The wind blows against my face painfully, the snow pelting against my cheeks. I could careless, though, I'm too focused on making it to Colten's house to pay any mind about anything else.

My clothes collect the fluffy ice flurries, making me colder than I already am, but honestly, I don't care if I get pneumonia from this. My love for Colten is more than a minor illness - it's not really that minor - so I keep running. I work my legs until I can't any more, not until I feel as if my heart will fall out of my chest and my legs feel like they may just fall off.

Colten's house isn't far from my house, only about a block, yet it feels like a lifetime before I'm standing at his front door; knocking.

"Why didn't you text me?" Are the first words Colten utters as he pulls me into the house, bringing me to his chest. "You could've gotten sick."

I bury my face in his shirt, inhaling his familiar scent. It immediately calms me, my eyes closing and arms clinging around his warm body.

"I couldn't risk Jackson finding out," I tell him.

"Still." I know he will never understand my logic completely, but I'm just glad I'm here. And by the way Colten's arms pull me tighter to him, I can tell he is too.

Colten dresses me in one of his t-shirts that reaches to my knees, before pulling me into bed with him. The tv plays in the background, but were to wound up into each other to care.

My cheek is pressed to Colten's chest while his arms wrap tightly around my waist. Our legs intertwine together, our bodies almost one.

"I won't let him take me from you," I finally whisper after thirty minutes of complete silence. "I don't care if that means him and I never talking again."

"Nikki," he sighs. "Hopefully, it won't come to that."

I tilt my head up, analyzing his facial expression, though, I don't get much. "You know how stubborn he is. We won't be leaving this without a fight-"

"I know, I know," he sounds irritated. "But if it comes to you and him never speaking again, I won't have that happen."

"Colten-"

"No," he states sternly. I sit up, feeling embarrassed and one sided.

"You said you loved me," I say brokenly.

"I do," he sits up also, our faces leveled. "That doesn't mean I'll let myself come between your guys's relationship in that way."

My mouth falls open in agape as I listen to what he has to say. I feel completely at loss for words. It feels like I'm the only one willing to even fight for us, at least to all depths.

"Then why even keep going?" I scoff.

"What are you talking about?" He angrily asks, seeming confused as well.

"If you won't fight until the very ends of the earth why the hell am I here?"

This seems to make him realize what's really going on.

"Baby, come here." I want to reject his offer, but the beckoning look in his eyes makes me crawl over to his lap. My eyes search his expectantly and a little fearful. "I love you. I need you. I'd do anything for you, but when it comes to your brother and you - it's not an option.

"You guys have been best friends since you were born and you don't have any family left. I'll be damned if I ever let you guys split apart. Even if it means I have to let you go. You have to trust me, okay?"

If it wasn't for the true sincerity in his eyes, I don't think I would have agreed. But my head is nodding in a silent agreement before my brain functions properly.

I love him, God, do I love him. He's this amazing selfless guy and this shows just how much. He's willing to let me go if that means Jackson and I's relationship stays in tact. I don't know many guys that would do that for me. And although I feel a little alone in my fight for him, I understand where he's coming from. If, in fact, this happens, I'll trust him enough to let him go. I do trust him.

"Don't ever doubt my love for you," he demands, going back to my previous argument. "Ever."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck feeling slightly foolish for the way I acted. Those words I said specifically. "I don't know why I said that."

"It's okay," he brushes his nose against mine, making me smile at the gesture. "You're mine."

"And you're mine," I bite my lip, my insides turning with excitement when his eyes glue to that lip.

"Mm," he hums, leaning closer. "I love when you say that."

I giggle like a little school girl finding a hot boy cute. He's definitely a hot boy.

"I love you." This makes him slowly press his lips to mine, moaning dramatically making me giggle even more. "Stop. You're ruining the moment."

"What moment?" He asks innocently making me slap his shoulder lightly.

"Colten," I whine.

"Okay, okay," he smirks, finally, yet roughly closing his lips around mine.

This is definitely what I need after this horribly long day. I want to lose myself in Colten, I want to forget for a few hours and he's doing just that by talking to me.

Colten places his hand on my lower back, pressing slightly which makes my body mold to his. We're a tangle of hot mouths and moving bodies. I can feel his desire generate through his lips and crotch.

"God..." My head leans back, needing air. Colten doesn't mind as he lets his mouth wander down my neck and throat. Occasionally, a slightly painful sucking procedure is done, but other than that my adrenaline spikes higher and higher.

Groans of approval and lust vibrate through Colten as my shirt is not so gently stripped from my body. My plain cotton bra and panty set are revealed to Colten making me blush when I realize I didn't put anything sexy on.

I didn't exactly plan on coming over here after my shower, so I decided to put on comfortable clothing - inner wear as well - and this is what it turned out to be.

"Well, fuck," Colten rasps, licking his lips as he eyes my chest tastefully.

"I didn't know I was coming over here," I shy away.

"If you're apologizing," he looks up at me through hooded eyes. "Don't. I find this extremely sexy."

Liar.

Instead of denying his words, I start pulling his shirt off as well. Once that's chucked across the room, the rest of our clothing is stripped shortly after.

"I love you so much," Colten says between kisses as he tries to slide on the condom while necking me.

"Uh...I love you," I pant, a relieved sigh passing my lips as Colten lowers me on to his huge shaft. "Mm..."

It feels so wrong yet so right despite everything that's happened today. My life has completed been turned upside down and yet here I am fucking the guy I'm supposed to be forbidden from. Nice, Nikki, nice.

"Christ, Nikki," Colten groans, aiding in my bounces on his length. I've never exactly ridden a guy before.

"Colten..." I moan, throwing my head back as the feeling completely consumes me.

It's so much deeper this way.

"You like this position don't you, baby," he grunts, his hips lifting to mine. "You love riding me."

I can only moan, my climax coming faster than I could've imagined. Colten seems on the same boat as me as curses fall from his lips like a sailor. With one last cry of his name, I'm finally pushed over the edge, Colten following suit as his hips jerk upwards to finish his orgåsm.

"Fucking hell," Colten curses, pants falling from his lips.

Gosh I'm tired.

•••

"I know she's fucking here, Colten!"

My eyes burn as they open to the sound of shouting. And I don't know about you, but I always feel like everything is louder when you wake up so it may not be yelling.

"I don't care."

Deciding myself that I'm not going to be getting anymore sleep, I slip on my bra and panties along with Colten's shirt before following the voice.

My mind is still groggily from sleep or I probably wouldn't have came down here if I knew who the voices were coming from.

"You don't care?" My brother scoffs. My eyes widen in shock. Oh shit. Oh shit.

"No I don't," Colten leans against the door frame. "Hence why I said that."

"If you don't fucking get out of my way I'll break your nose." Here we go again.

"What the hell, Jackson?" I'm stupid. My brother head snaps to me lightening fast, his eye practically twitching when he takes in my appearance.

"Is-is that is fucking shirt?" I forgot about that.

"That doesn't matter," I change the subject somewhat bravely. "What are you doing here?"

"Are you insane?" He asks, shoving past Colten who stands slightly in front of me.

"No." Yes.

"In here because I walked into your room this morning to see how you were and you fucking weren't there!" He yells, looking angrier than ever. "I was worried out of my mind and after a few phone calls I realized how stupid I was for not thinking of this place earlier. But look at that, I was right! You were here."

I have nothing to say.

"Well, you found me so..." I trail off. I am not in the mood for this today. At all.

"So we're going home," he snaps.

"Get out," Colten steps closer to Jackson threateningly. Even after what he said last night he's still disobeying my brothers orders of taking me home.

"I don't think you want to do that," Jackson growls, the boys sizing each other up.

"Guys," I try to catch their attention.

"You need to leave," Colten says again. "It's obvious you're not in total control of your anger and sending Nikki home with you wouldn't be a good idea."

I nearly burst out laughing at the shocked yet angry look on my brothers face. He is at loss for words, I can tell that much.

"I'm not leaving without her," Jackson stands his ground.

"I guess you'll have to go through me then." Whoa.

"Trust me," Jackson cracks his knuckles. "That won't be too hard."

"Guys stop," I finally jump in, standing between the two boys.

"I think you should back off, Mathews-"

"Jackson, seriously stop!" I yell at him.

"I don't think you understand what you're doing, Nikki," my brother stares down at me. "He doesn't love you. He never has and he never will. He fucks girls, that's all."

"You don't know our situation at all," I glare at him. "He does love me."

"No, Nikki," he smiles mockingly at me. "He doesn't and once he finally shows his true colors you'll be left with nothing, but a broken heart and stolen virginity."

My palm smacks against his cheek. Hard.

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