Chapter 5
Chapter Five
We had been driving for almost seven hours and had just entered into Colorado. I was exhausted. The night before last, I hadn’t slept well at the hotel the five of us had stayed in after finding Jacob dead on my couch, and of course, sleep hadn’t happened at all last night. The more distance I put between us and Mr. X, the more the adrenaline keeping me moving seemed to wither away, and now I felt like I was running on fumes.
Colt put his hand on my thigh. “Why don’t you pull over at a rest stop and let me drive for a while?”
I sat up straighter. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” he said gently. “You’ve been taking charge this whole time and I’ve been all right with that. I understand why you’ve needed to be in control of things. But we’re safe. X isn’t here and you’re exhausted. Let me take over.”
Reluctantly, I pulled off the highway to a vacant rest stop and parked the Jeep.
Colt unfastened his belt. “Why don’t you lay down in the back and try to sleep for a while?”
“I feel like if I relax, everything I’m trying not to think of or feel will overwhelm me and I’ll fall apart,” I admitted as I stared out the windshield at the mountains and trees. It was so green here compared to where we lived. The temperature outside was also colder and would continue to get colder the closer we got to the safe house. We might even see snow there. “Maybe I’m not good at burying stuff anymore or maybe it’s because we’re still in the thick of it. Either way, I can’t help but think about and feel what’s happening to us.”
Colt watched me as I distracted myself with staring outside.
“Get in the backseat with me,” he said, making me look at him.
“What?”
Instead of answering, he climbed out of the Jeep. I undid my belt and also got out. A cold gust of wind hit all my exposed skin, making me shiver as I opened the door to the backseat. I slid onto the bench seat in the back just after Colt did.
“What are we doing?” I asked as I turned my body toward him.
He cupped my cheek. “I’m going to help you fall asleep.” He leaned in to kiss me.
The moment his lips molded to mine, I understood what he meant. I pulled back, gaping. “Here?”
His hand moved from my cheek to cup the back of my neck, holding me in place. “There’s no one around to see.” He pressed his lips to mine, softly. “Just focus on me.” He kissed me again. This time with a little more passion.
“You’re distracting me with sex?” I asked against his lips. I’d expect this type of assertiveness from Creed, but not Colt. Well, unless Colt’s Hulk side had surfaced. When that happened, he touched me and took my body as if he owned it. But he wasn’t in one of his Hulk moods. Maybe it was the circumstances we were in.
Colt moved his mouth to my neck. “Sex with me better be distracting.” He lightly bit me, forcing my breath to hitch and my body to arch toward him. “If I don’t have your full attention when I’m fucking you, then I’m not doing it right.”
Dirty Stone boy.
I should have been able to smile at that moment. Instead, I found myself blinking away the burn that instantly flared behind my eyes. As soon as I had control of myself, I asked, “Is that the plan? You’re going to exhaust me with sex to help me fall right to sleep?”
He pulled back to face me. Adoringly, he tucked my hair behind my ear. “How should I do it?” He kissed my lips again. “Shall I take you hard or slow?”
He’d evaded answering because what I’d said was true. I put my hand on his chest, stopping him. “If you make love to me right now, I might start crying.”
A pensive frown took over his face as his eyes searched mine. “Why is that?”
Because I don’t deserve you.
And you don’t deserve what I brought upon you and your brothers.
And it’s taking everything I have to hold the guilt of that back from crushing me.
How did I tell someone I loved that their love made my guilt too much to bear?
I hadn’t lied in the voicemail I’d left Logan. I was a piece of shit. I shouldn’t have even been in this backseat with Colt, but to not be near him, to not accept his touch, especially after almost losing him, would be like denying myself air. It seemed I was damned either way. All I could do right now was choose how badly I wanted to suffer.
I couldn’t tell him any of that, though. So I said, “Ask me tomorrow.”
Something showed in his eyes, and I had that gut-dropping feeling he knew. Every thought that had passed through me, the struggle I was desperately trying not to let him see, he knew, and I braced myself for his reply to the point my whole body stiffened.
His fingers tightened just a little at the back of my neck. “Tomorrow.” His voice was even and firm. He only said one word, yet it was enough to give me a sense of foreboding. He’d give me until tomorrow, but he wasn’t happy about it, which cemented the fact that he knew.
“Lay down, Shiloh,” he ordered as he grabbed the back of my knee with his other hand.
Shiloh? Looked like I’d brought out his Hulk side. Goosebumps pebbled my skin as I lay on my back across the bench seat.
Colt adjusted so that he was kneeling between my thighs. His hands slid down my bare legs until he reached my heels. He pulled them off of my feet and let them drop to the floor. Butterflies fluttered low in my belly as he unbuttoned my shorts and hooked his fingers into the top of them and my underwear. “Lift.” His tone was sharp.
Doing as I was told, I pushed my hips up for him to undress me from the waist down. He dropped my shorts and underwear next to my shoes. His eyes held mine as his hands gripped me by the backs of my thighs. I sucked in a breath as he spread me open. I watched, holding my breath as his eyes dropped between my legs.
“I’m pissed,” he said before his head delved between my legs.
My back arched as his hot mouth covered me and his tongue licked me from core to clit. “I know,” I whimpered.
He pulled away slightly, until all I could feel was his warm breath fanning over my most private parts. “I feel like punishing you, but I know you’d just take it, thinking it’s what you deserve.”
His tongue began exploring me, purposely avoiding the spot he knew would get me off. Maybe he had decided to punish me.
“Tomorrow, Colt,” I reminded him.
His hands on my thighs tightened before he moved his mouth to my clit.
Without thought, my hands dove for his head and my fingers fisted his hair as he attacked that spot on me, sucking, flicking, and stroking in a way that was making me lose my mind. Moans and whines ripped their way past my lips as my body writhed. I could feel my release getting closer. Desperate to get there faster, I rocked my hips against his mouth. “Colt,” I begged.
His way of giving me what I wanted, one of his hands let go of my thigh and he pushed two fingers inside me. All he had to do was pump those fingers in me twice and I threw my head back, crying out. My body went simultaneously tight and loose as my climax rippled through me.
Colt didn’t let up on worshiping my clit and his fingers continued stroking in and out of me, drawing out my release. Even when it did eventually fade, Colt still didn’t stop.
“Colt?” I panted. It was apparent he wanted to make me come again, but everything felt more sensitive down there. What he was doing was almost too much. I was shaking all over. Every breath I took was a loud pant. I could feel my orgasm building again. Only this time, it felt different. The pleasure was more intense, almost painful, and familiar. “Colt!” I cried as my thighs squeezed around him. “You’re—you!” I tried to get out between loud moans. “I’m—ah!—Colt!”
I knew what was coming. I had only experienced it once with Keelan and I couldn’t get the words out to tell him. I couldn’t hear it, but I knew I was screaming as my entire body curled toward Colt’s head between my legs. When I came again, I collapsed back against the seat. Like the time Keelan and I’d had sex on the chair in their dining room, I felt the gush between my legs.
Colt went still.
I quickly let go of his hair and covered my face.
When he pulled his fingers from me, I peeked at him from between mine.
He was staring at me, smirking like he was proud. “That was unexpected.” I watched as he brought his wet hand up to his mouth and ran his tongue along the back of it. “You taste so sweet.”
I didn’t have time to figure out if I enjoyed his reaction or if I was even more mortified, because he grabbed me by my hips and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. “Colt?” My whole body felt like weak spaghetti, and I wasn’t sure I could come again.
“We’re not done, Shiloh,” he said, and I heard the sound of his zipper.
“Stop calling me that,” I snapped. Yes, it was my name, but I didn’t like him saying it out of anger.
He put a hand on my lower back as he brushed the head of his cock along my soaked slit. “I’ll stop calling you that when you stop punishing yourself over shit you have no control over.”
He cut off any reply I might have had by pushing all the way inside of me. Gasping, I threw out my hand in front of me onto the door to keep myself from falling forward. My thighs and arms trembled as they strained to keep me up. “I?—”
I was cut off again as he withdrew and thrust back into me.
“I can’t hold myself up,” I whimpered.
He grabbed me by my hips. “Put your head down.” His voice had gentled. “I got you.”
I did as he said and lowered the top half of my body down on the seat. I still kept my hand against the door just in case. When he withdrew and speared back into me, his grip on my hips kept me from moving too much. I felt him pause as if to see if I was all right. After determining that I was, he seemed to unleash himself.
As he pounded into me, making me go cross-eyed with the pleasure overload, I moaned loud and long into the seat. “I don’t think I can come again.” I most definitely could. My real worry was if I could survive it.
“Yes, you can.” He sounded so sure.
“You’re going to break me.”
He let out a breathy chuckle. “I could never bring myself to break any part of you.” He slowed his thrusts and moved one of his hands to my shoulder. He pulled on me to sit up until my back was to his chest. I laid my head back against his shoulder, feeling too weak to hold it up. He still moved inside me, only his thrusts were slower, making me savor every sinful inch of him. His hands slid to the front of my body. One found its way up inside my shirt and under my bra. The warmth from his palm as it kneaded my breast made me close my eyes. His other hand slowly dropped south and the moment his fingers found my clit, I groaned. I threw an arm behind me to grab the back of his neck, needing to hold onto him as he began rubbing slow circles over that super sensitive spot.
Panting, my chest heaved as he pushed me toward the edge of release. Feeling me getting close, his thrusts picked up speed. I screamed as he not only sent me over the cliff, he threw me, and the fall wrecked me. I lurched forward and caught myself on my hands.
Colt’s hands went back to my hips. I knew he was moments from coming when his grip tightened. To my surprise, he let me go and pulled out of me quickly. I spun around to see him stroking himself as jets of cum spilled out of him right onto the wet spot I’d created on the seat.
For a moment we just sat there trying to catch our breath.
“Why?” I said between breaths.
His eyes met mine. “Because you’re not on birth control.”
And just like that, reality came back to me. It had been days since I’d last taken my birth control because it and my nightmare medication had gone missing. No doubt Mr. X had taken it.
Weakly, I reached for my shorts and underwear. “I’m sorry I forgot.”
Colt tucked himself back into his pants. “I didn’t remember, either, until I was about to come.” After he finished buttoning his pants, he frowned down at the mess we’d made on the seat.
“Now we’re both going to get into trouble for coming all over Keelan’s backseat,” I said as I pulled my underwear and shorts on.
Colt gave me a proud smirk again. “I highly doubt you’ll get in trouble for soaking the backseat. Keelan is just going to be peeved that he wasn’t the one to make you do it.”
An intense blush bloomed in my cheeks.
“I, on the other hand, am screwed if I don’t clean this up,” he said as he peeked over the backseat into the trunk. Seeing something, he reached back there and grabbed what looked like one of Keelan’s gym bags. Dropping it in his lap, he unzipped it and searched inside the bag. “Perfect.” He pulled out a towel and a shirt. He used the shirt to clean up the seat the best he could before laying the towel over the wet spot. When he was done, he shoved the shirt back into the bag and tossed it back in the trunk.
My eyes felt heavy, and my body completely spent.
Colt eyed me before holding his hand out to me. “Come here.”
“Are you still mad at me?” I asked him tiredly.
“Yes, but I still want to hold you.”
Wanting that, too, I took his hand and let him help me over to him. He leaned against the door on his side so I could lie against his chest. If he was uncomfortable, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me tightly.
It wasn’t long before my heavy eyes won the battle and closed. “I’m going to have a nightmare,” I whispered.
He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll be here to wake you.”