Mockingbird: a Songbird Sequel

Four: Lennie

I could feel Colt's finger tips brushing against my stomach, just above the waistband of my panties. I could tell he was still asleep when his steady stream of breath would hit my hair, so I tried not to squirm under the tickling nature of his touch.

We'd been up late the night before, hanging out with everyone and drinking and enjoying ourselves. We ended the night around a fire, Colt and Leon with their guitars as usual. It was the perfect start of our little vacation. But, I couldn't stop thinking of Ellie. The terror in her eyes. The absolute stench of booze that practically seeped from Brad's pores. I wanted to help her. I wanted to rescue her, but I knew there was nothing I could do unless she came to me, and that made me uneasy. All I could do was pray she reached out before it was too late.

Colt's groggy voice pulled me from my whirling thoughts. "You're thinking too much," he practically purred. His fingers dug in a bit harder as he brought his body against my back. He was so warm, so soothing, and all he was doing was existing. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said with a yawn.

"Don't lie to me, girl. I know you better than that," he stated before brushing his lips against the skin behind my ear. "What're you thinking about?"

"Ellie."

He sighed, his breath blowing a bit of hair into my face. "Baby..."

"I know, I know. I can't help it though."

"Do you know where they're staying?"

"No."

"Do you have her number?"

"Not anymore. If she even has the same one, which I doubt."

"His?"

"Maybe. But talking to him won't make me feel any better."

"What will make you feel better?"

"I don't know..."

Colt pulled me even more snuggly against him. His jaw, now resting against the side of my head as he enveloped me in his strong arms. My favorite safe place. "I wish there was something we could do, baby. I really do, but I don't like you laying here thinking about this shit. I don't like it taking over your brain."

"I don't either..."

"What can I do to distract you?" he asked, as his fingers danced against the waistband of my underwear again. Guess I knew where his head was.

I laughed. "Seems like you've got your own ideas..."

"We're in a house that isn't also inhabited by our fifteen year old son. You bet your ass I have a myriad of ideas for the next few days."

"There's still other people here."

"They're adults and I guarantee you are thinking the same things. Mel and Leon have three kids. Trust me when I say, they will be taking full advantage of this alone time."

"I don't think we really let Beau hold us back all that much," I said with a giggle. "You still get it pretty regularly."

Suddenly I was flat on my back, Colt's frame braced on his arms over me. "Yeah, but you don't have to be quiet here," he stated before brushing his lips against mine.

I practically melted the second our mouths made contact. "You want your sister to hear me?" I asked with a smirk.

"My sister can fuck off." Colt brought his head down, his lips trailing my neck to my throat. I writhed beneath him and he chuckled a bit darkly. "Seems you don't really care about our housemates either..."

"I stop caring about anything when you touch me," I practically whimpered. It was true. Good GOD, it was true. Every touch, every kiss, hell even a look. This man owned me, body, mind, and soul.