I let my fingers dance across her center, from her clit to her pussy, gathering her honey. And then I move lower, finding her tight asshole. She clenches against me at first, but I make slow circles with my finger against her ass and my tongue against her clit, and she relaxes into it.

“Let me in, Elle. You’ve let me into your heart, which is a much riskier thing. I promise to make it feel good.” The dark promise is a low murmur as I keep up my ministrations.

Slowly, I press in millimeter by millimeter, and she takes my finger into her ass. “Good girl, love. That’s it, relax and let me in your sweet arse. One day, maybe you’ll let me fuck you here too?”

She clenches tight at my words, and at first, I think she’s revolting against the idea, but then she bucks and I realize that just the thought of me shoving my cock into her ass has her coming. “Fuck . . .”

I slam my mouth back over clit, sealing tight around her as I suck the nub and batter my tongue against it. All the while, I’m slowly fucking her ass with one finger and dreaming of the day she lets me fuck her there too.

“Colton!” Her calling out my name as she comes hard feels like the greatest part of my day, and I take no mercy on her. I push her through her first and then straight into another orgasm as I slide the fingers of my other hand inside her pussy to work her G-spot.

She comes and keeps coming, her pussy soaking me as she quivers. “Fuck, fuck . . . yes . . . don’t you dare stop!”

I wouldn’t dream of it.

I’m not sure there’s a count for how many times she comes, more like just a clock ticking away the minutes, but eventually, she goes boneless, sagging into the fluffy bed the way she always does after a good orgasm. I take it as a sign of a job well done on my part. On a sigh, she says,

“Holy fuck. Unicorn . . . rainbow sprinkles . . . what the . . . new bar.”

I have no idea what she’s saying, but it all seems good, so I roll with it. “Stay just like that.”

With her hips lifted on the pillow and legs spread wide to make room for me, I line up with her messy pussy. I balance on one arm, guiding my cock through her cream, but when I slide across her clit, she jerks.

“Sensitive. Just get inside me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I agree in one heartbeat and thrust into her with the next. Her walls grip me tightly, and I almost start pounding into her fast and hard, chasing my own orgasm that’s so damn close. But I don’t. I ease in and out, slow and steady, feeling every inch of her cling to my cock. “You feel like heaven, love.”

Her eyes fly open, meeting mine clear and happy. I don’t know that I’ve ever made anyone truly happy, just by being myself. Not like Elle.

I’ve seen her search for me when she enters a room. She wants to hear what I think and feel and is most attracted to me when we’re doing the silliness of nothing. She’s rare, and I intend to appreciate every bit of time I have with her, praying for more every chance I get.

Her hands leave their headboard hold and cup my face, keeping my eyes on hers. “I love you, Colton Wolfe.”

I groan and fall. Into her, into a black abyss of her warmth, into us. It feels good. It feels right. It feels like forever.

Chapter 29

Elle

Last time I’d sat around with the entirety of Colton’s family, it’d been shockingly loud and threat filled. A major contrast to today, where everyone sits primly and properly, as though indifferent strangers.

Edwin sits at the head of the table once again, his lawyer to one side and Eddie to his other. The posturing seems so painfully purposeful to put Colton at a disadvantage. Colton sits beside the family lawyer, eschewing his brother’s side, which puts Roger, Colton’s attorney, at Eddie’s right.

And of course, all the women—Mary, Nan, Lizzie, and me—sit in cushy armchairs, in the room but not at the big boys’ table where we can actually be a part of the discussion. It would piss me off, but realistically, this is Colton’s chance to shine and he needs no support. He’s ready for this, and it’s been a long time coming—to go head to head against his father. Finally.

Edwin begins. “Let’s get this over with. I have more important things to attend to.”

Of course you do, I think with an eye roll that matches Lizzie’s. Nobody wants to sit around a table when it’s such an obvious admission that you’ve lost your bluff. I swear I see Mary flinch, but Nan seems to be fighting back a small smile at the whole thing. Perhaps being over here isn’t as bad as I thought. At least I can read the room, study reactions as Edwin and Colton handle their business.

“Of course, Mr. Wolfe.” The family lawyer, a wiry old man with whiskers coming out both his ears and his nose, says obsequiously. He smooths his hands down his suit front and then picks up a stack of papers, tapping them against the table.

“As we’ve discussed, the trust for this specific property, colloquially known as the Estate, was bequeathed to Master Colton Wolfe upon his grandfather’s demise. As the trust was never enacted subsequent to Colton’s twenty-first birthday, the property fell under the larger family umbrella for management. It is my understanding that Colton would like to pursue his ownership at this time?”

“Yes, Mr. Hamish. That is correct. It seems I was uninformed as to my rights upon my twenty-first, but effective immediately, I’d like to exercise them for the Estate.”

Eddie looks to Edwin again, an ugly sneer on his face, which seems to have last been shaved days ago. “Father, do something about this. You promised.”

“Quiet, Eddie.” Edwin’s hiss is sharp and unexpected. To Eddie, at least, because he plops back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he slouches.

“Bloody prat, swooping in like a vulture and taking what’s not his.” Eddie pouts and mumbles under his breath, but everyone hears him.

Colton gives in and addresses Eddie. His eyes are sharp, his tone razor-laced. “If anyone has taken what is not his, it’s you. You’ve spent your entire life as the golden boy just because you were born first—which was no accomplishment on your part, I might add. I am not the black sheep Father has always made me out be, but you are certainly not the saint he paints you as, either. In a way, I pity you because his coddling has resulted in your utter lack of ambition, simply gallivanting about like a sodding fool while his neglect and abuse, in turn, have shaped me into something he never anticipated.”

Colton’s eyes cut back to Edwin. “Someone who can take him on, challenge his standing, and topple the pedestal he precariously perched himself upon. Because I’m clever, but also because I will work my bloody arse off for it.”

“Enough!” Edwin bellows, his palms slapping the table. “Let’s get this done without the trip down memory lane. I don’t need your judgement, boy.”

The lawyers have been sitting quietly, no doubt used to family rows over inheritances. But at the order, they get to work, reading out the paperwork line by line.

“Initial here and here,” Mr. Hamish tells Edwin. “And you here and here,” he says to Colton.

Roger confirms Mr. Hamish’s instructions, and Colton reads it as well before initialing. They continue line by line, page by page, delving into thick legalese I’m glad I don’t have to understand. It’s not just that it’s lawyer-speak, but it’s British laws and inheritance formalities, both of which seem seriously complex.