I tell him about the United States, about our government. I’m no political science or history pro, but I tell him what I know. He is interested, extremely interested, judging by the way he stops staring at my breasts through the see-through top and instead focuses on my eyes with intense interest.
“Fascinating,” he exhales when I’m finished telling him my limited knowledge on the way my country’s government works.
“There is so much more to it, I really only have a basic understanding.”
He nods his head. “Because you’re a woman?” he asks.
He’s being serious and I want to yell at him for being a chauvinistic pig, but I don’t. This isn’t my country, not even my dimension. This is a totally different world—literally. Instead of getting mad, I laugh.
“No, because I didn’t really pay much attention in high school government classes and I only took a few courses in photography in college, zero economic or political science ones.”
“You’ve been to college?”
Nodding my head, I can’t help but smile. “I have, Colt. A lot of women are college-educated where I’m from. We’re doctors and lawyers, we’re politicians, and we even run our own huge companies. The world has evolved where I am.”
“Does it upset you to be here?”
His question is sincere. I love that. Reaching across the small table, I place my hand on his. “I don’t know yet,” I answer truthfully.
“You’ll hate it, Birdie.”
“Why is that?”
He smiles sadly. “Because I will never be able to give you what a man there could.”
“You can’t? You’re the leader of this country.”
“Yes, but I cannot give you what I’ve already given to another.”
My heart cracks inside of my chest at his words. He’s speaking of his heart. He will never love me because he will always love his deceased wife. He will never marry me, give me his name, or anything else, because all of those things belong to her.
“I understand,” I lie.
I want it to be the truth, I try to inwardly convince myself that it is, in fact, the truth. I want to understand, but the simple fact is that I don’t. I hope that I never do, either. I don’t want to know what it’s like to lose a man that I love or a child.
I never want to go through that and I hate that this man, a man that I’m supposedly created for and he is created for me, has loved and lost the way that he has. I selfishly want to be his first true love. I selfishly want to be the only woman he’s ever felt this strongly for, because he’s the only man I have ever felt this way about.
Chapter Fifteen
BIRDIE
Once my food is consumed and our heavy conversation is finished, I stand and turn my back to him. Inhaling a deep breath, I’d almost forgotten how much I like to eat and breathe. Making my way toward the bed, I climb on the center, my knees sinking into the mattress, and I turn around to face him.
On my knees, I stay upright as I reach for the hem of my blouse, gathering it in my fingers, I gently pull it up and over my head, tossing it to the side, leaving myself completely naked, aside from the thigh-high stockings that he seems to be so fond of.
“Birdie,” he grits, still in his seat.
“Come here, Colt,” I breathe.
He slowly stands to his feet and as he makes his way toward me, I watch as he strips out of his clothes. He strips everything off by the time he stands at the side of the bed in front of me. His cock is hard, it’s almost beckoning me.
“Birdie,” he rasps, tilting his head to look down at me.
Wordlessly, I lean forward, gripping the side of the bed so that my lips are directly across from his hard length. He gasps, but doesn’t say anything. Opening my mouth, I extend my tongue and taste the tip of him.
“You mustn’t,” he breathes.
I hum, opening my mouth and in response, I take him inside of me. Looking up at him through my lashes, I suck. He almost immediately buries his hand in the back of my hair. His grip is strong as he guides me along his length.
I love it.
He may be guiding me, but right now I’m in charge.
His jaw is clenched as he looks down at me, his eyes looking into mine and nowhere else. I move, taking him in, my saliva coating his hard length and I can’t deny that everything about this moment is turning me on second by second.
My blood starts doing that thing again, I can feel it begin to heat inside of my body, then it begins to boil and only then do I jerk away from him, releasing him from my mouth and loosening my grip on his cock.
“Colt,” I whimper.
He hums, his hand still buried in my hair. “I know, darlin’. I know.”
Deciding that I can’t take it another minute, I need him inside of me and a position change is going to take far too long, I spin around on my knees. His hand falls from my hair and I hear his intake of breath before he lets out a hiss as I bend over in front of him.
Turning my head, I look back over my shoulder, biting the corner of my lip. “Please, Colt.”
He shakes his head once, then grunts as he looks down at me. “I know.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t torture me a moment longer, maybe he feels the same way, I don’t know and right now I don’t even care. All I can think about is having him inside of me. I need it. I know that it’s the only way to make this burning sensation go away.
Something else I’m
