He scoffed, taking a swig of his
root beer. "They're the ones you should feel sorry for. My wife,
Tamika, she's desert trained, too. Those guys threaten the safety of
her babies?" He drew a line across his throat with his index
finger. "And I do not exaggerate."
Colby knew he wasn't. Tamika was an amazing woman – beautiful and deadly. She was sweet and loved her children, but he'd seen her lose her cool with another tenant, when he made inappropriate advances on a neighbor's 13 year old daughter.
Everyone made themselves scarce after dinner, leaving Colby and Avery alone. Colby looked around at the pieces of his furniture, pleased to see that they fit into Avery's home—their home—well. They'd replaced her TV with his, as it was slightly bigger, and put hers in their bedroom.
"Though I doubt we'll be watching much TV," Colby teased when they did so.
His dresser was from the same IKEA kit as hers, so they simply moved it into the bedroom next to hers. The TV shared the top of both. Avery moved her few cloths around in the closet, giving him half. He didn't need it all, but she insisted. It pleased her to have enough room, in her small place, for him.
"What would you like to do now, Mr. Thatcher?" Avery asked, arms crossed, smirking at him.
"I think you know the answer to that, Miss Justice. If I have to spell it out for you, you haven't been paying attention."
She walked to the kitchen cabinet, taking out a box of popcorn. Colby watched as she set up the popcorn to go in the microwave, shocked. He'd thought about going to bed and having some amazing sex. Here she was, fixing popcorn?
"What are you doing, Ave?"
"I thought surely the first thing you'd want to do would be watch a movie, Colb. With popcorn and beer." She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
"I couldn't give a shit about a movie, Avery." He followed her around the kitchen, holding her close.
"No shit, Sherlock? Sometimes you are so duh...." she teased, tapping his forehead with her finger.
Colby's kiss quieted her, until he pulled her clothing off and set her on the counter. She yelped at the cool surface, squirming to get down as he undressed.
"What are you doing, Colby Thatcher?"
"Christening the kitchen, Avery Justice. Sometimes you are so duh...." He didn't tap her forehead, he his his fingers do the talking.
Avery gasped as he touched her. His lips closed over hers and he moved with great determination. Finally, she pushed him away enough to speak.
"We make food here."
"I'll clean it."
"This is crazy."
"This is fun."
Her protests ceased when he thrust into her, rocking his hips as he kissed her.
"Oh, God, Colby!" she breathed, biting his ear.
Because she had her eyes closed, he allowed himself a smirk before licking her breasts. "Still want popcorn and a movie?"
"Fuuuuck.... no...."
"Didn't think so."
Avery greatly appreciated his performance, voicing her enthusiasm loudly. To quiet her, Colby kissed her as she came, drowning out his own roar of pleasure.
As promised, he cleaned the counter per her instructions, while she put the popcorn away. Leaving their clothing in the kitchen, they went to the living room. Colby had in mind to make love in every room of the apartment, thankful that Avery didn't seem to mind. Once over her initial fears, she relished the attention and the closeness their love making provided. She had never shared so much with another person, as she had Colby, and he knew what it meant to her—and to him.
"Bare ass on the leather?" she teased as he sat down, dragging her onto his lap.
"I'll clean it, too," he promised, lunging into her. "Oh, God, Avery!"
It felt so good to be inside her, he couldn't stand it. She was hot, wet, tight and fit him just right. Her breasts bounced in his face, making him crazy with desire. He couldn't remember what sex with his other girlfriends had been like. He'd always compared the other women to one another, who did what best, but they all paled next to Avery. She outshone them all with her enthusiastic acceptance of him.
"Avery. I love you. So much!"
"Colby!" she couldn't say anything more. Her climax hit and all she could do was make a sound like a boiling tea kettle.
This time, he cleaned the couch while she gathered their clothing. She moved somewhat awkwardly as she wandered to the bedroom. Colby took the clothing from her, giving her a kiss.
"We should get some sleep, babe. We have time to do this every night. Don't have to do all our celebrating now."
Avery leaned against him, her head on his chest. "It feels so good, but my tender lady parts are protesting."
"One advantage a man has, his parts don't take quite the same abuse."
"Abuse?" Her head snapped up, her eyes squinting.
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