Always

Chapter 64

I heard Colby start climbing under me as I reached the 5th or so step and looked down. His blue hair was bright in the sun, and he was looking down at his feet, watching where he stepped. My throat closed up and I felt tears sting my eyes. What the f*ck was wrong with me? I felt an overwhelming amount of love for him right now, so much so that I actually wanted to cry about it. I cleared my throat, blinking against the tears that wanted to come and kept climbing till we reached the top.  Pulling my knees up onto the wooden platform, and crawled out of the way so that Colby could crawl in behind me. Looking around, I could see why he said that he loved this little place. It had 2 windows cut into it, one on each opposite side. They were made to where you could swing it open, and then pull it back and latch it to close. I stood up so that I could look around a little more. Colby didn't say anything. I barely noticed him still sitting on the floor, watching me. I was too entranced by part of his childhood. I went to the small shelf below one of the windows and picked up an old Batman comic, flipping through the pages. I could see a little Colby sitting up here, a blanket around his shoulders, reading his comics by flashlight. "What are you smiling at?" Colby's voice was low and I automatically got chills. I looked at him, to see him watching me with that same hungry expression. "I didn't know that I was...but I was just thinking of you being up here when you were smaller." He stood up and walked to me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "You must have a lot of memories up here. I'd like to hear about them." I felt his lips on the shell of my ear, before his mouth trialed down, leaving wet open mouth kisses down my neck. He slipped his hand inside the neck of my shirt, pushing my sleeve down to kiss my shoulder. My neck rolled to the side, giving him better access. I felt him smile against my skin. "You're the only girl that's ever been up here besides my Mom." A big grin crossed my face. For some reason, that sent a rush of warmth through my body...or maybe it was the incredible things that he was making me feel with that tongue of his. Either way, I was happy. His large hands went to my waist, gripping my skin under my shirt. The coldness of his rings felt good against my flushed skin. He turned me to face him, in one quick motion, making me gasp. "I wanna make new memories in here." He whispered, whispered, his blue eyes staring into mine, before he lowered his lips to mine. One hand went to my hair, fisting itself there, while the other slid around to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. I loved the way that my curves seem to melt into his body, molding to his hard angles. Instinct had me raising my arms around his neck and grabbing fistfuls of his hair. What had started off slow and sweet, was escalating quickly. Colby pulled my hair, one quick yank, jerking my head to the side, breaking our kiss. His mouth attacked my neck again, leaving a trail of marks against my skin. A moan escaped my throat when I felt his teeth close over my heated skin, making me pull at his hair. He growled against my throat and let his hands roam my body, underneath my shirt, before settling on my ass. When his mouth left my body, I whimpered just a little, missing the contact. The smirk that formed on his mouth was worth it. He knew what he was doing. "Stop playing." I groaned, shooting him a glare. The smirk intensified. "Not playing. Not at all." How in the hell does he get his voice to go that deep and rough? It makes me feel some kind of way and he knows it. That's okay though, because I can play that game too. Backing away from him, his brows lowered in confusion at what I was doing. His eyes followed my hands as they reached for the bottom of my shirt, and started to lift it. His pupils were blown, knocking out the blue again, as he licked his lips, watching my shirt go over my head. I continued undressing slowly, just to watch his expressions change and intensify. When my skin was bare, he growled, a sound deep in his chest, rumbling up his throat. He stepped closer to me, his hand shooting out and grabbing my waist, bringing me to him. He kissed me roughly before stepping back and walking to a chest in the corner of the room that I hadn't noticed before. "Uumm...Colby, what are you doing?" He opened the chest, not replying, but his eyes did shoot to mine, before traveling down my naked body. Aaah, F*CK. One look from him and I'm on fire. I need him to hurry. "I'm standing here naked, in a tree house...what are you doing?" His deep chuckle sounded out, sounding louder than it was in the quiet treehouse. He pulled out a comforter, unfolding it. It was light blue, and looked old, probably smelled a little musty from being packed away for so long. "I can't just have you laying on the bare wood, now can I?" He said, walking back towards me, his eyes still roaming my body. Goosebumps erupted on every square inch of skin I have, I think. He spread the blanket out, doubling it for more cushion, then held his hand out to me, helping me lay back. "You might get a splinter in your ass," He chuckled, his humor still coming out at a time like this. Part of the reason why I loved him. I rolled my eyes, and smiled. "You're overdressed." I pointed at him. He was on his knees, sitting over me, his hands as well as his eyes on me now, making me forget how to think.