Oh he would go back to fucking her. Probably sooner than later. But for now, he wanted to suck and lick and bite her tits. Okay, he kind of wanted to fuck her tits, but not the way he was feeling right now. As turned on and feral as he was feeling, he was likely to hurt Cleo if he tried that. He was throbbing hard against her belly as he continued to assault her breasts with his mouth. Breaking away to pant hard, Colin took several breaths before he trusted himself to open his eyes or say anything. “Turn over,” he demanded in a throaty growl.
He was starting to get a bit more rough, not that she minded, but she was sort of relieved when she was told to turn over. She could only imagine the things rolling through his head at that moment. Shifting, she did as he said and rolled over onto her stomach, pushing herself up to her knees and glancing over her shoulder at Colin.
She could handle rougher like this better anyway, he knew that dimly. Colin didn’t want to hurt her or the baby, but he was getting pretty wild and it was best to choose a position where her body could protect the baby. He wasted no time in hilting himself into Cleo’s pussy, growling in pleasure at the feeling. God, that was good. He forced himself to stop for a minute, take a few breaths and calm down before he went any further. Sometimes it just sucked, not having complete control of himself. Once he was sure he was level enough, he braced one hand against the headboard for support and the other went to her hip to help guide his thrusts. He went much more slowly and less roughly than he would have a couple of minutes ago, testing angles before he found that one that made the head of his cock hit her sweet spot. Oh God, yes. Letting out a growl of pleasure, Colin let himself go a bit as he started fucking Cleo again.
She knew that Colin would never hurt her, but she couldn't pretend that when he got especially rough that he didn't make her a little nervous. She groaned as he hilted himself, surprised when he kept himself from moving for a long moment. She could tell he was trying to control himself, to calm down and she appreciated that he was willing to do such a thing, knowing just how difficult it like was for him to keep from just rutting to assert the dominance she'd briefly taken away. Each slow thrust he made earned him a soft little groan, but when he hit that spot inside of her, she all but hissed with pleasure, back arching to make sure he kept hitting that delicious angle. "Yes," she breathed, muscles tightening on their own accord around him as he moved. "God, yes."
That was probably why he was having such trouble keeping it together. Because the wolf had felt threatened. It was stupid and upset him a little, but he’d managed to wrench back control. Probably not worth fixating on now. Especially right now. He was rutting plenty hard as it was now and didn’t want to take it too far after he’d gotten himself under control again. He kept thrusting, feeling his balls and spine tightening. He was close and it was probably a good thing. The longer this dragged out, the harder it would be for him to keep his head.
Cleo was fairly close to, teetering from all the stimulation he'd given her prior to putting her into this position. She shuddered as he hit that spot again and again, so close to her climax that she could practically taste it. "Colin," she whimpered, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts. "So close," she went on, fingers digging into the blankets beneath her, fisting the fabric in her palm.
Good thing, because he wasn’t going to last any longer. He didn’t want to, either. Colin leaned down, biting down on the back of her neck as he held Cleo in place for the homestretch. That was placating the wolf and not hurting her, so it was fine by him. A few more thrusts and he hilted completely, hips jerking as he spilled into her with an almost relieved sigh. God, that was good, but he never wanted to have his wolf try to go bonkers on Cleo for any reason. Ever again.
Oh, god yes. She liked that. He could keep doing that. The bite at her neck, holding her in place and the feel of him spilling inside of her, the heat of his seed, sent her over the edge with a little cry of his name. Her muscles milked at him, draining every drop she could from him as she slowly came down again. "God," she breathed. "Neck biting, yes. Do that lots."
Colin let go with his teeth, relieved to see he hadn’t even broken skin. He licked the spot anyway, then lowered Cleo to the bed, moving to lay next to her. “I’ll remember that,” he chuckled softly. Then he sobered and pulled her against him. “I am so sorry, baby,” he said. “I didn’t mean to freak out like that on you.” Even though he hadn’t hurt her or anything, he’d probably scared her. Hell, he’d scared himself for a minute there.
He had scared her, a little. But regardless, she let herself be pulled against him and listened to what he had to say. "It's okay," she assured him softly, leaning up enough that she could gently kiss him, hoping that would calm his worries at least a little. "It's as much my fault as yours," she pointed out. "I should have thought more about how the wolf side of you would react," she murmured, gently brushing her fingers over his jawline. "Won't happen again," she promised him before kissing the man once more. She was perfectly content to let him always be in charge if that was what he wanted. "Are you okay?" she asked when she pulled back. "You didn't hurt me," she assured him. "It's fine, I promise."
Colin shook his head. “There is no way in hell either of us could have saw that coming,” he scolded her gently. “Maybe it was the stress of the confrontation with Mom that just made it worse with the wolf.” His mother had hit his worst button, picking at the point that Cleo could leave him if she wanted. Not that he ever thought she would, but it made him crazy to even hear people suggest he might lose his mate. He hoped that was it anyway. “But yeah, let’s not try that again, no matter how hot it would have been.” Colin nodded as he broke from the kiss, nuzzling Cleo’s cheek soothingly. “Yeah, because I didn’t hurt you, or really lose control.” He sighed and drew her into his arms tighter. “I love you.”
Cleo felt badly for him because the whole situation was obviously bothering the man. "I love you too," she murmured, curling in against him just as tightly. "You won't hurt me," she breathed. "I trust you, Colin. I know that you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Just look at how much control you have. I know it might not feel like it, but baby, you just had someone challenging your dominance and you still didn't so much as leave a bruise on me." He needed to know just how capable he was, just how much control he really had. "I'm proud of you," she murmured softly as she turned her head enough to press her lips softly against his chest. "Just weeks ago you didn't even want to sleep with someone because you thought you'd hurt them. Look how far you've come."
He was just rattled from the conversation with his mother and the wolf was rattled too. He knew that deep down. “Never on purpose,” he agreed. If he force shifted, no one, not even Cleo, would be safe from him. Not that he’d even come close that time. He’d come closer to wolfing out the first time they had sex than any of that time. Which did make him feel better. “That’s a first,” he scoffed. He was usually leaving bite marks on Cleo. She liked it and she clawed him up just as much, so he’d learned to accept it. He nodded. “It’s been a long day, baby,” he reminded her. “A really long day. I’ll feel better once we’ve gotten some rest.”
A bit of sleep would likely do the both of them good. "Mhm," she agreed, tilting her head up to get another kiss from him. "Maybe if I wake up in a good mood I'll bring you breakfast in bed in the morning," she smiled. "Then you can bask in my awesomeness and I'll give you a taste of dessert. But for now, sleep. Lemme turn off the light."