Never Let Me Go

Changes and Firsts {Part I}

A/N: Colton in the picture. I miss Paul :(

FLASHBACK

"Fuck!" Maya screams, finally reaching her orgasm. Panting heavily, she falls down on him, resting her head on his shoulder. She smiles to herself as she feels his fingers teasingly run down her spine. After a few minutes of simply lying there, she removes herself from top of him (and him from inside of her) and plops down on the bed.

Starring up at the ceiling, she moans softly as he starts planting kisses along the side of her neck.

"Have I ever told you," her breath hitches as his thumb rubs circles around her nipples. "How fucking perfect you are?"

She smirks, turning over and pulling the covers up to her neck, "It might have slipped out once or twice."

He laughs, reaching out to caress her cheek. A beat. "Do you have to leave?"

She frowns at the sadness in his crystal blue eyes, "You know I do."

That clearly isn't the answer he wanted, "Can't Kaydence handle whatever it is Arianna needs help with?"

Maya sighs, "No, she's gonna need both of us."

He grunts, still not satisfied with her reasons. "But-"

"Colton," she interrupts, propping herself on one elbow. "You know if I could, I'd stay. Believe that." Her slender fingers run along the form of his strong jawline, "I can come back tomorrow though."

He grabs her hand, bringing his lips to it, "That's not gonna work babe."

Maya pouts, "Why?" She climbs back on top of him, his hard on right by her soaking pussy. "I can make it work." She bats her long eyelashes, running a manicured nail down his ripped six-pack.

"Shannon is flying in tomorrow," he says almost robotically, as if he's rehearsed it countless times.

Maya immediately stops her movements, as he watches her intently, almost predicting her reaction.

"Oh," she says blankly. She quickly gets off him, "That's nice." Instead of returning to her position next to him, she climbs out of bed.

He sighs heavily, sitting up, rubbing his temples. "Maya..."

"I've gotta get ready to go," she replies instantly as she starts gathering her clothes from off the floor.

"Baby," he also gets out of the bed and locates his boxers before pulling them on. "Don't act like this."

Pulling her camisole over her head, she turns to look at him, "Act like what?" She questions nonchalantly.

"Fuck Maya, like that," he closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down. "Like you don't care."

"I don't," she shrugs casually.

"Bullshit," he scoffs.

"Besides, it's not like I have a right to care," she leans down, pulling a sandal on. "She's you wife. Not me."

He scoffs, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes darting to the wall adjacent to where she's standing. "You know I fucking hate-"

"What?!" She cuts him off sharply, "What do you hate?"

"When you say that shit!" He shoots back.

This time, she's the one to scoff, "Why? It's the truth! She's your wife Colton. Not me."

"You say it like...like..." he struggles to finds the right words.

"Like?" Maya crosses her arms, "Like what? Like it's your doing? Newsflash, it is. I'm not the one who married her." Who the fuck gets married at 27 anyway? She thinks to herself before realizing just how stupid she sounds and is grateful she didn't vocalize her thoughts.