37. Colt
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
colt
“ Fuck… fuck.”
It was six in the fucking morning. My eyes flew open and I stared at the ceiling as my head cleared.
Whimpers and grunts echoed from the living room. I scowled, wondering what the fuck Sammy was doing. I knew it was Sammy. I knew what he sounded like when he said fuck.
I raised my head, staring at the door.
I’d gotten into the habit of leaving it open since Sammy had temporarily moved in. I was kind of hoping he’d stay permanently.
It had been four days since Sarah had broken things off with us. I’d mostly been in bed, completely miserable and only leaving when necessary or when Sammy made me get up to eat. Everything was so damn upside down now, I didn’t know what to do.
The other night we’d all been together, I’d been so damn sure that everything was going to be perfect. I loved her. I loved him. I loved being together. I wanted to build a life together.
“ Goddamn. ”
“What the fuck,” I mumbled. Was he jacking off on my couch?
I got out of bed quietly and snuck down the hall. The moans grew louder.
“ Fuuuuuck ,” Sammy grunted.
I rounded the corner quietly and paused.
Sammy’s ass faced me in tight silver gym shorts, a workout shirt clinging to his back muscles as he moved his thigh out over a foam roller. He moved it back and forth over the floor, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat.
I hadn’t been in the mood for sex. We’d cuddled and kissed and had watched movies, but we’d yet to have sex again.
But at the moment, that was all I could think about. Fuck, he looked good when he was sweaty and moaning like that…
The view went straight to my cock.
I crossed my arms and cleared my throat.
He rolled over onto his ass in surprise, looking up at me. His eyes then drifted to the outline of my erection in my boxers.
“Did I wake you?” he rasped.
“You did,” I said. “What the hell are you doing rolling your thighs this early?”
“I went for a run.” He licked his lips and got to his knees. His hair was slicked back with sweat and he was dirty. Somehow, that only turned me on more. “I want you.”
“I want you too,” I whispered. “I’m sorry I’ve been…”
“No, don’t be sorry. We’re both brokenhearted, Colt. I miss her just as much as you do and it feels weird trying to stay out of her way. Not that I’ve done a good job.”
I hadn’t either. We’d both been texting Cam, trying to sneak updates and check in on Sarah without crowding her. I’d texted her once to let her know I was thinking about her and was left on read.
The thing was, we’d been stalking her. Well-meaning stalking, of course. There hadn’t been a day where one of us hadn’t sat across the street from the cafe, keeping an eye on everything while she worked. Neither one of us wanted something bad to happen to her again.
Bud and everyone in the police department had been trying to hunt down the man that had attacked her. David was still missing, though, which made me nervous.
My thoughts kept spinning in circles. Sarah, the pain and destruction Thomas had caused, the danger, the fact that I’d fucked up and lost her again.
“Colt.” Sammy’s voice was a soft, pleading whisper breaking through the panic. “Come here, baby.”
His voice was so gentle and sweet and I needed him right now.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, crossing the living room to him. I couldn’t stop the tears that threatened to fall and he reached up, pulling me down into a kiss as he thumbed them away. “What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to be there for each other. Because I’m not leaving you, Colt. And I don’t think we’ve really lost her either.”
I wasn’t sure. I tried to grasp the moment through, forcing a smile. “Not used to you getting on your knees.”
Sammy snorted and reached for my hips, yanking me close. I grunted as he peeled my boxers down, my cock springing free. Even with the despair I knew we both felt, I was so fucking hard. Knowing he wasn’t jacking off was kind of funny now, but regardless—hearing him huff and moan turned me on.
He wrapped his long fingers around the base of my cock, stroking me slowly. “Sorry to wake you from your slumber, princess.”
“You’re the princess— fuck . ”
He took my cock in his mouth and damn near sucked my soul out of my body. I gripped his head, bucking my hips as pleasure shot through me. His stormy blue eyes held mine as he took me deeper, never leaving me.
I thrust harder, hitting the back of his throat. He grunted, his hands sliding to my hips, fingertips indenting my ass.
“Damn, Sammy.”
All I could think about was taking his mouth, the way he bobbed his head, and the way every part of me needed him right now.
I tipped my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as he kept dragging me toward the edge. His mouth was hot and silky, his tongue working my shaft between sucks. He cupped my balls and a long moan left me as he played with them, teasing me.
Right as I was about to come, he pulled back. Everything stopped and I looked down at him, eyes wide.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “I want you to come inside me.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. I held out my hand and pulled him to standing, the two of us kissing madly as we backed our way down the hall to my bed.
In a rare show of dominance toward him, I shoved him onto the blankets. He rolled over onto all fours as I grabbed the lube, kneeling behind him and quickly prepping us both.
We needed reconnection. That need hit me hard as I kissed down his back, savoring the salty taste of his skin?—
“Fuck me,” he growled. “Fuck me raw, Colt. I need you.”
Okay, maybe we’d savor each other later.
I pressed the head of my cock against him and was shocked as he pushed his hips back, taking me. Fuck, he was tight. I gripped his hips, a grunt leaving me as I forced him to be still.
“Fucking hold still,” I rasped. “Hold on, Sammy.”
He stretched his arms out, his back muscles rippling as he buried his face into a pillow, stifling the sounds he made. I closed my eyes as he adjusted around me.
Something primal and needy rose up, clawing its way to the surface. I raked my nails over his back as he groaned. My hips had a mind of their own. I thrust hard, filling him with the rest of my cock.
A muffled curse left him, but I wanted to know what he was saying. I wanted to hear every moan and growl crystal clear. I worked my fingers into his short dark hair and yanked his head up, dragging my hips back before pumping into him again.
Fuck. The rhythm was rough and frenzied. I squeezed my eyes shut, my cock sliding in and out of him. He was taking every inch, pleasure mounting with each thrust.
I realized I wanted to look into his eyes as I came inside him. I pulled out, rolling him onto his back and pushing his thighs back. His cock was so fucking hard, his hand immediately closing around his shaft and stroking as I thrust back into him.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned.
I leaned down, kissing him hard, my tongue tangling with his. I couldn't get enough of him. He cupped my face gently, his touch a drastic contradiction to the way I was breeding his hot hole.
“I’m going to come,” he rasped.
Hot jets of cum shot from his cock onto our stomachs. Watching him orgasm sent me over the edge, and I filled him as our voices echoing through the bedroom.
I panted as I leaned against him. I pressed my forehead to his chest, feeling his breaths. He ran his hands up my sides, stroking me gently.
“I love you,” he whispered.
My gaze snapped up. I met his stormy blue eyes, getting lost at sea within them. “I love you,” I whispered back.
He stroked my face, his hand holding my cheek. I closed my eyes, the intimacy and connection grounding me.
Both of our hearts hurt right now, but we had each other.
“I still believe she’ll come back,” Sammy whispered. “We love her. And I feel like she loves us. But she’s been through so much that I think it’s hard for her to accept that love.”
“I want her to be with us,” I said. “But if she doesn’t change her mind, I want us to be together. I want you with me. I don’t want you to move back out of the house.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than,” I said. “Although… I’d thought that maybe if Sarah was with us, we’d build a house. I own the land here, I bought it from Cam a long time ago. There’s enough space… I’m just being stupid now.”
“No you’re not,” he snorted. He stole another kiss. “I like this idea. I wonder how expensive it is to build a house.”
“Expensive. But we’d have it forever.”
His face softened. “We would.”
A mischievous smile spread across my lips. “Maybe I should start a cooking channel, huh?”
“I mean, or you could help me make more content. You’ve got good hands.”
“Oh do I?”
“Mmhmm. Maybe I could try them out in the shower first.”
I raised a brow. “How do you want to test them out?”
“Well, I think it would only be wise to know what they feel like touching me.”
“Right? God forbid I stroke a cucumber wrong. You have to make sure I do it right.”
The two of us burst out laughing. I slowly eased out of him and we rolled out of bed, heading straight for the shower.
My heart was a little bit lighter now.