Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
COLT
The early morning light seeps through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.
I lie there for a moment, savoring the warmth of Elena curled up against me.
She looks peaceful, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath.
I can’t help but smile, feeling a surge of affection as I take in the sight of her.
But there’s something else stirring inside me—an insatiable hunger that’s been building since last night.
I glance down at her, my thoughts racing back to the way she felt, the sounds she made, and the way her body responded to me.
It’s like a fire ignited within me, and I’m eager to stoke those flames again.
With careful movements, I shift, slipping out from under her without disturbing her too much.
I can’t resist the urge to tease her awake.
I kneel beside the bed, my gaze lingering on her beautiful form, the way her bikini top still clings to her curves, the fabric accentuating every perfect inch of her.
I lean down, brushing my lips against her shoulder, planting soft kisses that trail toward her inner thigh. I watch as she stirs, her body instinctively reacting to my touch, and a thrill runs through me.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I whisper, my voice low and husky.
She murmurs something unintelligible, and I can see the sleep still clinging to her. But I’m not done yet. I want to wake her up in the most delicious way possible.
With a teasing grin, I lean closer, giving her a gentle kiss on her thigh before letting my tongue flick out, teasing against the delicate skin. I can hear her breath hitch, and I can’t help but smirk at her reaction.
“Colt,” she breathes, her voice thick with sleep and confusion, but I only intensify my movements, trailing kisses closer to where she wants me most. “What are we…what are we doing?”
“Just relax,” I murmur against her skin, and when I feel her legs part slightly, it’s enough encouragement for me to dive in, my tongue swirling over her most sensitive spot.
Her reaction is instantaneous. She gasps, arching her back as I continue to explore, the taste of her intoxicating. I can feel her body responding, the way her hips begin to move with a rhythm that matches mine. I’m hungry for her, eager to draw out every sound from her lips as I pleasure her.
“God, Colt,” she moans, her voice husky, and that just fuels my desire even more. I keep going, teasing and tasting, pushing her closer to the edge, reveling in the way she writhes beneath me.
“Come on, baby,” I whisper, my breath hot against her. “Let go for me like I know you can.”
Her body tenses, and I can feel the tension building as I work her higher and higher. I want to see her come undone, to watch her lose herself in pleasure, and I’m determined to make it happen.
“Colt, I... I can’t,” she gasps, and I feel a rush of pride at the effect I have on her.
“Yes, you can,” I urge, my tongue flicking faster, my fingers pressing against her thighs to keep her open for me, fully at my mercy.
With a final, desperate cry, she comes, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over her. I don’t stop, riding her high, wanting to feel every tremor, every convulsion as she shatters around me.
As she comes down from her high, I pull back, watching her with a smirk as she gasps for breath, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half-open, filled with a mix of surprise and pleasure.
“Good morning,” I say, a satisfied grin spreading across my face. “I think you’re finally understanding the meaning of ‘not an optional side quest.’”
She looks up at me, her expression a mix of disbelief and delight. “You’re insatiable,” she murmurs, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Only for you,” I reply, leaning down to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
As I lean back and watch her, a playful gleam flickers in her eyes. She shifts slightly, propping herself up on her elbows, and I can feel the anticipation crackle in the air.
“Really? Hard again?” she asks, her voice laced with a teasing tone as she wraps her hand around me, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.
I shrug, a smirk playing on my lips. “What can I say? You have that effect on me.”
She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What?” I ask, feigning innocence, even though I know exactly what she’s thinking.
“Why are you staring at my dick?” I can’t help but chuckle at her straightforwardness, but there’s a truth behind her words that sends a rush of heat through me.
“It’s just...you have a beautiful dick,” she replies, her gaze unwavering as she gives me a slow stroke that makes it hard to focus on anything else.
Before I can respond, she leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s both soft and hungry. I can feel the warmth of her body against mine, the way her other hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer. As our mouths move together, the world outside fades away, and all I can think about is her.
“Damn, you’re something else,” I murmur against her lips, feeling a surge of desire as I pull back to look into her eyes.
“This time,” I say, my voice low and commanding, “I want your eyes on mine when you come.”
Her breath catches, and I can see the heat flush across her cheeks as she nods, anticipation shimmering in the air between us. With a firm hand, I guide her back onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs.
I take a moment to savor the sight of her, the way she looks all flustered and eager, and then I push into her, filling her completely. The sensation of her heat enveloping me is intoxicating, and I groan as I start to move, setting a cadence.
“Look at me, Elena,” I instruct, my voice thick with desire, and she does, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of need and longing.
“Just like that,” I encourage, my thrusts becoming more pronounced, driving deeper as I want her to feel every inch of me. “I want to see you fall apart for me.”
Her breath hitches, and I can see the way her body begins to respond, the tension building as I push her closer to the edge. “Colt,” she gasps, her voice a desperate plea, and it fuels my desire even more.
“Eyes on me,” I command, my grip on her hips tightening as I quicken my pace, determined to push her to that precipice.
The way her eyes shine, the way her body responds to me, is everything I could ever want. I can feel her getting closer, the heat radiating off her as she bites her lip, trying to hold on just a little longer.
“Perfect, baby. Take me just like that,” I urge, my voice low and filled with urgency.
With a final, shuddering breath, she lets go, her body convulsing around me as she rides the wave of pleasure. The sight of her, completely lost in the moment, sends me over the edge, and I thrust into her one last time, feeling the heat of her climax envelop me as I release inside her.
“God, you’re incredible,” I murmur, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I collapse beside her, still feeling the aftershocks shivering through my spine.
For a moment, all I hear is her breath.
Soft. Quick.
The sound of someone trying to come back into their body.
Then something unexpected.
“Come to Cabo with me,” she blurts out.
My brain short-circuits like someone just dumped a bucket of ice water over me.
“…What?”
She blushes immediately, cheeks heating, eyes darting anywhere but me.
“It was impulsive,” she mutters. “You don’t have to—forget I said it.”
Oh no.
No, I definitely heard that.
“You want me,” I say slowly, turning on my side to face her, “to be your… boytoy in Cabo?”
Her lips twitch. “Is that what you think I meant?”
“Well,” I say, brushing a thumb over her hip, “you did just wake up with your thighs around my face, so—yeah. Seems plausible.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling now.
That soft, nervous, too-honest smile that makes heat crawl up my neck.
“Colt,” she whispers. “What if you were my boyfriend?”
Every muscle in my body goes still.
“Really?” My voice comes out lower than I intend. “You’d want that?”
She nods—barely—but it’s enough to knock the breath right out of my chest.
“If you would,” she adds, quieter.
I sit up a little, smirking because otherwise I might start feeling things too fast.
“Did you just ask me to be your boyfriend?” I tease. “I thought we were keeping this casual.”
She laughs weakly, then meets my eyes—and this time she doesn’t look away.
“This stopped being casual for me a long time ago.”
Fuck.
Something hits me right in the center of my ribs.
Heavy but good.
And also, a little terrifying.
I exhale. “When’s the flight?”
“Next Monday.”
My stomach drops.
Damn.
Of course.
“Oh,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck. “I, uh… start football on Tuesday.”
Her head jerks up. “Football?”
“Yeah.” I let out a breath. “Semi-pro team reached out. Saw my old highlights. Asked me to come try out. I wasn’t going to tell you yet, but…I got the offer.”
Her eyes widen.
“Colt. That’s incredible. What about personal training?”
“Oh, Damien fired me.”
“What?”
“It’s kinda because of you,” I admit, looking down.
“I’m so, so sorry.” She puts her hand on her heart.
“No, I don’t care about that job anyway. I mean it’s because of you that I’ve got interest in a new football gig. You pushed me. Believed in me. You made me think maybe I wasn’t done.”
Her expression softens in a way that makes my heart thump unevenly.
“Well…that’s too bad, then,” she murmurs, trying to mask disappointment but not doing a great job. “I mean, too bad you start next Monday. Happy that you got a new gig though.”
Silence hangs for a beat.
Then I blurt:
“I could ask for a later start date.”
“Oh.” She pauses. “Seriously?”
“Tell the coach I’m on my honeymoon or something.”
Her mouth falls open.
“I asked you to be my boyfriend, not my husband!”
“Details,” I shrug.
She swats me with a pillow. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” I say, leaning over her, “and you like it.”
“Do I?” she challenges, breath catching as I brush my lips over her collarbone.
Her legs shift beneath the sheets—nervous or eager, I can’t tell.
Then she whispers, “Are you…turned on again?”
I smirk.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether you are.”
Her cheeks go scarlet.
“I mean… at least get a girl some brunch,” she mutters.
I laugh, low and satisfied, letting my hand trace down her stomach.
“Brunch first,” I say. “Then we can renegotiate the contract.”
She throws her head back on the pillow, groaning.
“God, you’re trouble.”
I kiss the corner of her mouth, slow and deep and possessive.
“You asked me to be your boyfriend,” I murmur. “I’m just trying to live up to the job description. So maybe I can get a promotion at some point.”
She giggles, and my hand runs along her thigh.
Yeah. This is good. Really good.