“Motherfucker,” Colton hissed, shoving more of himself deep within her.
Vida went wild, fighting him for control, driving her hips against him as he thrust inside
of her, searching for and finding the motion that brought her the most pleasure. She moaned as she finally managed to convince Colton to give her what she needed. He pounded inside her with a series of hard thrusts while her arms circled his shoulders and her head fell back against the shower wall.
“Harder, Colton. Fuck me harder.” Colton thrust higher, bringing her over the edge. Her rippling pussy gripped his cock, catching him unprepared for the climax he couldn’t hold back, forcing a hard groan from his own throat.
Afterwards, he washed her again and then carefully helped her trembling body out of the shower. Vida couldn’t quit shaking. Colton dried her off then lifted her into his arms, carrying her back to the bed. Lying down next to her, he pulled her into his arms.
“I understand now,” Vida whispered out loud.
“What?” Colton turned his head to look at her.
“My mother. I’ve been judging her like a kid.” Vida had been judgmental where her mother had been concerned, always looking at it from her own point-of-view and not her mothers. “She was searching for this, wasn’t she?”
“Yes, your mom was the most giving woman I had ever met until you. In that respect, you take after her. She was a wonderful person. She wanted a man that she could love in her life. She just wasn’t lucky enough to find him.”
Vida stared up at the ceiling. Her life had been planned out, and she had been so sure of what she wanted. Since she had met Colton, though, she felt as if everything was changing. Pulling away, she got out of bed and got dressed. Ignoring Colton’s frown, she brushed her hair before braiding it back.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to wash some clothes, and I’m hungry. We need groceries.” Vida named several things they needed to get done on their day off.
“Okay. Food first then we will get busy with everything else.” Vida watched as he dressed, regretting that she had put an end to their fuckfest, yet she needed some time to figure out what she was doing.
They decided to have breakfast out, sharing a huge stack of pancakes and laughing at who had the bigger appetite. Afterwards, they went grocery shopping. Vida picked out several items that would be easy to prepare after working in the shop all day while Colton picked out items that could be microwaved and were tasteless. Those, Vida put back.
“Hey, I wanted those burritos,” Colton complained.
“No, you didn’t.” Vida pushed the grocery cart on, leaving him behind.
“I did.”
“Stuff like that won’t fill you up, it’ll make you fat.” Vida pushed the cart to the fresh fruit. Picking out a variety of apples and oranges, she put those in the cart.
Colton put several more items in the cart, most were rejected and put back by Vida.
“I’m getting my cereal,” Colton protested when she placed it back on the shelf.
“We don’t need it. We have oatmeal and the frozen pancakes that you wanted.”
“Vida, I’m not giving my cereal up.”
“Colton, you’ll...”
“And I won’t get fat because I plan to work off the calories fucking you.”
Vida closed her mouth and put the cereal back in the buggy.
They had walked to the nearby grocery store. Carrying the groceries back to the apartment, Vida smiled.
“What’s so funny?” Colton asked.
“I swore I wouldn’t end up like my mother, yet here I am, packing groceries back to an apartment three blocks away from where I grew up.”
“Fate’s a bitch.”
“Yes, she is.” Coming to an intersection, they stopped, waiting for the light to turn red so they could cross. The traffic halted as the light turned red. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a little boy on his bike on the sidewalk riding towards the road. His was trying to stop, however he was going too fast. He was going to run out in front of the traffic that had begun moving from the other direction now that their light was green.
Vida instinctively dropped her grocery bags and started running. Screaming when she realized she wasn’t going to reach the child in time. Colton ran past her, barely managing to reach the child before a car slammed on its brakes.
The child’s mother ran out of one the shops, crying frantically at the same time that she thanked Colton. He lifted the bike back on the sidewalk and handed the child to his mother, assuring her he was fine.
“Thank God,” Vida said when Colton came back to her side.
“Let’s get the groceries,” Colton said grimly.
Luckily, they hadn’t purchased anything that could have been broken.
Shakily, Vida walked the rest of the way home where Colton took the bags from her and then Vida sat down at the kitchen table while Colton grabbed her a bottled water from the fridge.
“You saved that child’s life,” she said shakily.
Colton shook his head. “I didn’t even see what was happening until you took off running. You saved him, I didn’t. That mother owes his life to you.” Vida, about to raise the bottled water to her lips, stopped. A memory that she had forgotten came to life, playing back in her mind.
“Vida?” Colton quit putting up the groceries, watching her as realization dawned on her face.
“I remember, Colton. I remember something about King.” Colton sat down next to her at the table.
“What did you remember?”
“When we were little, Sawyer, Callie and I were outside playing one day on the playground.” It hadn’t been a normal playground; it had a couple of slides and a merry-go-round that didn’t work. They would usually sit on it instead of the dirt to play with their dolls. That was, Sawyer and her would play with their dolls, Callie didn’t have any. The girls would share with her, but she never had one of her own.
“One day, Callie showed up with a brand new doll. She was so proud of it. Both Sawyer and I wanted to play with it. She was so sweet, Colton. That was the first toy I had ever seen her with, yet she shared it with us.
“We were having such a good time. I can’t believe I forgot this, Colton. I still see her playing with that doll.”
“You probably blocked it out because your memories of her are so painful.” Colton took her hand.
Vida held it tightly, continuing her story, “There was a gang of boys who were bugging us, especially Sawyer. She had Callie’s doll and one of the boys jerked it from her hand and threw it into the street. Callie took off running into the street. Sawyer and I ran after her, both of us reached her just before a car drove over the doll, crushing it. If we hadn’t reached her in time, she would have been killed. That car was going so fast…” Vida’s voice broke off.
“What does this have to do with King?”
“He came running from our apartment building like the mother did today with the same look on his face. He was terrified. He yelled at all three of us, saying we could have been killed.”
“Did he pay attention to any one of you in particular?”
“No, he just took us back to the playground and gave those boys hell. Scared them all into running home.”
“Is that all you remember?” Colton asked.
“I think so. I think he said something to Sawyer, but I don’t remember. I couldn’t hear him very well because Callie was crying so hard about losing her doll and I was holding her, but Sawyer heard because I saw her say something back. He left after that. But Colton, after that day, no one bugged us again. When those boys saw us again, they would always go inside.”
“Vida, what do you know about your father?”
“Not much, my mom got pregnant when she was fourteen, had me when she was fifteen. My dad was seventeen. They lived together until I was born then he went back to his family. She said he was killed in a car accident, driving an expensive car his parents had given him for leaving us.”
“Goldie told me the same thing. What do you know about Sawyer’s father?”
“Sawyer’s mother and father were married, he was killed when Sawyer was a baby. That’s why her mother
was so overprotective. She hardly ever let Sawyer out of her sight. Do you think King could be her father and that her mother lied? That could be another reason for her over-protectiveness.”
“I don’t know. Did Callie ever talk about her father?”
At that, Vida rolled her eyes. “She didn’t even know what a daddy was until we explained it to her when she was four-years-old. But I can’t imagine King touching Callie’s mom, could you?”
Colton shook his head. “No, even I hated the bitch, what little I knew of her.”
“He couldn’t be Callie’s father. He wouldn’t have watched how Callie was treated and not step up, would he?”
“I don’t know. His sister’s death hit him hard,” Colton answered, running his hands through his hair. “If what we’re thinking is true, Digger may have found out that one of the three of you is King’s daughter.”
“I’ve seen pictures of my dad, Colton. I really don’t think King’s my father. I kind of look like my father, from the pictures I’ve seen.”
“Then it has to be either Sawyer or Callie. Callie is in the ground where no one can touch her anymore. If it’s Sawyer and Digger finds out, or already figured it out, you won’t be getting her back.”
Vida tried not to cry, but was unsuccessful. Her fear for Sawyer overcoming her desire to stay strong. Colton pulled her onto his lap. “I’ll call King. We’ll have to get him to tell us the truth. It won’t be easy, Vida.”
Vida nodded her head, trying to get her emotions under control. “You finish putting up the groceries while I call King.”
Colton was still on the phone when she finished putting away the remaining groceries so she started doing the laundry. She gathered some of Colton’s and her own clothes and started a load in the washer.
She returned to the living room to find Colton still talking into the phone. Vida could tell from his face it wasn’t good news. Disconnecting the call, Colton picked up his bike keys.
“What’s wrong?”
“King isn’t answering his phone. I called the club; he’s not in his room and no one as seen him since last night. Ice called and said we need to get over to the clubhouse,ed the oporunity of her movements to slid downut from underneath Colton having no intention of having sex with him but Colton now.”