The Airman's E-Mail Order Bride (Heroes of Chance Creek Book 5) by Cora Seton Read Free Book Online Page B

down and caress you, taking you into my hand.
    Hell. He wished Heather was here. Chat was all well and good, but it wasn’t enough. I slide my hand down your back, under your panties and between your legs.
    I’m wet , she messaged back. So wet.
    Colt groaned, moving his hand faster. What would Heather be like to make love to now?
    I want you inside of me, now, she wrote. Please, Colt. Take me.
    He let go of himself to type quickly, I toss you on your back, climb on top of you and push inside. I pound into you until you scream my name and come. Not elegant, but true enough to the way he’d act if she were here.
    He pushed the laptop aside, needing all his attention for the task at hand, pushing all conflict to the back of his mind. Wrapping his fingers around himself, he allowed his imagination to run free. There were so many things he wanted to do with Heather—so many positions, so many—
    He came with a grunt and a shudder, working himself until he was drained. Leaning back, breathing hard, he turned his head to see the laptop’s screen.
    OMG, you are so big , Heather had written.
    And then added a smiley face.
    Colt snorted, then laughed out loud. The computer chimed again.
    You fill me perfectly , she said. You make me moan out loud. You make me—oh, Colt!
    A few seconds later another chime sounded. Heaven .
    Heaven, indeed .
    No reply came for a few minutes. Was Heather lying in her own bed and thinking the same things he was? He took the opportunity to clean up a little.
    Finally she wrote again. Colt, that was good, but it wasn’t as good as having you here would be.
    Know what you mean , he wrote back, although his emotions were far too confused to make sense of.
    I have to be real here for a minute , she said. I loved showing you my breasts. This wouldn’t have been nearly as fun if I hadn’t—if I didn’t think you were aroused by me—but I can’t have that photo out in the world.
    He smiled again at those amazing breasts. It would be a shame to erase that photograph, but he’d honor her request. It was the least he could do, considering their situation. He hit delete.
    Your photo is gone. I’ll miss it and the girls. They made a mighty pretty picture, he wrote.
    Your photo is gone, too.
    He wondered why she thought she had to delete it. Was she married, after all? Pain lanced through him, and he forced himself to sit with it. After all, he wasn’t going to marry Heather, was he? She was supposed to be off limits to him.
    Memories of the last time they’d been together flooded back into his mind, and the guilt he’d carried all these years flared up. He’d betrayed Austin again. He’d betrayed Aaron’s memory.
    Colt? You still there?
    After a long moment, he answered, Yes .
    Tell me something about you. Something no one else knows. I want to feel close to you.
    He stared at what she’d written, the mood between them spoiled by his memories. I killed my father, he wrote before he could stop himself. Do you feel close to me now?
    Alone in the bedroom her grandparents had allocated to her in their spacious condo, Heather clutched her phone until her fingers turned white.
    I killed my father , she read again. This was worse than she’d thought. She knew their time together and his father’s death were tangled in Colt’s mind, but she’d never guessed he actually thought he’d caused Aaron’s aneurysm. How could he have? That’s not how aneurysms worked.
    She worried at her lower lip with her teeth, caught herself and stopped. If Colt thought their being together had killed Aaron, did that mean Aaron knew about them? Was that it?
    A sinking feeling in her gut told her she was right. If Aaron had known, had he forbidden Colt to be with her? If he had, and Colt had disobeyed…
    Heather closed her eyes. No wonder he’d never spoken to her again. Things between them were even more impossible than she’d thought. It was bad enough they’d gone behind Austin’s back to be together—she still