Colun's Passion (Alien Mates Book Four 4) (3 page)

“I just remembered something both Paige and Aviana said. They believe no woman should make snap judgments about what she could and couldn’t wear until she tried it on.

“Is that your wife and daughter?”

“I wasn’t fortunate to have a wife.” He tripped over the word when he wanted to say mate. “I also didn’t have any children, but I had the opportunity to raise a few males. Paige and Aviana are their mates.”

She nodded knowing the term mate meant wife although she rarely heard anyone use it outside of books.

“That’s why I think you should try on those shoes.” He crooked his arm for her and waited until she placed her hand on it before walking into the shoe store.

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Earth to Sara, please come in for a landing. What the heck was she doing walking into a store with a male she didn’t know? A male who caught her tear, she reminded herself. If Annie could see her now she would be having a fit. What if he was a…a serial killer…a rapist…someone out to steal her life’s saving. Run now, she screamed at herself. Instead, she took a seat on the bench in the store and waited for one of the sales people to come over to help her.

“I’d like to see this shoe in a size eight.” She held the high heeled sandal up to the saleswoman.

The woman looked at her hair then dropped her eyes to her face before taking in her body.

“If you’re sure?”

“She’s sure.”

Colun’s voice interrupted the stare down that was about to happen with the saleslady. Sara knew what she was telling her with no words. Lady, you're old; we have some other shoes in the corner that will hide your feet and make sure you don’t fall or break an ankle. Was she saying this because of Sara’s age? Not really, the woman simply subscribed to the worldview that somehow the older you were, the less likely you were able to be sexy. Unless of course, you were an actress. They were able to get old and still be sexy and wear their heels.

Turning her head, she threw Colun a smile while the saleswoman went to retrieve the shoes.

“Do you see any others you like?”

“Lots of them, but the heels are the only ones I want to try on today.”

“Is that why you came to the mall to buy shoes?”

“That was part of it.” How could she tell him she was tired of hiding from the world in her house? She might be older, but she wasn’t dead. She still had life in her and wanted to enjoy it before the time came when she would have to leave this plane forever.

“Here you go, ma’am.”

The saleswoman handed her the box before walking away. Sara looked at the size eight on the box remembering a time when all she wanted to do was wear a six or a seven. To be feminine meant to have little feet. Now it didn’t matter much, like her age. She would always be a female no matter the size of her feet or the age of her body.

She slid on the little socks from the store before taking the shoes out of the box. They were gorgeous. They were only about three-inch heels. Really that wasn’t a big deal, but the colors seemed to twist and turn making them look almost magical. Bending over she put them on, and stood taking her time to get her balance. It had been a while since she wore a heel. Annie’s wedding was the last time. After that, she retired heels and went with flats…because she was getting old. She gave a nice laugh, already that thinking was receding, and she was beginning to feel younger.

Taking a deep breath, she walked up the aisle when she turned to come back she caught the appreciation in Colun’s eyes. Oh hell yeah, she was buying these shoes even if she never saw him again.

Sitting down she took the shoes off, before putting on the sandals she just bought.

“Are you going to get them?” His voice was quiet not giving away what he was thinking.

“Yes, I like them.”

“Put them on again.” His eyes met hers as he waited for her to make up her mind.

With a nod, she did as he asked leaving off the little socks this time. He stood and held out his hand to her. With a deceptive strength, he helped her up and walked her to a floor length mirror. She stood there looking at herself until he walked behind her and laid a hand on her waist.

They looked good together as if they were meant to be. Colun stood taller than she did but with the heels on she went from being five-five to five-eight. Her head was at his chest, and the smile on his face said he noticed it. All she had to do was lean back to be comfortable in his arms.

“You look good.”

It was official; she couldn’t help it. His voice had been making the lips to her honey pot twitch since she first heard it. This time, she twisted as a small spark of pleasure hit her down south, a voice never did that to her before. She leaned against him as her legs got rubbery and she tried to breathe out her mouth without making little sounds in her throat.

She failed epically if the indrawn breath and the thickening of his cock meant anything. It was long and hard, and she should know because her rear was up against it. Did she just wiggle so she could get a better feel of him? Yeah, she did and the indrawn breath along with the way his hand gripped her waist said he liked it.

She was going to burn; this was blatant hussy behavior. Darn it! It had been so long since she had seen any action that she couldn’t help herself. She was sure she could help herself, but why should she?

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, she stuck out her tongue to moisten her lower lip. A small growl reached her ears. There was no doubt she imagined it, but so help her she wanted to stay in this fantasy forever.

“I think I should take these off so I can buy them.” He backed away and led her back to the bench.

She was calling herself all kinds of names, at the top of her list was coward. She knew if she stared at Colun one more minute in that mirror she was going to turn around, fuse her lips against his, and sick her Tiger Lily on him.

Tiger Lily, she laughed at the old name she used to call her vagina. The girls in school…the ones she never fit in with…had taken to calling their vagina’s kitty kats. They thought it was cool and one day they started messing with her telling her that her kitty kat would never see any action.

Without a thought, she replied mine is Tiger Lily and warn your boyfriends because she bites.

Well, that got around the school and once again she’d been called scandalous as well as several other words that weren’t nice to repeat in polite society. Jim had been surprised that she was the virgin she said she was when they got married. Funny how that had made the rounds also.

She ignored the saleslady as she paid for the shoes. Her mind wrestled with a much bigger question. How was she going to make herself feel as good as Colun’s voice made her feel? Getting herself off wasn’t like it used to be in the beginning. Most nights she wondered why bother.

“Ready?” He was looking at her like he hit the lottery. She didn’t know why but she was enjoying the feelings she was getting from him.

“I’m ready.” They walked out the store together and she tried to find the right words to say goodbye.

“Are you hungry?” He looked at her making her body heat up once again.

“Starving.”

“Let’s find the food court.” He placed his hand on her elbow as he took her bag and carried it for her.

“Have you ever tried Houlihan’s?” She stopped in front of a restaurant where she always wanted to eat, but something always warned her away. Today she was going to do all the things she never did.

“No, why don’t we give it a try?” He gave a smile of approval as they walked in through the door.

She couldn’t wait to spend some time alone with him. True, the restaurant wasn’t exactly alone time but if they could get a booth, well it would be more than she had in a long time.

“Grandpa Colun,” a young voice screamed making all the patrons in the restaurant look at her, then at Colun. Not that she was the only one; a young boy also screamed not to be outdone by the little girl next to him.

Sara turned to look at him to see his cheeks covered in a red stain. He looked so cute she couldn’t help smiling.

“I take it you know them.”

“Remember I mentioned having a hand in raising some males.”

She nodded trying to hold the smile at bay.

“Seems they decided to spawn.”

That was it; she laughed so hard she got a stitch in her side.

It had taken a few minutes before she was able to gather her control again. “I take it we will not have a private booth.”

“Doesn’t look that way.” The look he threw her asked her to be ok with it.

How could she be anything else? Giving him a sassy smile, she followed him to the long table that obviously held his family.

“Dad, we were worried about you,” Gabe said with a sad little smile. The one he was using to hide his laughter.

“We were. I just took out my phone to call you.” Victor held up his phone like it was a real thing when all he had to do was reach out mentally if he thought there was a problem.

“Dad, I was sooo worried.” Aviana got up and threw herself into his arms while Paige hurried to do the same thing.

He lifted his head and met each of the male gazes with one of his own. They would all pay for this.

Sara gently cleared her throat calling attention to herself. Colun shook his head very aware of the fact they all knew she was there.

“Everyone, this is Sara. We thought we would come in here to get lunch.”

“So nice to meet you, Sara. This sexy male is Victor, my mate. Vick is our son, and I am Selma.” She reached out and gave Sara quick hug.”

“I’m Paige, and this is my mate, Cal.”

“I’m Aviana, and this is Rylan. The beautiful young lady sitting here is Mckayla. She’s our daughter.”

“I’m Gabe, as you can see Rylan is my identical twin, and this is Taya, my mate.”

“It’s nice to meet all of you. I don’t want to interrupt your family lunch. Colun it was…”

“Nonsense,” Selma said quickly. “We would love for you to join us. That is if both you and Colun are in agreement.”

Sara glanced at him and caught the nod of his head.

“Thank you, I would like to stay for lunch.” Colun slid her chair out and pushed it in when she sat. The chair glided seamlessly against the floor making Sara think about the muscles in his arms. She felt her lily respond to the thoughts. She decided to drop the name Tiger because there was a lot she wanted to do with that male but bite him with her hoo-ha wasn’t one of them. Her teeth on his nipple as she sucked and worked his long, thick hard…stop it, woman, there are kids around, and she didn’t mean the ones under ten.

Selma threw her a smile like she could read her mind and she took a hasty sip of water the waitress brought for her. Everyone turned to their menus giving her a chance to get her thoughts back in order.

Mckayla stared at her as if she was unraveling some great mystery.

“Do you like my Grandpa Colun?”

Sara canted her head to the side to look at Mckayla. She was a beautiful young girl, but there was more to her than that. For one so young, a wisdom hung over her. She wanted to shake her head like it didn’t exist but it did. Sara raised a child of her own, and she could see that this child was far older than her years.

Taking a moment, she glanced at Colun, who was now looking at her waiting for her answer much like Mckayla was.

“I definitely like your Grandpa Colun.” Turning her head, she gave Mckayla a small wink and a smile like they now shared a secret.

Mckayla’s pupils expanded as she looked Sara over from head to toe. Sara felt as if her life were laid bare for the briefest of seconds.

“You're good, really good,” Mckayla said, making a judgment. “Grandpa Colun did good,” she proclaimed it like she was a princess. Then she sat and tried to wheedle her parents into letting her have dessert first.

Sara looked around the table; the last time she ate with such a large family gathering was before her mom died. That was several years ago. A feeling of sadness came over her before she shook it off. Her mother had lived well over a hundred years and according to her, Sara would live much longer. Heck, at the rate she was going, maybe she was only at the halfway point in her life.

Selma’s soft laughter brought her out of her thoughts. She winked at Sara before asking if she knew what she wanted to eat.

Rylan told Mckayla in a firm voice that she had to eat lunch first. She gave an adorable pout before looking at the kid’s menu. Vick eyed his father and looked at the menu with Mckayla. Colun, who ended up at the head of the table, looked them all over with pride on his face.

Sara smiled. They were family, and she felt blessed to be able to spend time with them.

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“I may never eat again!” Sara rubbed her stomach as Colun walked her out of the mall in the direction of her car.

“You didn’t eat that much.”

“Are you kidding me? That was like a whole day of food in one sitting.”

“You need to eat more. You’re already too thin.”

She wanted to laugh at the look on Colun’s face as he realized that he shouldn’t be talking about her weight. She would have laughed if she weren’t too busy dealing with what he said.

“You think I’m too thin?” she frowned, thinking she hadn’t heard him right.

She was never thin enough for her ex. It didn’t matter that she gave up meat to become a vegetarian for him. Jim hadn’t cared that there was a time when the bones of her ribs were almost sticking through her skin. She wasn’t thin enough, pretty enough. Her rear never looked like he wanted. No matter what she tried, nothing about her appealed to him. That’s why he had to have sex with other women. If only she had the right body type, then he would want her too.

“Please forgive me. You’re perfect and I need my head examined.”

“You think I’m too thin.” She was caught somewhere between being so hurt she never wanted to see him again and agreeing with him.

Yeah, she was carrying an additional thirty pounds. It made her look like a fat goldfish in her opinion. That’s not how her doctor felt. She encouraged Sara to eat. Had even told her that she was too thin for her frame. Those words hurt; she wavered between wrath and tears at that point. Her ex had done a bang up job on her self-esteem. Even after they divorced, she was afraid to step on the scale for fear of it reading one hundred pounds or more. Now it did, and she refused to look at the scale ever. She wasn’t stupid; all she had to do was look at her wrist to know she was still underweight.