Chapter Nine
Colt made love to me in our suite.
He was gentle and caring, making sure I was completely satisfied in every way.
And it felt normal.
Lying in the tangled mess of sheets on my back with my eyes closed, I’m relaxed, with a sense of calm washing over me. Three hours ago, I never would have imagined I’d be here with Colt lying on his side facing me, propping up his head with his hand while his other is stroking my hair.
He leans down and kisses my temple. “You’re awake?” he asks softly.
I exhale. “Barely. You’ve worn me out.” I open my eyes to look into the beautiful blue oceans of his, looking straight at me.
He moves in and kisses my lips. “I think it’s you who’s worn me out. How am I supposed to be an entertaining rock god on stage in a few hours if all I can think about is you? And how many times I can make you come in an hour?”
I bite my lip. “Well, I guess you’d better get back in the game and get your mind out of the gutter. Your fans need you,” I point out with a smirk.
“I want you to need me,” he declares, looking at me with an intense stare.
Oh! Swallowing hard, I realize he’s being serious.
“I do, maybe just a little bit.” I use my fingers to show him the tiny space between them and give him a beaming smile.
“Good, because I want all your thoughts, all your emotions, and all your sexual experiences from now on. I don’t want another man to enter your thoughts, do you understand?” That tone—it doesn’t seem so playful anymore.
I look at him with my eyebrows creased. I’m a little confused by this change of direction.
What is it exactly he’s asking of me?
“I… I don’t know what you mean.”
“Dee, you’re only for me. No one else can touch you. You can’t touch or think or… be with anyone other than me.”
I smirk because shit is getting weird right now.
“Colt, is that your strange way of asking for us to be exclusive?” My tone is light and playful, still unsure exactly what he’s getting at.
After the misunderstanding earlier, I don’t want to make assumptions.
I seem to go off half-cocked all the time, and I don’t want to be that girl anymore.
But he makes it hard because he’s an enigma and difficult to unravel.
“Baby, we were exclusive the moment you walked into my life. No, this is more than that. I’m not a fan of the whole boyfriend thing.
That’s nothing but a label. I need you to be mine, and everything you do, have, and think will belong only to me.
No one else can have anything from you, and to be honest, I’m not really asking…
I’m telling you. You are mine, Dee,” he commands, then leans down to kiss me.
“I know that may seem controlling and possibly a bit obsessive, but Dee, I can’t be worrying about where I stand with you.
I already told you I’m not good at the relationship thing.
This will help me, especially when I need to be focused on the band,” he explains, pulling back from our kiss.
I kiss him again, but I’m still confused by what exactly he’s asking. If he wants exclusivity, I'm okay with it, but his tone makes me think there’s more to it. His reasons and his open honesty make sense, and I like knowing he wants me. All of me.
He pins me to the bed, then deepens our kiss while taking my wrists and holding them next to my head.
God, I love it when he does that.
He pulls his lips away and rests his forehead on mine.
“So, I’m confused,” I say.
“Mmm…”
“So, just to clarify… you’re not my boyfriend, but we’re completely exclusive in every way, and I can’t touch or even think about anyone else. Is that what you are saying? Is that what you want?” My eyebrows rise in expectation.
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs while slowly kissing my neck down to my collarbone, where he playfully nips at my skin.
“So, then I think the same should go for you. No touching or thinking about anyone other than me. You belong to me as much as I belong to you.”
He kisses back up my neck, toward my cheek. “Mm-hmm,” he murmurs again as his soft lips brush mine.
“So, isn’t that pretty much what a relationship is all about?” I murmur through his tender kisses.
“Dee, I don’t know how to do a relationship. I’ve had one, and it failed… miserably. So, no, we’re not in a relationship, but we are exclusive. There’s no one else for you, Dee, only me from now on, no exceptions.”
“But isn’t being mutually exclusive the same as being in a relationship?” I ask as he leans back in to kiss my neck.
“Not necessarily.”
“Colt, I don’t understand your logic?”
“You don’t need to, baby. Just abide by it,” he says, lightly sucking on my earlobe.
“Abide by it? What am I… twelve?” I ask as he rocks his hips into me.
That is really distracting.
“I bloody hope not,” Colt replies with a chuckle.
“Be serious,” I reply as he rocks into me again, waking my body back to life.
How does he do that?
The temptation is real!
“I am being serious, Dee. I want you. All of you. And you can have me, but this is the way it must be. It is what I know I can manage. It’s this or nothing, baby,” he advises, leaning in to kiss me again.
His cock hardens on top of me as he pushes in between my legs. He bites my bottom lip while his tip reaches my now soaking-wet opening. It’s like he flicks a switch inside me, and my body instantly yearns for him.
“You want me, don’t you, Dee?”
“Not like this,” I reply as his tip slips inside me, and I gasp, slightly moaning at the contact.
Focus, Dee, bloody focus! You are having a serious conversation.
“Yes, you do, don’t lie to me. You can say anything you want, but your body will tell me the truth. You want this, Dee, and you can have all of me. Just say that you’re willing to give yourself over to me,” he says, pushing himself in further.
Not just into my body but my heart as well.
I moan as he kisses my neck seductively.
“Colt,” I murmur.
The words are on the tip of my tongue.
The ones I know I need to say—I’m not someone you can own— but all logic is tossed to the wind as I succumb to him.
“Yes, baby?” he answers, sliding into me completely.
“Ahh…”
“That’s right, moan for me, Dee. Show me you’re mine!” He thrusts in and out at a steady rhythm.
I can’t think properly.
If he wins this, I feel I will lose more than just a battle.
But when he touches me like this, I’m doomed to forfeit.
“Colt, I—”
“Fuck, Dee!” He grunts as he thrusts into me deeply, his hips grinding into mine.
His kisses are desperate as heat builds to a new level, and I’m finding it hard to concentrate. His movements are calculated, seductive, tempting me into my new addiction.
“Oh, God, don’t stop,” I groan out before I can help myself. All the reasons for my objections quickly fade as my body trembles in anticipation.
“This can be all yours, Dee. Just agree to be mine, and you can have this anytime you want,” he says through his kisses.
“Be mine, Dee.” He thrusts hard and deep, causing my breath to catch, and in this moment, I’ll do anything for him.
Somehow, he knows how to play my body against my warring logical mind.
“I’m yours,” I whimper through shuddered breaths.
“Mine,” he says sternly, his tone possessive. Then he relentlessly pounds into me. This is hard and brutal, nothing like the gentle lovemaking from a little while ago. But I don’t care. There’s something about dominant Colt that drives me insane.
He thrusts into me hard and fast, and I can’t keep up with him.
I’m at his mercy. He has my hands pinned on either side of my head, and it’s so strange not to be able to touch him.
A fine coat of sweat builds on us as he takes what he wants.
His lips return to mine, and a pressure is building within me.
I start to quiver and shake as he groans with an animalistic need into my mouth.
As I move my legs so they wrap around him, he holds my wrists a little tighter, thrusting deep inside me. My whole body pulses with a heat and electricity I’ve only ever felt for him.
The pleasure engulfs me, and I moan so loudly I’m shocked when a powerful climax overcomes me.
“Oh, God, Colt,” I shout out, and he continues to push into me through every wave of my release.
“Give it to me again, Dee,” he demands into my mouth, and I have no choice but to give him what he wants. I let go, giving him everything as he works me up for the second time.
Holding his body flush to mine, he jolts before pulling back, only to push back in just as deep.
I know he’s close, so I clench my muscles around his throbbing cock, and he exhales loudly, colliding his mouth with mine.
His pace quickens, and I feel the heat burning me.
It’s so hot. I’m right on the edge as he pounds into me mercilessly.
My body quakes, and my breathing hitches, then he’s grinding into me, filling me with his cum.
He releases one of my hands and grabs my throat before saying, “You’re. Fucking. Mine, Dee. Say it!” I let go, and we groan in pure pleasure when we climax together.
“Yours,” I say breathlessly.
He continues to rock inside me slowly as we descend from our high.
Colt rests his forehead against mine and gently kisses my lips. Finally, he releases the other wrist, allowing me to touch him.
He brings his hand to my cheek, caressing it. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Ha… you don’t play fair, Colter Slade,” I reply, making him chuckle.
“No, baby, life’s not fair, but I’ll always play with you.”
“Now you’re just twisting my words.”
“What? You wanna play naked Twister? Sure, Dee, anything you want,” he teases, and I decide I like this side of him.
I giggle. “You’re a right git.”
He chuckles and pulls out of me, rolling onto the bed. “Yep, I know.” He kisses me on the cheek, then gets up and walks to the ensuite. “You coming?” he turns back, asking me.