Fallen Walls

BROOKE

Colin didn’t buy those tickets for me. He didn’t do it as an attempt to get with me. I mean, it could have completely backfired on him if I’d believed John was a changed man.

He did it purely for Sydney. To make her happy. To make her feel loved—not by him, but by her own blood. Her own father. The man who despises Colin, who I’m pretty sure Colin hates in return.

It’s the most selfless act I’ve ever seen from anyone. I stand there in shock, staring at him as the tears fall down my cheeks. He looks so frazzled that I found out, meaning he never wanted the truth to see the light of day.

“Brooke, please don’t be mad. I know I may have overstepped, but I just couldn’t sit around knowing—”

I cut him off by placing my finger over his mouth. At that, he finally looks up at me and notices the tears. He tries to speak again, and reaches out for me, but I shake my head as I move my body closer to his.

As our faces are only inches apart, I finally move my finger away, place my hands on the sides of his face, and plant my lips on his.

It takes him a minute to kiss me back. I think he’s in shock that this is my reaction. In shock that I’m actually the one making the first move this time. But then, finally, he starts to respond.

He deepens the kiss, cupping my face while placing his other hand on the small of my back, pushing our bodies flush against one another. His tongue slips into my mouth, making me shiver in his arms.

I curl my arm around his neck to better brace myself as I get lost in him. I relish in his embrace, his taste, his warmth, his kindness, everything about him I’ve been trying so hard to fight this whole time.

Then, I break our kiss and take his hand, leading him into my house. He follows hesitantly, seeming shocked again at my boldness.

But I’m done fighting, done denying my desire for him. He’s showed his true colors time and time again; I’ve just been forcing myself not to believe in him, but that was out of fear.

All the lust, all my desire, every ounce of need I’ve been pushing off comes back full force. The waiting is over. I want him. I need him.

By the time we make it to my bedroom we’re both breathing heavily, never letting our lips separate for more than a second or two, like we can’t get enough of kissing.

Then it hits me: this is Colin Scholtz. I start to feel nervous. I’m not like the other women he’s been with.

I’ve seen Natali, and I don’t even compete in her category. I may be fit, but I don’t have Natali’s long legs, her perfect model figure, or her voluptuous breasts—and I’m not young, either.

I’m a thirty-five-year-old, five-foot-seven woman who is covered with years of flaws. I’m suddenly hyperaware of the scar left on my bikini line from the incision of the c-section when I had Sydney.

I may wear a sports bra and high-waisted leggings on a daily basis, but that’s for work. I don’t flaunt my body, and when I think of being naked for Colin, I want to curl up in baggy sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie.

Colin must see the doubt resonating on my face, because he pulls away from kissing me with a look of concern. “Hey…it’s okay,” he tries to reassure me.

“I’m…not like the models you’ve been with…” I confess nervously, biting my lips. “And I…umm, I haven’t done this in a while.” Feeling embarrassed, I try to look away, but he brings my face back to look at him.

“No, you’re not like any model I’ve been with. You’re far more than they could ever be,” he says as his lips meet mine again, peppering me with kisses that travel along my neck and my collarbone.

“Please… let me see you. I promise, we’ll go slow.”

I let out a jagged breath as he starts pulling up the hem of my dress, slowly slipping it over my head and leaving me in just my underwear and boots.

Any fears I might’ve had slip away when I see how hungrily his eyes rake my body. Colin pounces his mouth onto mine, devouring my lips as he hoists me up.

Then another wave of nervousness floods my brain as I remember how long it’s been since I was intimate with anybody.

“I… umm, haven’t done this in a while.” I look down, feeling embarrassed again, but he keeps peppering me with kisses along my collarbone, my neck, my chest.

“I promise, we’ll go slow,” Colin says before pressing his mouth to mine and hoisting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me to the bed.

“Colin!” I burst out, half in a moan. “No weight-bearing!” I have to remind him.

He groans into a chuckle. “God, woman! Do you ever stop thinking?” He gently lays me down on the bed, and I sit up long enough to impatiently tug off my boots and socks. He does the same with his own shoes, hands careful on his injured foot.

Then he leans back over me, unhooks the clasp of my bra, and I get lost in his kiss like I’m starting to realize I always will.

He crouches down at the edge of the bed, and in what feels like slow motion, slides my panties off, leaving me fully bare and exposed.

His eyes rake me up and down. “God, you’re beautiful. Every… single… inch of you is perfect,” he says, making my breathe hitch just as he reaches out and touches me.

He lowers his mouth, taking my breasts with his tongue and hands. Working in unison, he starts sucking, squeezing, nibbling my nipples, making me squirm at his intense attentiveness before finally working his way down.

He spreads my legs and licks every inch of my folds, electrifying every nerve in my body. I tremble under his grip until and I can’t take it anymore, throwing the pillow over my face to suffocate my loud moan.

Right away Colin grabs the pillow away and throws it on the floor. He doesn’t stop or miss a beat in his pleasurable rhythm; only for a brief second does he peel his mouth away and look up.

“Mmmm, no hiding! I want to see you and hear you during every moment.” His words vibrate back against my center, and that nearly does me in. He goes back to work, and the intensity builds again.

I dig my fingers into his hair and hold on as my orgasm rips through me viciously. “Oh, God… yes!”

***

I’m clearly not keeping track of the time, but it’s definitely at least two hours and multiple orgasms later. I feel like I could live forever with just the talent and skills of Colin’s mouth and fingers, but my whole body is in a fiery frenzy.

I just want more of him; I need to feel him inside me. “When you said you’d take it slow, did you mean you wanted to drive every ounce of me crazy?” I ask, breathless.

Colin is currently kissing a path from my forehead all the way down to my legs, but he stops at my stomach and looks up with a wicked grin. “No, I just don’t want to rush you. I want you to be ready.”

“I was ready a long time ago,” I say as I tuck my legs between his and roll him onto his back with me straddling him.

“Are you sure you aren’t torturing me as punishment for torturing you?” I add teasingly as I pepper kisses along his chest, nibbling his neck to just below his ear.

He moans in between answering me. “It wasn’t my intention…but if you want to torture me, by all means.”

I decide to indulge him with a little torture as I kiss down his neck and chest to his hard abs. My fingers trace the path behind my kisses until I reach his waistline. Then I slide my hand down his beautiful, hard cock and caress it before taking all of him in my mouth.

I hear Colin hiss, arching his head to the ceiling the instant my mouth swallows him up. I don’t stay there long, though; after one hard suck, I pull off with a pop as he growls out a mumbled, “Fuck.”

I don’t intend to leave him wanting. I scootch up to straddle him once more and slide my hips down, lining myself up over his throbbing hard cock. I’m sure he can feel how wet I am for him, and I instantly get a twitching reaction from him between my legs.

I start grinding against him as I lean in for a kiss and bite his lower lip. His hands grip my hips tightly, and I know he’s just as desperate as I am, so he must be waiting for me to take the lead.

Every square inch of my body is aching for him, and without any more hesitation, I push the tip of him inside me. Sliding down the length of him slowly, I can’t help but close my eyes, taking in the feeling of him stretching me with pure pleasure.

“Fucking Christ, Brooke!” he moans as I continue lifting my hips up and slowly sliding back down…each time, he fills me even more until I let my head fall back, overwhelmed by the ecstasy of feeling all of him inside me.

I start to quicken my pace, both of us moaning as I rock against him. Then, mid-thrust, he sits himself up, growling as his muscles tense. He grips my ass, locking our bodies together, and rolls us over, taking back the control.

Hovering over me, burying his face in my neck, he thrusts himself deeper inside me, hitting spots I didn’t even know were there.

“Oh God,” I cry out, digging my nails into his back as all my senses are scorched, overwhelmed with everything that is Colin.

I feel my body quickly building up my release again, and I scream out his name as I feel myself tighten around him. “Colin!…Oh, God!…Yes!”

“God, Brooke! Fuck, I’m gonna come!” With a groan of my name and a final pump he pulls out and releases on my stomach. I wish he could’ve finished inside me, but it’s probably for the best.

Neither of us were prepared for tonight, and I haven’t bought condoms in years.

We lie there together for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath and come down from our high. Colin goes to my bathroom to get a washcloth and clean himself off, then comes back with a fresh one to gently clean my body as well.

Coming back to bed, he pulls me close to him. I love the warmth he gives off, and his broad arms engulfing me; it feels amazing to be completely overwhelmed by this man.

I’ve been fighting it since the first day we met in my office, and now, after all this time, finally giving in to him…I feel a wave of relief. It feels so natural, so loving, so…everything I’ve been longing for in a man for such a long time.

We snuggle up close, practically chin to chin. Feeling safe and protected, I drift off to sleep.