27. Colt
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***Colt***
B rooke was sitting on the sidewalk in front of Karlene’s house when I pulled up in my old jeep. She looked up at me and sighed heavily before standing and walking around to the passenger side. I had to fight a laugh at the dejected way she slumped in the seat next to me.
“Did you know she had company tonight?” She groaned when I didn’t say anything. “You let me walk all the way here. Jerk.”
“You used to like to walk off your anger.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and turned to face me. “Colt.”
“Come with me to my boat?” I felt like a fucking teenager again, my nerves right at the edge of being too much. I didn’t know what I was doing. I just knew I wanted to be alone with her. I wasn’t great at talking, but maybe I could try.
She just stared at me for a long while, the tension building inside me until I almost took the offer back completely. Then she nodded. “Okay.”
I let out an embarrassing sigh of relief but she didn’t react to it. Thank god. I drove to the boatyard and parked. The lot was mostly empty, except for a few of the fishermen who lived on their boats. The dock was lit with a few strands of string lights but the ocean beyond was black against the dark sky. Normally the stars would be visible but clouds had swallowed them all up.
I helped Brooke out of the jeep and didn’t let go of her hand as I led her down to the dock and then out to my slip. It was dark enough that she couldn’t see the name of my boat and I was thankful for that. I wasn’t ready to have that conversation.
After making sure she didn’t fall getting onboard by holding both of her hands, I pulled out my phone and turned the flashlight on. I hadn’t been expecting her expression when the light came on. She looked nervous, hesitant. I’d been an asshole to her and then I’d brought her out to a pitch black boat.
“Shit. I’m not going to murder you, Brooke.” I groaned. “I just wanted a chance to be alone with you. Things have been…”
She snorted out a laugh. “You’ve been an ass. Some of it I deserved.”
“Yeah. Doesn’t mean I brought you out here to take you out. So stop looking at me like that.” A roll of thunder sounded in the distance and the smell of rain lingered with the sweet smell that was all Brooke.
“I’m looking at you like I’m not sure what you want. It’s easier with Noah and Logan. You’ve always been more closed off. You’re hard to read. But not so hard that I think you’d hurt me.” She turned her face up to the sky. “Is it supposed to storm?”
I stared at the long length of her throat, exposed and glowing in the low light. “I would never hurt you. I don’t know what I want, either. I’m still angry. Doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. She lowered her face to mine. “You do?”
The thunder rolled closer and I felt a drop of rain hit my cheek. “Billy’s lucky Noah got to him first tonight.”
She took that stubborn stance that she’d had earlier. “Billy didn’t do anything wrong. You guys set us up!”
More raindrops fell but I didn’t care. “He was touching you.”
“We were on a date!”
“You’re not doing that again.” I dropped my phone and grabbed her shoulders. “I’ll break his hands if he touches you again.”
“What happened to you while I was gone? You weren’t always like this.” She pressed her hands to my chest but didn’t push me away.
“You’re wrong. I bloodied my knuckles over you so many fucking times, Brooke.” The sky opened up and a downpour suddenly soaked us. I didn’t budge. Blinking rain from my eyelashes, I licked it from my lips and gently shook her. “I was always like this for you. Just because you didn’t notice doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”
She had her head tipped back to stare up at me and she was right there and so fucking real. Her lips parted and I knew she could tell how badly I wanted her. Instead of running from my desire, she slid her hands around to my back so she was holding me and straightened her shoulders. “Kiss me.”
I slid my hands up to hold her head and lowered my mouth to hers. I tried to be gentle but I had a decade of pent-up desire and anger that wouldn’t let me. A loud boom of thunder sounded just over us and when Brooke gasped I stroked my tongue past her lips and devoured her. I tilted her head and kissed her deeper, drinking rain from her lips and tasting it on her tongue.
Another roll of thunder and I knew I had to get her inside. I gripped her ass and lifted her into my arms, growling when she tried to pull away from my kiss. I fumbled with the door to the cockpit but once I had it open I stumbled in with her wrapped tightly around me and kicked it shut. She tugged at my hair and sank her teeth into my bottom lip, testing my already shot control.
I dropped her on the wood panel that held the radio and I heard something clatter to the floor. Yanking the stringy vest off her shoulders, I shoved it to the floor and shoved her dress up her hips so I could rock my denim clad cock against her core. I swallowed her moans and cupped her tits, squeezing them and finding her pebbled nipples through her bra and dress.
“Get this fucking dress off, Brooke.” I dropped my mouth to her throat and sucked at her skin, marking her. I could feel her struggling with the dress. “Now, Brooke. Unless you want me to rip it off you.”
She let out a frustrated sound. “Just rip it!”
I grabbed the front in both hands and yanked hard, splitting it straight down the middle. Shoving the top down I gripped her bra next and thanked god it opened in the front. As soon as her tits were bare I had my mouth on her nipples. I sucked hard on one while I pinched the other between my fingers, listening to her whimper.
Brooke tugged at my hair and dragged my mouth back to hers. She rocked her hips against my dick and I felt her body stiffen. Instead of letting her come, I bowed my hips away from her and shot her a dark look.
“I want to punish you as much as I want to fuck you, Brooke. You come when I want you to.” I pulled her to her feet and forced the rest of her dress down her legs. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I sucked at her dripping pussy through her panties.
“Colt!” She gasped and then cried out when I pulled away again.
Standing up, I ripped her panties off and then pushed her backwards until she was laid out over the control panels of my boat. I lifted her legs and planted her feet wide apart on the slick wood. The sweet scent of her cunt had me growling and leaning down to swipe my tongue up her slit.
“Oh, god, Colt. Please!” She was so far gone with need for me that she slipped her hand down her stomach to stroke her clit.
I gripped her thighs tight and watched her. “Fuck, that’s hot. Make yourself come, Brooke. Play with your cunt until you come for me. That’s right. Push your fingers deep, baby.”