Whit
It’s been a few days since Alex first asked about taking Jonas to the fall fair, and because this is evidently the one thing he seriously wants to follow through with, he’s been relentless.
This morning things came to a head when I had to break the news that Jonas wants to go with his new friend: the boy he met at the Wells Ranch party.
I spent my coffee break yelling at Alex on the phone, and I’ve been ignoring text message after text message since I hung up.
So when I hear the slam of Colt’s truck door in my driveway, I log off and push my desk chair back with so much intensity it nearly tips.
I pass Betty on the stairs, her tail preemptively wagging as she beelines to Jonas’s room.
He’s been back at school for a couple days, but she needs to see for herself that he isn’t here.
When I round the corner, Colt’s kicking his boots off. He smiles at me, plucking his cowboy hat from his head and tossing it onto the bench. I slide my hands across the prickly scruff on his jaw and kiss him. Hard. I needed this. Needed him.
His tongue invades my mouth, pulling a moan from deep in my chest as he walks me backward.
His hand grips the back of my skull, protecting my head even when the rest of my body hits the wall with a dull thud.
With a rough inhale, Colt devours my kiss, hands moving to grip my breasts through my button-down blouse.
The movement tugs at my top, untucks it from the waistband of my trousers, giving permission for Colt to reach underneath and skim his fingers over my bare stomach.
He grips my waist, pulling my pelvis to meet his.
We communicate in lips and hips and sinful whimpers that echo in the empty house. No interruption in our kissing, even as he rips open the buttons of my blouse and grinds his hard bulge against the place sobbing for his touch.
His mouth leaves mine to trail down my neck, and I shimmy out of what’s left of my shirt, biting down on my lip at the feel of his fingers sliding around my back to unclasp my bra.
The air between us is hot and thick, and I can’t think well enough to form words when he’s sucking my nipple into his mouth before my bra has hit the floor.
He suckles and licks and nips at my tits, and I rake my nails down his back, wishing they were sharp enough to tear this shirt to pieces to feel his naked body on mine.
None of this is close enough. I want to be under his skin, fully encompassed in Colt, taken out of this world, forever lost in this moment.
I’m unable to form words. Only uneven humming leaves my lungs.
Seeming to read my mind, he breaks contact for barely long enough to yank his T-shirt overhead, then he’s right back to stealing my breath. His lips part, letting me taste him—consume him.
Every shred of fabric, every wisp of air is too much between us.
My pants and underwear skate down my thighs, a trail of goosebumps cropping up in their wake.
Colt’s aren’t far behind, leaving his hard cock between us.
A small bead of moisture formed along his slit tightens something in my core—a too-tight guitar string dangerously plucked with every twitch and jerk of his erection.
I bury my mouth in the crook of his neck, hand cutting through the space to stroke him.
He groans—gravelly and pained. Then he’s settling his hands along the backs of my thighs.
For no more than a heartbeat, his fingertips massage the tight muscle before he hoists me into his arms, dragging my back up the wall.
I moan, all achy heat and deep-seated yearning. My thighs instinctively wrap around his hips, the space between them cadenced with throbs of desire. I rock against his bare cock, silently begging him to snap. Let it slip in.
His shaft glides between my pussy lips, slipping with ease through where I’m drenched.
When he ceases kissing me to catch his breath with the slow roll of his pelvis, I want to say something.
But my mind’s only thinking Colt, Colt, Colt.
It’s him. Only him on my tongue, under my hands, in the tattered beat of my heart.
“Please,” we whimper in unison.
He smiles against my teeth, capturing my soft laughter and giving it back with his forehead pressed to mine.
It’s only funnier when it dawns on me that this is the first time either of us has spoken since he showed up.
Now here we are, naked and needy and giggling while pressed against the wall in my entryway.
And then he’s stroking into me, slow and deep, in the waning flutter of our laughter. I moan at every glorious inch of him, threading my hands through his hair and leaning into the tender ache of my body stretching to accommodate him.
His lips ghost over my cheek to plant a sweet kiss on the shell of my ear. His words blow hot on my skin. “Fuck, I missed you, honey.”
I whisper back, “It’s only been a few days.”
“Even an hour is too long.”
He thrusts forward with a primal grunt, fingertips bruising the backs of my straining thighs.
“An hour?” I smirk against his warm cheek, the sandpaper roughness catching on my lip. “Colt, I think you’re a touch obsessed with me.”
“I fantasize about fucking you every second of every damn day.” He breathes raggedly, snapping his hips forward to fill my vision with stars. “Of having every part of you.”
I cling to him as if I’m drowning, holding on with everything I have. Nails drag down his back, dragging him deeper inside me.
“You have me.” I tighten with a jerking motion when his cock nudges against something sensitive, something that floods my senses.
“Fuck,” Colt whimpers into my neck. “Fuck, you can’t do that. I won’t last long.”
“Don’t you fucking dare come before I do.” I bear down on him, suddenly wanting the challenge. The idea that he’s already close creates sparks in my core.
I fight to put my legs down, and he reluctantly relinquishes control over the tender skin of my thighs and ass. His dick slips from my warmth, leaving me unbearably empty. His cock’s coated in my arousal and dripping pre-cum onto the floor when I take his hand and lead him into the kitchen.
“I need you to do something for me….”
He squints at me, chest heaving. “Anything.”
The heels of my hands press to the counter’s edge, and I pop my ass up on it. The quartz chills me to the bone, and Colt watches in complete adoration as my breasts jiggle with a shiver that skitters down my spine.
In the pocket of the pants I left abandoned in the middle of my entryway, my phone rings.
“Do you need—”
“No,” I pant. “I need you to make me come so hard that it’s all I can think about for the rest of the day.”
His lips part with a sharp inhale, and he steps in to trap my ankles with a rough grip.
There’s something dark and stormy in his eyes when he shoves my legs wide open, leaving me splayed for him on the kitchen counter.
He delicately slips his fingers through my wetness, circling around my clit while stroking the length of his cock with his other hand.
The obnoxious ringtone echoes through the small space, and I groan. “If they’re calling multiple times, it might be an emergency.”
Colt grips my thighs, firmly keeping me in place. “I’ll grab it, hang on.”
He strides, naked and muscular and sexy as hell, across the room.
His ass—which is painted with angry red claw marks and deep crescent moon indents—bounces with every step, and his skin dips and rolls over the flexing of his muscles.
He’s so perfect, and I’m so not…and somehow he’s here, wanting me so badly his cock’s stiffer than a board.
“It’s…uh…” Something flashes on his face when he slips the loud device from my pants and glances at the screen. His jaw ticks, and his walk back is determined. “Answer it.”
It’s Alex. Because of course it is. I bet he was counting down to my lunch break so he could argue with me again.
“No.” I shake my head, rejecting the call and slamming the phone down on the counter. “He was being a complete asshole to me this morning, and I don’t want to deal with it. Especially right now.”
The force of my phone’s vibrations has it nearly jittering right off the counter. Not that I would even mind, so long as it smashed into smithereens. I can’t believe this motherfucker is ruining my perfect, hot-as-sin lunch break.
Colt picks up the phone and thrusts it toward me. “Answer it and deal with him, or I will. He doesn’t get to treat my girl like that.”
My heart races—both at the casual use of my girl and at his sudden, gruff protectiveness.
“Fine. But you need to keep pleasing your girl.” Scooching back, I pull my knees toward my chest, then skid my heels along the counter until they’re as far apart as I can manage. “Give me a reward for telling him off.”
“Shit. You’re fucking perfect, honey.” He steps in, nudging my arm to encourage me to answer the call. “You tell that baby daddy of yours who the real man of the house is.”
With a gulp, my finger trembles over the green button, giving it the lightest brush.
“Alex.” I steel my face, fighting the waver in my voice. “What do you want?”
“You hung up on me in the middle of a discussion.”
“That wasn’t a—” I grit my teeth, letting my eyes shutter at the rough texture of Colt’s hand cupping my pussy. He grips it like he owns it, dragging his middle finger up my slit. “It wasn’t a discussion. There’s nothing to discuss.”
“I want to bring my son to the fair. Why is that such a problem for you?”
My neck snaps back, and the tips of my hair swish over my spine. A moan taunts me, creeping up my throat with the gentle swirling of Colt’s fingers over my clit. When I glance at him, he nods, mouthing good girl.
“I-I…” Fuck, I regret my decision. My hips lift slightly to meet his touch. “I already told you. You don’t get to waltz in and play fun dad whenever you want.”