6. Colt
6
COLT
I should not be here.
It’s well past sunset, and I should be locked in my closet or halfway to Texas, putting distance between me and this life-altering obsession that’s stuck to me like a bad fever. I should be in my pickup, driving away from her . Or face-down in a bottle with the boys down at the bar.
Instead, I’m crouched in the dark of the barn, waiting for Lena like a goddamn stalker.
My whole body is tense and electric as I lean against the wall, hidden in the dark, arms crossed tightly over my chest, my eyes fixed on the ladder that leads to Lena’s loft. A single lantern glows on the wall, casting long shadows over the hay-covered floor.
Where in God’s name is she?
I’ve already mucked the stalls twice–her job–and fed the horses again, despite them already being fed today. I paced circles until I was dizzy, and my palms are actually starting to ache after gripping the workbench just to keep myself from doing what every male impulse I have is screaming at me to do.
Go to her.
Find her.
Take her.
But I can’t. Her dad said I can’t even lay a finger on her. And despite being a wealthy business owner, he’s not the kind of guy to make empty threats. Even if he doesn’t come at me physically, he could find other ways to ruin my life. Being fired from the ranch would just be the beginning.
Shit, I should just bury myself in a hole. It’s the only way to keep myself from her. But the only hole I want is the one between Lena’s succulent thighs.
“Goddamn it,” I curse under my breath. What the hell am I doing?
She’s too soft, too sweet, too young. And I’m none of those things–damned sure not innocent. And I’ve got no business fantasizing about her like this, dreaming about all the things I want to do to her. The ways I want to mark her body, ravage her until she screams my name–it’s just not fair.
It’s too much.
I know this is true, but it does nothing to stop the wanting. If anything, it only makes it worse.
My lust for her is unquenchable and rages inside me every time I see her–every time I even think of her. The image of her floating naked in the pond that night is permanently embedded in my mind. She’s an absolute goddess. A pure, untouched, pristine little thing that I–
The door creaks open at the far end of the barn, and my spine goes ramrod straight.
It’s her .
The vanilla scent of her shampoo hits me before I even see her curvaceous silhouette through the darkness. She doesn’t even notice me as she makes her way to the ladder leading up to her loft. My cock instantly swells with blood. She’s moving like she always does, and it’s affecting me the same way.
She’s barefoot for some reason, and her long legs lead up to a tiny pair of pink athletic shorts. Her amazing tits are about to spill out of a tiny green bikini top, and her nipples are peaked from the cool night air. Her hair is damp. Maybe she was swimming again, hoping I’d return and find her skinny dipping like before.
She’s almost reached the ladder now.
I know if I let her climb up there, I’ll spend yet another sleepless night in my room with my fist wrapped around my spit-covered cock and her name whispered on my lips.
You can’t do this, Colt . I think as I watch her reach out.
I know …
My body moves before my brain can stop it. “Lena.”
She spins and locks eyes with me. I see the spark instantly, the heat, the challenge. Such a sexy little brat. She doesn’t even look surprised that I’m here. In fact, it’s like she’s hoping I would be.
“You love to hang out in the shadows, don’t you, cowboy?” she asks, her voice soft like silk.
“You never know what kind of trouble you might find at night,” I rumble back.
She slides her tongue across her lower lip. “Trouble? Like me?”
That’s it. The last damn straw.
I snap.
In an instant, I’ve got my hands around her waist and have her pinned up against the stall wall. A horse whinnies, and Lena’s playful eyes go wide as I hold her there, my chest pressed against the soft mounds beneath her bikini top.
“You think you know what you’re doing,” I tell her. “But you don’t.”
She tilts her chin down. “I do.”
“You don’t . You think this is all just a fun little game and that I’ll give you a nice, tender, caring first time. That we’ll make love under the stars and it will be completely pain free.” I slam my palm against the wall by her head, scaring the horses again. “But that’s the complete opposite of what’s going to happen, Lenna. I’m going to take your innocence and destroy it.”
I must have scared her off by now. I’ve been trying my best. But her eyes reflect the glow of the lantern and blaze back at me with passion and desire. She leans closer and whispers, “Then stop talking and do it .”
I’m about to lose it. “Tell me to stop, Lena,” I whisper. “Tell me to back off and I’ll walk away.”
Her eyes flicker. “No.”
God help me.
My mouth crashes into hers, and the rest of the world fades to black. All that’s left is her–the sweet taste of her lips, her scent, the heat and slick of her tongue, and the soft gasp she lets out when I close my teeth around her lower lip and tug.
I run my hand up her thighs and lift her up in one rough motion, pressing her against the wall. Her legs wrap around me like she’s been waiting her whole life to have them there.
Her center is hot. Christ, she’s burning up.
Which is good, because I’m on fire.
Her bikini top finally gives way, and her tits spill out, revealing themselves in their full glory. Her nipples are hard, and I can’t stop myself. I take one in deep and suck hard, groaning as she moans and arches her back. She snatches my shirt and tears at it with both hands. Christ, she’s even stronger than I thought she was.
“Come on, Colt…” she pants, grinding her center against my cock, which is painfully swollen beneath my jeans. I can feel her need soaking her paper-thin shorts. “I need–”
“I know what you need, baby girl,” I reply, kissing up her chest to her neck. “And I’m going to give it to you.”
With one quick tug, I tear the waistband of her shorts and panties and throw them aside, leaving her completely bare in my arms. Her skin is damp, but her pussy is soaking wet, and her scent is hitting me like a drug.
I reach down and pull my hard cock out from my jeans. “Look what you do to me, you sexy little brat,” I growl, pressing the crown of my cock against her glistening little slit. Just teasing, not penetrating. “You make me like this. So hard. All the goddamn time.”
She looks down, and her eyes go wide. And for a split second, the sassy little brat disappears and is replaced by a nervous, sweet little virgin.
“So big…” she whimpers.
“You’re goddamn right,” I growl back. “And you’re gonna take it all.”
I sink into her slowly, deep, and watch her expression shift as her tight pussy walls stretch around my thickness.
This is it. The first cock she’s ever taken.
And the last.
A gasp falls from her lips as I press deeper and feel the resistance from her cherry. There it is. The proof of her innocence. Time to ruin it and make her mine.
“Breathe in,” I tell her. “This may hurt a little.”
“Colt–” But before she can finish, I drive my length home.
Her cherry gives way, and her body arches as I stretch her to my perfect fit, giving her all my inches, fully and complete. The sensation rocks me. It’s like dying and being reborn in a single breath.
She gasps again. Her nails claw into my shoulders. “Colt…oh my God!”
I’m blazing. My lust is raging. Her pussy is like heaven, and I’m already holding back from blowing my load. “That’s it,” I growl. “Say my name again.”
Her lips twist into a smile.
“Colt.”
I start thrusting.
“Again,” I tell her.
“Colt…”
Hard, deep, claiming every inch of her untouched pussy. Fucking her like she belongs to me–because now she does. She always has.
She’s mine.
Lena is mine.
The wall of the stall shakes as I pound. Her cries grow louder, her voice high and raspy as I fuck her faster, rougher, deeper. I told her I wouldn’t hold back, and I’m not. And I’m honestly shocked at how well she’s taking it. She hasn’t asked me to slow down once.
My rough hands grip her plump ass, pulling her back into every stroke. The slick walls of her hot pussy grip me tighter and tighter with every second. A jolt of intense pleasure shoots through me, causing my cock to twitch inside her.
“Feel that?” I snarl, my lips scraping her earlobe. “That’s what you do to me. You make me insane. You made me need this, Lena.”
“I–I need you too, Colt,” she sobs, tears falling down her face. “Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Her body tightens. She clutches me harder with her arms and her legs, and her soak drips down my balls and thighs as her climax rips through her. Every bit of her tender flesh quivers as she moans my name, and that’s it–that’s all I can take.
I drive deep into her one last time and release, coming harder than I’ve ever come before, groaning into her neck as I flood her pussy with a massive shot of my seed.
The world shutters and slows.
Lena goes quiet as her pussy twitches around my shaft and the shockwave of her orgasm rolls through her. The air is silent for a moment. Her body trembles in my arms, and I rest my forehead against hers, the scent of sex and sweat and hay thick in the air.
I hold her like I’ll never let go.
And I won’t.
I can’t.
Lena is mine now. To hell with the consequences. I took her, and now there’s no going back.