Keep tuscany, p.5
Keep Tuscany, page 5
“Take everything off and climb on that bed.” Her eyes flash at me, and in an instant I see her darkened pupils.
“Yes, Colt.” My dick jumps and I cross my arms over my chest and watch as my girl slowly peels down her pants, leaving her in a matching yellow bra and panties.
My voice is hoarse as I try to maintain. “Where did you get those?”
She twirls and I see there are small pink flowers on the lace that’s sheer. Something so sweet and so fucking hot at the same time. They’re totally her.
“You like?”
I nod but don’t move. Because I will tear her apart.
“I bought them the other day.”
“On the bed.” She looks confused. I lower my arms and say, “Those are mine to take off. Jesus, Mags.” I step toward her and she leaps on the bed. I’m on her in an instant, sucking her nipples through the bra and holding myself up to take her all in. She moans, and the last thread of restraint snaps.
“Mags. I need to be inside you right now. Here’s what’s going to happen.” I unlatch her bra and release her breasts. I draw one nipple into my mouth deep while caressing the other. I play with the edges while my tongue flicks back and forth.
“Yes. Do it.” She’s bucking her hips to get closer. I jump off her and off the bed. I pull her to the edge of the bed by her ankles and slide off those panties.
I unzip my jacket but don’t take it off. There’s something hot about being dressed when she’s naked.
“So pretty, that pussy of yours. Play with it for me.” I cock my head as she hesitates. It’s daylight and the curtains are open. It’s gray outside but the light streams in none the less. “Don’t make me ask again.” Her fingers tentatively reach down, and I groan when she finds her clit. “What are you touching, Maggie?” She is every dirty fantasy I can think of. I take my clothes off quickly and then stand there stroking myself as she watches.
“My clit.”
I step to her and hoist her knees up, spreading her wide. “Try that again.”
She looks confused and then I see her smile as she understands what I want. “Your clit.”
I bat her hand out of the way and suck it into my mouth as she groans. Then I tease it with my teeth and look up at her from between her legs. “Damn, fucking straight this is my clit.”
“More.” She whimpers, and I put my fingers where my leaking dick wants to be. She comes in a small soft purr and a subtle shake. Not a big overdone orgasm but a gentle sweet one, almost like an appetizer.
I climb on the bed, and she scoots back. Her heart-shaped face, gentle and achingly lovely will be the thing I remember the most about today. Not the pounding I’m about to give her or the release we’ll both chase, but this moment where a shaft of light played with memory and circumstance. The light illuminating what I already know. There will never be a day where she isn’t the most beautiful thing in my life.
I kiss her gently. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
8
maggie
His fingers drift over my skin and leave goosebumps in their path.
“If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?”
“Inside you.” I lightly slap him.
“Rephrase. Where would you like to be inside me?” He laughs at me, but I’m serious.
“You pick.” He says.
“Italy.” I don’t hesitate.
“You know we’re in Paris, right?” His left eyebrow raises just a bit and my stomach flips like we just met. He does that. Every moment with him has the same fluttery excitement of something new.
I explain, “My school didn’t have an Italian study abroad.” I squeeze him a little tighter, and he runs his fingers through my hair.
“Everything happens for a reason I guess. I wouldn’t have met you if you were in Italy. And now we can go together. But why, Italy?”
“I had this giant book of Italian folktales when I was little. I read every one multiple times. There was one about a man covered in seaweed who fights his way back to the love of his life. And then there were a few that were about magic or outsmarting curses. I loved everything about them because I thought magic could be possible in a place like that. I knew the folktales we have back in America couldn’t possibly be true, but I could believe those stories might exist there in a place I didn’t know what it was like. And I really, truly love pasta.”
He laughs and kisses me on the top of my head. “One of the room 666 witches believes in magic but only in Italy.”
“That’s correct. And every time something shitty happens I think, well, there’s always Italy and that illusion might be able to set the wrongs in my life right.” He wraps his arms around me.
“I don’t like the idea of things going wrong for you but if Italy is the answer, then we’ll have to go one of these weekends.”
“Really?” I sit up.
“Why not?” I lean down and kiss him hard. While we’re kissing his phone vibrates on the side table. We should probably tell our friends where we are.
He checks his phone, then places it back with a small huff. I’m sure he’s bemoaning the time. I don’t want to ever leave this room. He props up a pile of downy pillows in this enormous walnut wood four-poster bed and drags me onto his chest. I kiss it, then settle in, looking around at the thick blue and gold brocade curtains. The entire room has a regal but modern vibe to it. I reach over and get a grape off the decimated cheese plate and feed it to him.
“Sex with you is definitely the best thing about Meerkat Monday. What’s that face about? I just mentioned sex. My boobs are naked on your chest, and you have a bad face going on.”
“Mags. I just got into Yale,” he blurts out.
I sit up and pull the sheet around me as my head buzzes. “Oh my God, that’s amazing. It’s super far away from Oregon. I don’t love that for us. Too far away from me for my liking. I’m not quite sure where Yale is. I always think it’s in New Hampshire or one of those small little places, maybe Rhode Island something like that but then I’m never really quite sure about the East coast.” He roars with laughter, and I glare at him. Then he pulls me in for a long sensual kiss and all ramble is forgotten.
“Mags,” his voice is quivering as if he doesn’t know how to do something like this. He’s capable of everything. I reach out my hand, and he grants my unspoken wish by pulling me into him so we’re snuggled side by side with my head resting on his chest again.
“If it’s easier to tell me this stuff while I don’t look at you, then go ahead and talk but just know I’m so proud of you about Yale and all the schools that you’re going to get into and all the things that you’re going to do because I think you’re just about everything good in the world.”
Colt pulls me closer and rests his chin on the top of my head. He clears his throat. “Maggie, I need to tell you about my dad. The Colonel has very specific views of the world, and we were raised to uphold those views and those ideals.”
“I thought he was a senator.”
“He was a colonel first. And he runs his life that way.” There’s a pause then corrects himself. “He runs our lives that way. There were lots of conversations about values and honor growing up instead of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We don’t get a whole lot of say in our family. We do as we’re told for the good of the country, the family, and the almighty campaign. It’s not about what it is, it’s about how it looks. There was no sugar cereal at breakfast because we should be eating scratchy shredded wheat. Suffering and making sure we know how to endure because it’s better for you.”
“I know what you’re going to say next will be bad, but denying you Frosted Flakes is a pretty terrible thing.” He half laughs, and I get the hint to shut my mouth.
“Life is very much about should.”
“Will you get in trouble for this hotel thing?” Another forced puff of air that could be called a fake laugh.
“No, Meerkat. I won’t. I will get a lecture about propriety, duty and service, but not in trouble. Mostly because I don’t believe anyone took pictures of us, and the hotel won’t recognize my name.”
I sit up a bit, and he kisses that spot where my neck meets my shoulder and sucks. My body flares, but I lean my head back against him.
“There’s no choice that doesn’t go examined. It’s rare his vision of duty lines up with my wants or desires. I haven’t had a whole lot of freedom other than hanging out with my fucking friends and football because he saw those as the right things. My friendship with Tony and his brother Dax suits my dad. The Ladds are major donors to any political campaign my dad’s ever going to have. And Danny and his family look like good charity on our part. I fucking hate that he politicized my friends, but he does that to everything. Our whole lives have been in pursuit of him being a public figure. That means lame professional Christmas cards and forced family moments totally manufactured and memorialized for public consumption. Does that make sense?”
“Why do you do it? Do your mom and sisters follow along?”
“It’s how it is and because of his parameters, he’s done a lot of good for a lot of people.”
“Explain it to me.” He sighs and holds me closer.
“We have to live up to the reputation that will get him reelected. It’s always about a reelection. That’s what no one tells you. You only really get to do the job for half your term. The Senate is better than the House of Representatives because the term is much longer. But when he was a state senator, he was always campaigning. Mags, that’s the pain in the ass of it all. People live better and safer lives because of my dad. And to keep him creating jobs, providing health care, cleaning up the environment, gun control, all of that, to keep him doing it, we all have to eat shredded wheat.”
“Cereal? You always have eggs for breakfast.” He laughs at my confusion.
“Remember the Frosted Flakes thing. Metaphor for doing the right thing always instead of the fun thing.”
“Oh. I get it now.” Colt never judges when I lose the thread of a conversation.
I burrow into him and let him know I’m okay with whatever he’s going to say except I can’t stay in his arms.
“I’m going to just love you, and I will not go anywhere. And maybe I’ll try to go to Yale. Should I try to go to Yale? Even if I don’t, it’s totally fine because I love you. And will love you from wherever I’m going to be.”
“Oh, my beautiful girl lighting up the world, here’s my point. I don’t even get to go to Yale unless it suits the campaign, as my father takes on a more national stage. We’ve all known it, but we never talk about it, like we’ll curse it or maybe he’ll forget to do it.”
“Do what?”
“Begin his run for President.”
“Are you serious? He wants to be President?”
“Since the day he was born. Everything he’s ever done is the perfect resume, whether it was speaking at conventions or backing the right candidates or being in the room. It means I’ll probably have to go to the Naval Academy. My older sister went into the Air Force academy.”
“That’s badass.”
“She is.”
“And your other sister?”
“Cannot wait to get married and have the same life my mother has.”
“She doesn’t mind the pictures and shredded wheat?”
“Not at all.”
We both sit in his revelation, and I want to make it okay for him. “What’s four years of flying back and forth against forever? I did get into George Washington University. I could go to GW if there’s scholarship money. I have a lot in Portland, but maybe I can find my way to Maryland to be closer to Annapolis. And you’re going to be sexy as hell in that white uniform with that hat.”
He lifts my face up to his and kisses the hell out of me. But he doesn’t try to have sex with me again, which is weird. “There’s more? What else? Do you not want me anymore?”
He brushes his hand over my cheek. “Maggie, I swear to God there’s never going to be a day or a moment that I won’t want you. But you don’t just go to the Naval Academy; it means you’re joining the Navy. I’ll serve. I won’t know if it’s stateside, active duty, or even what specialization I’ll get. My father, because of his position, won’t pull strings and get me stationed somewhere safe. He’d want me to stand up and honor the traditions of the military and defend our country. There will be an expectation I’ll serve and put my life on hold for the country and for the good of my father’s campaign. I often feel like an accessory to his career. He’s a good man or he wouldn’t serve the public like he does, he’s just not the touchy feely I love you, son, kinda dad. I can’t just do my two years after school and get out. This is my father’s plan for my future.”
“But your dad didn’t figure on me now, did he?” He squeezes me tighter. I switch to supportive mode so I don’t scratch his dad’s eyes out or fall apart.
“I can bake cookies and send them to your station or ship. Oooh. I can be one of those military wives who sits around waiting for their man to sail home and gets really good at packing. I get to be on a base, right? While you’re on a boat? I make friends easily.” His whole body shakes with a chuckle. I wanted to break up the moment, but I would follow him if he asked. We could create a life together whatever that’s going to be.
“Sweet girl.” He pulls my face up to see his. “You love me that much?”
“Yup.”
“I love you so much because you think we’re going to get married. Even though we’ve barely discussed our summer plans. You see forever. All in, leap without looking.”
“I’m just that kind of girl. Trust your gut. My gut says we’ll always be in love.”
He kisses me sweetly and I moan at the slide of his tongue on my lips. “I hope so, but you don’t think my father picked out a wife and a life for me? It’s all crashing in on me, and I don’t know how to stop it.”
“We stop it together. Look I’m not one to back down from a challenge. I’ll take on your dad. I mean I don’t have military training or anything but I can fight him, if it’s for you.” I straddle him so he can look at me straight on. “If this isn’t what you want, then we change it. If it is, then we make it work for us.”
“Do you have, like a magic recipe for that lemonade you’re making right now? Or is it just all this sugar?” He kisses my hand and says, “Delicious.”
“You said he might be President someday, so maybe I don’t want to get real aggressive with him. But if you don’t want any of this, if you want a different life then let’s have a different life.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s standing up, turning me around, picking me up, and hitching my legs around his waist. I smile at him and he kisses my nose. “What I want is to shower with you. Did you see it? There’s a bench in that huge shower. I’m going to sit and you’re going to ride my cock.”
“Yes, please.” I can feel how hard he’s growing as he’s pressed between us.
“You’d really have a different life with me, Maggie? It won’t be easy. The Colonel won’t make it easy especially since I’ve never said no to him. My mom won’t be on my side, and my sisters will abandon me.”
“Then it’s a good thing you have five brothers. And now you have all of us. We’ll be there. Tony, Danny, Law, Robbie, and Dax won’t let you down. They’ll be there for you. Mak, Lizzie, Kris, and me too.”
His smile is so big it reaches his eyes, lights up every part of him and every part of me. He kisses me and then murmurs on my lips. “Yes. Let’s have a different life. Let’s have a life together.”
“We can have doughnuts all day long in our houseboat where we create yarn wall hangings.”
His lips cover mine again. “Perfect. Let’s build this Maggie. All I want is a life with you. And to feel you come.”
He walks into the bathroom and sets me down while he turns on the water.
“This is shaping up to be a hell of a plan,” I say, while running my hands down his chest. He gathers me to him and says, “The perfect plan.”
9
colt
Two weeks whiz by, and I get several more prestigious college acceptances and finally work up the courage to talk to my father. It’s not gonna be easy, but it’s definitely the right thing. I’m not meant to be in the military. I’m not that breed, I wish that I were. There are sturdy and stalwart humans who I’m incredibly grateful for, but I can do more good here than in the military. I’m not meant to be away from her like that, and I cannot toe the line for my father anymore. I’m his son, not set dressing or a chess piece. I’m hoping the rational man sees that.
This is it, time to be the man he raised me to be. I’m pacing and he picks up on the second ring. To his credit, he always takes our calls.
“Son, don’t really have time for anything today but I am proud of you and your accomplishments.” His pat response to when we call during work.
“Dad, it can’t wait.”
“Colton, are you okay?”
“Yes. But I met someone and it’s serious.”
He scoffs. “How serious can you be? It’s been a blip of time, son. We can discuss it when you come home. Make me proud.” His forever edict. Make me proud.
“Dad! Do not dismiss me.” I back up my tone of voice to the measured timbre he taught us is effective in negotiation. “What I mean to say is, I’m not going to Annapolis. That’s your journey, not mine.” My entire body feels like it’s one giant dry heave. There’s a long pause, and I hold my breath.
“You’ll stay enrolled, go ahead and accept wherever you think you want to go, and we’ll discuss this when you come home for the fundraiser in a couple of weeks.”
“Not coming home until I’m done here. I’ll tape a message for your website, and I’ll pose for pictures here, but not coming home. I love you, but I have to start to do things differently.”
