An Angel Moved Next Door- Colby Brock

Chapter 45

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Trigger Warnings: SH. Smut! 18+

Colby and I talked for hours, I told him everything about my family life, my niece and how I am practically a mother. He told me about his past and mental health issues. He was uncomfortable telling me as I could see he felt very vulnerable. He gulped, his words catching in his throat. I smiled as I placed my hands in his.

"Colby, I know what you're saying and it's okay. I've never noticed them but it doesn't bother me, I have them too," I explained softly. I knew he was getting to the part where he explained he has a history of self-harm. His eyes widened as he smiled softly.

"Really? You don't care that I have scars?" He asked but I shook my head with a soft chuckle.

"Colby, you could be head to toe in scars and it wouldn't change a thing," I comforted.

"My God, you're perfect," He commented, pulling me in to kiss him. I giggled into the kiss. We showed each other the scars so that we knew where they were and weren't blindsided when we saw more of each other's bodies. Colby smiled sadly at my thigh but kissed me comfortingly. I normally would be ashamed or embarrassed by them, hiding them but to Colby, I want to be open and honest. I know he isn't going to judge me, and I'm not judging him. I feel comfortable sharing this with him, he understands. One of the only people I know who understands.

"But, I think that's everything," Colby commented with a shrug and a smile. I grinned as I admired him.

"So, do you still want me to be your girlfriend?" I asked, confident in his smile that I already knew the answer. He chuckled.

"More than ever," He expressed before his hand found my cheek and pulled me to his lips. I smiled into the kiss, his tongue soon finding my lips. Our lips and tongues moved in sync as we made out. My hands played with the back of his hair as his hands found my hips. Lifting me to sit on his lap again. I smirked against his lips as he smiled. A hand trailed down my thigh, gripping it harshly. I moaned into his mouth at the harsh contact. Something I love. He smirked as he held me closer.

I could feel him resisting again, I gripped his shoulders, rolling my hips into him. I groaned, his hands gripping me so tight I knew there would be bruises. I smirked into the kiss as he practically growled. His hand moved up to my hair, pulling me in close, and deepening the kiss. I moaned as he grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling very slightly. I knew he wasn't trying to hurt me but it only made me want him more.

"We need to stop or I'm going to fuck your brains out," He expressed against my lips. I smirked as I pulled back a little to look at him with my siren eyes. His breath quickened as his eyes met mine.

"Good," I smiled mischievously. He studied me for a second as if seeing if I was messing with him. When he saw I was being serious, he rushed to attach his lips to mine. He moved forward, lying me down and hovering over me between my legs. I moaned as his hips grinded into mine. His tongue silences me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hands settling on his back as he trails a hand down my waist. I practically shiver under his touch. His hand raised my dress subtly as he moved back up my body.

We only got more heated the longer we stayed here. I gripped his shirt, lifting it as he broke away from the kiss to pull it over his head. His lips found mine again, kissing me hungrily. I moaned, head losing all weight as his hips pushed into me. His erection was straining his pants and pressing against where I craved him. A feral feeling consumed me. He moved from my lips to my neck, sucking and biting the skin that was soon marked as his. His hand trailed down my side, down my thigh and finally met my bare skin. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his hand travelled up my thigh, my dress following. His hand stopped on my waist. I rolled my hips into him as he groaned. He pulled away, his eyes looking beastly. I bit my lip as my insides fluttered.