Chapter Twelve - Colt
CHAPTER TWELVE
Colt
I knew I was done for as soon as I found out Blaire was single. I just couldn’t have imagined that I wouldn’t be able to make it five fucking minutes at home before marching over to her.
And I’m damn glad I did.
I breathe her in like I need her scent to breathe. She doesn’t smell the same at first. Some fancy new perfume covers her skin. But when I lick her from her collarbone to her jaw, I know it’s the same Blaire under all the expensive armor. She tastes the exact fucking same. And I need more.
I press my hips into hers against the wall, grinding my hard length along her ridiculous leather pants. A whimper escapes her mouth, and I conquer it with a deep, hungry kiss. Our teeth clash as we try to get more of each other.
I push my hand inside her thin white shirt and cup her breast roughly as I grind into her again.
“Colt,” she whimpers in pleasure and I almost bust right there hearing my name on her lips like this again.
I back away, letting her slide to the floor. I take a deep breath, composing myself .
I look around. Are we really about to fuck each other’s brains out in this shithole? But I can’t bring her to the house. We wouldn’t make it through the front door without both of us starting to doubt this decision.
Even breaking away from her for a second feels like too long. I pull her back into me, kissing her as I lead her to a bench in the kitchen. A small light in the kitchen still works and I thank the heavens that we left this thing plugged into the grid because I want to see every inch of her and every little expression.
I push her down to sit and get on my knees in front of her, pulling her leg out.
“What in the hell kind of boots are these?” I say as I wrestle the shiny fake cowboy boots off of her.
“They’re Prada.” She says defensively.
“You need real boots,” I say as I pull the other off.
“So I’ve been told,” she grumbles, and I smile, wondering which of my brothers gave her shit for the exact same thing. My money is on Reese.
“And these pants?” I glide my hands inside the waistband until I find the button on the side. “You planning on riding a unicorn or something tonight?”
“I was planning on riding something, but if he doesn’t stop criticizing my outfit, I might have to reconsider.” She leans back on her hands extended behind her and cocks an eyebrow at me.
God, I love it when she’s sassy and not that overly sweet she likes to put on with other people.
“Did I mention how well these hug your ass?” I grin as I unbutton them.
“They really do, don’t they?” She slyly grins back at me as she lifts her hips high enough for me to start peeling them off of her. Once I get them down to her calves, I rip them completely off her, my impatience shining through .
And I intend to waste no time.
I lift both of her legs over my shoulders so I can reintroduce myself to her body.
“Damn, Colt.” She says as she steadies herself. “Straight to it, huh?”
I bite her black lace panties and then let go, letting them snap back on her pussy. “Not wasting a damn second,” I say. “Now take your shirt off while I get reacquainted down here.”
I move the lacy fabric to the side and suck long and hard on her clit, pulling it lightly between my teeth.
“Damn,” she exclaims as she arches her back.
I pull my mouth back, letting my teeth nip at her clit again as I do. “I don’t see you taking your shirt off?”
“So bossy,” she scolds me.
I slip a finger inside her. “It seems that you like bossy.”
She glares at me, but her eyes lose their bite as soon as I have my mouth back between her legs. I love watching as I give her pleasure. There’s no distance between us in these moments. Everything in us is raw and connected.
I use my tongue in long strokes between her slit, licking every part of her with my horny as fuck enthusiasm. She lifts her shirt over her head and I watch in admiration as her stomach contracts and her luscious nipples harden as I continue to lick her.
“I want you to be naked,” she says in between short rapid breaths.
“We’ve got all night,” I say in between hungry licks.
“I want you to be naked now,” she tries to command me, but her voice is shaking.
“And I’m busy tasting you,” I shoot back in between licks.
She grumbles, but then throws her head back when I bury two of my fingers inside her. Her wet hot center contracts as I explore her .
Suddenly, her voice breaks my concentration.
“Oh, Colt! Yes!” She screams and gyrates her body.
I cock an eyebrow and pull back.
Her body rolls again, and while I enjoy the view, I know it’s fucking bullshit. I stand up and look down at her, her eyes closed as she puts on her little show. I thrust a finger back in her to confirm what I’m sure I’m seeing.
Yep, exactly what I fucking thought.