Soulless Mates?: Colby/Belle

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Colby entered his house through the service entrance for a couple of reasons. One of which to avoid Belle before he retired to his quarters and the other one was because he'd bought his housekeeper, Juanita, a bouquet of flowers for her birthday. Even though he demanded loyalty, he treated his house staff well. Had he known some of the things Belle had pulled, he likely would have had her locked up in the same place he currently housed his brother, Brock. But he didn't know and her transgressions went un-punished.

He set the bouquet of flowers in the red vase near to the entrance, the card sticking up so that Juanita was certain to see it. Untying his tie and loosening the buttons of his shirt as he removed the constricting garment, he grabbed a cold beer and headed out of the kitchen area. He stepped into the hallway and listened. It seemed quiet. Maybe she'd settled in for the night and he'd be able to retreat without incident to his room.

It wasn't that she'd really done anything wrong, maybe it was the fact that Colby wasn't used to a woman or anyone for that matter so determined to have him be part of her life. His brow was tense as he moved through the house. He was confused by her...and maybe that caused him concern that she wasn't here for reasons that were safe for him or his business.

The house was quiet and there was no light shining out from under the door in Belle's room. When Colby opened the door to his own bedroom, he found out why. There, laying in his bed in her pajamas was Belle reading. Well, she wasn't really reading so much as flipping through the pages of a fashion magazine that was sprawled out next to her on the mattress as she lay on her side. She glanced up at him as he stepped into the room. "Late night?" she asked.

He froze before he stepped into his room, "Belle, what are you doing in here?" He sighed, his voice tight and restrained as he addressed her presence in a room that he'd forbidden for her to enter.

Colby, the master of the majority of his domains, found himself painfully at odds with this woman who seemed to disregard his wishes. His eyes glanced over her. He had to admit, part of him wanted to smile, to go to her and be WITH her. She did seem at home there in his bed.

She shrugged and acted as if her presence in his room was the most natural thing in the world, even though she'd been warned to stay away from it and him. "Looking at the pictures and longing for the day that I don't have to buy clothes big enough for George Foreman to wear," she said, turning another page as she watched Colby go about his business and start to undress.

"Is there something wrong with your room?" He hung his jacket up so that the staff would pick it up for the cleaners, his button up shirt receiving the same treatment. He turned to face her in his t-shirt and slacks though his hands were busy riding himself of the pressed pants. He tossed them into the hamper along with his socks.

"I see no reason why you couldn't peruse moo-moos and canvas in the privacy of your own room. I thought I had made myself clear, Belle." Padding into the bathroom to brush his teeth, wash his face and fully prepare himself for bed, he kept the door open so he could hear her.

Belle just rolled her eyes at him as she listened to him voice his frustration with her determination not to follow his rules.

"Did you know that babies can hear from the womb?" she said, tossing the information out there like it were some trivial little factoid she'd just learned that day.

He emerged back into the bedroom, "Belle, I've had a long day. Please...just once, follow my rules." He motioned to the magazines, "Take your books and...just go back to you room." His brow was tense, as he tried a different approach to getting her to give him the space he needed.

"They say that, since they can hear from the womb, babies recognize their parents' voices right away after they're born," she continued, ignoring Colby's request for her to leave, to pack up her stuff and go to her own room and give him some privacy. She wasn't budging. In her mind, she belonged here and he was going to learn to get used to it. Better, he was going to want her here, in his bed, next to him as he slept.

"You think our baby will recognize your voice?" she asked, looking up at him with a pointed stare.

He dropped onto the bed after picking up some of the magazines and moving them to the trash, "Belle...I don't know if the baby will recognize my voice, but if you continue to disregard my requests, it's likely it will know my voice for no other reason than the fact that you..."

Was it really worth it? Talking to her was like talking to a brick wall, yet he continued to do it. They say that insanity is to do the same thing over and over, expecting a different reaction each time. "I'll go sleep in the guest room." He looked over at her and made no more to leave just yet.

Frowning when he unceremoniously tossed her magazines into the trash, Belle was about to snap at him when he suggested he go stay in the guest room. Instead, Belle reached out and grabbed his hand. "No," she said, her voice low and soft. "Stay. Please?"

He stared at her, his expression softening. It was kinda nice to come home to someone. He had missed that...missed knowing someone was there. His heart ached for a moment remembering the way it had felt to come home to Jessica. The way his heart had raced when he hurried home to her in the evenings. Even though he was late and sometimes missed dinner, every decision he'd made was for her. The way he pushed himself. He didn't want to fail, couldn't fail - he had to succeed so that Jessica would have been proud of him and not ashamed that she had married him.

His eyes stayed on Belle, even though his mind was years away. He remembered Jessica's pregnancy, the way her face had lit up when she told him and how they'd made love afterwards. Back when sex actually meant something...

He remembered how he couldn't keep his hands off of Jessica's impregnated stomach, the way she would put them there if he hesitated when they were together. Before that day...before the day that it all shattered. He didn't believe he'd ever finish mourning their lost son. He remembered the due date and remembered the date that his son had died.

Swallowing hard, he sort of smiled, "I hope she knows my voice."

Belle shifted to her other side and tilted her head to the side as she looked over at him. She saw his muscles loosen up suddenly, relax, and she took the opportunity to pull him closer and patted an empty spot on the mattress next to her. "Come closer," she asked.

Colby scooted slightly closer, but his mind was still not in this place. His hands twitched for some other kind of activity and while he appeared to be relaxing, his stomach was in knots.

Did he trust her to lay next to him while he slept? How could he? He knew full well what she was capable of, he couldn't risk it.

Belle reached out and took his hand in hers and pulled it toward her, placing his palm over her swollen stomach. She was pregnant with his child. Of that much she was certain. And she wasn't about to let him forget it. "Why are you so afraid of me?" she asked, covering his hand with her and holding it to her belly.

His hand on her stomach, his eyes slid closed and for a moment the baby that he could now feel moving inside her was one that died long ago. If he could have willed the turning back of time in that moment it would have happened. But no matter how much he wished it to be or how badly he ached to return to a place before he'd lost everything it wasn't going to happen.

He opened his eyes, his jaw tensed slightly before he spoke, "You are unfamiliar to me." He had answered her question in as vague of a manner as he could.

"No I'm not," she contradicted him. "You know exactly who I am, what I am. I'm what Jessica refused to be."

She removed her hand from his and brushed the back of it against his cheek. "I'm what you wanted, what you needed, her to be but wouldn't. What everyone else told you you shouldn't want but you did anyway, so you think it's wrong. You have to come up with reasons why you were with me, pretend you were just using me so you could be around me. I think the only reason you don't want me in your bed or in your house is because everyone's programmed you to think that someone like me isn't worth having feelings for. Because I'm just a whore to them, some skanky little bitch that will spread her legs for any man that crosses her path. I think you're afraid of me because you know I'm everything Jessica wouldn't be for you, and because you know all you have to do is ask and I'd be all yours."

He wanted to believe her. She was right when she said what it was he had wanted Jessica to be...no, not wanted - what he had NEEDED her to be. But just like everyone else, she'd turned her back on him. She'd betrayed him the same way he'd been betrayed countless times since the day he'd been born. His life, it seemed, was a long series of betrayals one after another.

True he had filed for divorce, but he'd tried to get Jessica to understand to wait and just to trust him. If she had only trusted him, her ignorant brother wouldn't have barged into his office and things wouldn't have gotten as ugly as they did. He pulled back slightly, "Like you were all Adam's?" He knew the question was a loaded question, but she hadn't been faithful to her own husband - what reassurance did he have that she'd remain faithful to him?

"Adam was my Jessica," she replied, trying to make him understand that what happened between she and Adam wasn't prologue to anything that might happen between her and Colby. "He wanted me to be something I wasn't, and he looked down on me for it. I needed him to be something he wouldn't, and he broke my heart."

Lowering her gaze to an empty spot on the mattress, she dropped her hand from his face and rolled over onto her back, wincing as the weight of the baby pressed against her internal organs, and smoothed her hands over her belly. "Besides, you didn't seem to mind that I was cheating on Adam when it was you I was cheating with. I don't think it's fair for you to throw that in my face like you were a completely innocent party. If you really thought infidelity was that heinous of a crime then you wouldn't have fucked another man's wife."

She paused, glancing at the door, and debated whether she should get up and go back to her room as Colby had asked.

"I'm not going to beg you to give me a chance, Colby," she said, shifting awkwardly in the bed in an attempt to get up. "I'm not ashamed of who I am...anymore than I'm ashamed of who you are. If you can't say the same for me then....well, then maybe I'm wasting my time. Maybe you're just as judgmental and cold as Jessica and everyone else."

Colby didn't know whether to help her get out of the bed or just let her continue with her turtle impression without his assistance. "I want some degree of normalcy when I come home. I want a wife that is mine and mine alone. I also want someone that understands when I have to work late..."

He lay on his pillow, "I also need someone who will treat our house staff like they are team members to be valued and not abused." He knew he was rattling off things that might sound trivial to her.

"Yeah, well, hearing them whisper about getting the old cow out of the house so your ex-wife can move back in doesn't exactly make a girl feel like being friendly to the 'team,'" Belle countered as she finally managed to get herself to her feet. "And I've never complained if you have to work late. Ever. I don't cook, so it's not like I'm going to slave away in the kitchen making a dinner you're going to miss. That's what the chef is for. And I already told you, if you want me all to yourself, all you have to do is ask. You just never did."

"I will speak with them. However, I can't say that I blame them. It isn't as though you've followed any of the restrictions I've put in place." He stood and walked to the end of the bed, "By disregarding my requests, you've put us all in danger, Belle." His eyes darkened slightly as he stared at her.

"Do you understand what I'm telling you? There are certain parameters that must be maintained," his hand moved to her swollen stomach and he closed the distance between them.

His lips found hers quickly before she could object, "You think you can make me a happy man, do you?" His tone was almost challenging, "You think you can be what I need ...?"

Her eyes closed and she stumbled toward him when he kissed her. Instinctively, she put her hands on his waist to steady herself and felt a rush of excitement sweep through her body as she felt his body beneath his t-shirt. Opening her eyes slowly when he ended the kiss, she looked up at him with a smoky-eyed gaze. "Only one way to find out from where I'm standing," she answered. Even if she'd said yes, Colby probably wouldn't believe her anyway. He'd even probably brush her off. She'd have to prove it to him. Just like he'd have to prove himself to her.

"There is only one way to find out," he motioned towards the bed a slight smirk on his lips. "Stay with me tonight, Belle," his eyes connected with hers and for the first time he saw their kindred spirits.

She bit down on her lower lip and glanced at the king-size bed and spot she'd occupied in it only a few moments ago and silently wondered if that spot would be hers, could be hers, or if this was just a one night thing. Looking a back at the man standing before her, she gave him a slow nod.

"Okay," she said, slipping her hands underneath his t-shirt to feel the bare skin of his waist on her palms. She was shocked by how warm he was, how heat seemed to radiate off of him like he were a bonfire just waiting to start burning out of control and consume everything around him.

Colby was gentle as he led her back to the side of the bed, she'd warmed up only minutes earlier. Feeling her hands up under his shirt, sent his blood coursing heavily through his veins. He allowed her to touch his skin and he had to admit being touched tonight was somehow different.
He helped her ease down onto the bed and pushed her back as he climbed in over her. His mouth on hers as he moved across her to his side of the bed. "Your hands have always made me tremble," he smiled softly against her lips.

Frowning when her hands slipped out from under his shirt and the kiss was ended as he moved to his side of the large bed, Belle rolled over onto her side to face him, tucking her hand underneath the two pillows that cradled her head. She stared at him for several lingering moments, a hint of a smile on her lips. She didn't speak, didn't move closer to him, she just looked at him. He still had the face of a man just out of his teens but his eyes seemed older, wiser, and more experienced than the features that surrounded them. His lips, surrounding a mouth that had once devoured her, seemed so soft and tender. Her body remembered the way the felt against her skin when he'd kissed, the sharpness of his teeth as they nipped at her, and her smile widened.

You couldn't fake that kind of passion. You could try to pass it off as simple lust, but she knew better. She'd married Adam, a man she'd been pining over for years, and yet she still couldn't quit Colby. Colby, it seemed, didn't look kindly on infidelity. Yet he'd carried on an affair with her, another man's wife, anyway. There was no way that was merely lust. Maybe it just took having Colby's baby for her to realize it.

Colby rolled onto his side facing her, his arm tucked under his head, but his eyes focused on her. "What are you thinking?" he didn't care how late it was or that he had meetings in the morning. He'd cancel them if he had to. Right now all that mattered was that the mother of his child - he was convinced the baby she was carrying was his - was laying next to him.

God, what he wouldn't give to devour her now. But he'd wait...wait until she could handle him. He assumed her pregnancy would hinder their movements.

"About how stupid Jessica is," she said, letting out a deep breath.

Colby raised a brow. "How is it that you have com to that conclusion?" His hand moved to slide up under her PJ top so he could rest his hand on her bare skin while they talked.

"She let you go, didn't she?" Belle replied, matching his raised brow with one of her own. The warmth of his touch sent a chill down her spine and goose bumps dotted her skin.

He smiled at her. "I bet you say that to all the boys," a light chuckle escaped his lips as he gazed at her. His hand moved slowly along her swollen stomach.

"Only the ones that stuck around," she answered with a smile. Considering that number currently stood at zero, Colby didn't have much for company in that respect. Pressing her index finger to his lips, she traced his mouth with a delicate touch. "Make love to me?" she asked. She felt as big as house and she wanted--needed--to feel beautiful, to feel sexy and desirable. Not to any man, but to him.

Colby nodded even though this was not a place he'd ever been before, "I want to make love to you..." he moved closer to her. "Show me," he was so close to her now that the warmth from his body warmed hers in return.

"Well," she said, trailing her finger from his mouth down his chin and to the middle of his t-shirt-covered chest. "first, help me get undressed."

He shifted, more on top of her than he had been, undoing the small fastener for her top before he pulled it off over her head. He removed his own shirt quickly afterward. His hands moved over her soft, warm skin as his lips caressed hers. He was careful now, there was a baby to worry about and he didn't want to injure the baby while they made love.

Once they were both naked, Belle shifted on the bed with awkward movements until she was on her opposite side, facing away from Colby. She'd been pregnant before, she knew how this worked. "Come closer," she said over her bare shoulder, "put your arm around me."

Following her instructions, Colby scooted closer to her, his naked strong body against hers. His arm around her letting her guide his hand so that he was in position the way he should be. His lips caressed her ear, "I don't want to hurt you..." the words were really deeper meaning than just the physical references.

"Then don't," she answered, guiding his hand to her enlarged breast. If there were any perks to being pregnant, the boobs were it. She was bent slight at the waist and rubbed her naked ass against him, turning her face upward to meet his lips with her own. "Make love to me," she said again.

He kissed her and slowly moved between her legs. It felt awkward at first but as soon as he found her warm wetness, he thrust into her. It didn't matter how pregnant she was, she still felt good. Besides it was his baby and he was learning there was nothing sexier than a woman belly swollen with your child. He moaned against her neck, his back arching and bowing as he made slow love to her. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to get enough range of motion to cum but he was pretty damn sure she'd take care of it if not.

She moaned into his mouth as he nudged his way inside of her, filling her slowly. Breaking the kiss, her head fell back onto the pillow but she continued to look up toward the ceiling, her mouth agape as she let out sharp moans of pleasure each time he pushed inside of her. "Make love to me," she breathily muttered over and over again, her hand moving back to rest on his hip, encouraging Colby's every move.

He followed her lead on his pace, lifting himself up so that he was more on top of her and the sensation to his hard shaft increased. He moved purposefully now, determined to make her feel good. His lips brushed against her neck, her face and sometimes capturing her lips. The kisses were baited and he groaned with her as he carefully moved her leg upward to give him more room to move. "Belle...mmmm....you feel so good."

"Oh, god, Colby," she begged, squeezing the flesh on the side of his ass with her fingers, "harder." She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts, trying to make them as sudden and as powerful as she could despite being seven months pregnant. "Fuck me, baby."

Colby almost whimpered when she requested that he fuck her. He didn't want to hurt anything. His hand moved down between her legs to stimulate her from the front as well. His ass pumped as much as the angle he was at would allow it.

"Oh, God, oh, yes, oh yes," Belle cried out. Between his fingers teasing her and his cock barreling into her, Belle couldn't take it anymore. Her body revolted against her as the overload of sensations sparked an orgasm that swept through her body, setting every nerve ending on fire. Her breath hitched her throat as she came, her body tightening around him as he continued to move inside of her, riding her orgasm, and triggering a second with her lowered threshhold. Her whole body was suddenly sensitive to every one of his touches. Her mind numbed and everything around her became blurry, everything except him. All she could see was his face, his beautiful, gorgeous face, looking down at her.

He smiled when he realized she was cumming amazed that it came as soon as it did, but happy nonetheless. He loved how vocal she was when he was inside her. The way she pushed back against him, as if wanting much more of him inside her instensified his own need to release. The increased tightness of her orgasm as her body attempted to milk him of his seed was exactly what he needed to start the chain reaction. His hands moved to grip the headboard, but his ass continued his rhythmic pumping. He braced himself over her, holding his weight on the headboard as his fiery seed erupted from his body.

She whimpered as she felt his release inside of her. Gripping the side of his hip, tightly, she held him to her, refusing to let him go as he came and his orgasm seized control of his body.

. His body shook in hard to control motions as he emptied himself into her. When the explosions were over he collapsed onto the bed behind her, his arms moving to wrap around her, "My god...Belle..."

She smiled as he fell into bed behind her and pulled his arm tighter around her body. Craning her neck, she peppered his salty cheek with kisses. "Think I can make you happy?" she asked, posing to him the question he'd asked her earlier.

"There's only one way to find out," he snuggled up behind her, holding her close to him as he allowed his body to relax.