you so much, and he was always there…”
“Tell me…” I have to know what happened between them.
Chapter 35
Taylor
“I kissed Reis.”
Colt’s mouth hardens into a firm line and his jaw clenches. “Okay.” His voice is controlled and calm.
Crap. I inwardly cringe. This conversation is going to suck more than I thought. He should yell at me, tell me I’m a horrible person, that he never wants to see me again. “That’s it?
He shrugs, his eyes looking more intense than I’ve seen them before, burning green and gray. “Well trust me, I don’t like that you kissed him,” he admits, looking down. Then he meets my eyes again. “But I’m not going to yell at you. As much as I’ve asked for you to trust me, to believe in me, I need to do the same for you. If you felt you had to go somewhere else to get comfort, then I let you down somewhere along the way. And I’m sorry for that.”
“Colt…” I can’t believe he’s apologizing. I’m the one who should be groveling for his forgiveness.
“Hush. I believe in you.” He leans in toward me, brushing his fingertips along my jaw. I close my eyes, savoring the touch, praying this isn’t goodbye.
I’m hardly aware of moving until he lifts me and places me in his lap. My chest presses against his. Colt cages me in, his arms wrapping around my back. “Tell me to stop. If you don’t want this…want me….”
I shake my head, my body responding before my lips do. “Don’t stop,” I murmur, breathing in the scent of him. Traces of body wash and spicy male musk. My hands roam over his chest, his shoulders, urging him closer. He leans in, bringing his lips flush with mine. His breath comes warm and fast against my mouth. I let out a little groan and Colt responds, crushing his lips to mine. His tongue lazily flicks against my bottom lip and I open for him, drinking him in. God I’ve missed him. I slip my hands under the hem of his T-shirt, feeling the ridges of his rock hard abs.
“Taylor,” he begs. His voice is husky.
I don’t know what he’s asking, but the answer is yes. Yes to being with him. Yes to loving him. Yes to everything. “Kiss me,” I moan, running my hands along his sides.
He groans in response. His lips are still on mine, and we breathe hard together, neither of us moving, neither of us saying anything. There’s so much to say, yet that needs to be said.
Colt trusts me. Even after I betrayed him with his own brother. Even after I accused him of cheating.
His lips pepper mine with kisses. I can feel how much he missed me.
I kiss him right back, sprinkling in an apology. “I’m.”
He smiles and presses a kiss to my bare shoulder, pushing down the strap of my tank top. “Me too.”
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers near my ear. “I love you, Taylor.”
I pulls away suddenly and study him. “So you still want to date me? Even after I …. ”
“I want to date the shit out of you. Trust me.”
I giggle. “But what about Reis?”
He lifts an eyebrow, watching me. “You really want to talk about my brother while you’re grinding in my lap?”
I groan and press a kiss my throat, just below his Adam’s apple.
“Good girl.” He kisses me again and again, exploring every part of me in the darkness. “Mine,” I hear him whisper against skin. It makes my heart dance.
Chapter 36
Taylor
Reis and McAllister meet us in the driveway, and they pull Colt from the car, hugging him and loudly thumping his back. McAllister shakes my hand and takes the keys from me, thankful to have both his son and his car home safely, I’m sure.
We head into the living room and Reis stands watching me, Colt is tense beside me with his fingers laced in mine and their dad looks back and forth between his sons and me. Even with all of us filling the room, it feels empty and cold. I hate that they’ve lived like this – for nearly a decade now – without her. Still gripping Colt’s hand, I drag him forward toward Reis. I reach out for Reis’ hand and grip both of their hands.
Despite my earlier progress with Colt, now that we’re in their house, I can feel the tension thick in the air. I can see why Colt hates being here, why Reis moved to California for private school, and even why McAllister stays away on business so much.
There’s a picture of Elaina on the mantel, but no feminine touches, no warmth in the house. It’s clear her absence left a gaping hole that they’d never filled, and hadn’t yet learned how to even patch it together.
“Come on. We need to talk,” I explain, hauling them up the stairs.
McAllister narrows his eyes, wondering what I have in mind that involves both of his sons coming upstairs with me. His scrutiny only propels me forward, and my confidence grows with each step I take. It’s time for an intervention. Sometimes I woman’s touch is needed. And now is one of those times.
I don’t release their hands until we’re standing in Colt’s bedroom. Then I stuff them into the arm chairs and sit on the coffee table in front of them.
“We’re not leaving this room until we fix this,” I look between them.
Colt raises an eyebrow at my commanding tone.
“We’re fine, Taylor. I told you that. I fucked up by kissing you. Colt fixed it by punching my face in.” Reis waves his hands, signaling the air is cleared.
“Okay, that’s fine. But I’m not talking about the three of us. I’m talking about your family. Your dad. This house.”
Colt drops his head and draws a deep breath. I know he doesn’t like where this conversation is headed, but he doesn’t stop me.
They’re both eerily quiet, so I decide to press on. “Your mom would hate this. She loved all three of you, and would want to know that you’re happy and close and doing well.”
Reis looks at me and smiles. My stomach does a funny dip.
Colt’s crinkled brow and hard set mouth tell me he’s frustrated. I’m not going to force his hand at telling his brother about their dad, but I will nudge him in that direction. “Reis and I are cool.” He leans over and claps his brother on the back. “But McAllister has done some things that make it hard to trust him.”
“Call him Dad, you douche bag,” Reis says, rolling his eyes.
I nod. “I know McAll – your dad has done some stuff he shouldn’t have, but maybe if you take a step closer to him, he’ll do the same and you guys could start to rebuild things.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Reis scratches his head. “What happened last year? Why did Dad take off to Brazil for three months?”
Colt released a frustrated sigh. “
Reis looks between us, trying to understand. Colt clenches his jaw, a vein throbbing in his neck. I take over the story, explaining in detail to Reis what happened, including how I discovered what happened, and then forced McAllister to donate the millions to clean up efforts and cancer research. When I finish, Reis blinks at me a few times, then launches himself at me and pulls me to him for a hug.
When Reis finally releases me, I can’t tell for certain, but his eyes look the tiniest bit watery. I break the heavy silence by saying admitting that their dad is far from perfect, but reminding them that he’s the only parent
