Chapter Thirteen #2
I ignore him, letting out a needy sound as I circle faster. “Kiss me, Colt,” I murmur.
But instead of leaning in, he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away.
I frown, frustrated, my body aching for more.
“Why’d you do that?” I ask breathlessly.
He closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s trying to find his balance and control.
When he opens them, they’re blazing with lust. “Because, Dee,” he says, voice rough.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. And I want all your pleasure to come from me.
No one else. Not even you.” The possessiveness in his tone sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
But I roll my eyes, stubborn as ever, determined to find my release. So, I move my hand back down, fingers slipping between my thighs to find my clit again. The instant I touch myself, a moan spills out, my head falling back against the pillow.
“Dee!” Colt snaps, grabbing my wrist and yanking it away again.
“Colt, seriously! If you’re not going to touch me, then I’m going to do it. I’m horny, and I need a release. You don’t want to deny me that, do you?” I challenge, blinking up at him through my lashes.
“Yes, Dee. I do want to deny you that,” he grits out. “It hurts you. I’m not letting you hurt yourself.”
I chuckle, exasperated but still burning for him. “Fine. I’ll wait till you’re asleep and finish myself off then,” I mutter, pulling the covers over me.
He huffs, shaking his head. “No, you won’t,” he says darkly. “No one gets your pleasure, Dee. Not even you.” The possessive dominance in his voice only makes my core throb harder.
“Fine,” I taunt, smirking.
“If you won’t let me do it when you’re asleep, I’ll do it now.” And before he can stop me, my hand slides back toward my soaking pussy.
He groans and snatches hold of my wrist, halting my hand before I can touch myself. The force of it has me panting with need. Colt pins my wrist above my head, leaning over me, his gaze locked on mine. “You’re not gonna stop until you get what you want, are you?” he mutters.
My eyes, heavy with lust, stay locked on his as I shake my head slowly, smiling wickedly.
Another groan tears from his throat, and then his mouth crashes to mine. I meet his kiss fiercely, my tongue sweeping into his mouth while he keeps my wrist trapped tight in his grasp.
“I love you, Dee,” he breathes against my lips.
“And if this hurts you, I’m gonna be fucking furious.
But you forced my hand because I won’t let you touch yourself.
Now you better scream for me, baby.” His voice is low and guttural, sending a shiver through my whole body.
He releases my wrist and slides his hand down the length of me until he’s exactly where I need him.
My plan worked perfectly.
His mouth claims mine again as his fingers find my clit, circling in slow, devastating movements.
I gasp into his mouth, arching my hips to grind against his touch, desperate for more.
He swirls over the bundle of nerves, and my body ignites, trembling under his hand.
The long build-up has left me so strung out that even the lightest contact feels like fire racing over my skin.
Every slow swirl, every precise stroke, has me moaning into his mouth, my breathing ragged. His own groan vibrates against my lips, his thick erection pressing hard against my hip, proof that he’s just as lost in this as I am.
The room fills with the sounds of our moans and broken gasps, the sheets rustling beneath us.
I’m close—so close—my body locking up tight, toes curling as the tension coils low in my belly.
Then, with one final swirl of Colt’s finger, pleasure crashes through me, and I cry out against his mouth.
The orgasm rips through me, but with it comes a sharp pain, tearing at my scar just like last time.
I hide my grimace, masking it with the cries of release before his hand stills.
He immediately moves his touch to my stomach, just above the scar, as if sensing the shift in me that I tried to hide from him.
I cling to his kiss, needing it, riding out the pain while he strokes soothing circles over my skin.
His touch, his love, it somehow eases the ache better than anything else could.
Slowly, Colt pulls back from the kiss, brushing his nose lightly against mine, both of us breathing hard. “I can’t believe you made me do that,” he says, voice rough, a little defeated even.
I smile softly through the lingering haze of pleasure and reach up, cradling his jaw between my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine. Actually, I’m perfect,” I tell him quickly.
Colt shakes his head, frowning hard. “Why don’t I believe you?”
Dammit! Cover officially blown.
Maybe my moans weren’t as convincing as I thought.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you believe me?” I try, my voice light, but he’s not buying it.
“Probably because you tried to muffle your pained moans.” He sighs, frustrated.
“I hope you enjoyed that, Dee, because it’s the last time I’m touching you.
And this time, I mean it.” He shifts, his whole body tense with anger and concern.
“Any sexual activity is now officially out of bounds until we get the all-clear from your doctor. And even then,” he adds darkly.
“I might not touch you for a while to punish you for this little stunt.”
His voice softens, but it’s thick with emotion. “I love you. But I. Will. Not. Hurt. You. Again. No matter what kind of cunning plan you come up with.” He presses a kiss to my forehead—gentle, heartbreaking—and rolls onto his side, turning his back to me.
I bite my bottom lip, guilt gnawing at me.
Maybe that wasn’t the most brilliant idea after all.
Now Colt’s pissed, and it’s all my fault.
I make myself comfortable under the covers. Even though it’s way more comfortable to lie on my back because of the cast, I decide I need to let Colt know I’m sorry. So I shift carefully onto my side, facing him, and wrap my arm around his waist, pressing my front to his back.
I kiss his shoulder gently.
His hand finds mine and pulls it to his chest, entwining our fingers over his heart.
I sigh in relief before whispering, “Are you really mad at me?”
He shakes his head. “No, baby. I’m mad at myself.”
“I’m sorry I made you do that,” I murmur. “Once again, I was only thinking about myself. It’s just… I miss you. I miss feeling you.”
Colt shifts, turning to face me.
The look in his eyes guts me.
“I know,” he says roughly. “You have no idea how much I want to make love to you, Dee. I ache for you. I burn for you. But the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you, and I keep doing it.” He glances away like he can’t stand to see the guilt on my face.
“Colt, you’re an amazing fiancé. The best,” I say firmly.
“You’ve put up with so much from me, and honestly, I can’t even imagine how horrible it was for you after the accident.
I know I haven’t been the nicest person to be around, and I know I’ve been miserable.
But today changed all that. Knowing we can have a family, that Anna is helping us…
I couldn’t be happier. And I’m so fucking glad it’s you by my side through all of it. I wouldn’t want anyone else. Ever.”
He pulls back just a little, smirking, and I raise an eyebrow, confused.
“You know what hearing you swear does to me,” he says, smirk widening. “It makes me hard as hell.”
Before I can say anything, he leans in and kisses me softly, and I giggle against his lips.
“I only started swearing when I met you, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. And I fucking love it,” he murmurs, kissing me again, softer this time, before pulling me close.
He cuddles me against his chest, and just like he does every night, he starts to hum, the sound low and soothing, helping me drift off to sleep.