Chapter Twenty-Three #3
So I do just that and glare. “I must be crazy to think you could have ever wanted someone like me. For God’s sake, you can’t even tell me you love me,” I yell in his face.
He exhales and slumps. “Baby, I—”
“This was a mistake. You were a mistake. I’m going home,” I say, and I turn to start walking again.
“Are you seriously going to walk away from this?” Colt yells.
I stop and turn back to scowl at him. “What the hell is this?” I wave my hands around us like a madwoman. “If you can tell me, I’d love to know.”
He shakes his head but looks at the ground. “I don’t know, but don’t you want to find out?”
“Not after you’ve been fucking that slut behind my back,” I yell in his face.
“Dee, I haven’t been with anyone but you since I met you. You know that in here…” He reaches out and taps over my heart, then takes hold of my arm, but I shake him off.
“Bullshit! I saw. She was fixing herself up after you fucked her tonight before the concert. She even thanked you for it, Colt. I’m not a bloody idiot. You won’t sleep with me because you’re sleeping with her,” I scream.
“That’s what your meltdown was about. You think I’m cheating on you?”
I scrunch my face while mustering all my strength, pushing him hard in his chest, then turn to keep walking. “I don’t think. I know you are,” I exclaim.
Colt’s hands take hold of my shoulders, and he stops me, turning me to face him.
“For fuck’s sake, Dee. Will. You. Stop? I’m not cheating on you.
I never have, and I never will. She thanked me for helping her get started in her singing career.
I set up a meeting with Rob so he could listen to her sing and hopefully have someone sign her.
That’s it, that’s all,” he says, pulling me to him.
I let out a frustrated scream, shoving against him, but he grabs my arm, holding firm. With a heavy sigh, he takes my hand in his, gentle yet unyielding, and pulls me into a shadowed alley beside him.
“Colt, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he slams his body against mine, pinning me as his mouth crashes onto mine. I try to push him off, but he’s like an unmovable force—solid, unyielding, impossible to shake. Then that surge of electricity flows between us, and it’s heightened tenfold.
He grinds his hips into me and pulls his lips from mine. “See? Don’t you feel that? Don’t you want to keep that spark alive?”
My breathing stops as I get lost in his eyes, but then I remember why I’m mad at him. “No,” I yell in his face and push with everything I have to get him away from me.
He budges just enough for me to slip out, but before I can make my escape, he grabs my wrist, pulling me back to him. He pushes me against the wall again, entrapping me with his entire body this time.
“Let me go, or I’ll scream,” I start soft but belt it out toward the end as my throbbing clit makes herself known. But even to my ears, the threat is hollow.
This is why I need to get away from him—my ability to think clearly is extinguished whenever he’s close.
“Baby, the only thing you’ll be screaming is my name,” he replies, forcing his lips to mine.
I struggle against him, but his touch sends a heat through me that’s setting my skin on fire. So I bring my hands to his shoulders to try to push him away from me, but the urge to flee is fading as fast as the desire to surrender to him is overpowering me.
Colt’s hands make their way down my body as his tongue collides with mine. His hands skim the bottom of my dress and then make their way up. It’s then that I realize I’m panting with want.
I want him.
I need him.
I love him.
I haven’t had Colt inside me for so long that my body craves every part of him, even though my brain tells me to walk away.
By the time I recognize the sound of tearing fabric, it’s too late, and my panties are already falling to the ground. He grinds his hips into me, and I can’t help the intense moan that escapes my mouth into his.
“That’s it, baby,” he demands, then slides two fingers inside me.
My head falls back against the wall, and his mouth instantly crushes against mine. My breathing is heavy while he finger fucks me into submission.
Too soon, he’s withdrawing his fingers, sliding them into his mouth, and sucking them clean with an audible groan.
I stand here panting while he hitches my dress up slightly—I’m worked up and desperate for more.
Colt wastes no time pulling away from the wall to undo his zipper and take out his rock-hard cock.
It’s been too long, and I can’t help but wrap my hand around his length, stroking him up and down.
“Oh baby, I’ve missed your hands around my cock, but I’ve missed this even more,” he murmurs, pulling my leg up and wrapping it around him as he enters me quickly, both of us moaning at the feeling of being connected again after so long apart.
He grips my thigh tight, sliding deeper inside me.
His other hand fists in my hair, pulling my mouth onto his almost painfully.
It’s like he can’t get close enough to me, and I relish in his touch.
His mouth stays connected to mine as he thrusts into me against the alley wall, the friction of him sliding in and out, working me up quickly.
With each thrust, we’re both panting and moaning.
A passerby would know what’s happening, but I don’t care.
I want him.
All of him.
And I eagerly take what he gives me.
Colt drives into me while the heat rages into a full inferno, and my body trembles with pleasure.
I feel lightheaded as he works me up faster than ever before.
My hands move to the back of his neck, fisting in his hair.
When he shifts his hands to my ass and lifts me off the ground, I stutter a moan.
The jolt sends an intense pulse between my legs.
He pushes me flush against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist, with my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. We’re the closest to each other you can get, but I need more.
“More,” I beg, my mouth colliding with his before he moans my name repeatedly.
He grinds his hips against mine in response, giving me that bit extra I need. My mouth goes dry, and my body reacts in a way it never has before. Then he thrusts hard and fast, and my whole body feels as light as a feather.
My skin breaks out in goose bumps—pins and needles everywhere. My nerve endings are firing, causing every place Colt touches to tingle with desire. Each time he pulls out, only to slide back in, it feels like the first time, and it’s so astonishingly pleasurable I start to cry.
Colt’s tongue collides with mine, sending me over the edge into a sensational climax that lasts longer than any other.
My body convulses, and while I try my hardest not to scream out in pleasure, it doesn’t work.
Thankfully, he muffles my moans with his mouth while his warm explosion inside me sends tingles up and down my spine.
Colt thrusts in me again, emptying himself fully with a long, drawn-out moan. He holds me, our mouths still connected while we calm our breathing.
That was intense.
Incredibly intense.
I open my tear-soaked eyes to see that he, too, has tears. He rests his forehead against mine, and we stare at each other, reigniting that undeniable spark between us.
He carefully sets my feet back down to earth and leans against me.
When he pulls out of me with a low groan, we both mourn the loss, followed by a sharp hiss between our teeth.
Neither of us is willing to let this moment end too quickly, with our movements slow and languid.
He carefully pulls my dress down and then puts his cock away.
Entirely spent and satiated, I still can’t stop the shuddering breathing while watching him.
He takes my breath away.
The temptation is too much for me to fight, too strong to ignore.
He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving mine.
But this time, I’m not running. I’m not pushing Colt away.
I step toward him, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, you arsehole,” I grit out, grabbing his shirt and yanking him toward me. Then, I crash my lips against his, kissing him with everything I have.
Colt chuckles under his breath, low and amused, the sound vibrating between us.
And in this moment, despite everything…
I think we might just be okay.