Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
Colt
I’m hard.
Again.
That dangerous tongue lapping up my cum.
The slick folds of her cunt when she hesitates for only one more heartbeat before she spreads her legs for me.
“So pretty,” I rasp. “So pink.” I want her legs tossed over my shoulders, my face buried in that pussy.
But even though I’m not feeling any pain, I don’t think I can eat her out with only one arm.
Game to try when Doc won’t kill me, though.
“So wet,” she says and my dick twitches, reminding me of its state, urging me to not just touch, but to thrust into her, to feel the slick, tight clasp of her around me.
Not today.
Not yet.
I stroke through her, coating my fingers and dragging them back up, circling the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
“Colt,” she whispers.
“You’re close already, aren’t you, Teach?” I circle and circle, teasing, then slide down again, dipping my finger into the hot, wet sheath of her. “Just from touching me.” I slip my finger free, bring it to my mouth, to my tongue. “From tasting me.”
“I like you on my tongue,” she says, watching me as I lick the slick tang of her desire from my finger. “Same as you like the flavor of me.”
“Hmm,” I drawl, slipping my hand between her legs again. “I’m going to have to watch out for you, aren’t I?”
Her mouth curves into a smile I would kiss off her lips if only I had two functioning arms.
Since I don’t…I focus.
Stroking over her labia, her clit, and when her head drops back, moan gliding through the air, I slide my finger inside.
“Oh!” she gasps, rocking against me.
“That’s it, baby,” I coax, working her clit, feeling the inner walls of her pussy flutter.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to feel her clamp down around my cock.
“More?” I ask as she continues to move, to grind against me.
Her eyes open, bright blue depths burning into mine. “More,” she whispers.
I nearly come right there, have to clench my teeth together so tightly that a bolt of pain shoots through my jaw.
Then I slip another finger inside.
She gasps, and those flutters increase, grow firmer, until it’s like a vise is wrapped around my fingers.
“More,” she whispers, meeting the thrusts of my fingers, the slick sounds of the strokes loud, but not as loud as her moan as I slip in a third finger and…
She shatters, my name tumbling off her tongue.
I groan and bend forward, pressing my mouth to hers, parting her lips so I can taste her moan, and all the while I slowly coax her through the peak and down the other side.
It’s only when she’s limp, her eyes half-mast, that I help her back into her pajamas, draw the covers up and over us, and take her into my arms—
Er. Arm.
My dick is still hard.
But when it comes to Kylie Connors, I’m used to that.
“No!” Knox cries, flopping back onto the couch as his stepdaughter, Evie, serves him another Plus Four.
Yup. Another.
Because Evie Adler (née Pierce) is a card shark.
Most especially with UNO.
Kylie giggles as we watch Evie put a world of hurt on Knox, and there’s something perfect about her being curled into my side instead of sitting across the room from me, giving me furtive stares I couldn’t discern.
Hell the last two weeks have been perfect.
I’m out of the sling and lifting tiny, baby weights under the supervision of Ivy and Doc and the rest of the training staff.
The residual concussion symptoms have faded.
The stitches are out.
And Kylie is still here.
We haven’t spent a night apart since she surprised me in Utah, and while it sucks being injured, part of me is thankful that we’ve had this time together—
“Earth to Colt.”
Jerking, I glare at Knox. “What?”
“Going to explain that?” He deliberately points his gaze in the direction of my arm around Kylie.
“Nope,” I say, tightening my hold when she giggles again.
“So when’s the trade happening?” he asks silkily.
I glare at him.
But, as usual, it doesn’t have any effect on the menace known as Knox Adler.
“Are you two gonna get married like my mom and dad?” Evie asks, dropping onto the couch on the other side of Kylie.
Her teacher skills mean that she isn’t nearly as thrown by that question as I am (though the answer is unequivocally yes because there’s no fucking way I’m letting her go, not now), and Kylie just smiles and hugs Evie close.
“It’s a little early to ask that question, sweetheart.” She kisses the top of her head.
“Why?”
“Sometimes adults take a long time to make up their minds.”
“Dad says when someone is worth loving, you never let them go.” She slips out from under Kylie’s arms and launches herself at Knox. “Right, Dad?”
“Right,” he rasps, hugging her until she wriggles free and takes Kylie’s hand, conning her into a game of UNO.
I lift my brows at Knox, who looks like he’s been sucker punched.
“What?” I ask as Evie deals out the cards.
“That’s the first time she’s called me Dad,” he whispers and it’s a rasp, his eyes glassy.
I bump my foot with his. “She loves you.”
“She owns my heart.” A breath and then he shakes off the emotion, returns to his normal pain-in-the-ass state. “Like that one”—a nod at Kylie who’s organizing her hand—“does for you.”
“Yeah.”
There’s no point in denying it.
We watch the girls for a while in companionable silence.
But, no surprise, it doesn’t last long. Not with Knox around. “You know the guys are saving up their shit for when you’re back in the locker room, right?”
“More shit than you lot have already been giving me?”
“What do you think?”
I scowl.
“Though…”
“What?” I say, knowing I’m playing into his hand but unable to resist.
His grin starts peeking through. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“It’s not like I’ve spent the last years fucking my way through the female populace”—not like Storm—“is it really a surprise I’d lock a good woman in?”
“No.” Now his grin goes full-bore. “The surprise is that Damon didn’t kill you for defiling his little sister.”