23 | Stayin’ over 🔥🔥🔥
CLEMENTINE
Colton parks crooked, door already open before he even kills the engine. We tumble out of the truck and up onto the porch, mouths fused, his hands everywhere, hungry but careful.
I turn in his arms and fumble the key into the lock, his hard length grinding into me from behind, nearly making me lose my balance.
I push the door open, and Colton stills. I glance over my shoulder.
“Cold feet?” I tease, cocking a brow.
His lips twitch, but his grip on my hips tightens. “We’re still on a date, Tiny.”
I blink, thrown. “And?”
“I’m just droppin’ you off.”
I spin in his arms, narrowing my eyes. “Colton McGraw, you promised me—”
He cuts me off with a whisper rough as gravel. “Kiss me goodnight.”
“I thought you were—”
“Kiss me goodnight, Tiny.” His voice dips lower, dangerous but warm. “Before I pin you to that wall and take what I’ve been thinkin’ about all night right here on the porch.”
I roll my eyes, but he’s too intoxicating to ignore. I rise to my tiptoes, wrap my arms around his neck, and press my mouth to his in a slow, aching kiss.
Colton’s arms snake around my waist, drawing me flush until I can feel every hard inch of him, but he doesn’t move, just holds me there like he’s memorizing the moment.
“Tell me goodnight,” he murmurs against my lips, voice all gravel and edge.
“I don’t want to—”
His fingers flex at my hips, thumbs pressing into my skin. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told, darlin’.”
I scoff. “You know what—yeah, that’s enough. Good night, Colton.”
His grin is slow and sinful, like he’s just won a game. “I had a real good time with you, sweetheart. Wouldn’t mind takin’ you out again.”
I brush a lock of hair from my face, playing along. “You had a real good chance of getting to… up until a few moments ago.”
He leans in, lips brushing my cheekbone, his drawl low enough to make my knees weak. “So you ain’t gonna invite me in?”
I slowly shake my head at him. “You’re not seriously doing this as part of a bit, are you?”
His thumb finds my jaw, tilting my face up. “I’m dead serious, Tiny.” He kisses me again, slow and deep, then steps back just enough for me to feel the loss. “You want me inside? You gotta ask me, darlin’.”
I pull away and give him a long look. Then I sigh, and step inside, holding open the door. “Would you like to come in?”
He takes off his hat and nods. “Yes ma’am.” He toes off his boots as he steps inside, and when he turns to me, his eyes are darker than before. He steps closer, crowding me against the wall, and kisses me, slow, hot and reverent.
“This is still our first date, darlin’,” he drawls softly, forehead resting against mine. “So I’m gonna take my time. Gonna kiss you proper, undress you slow, make sure you remember exactly how it feels to be loved right.”
My chest heaves. “Colton…”
“Shh.” His thumb strokes my cheekbone. “You just let me take care of you.”
He picks me up and strides down the hall. My breath hitches when he nudges the bedroom door open with his foot. My whole world narrows to the scrape of his stubble against my cheek, the warmth of his body, and the steady thump of his heart against my chest.
He lays me back against the bed, then sits beside me, drinking me in. His calloused hand runs up the length of my thigh, slow enough to make me tremble.
“Keep your eyes on me, Tiny. I want you looking at me the whole time tonight.”
I nod, throat too tight to speak.
His hands gather the fabric of my dress and peel it off slowly, kissing every inch of skin he exposes.
When we’re both naked, Colton pulls me on top of him, settling back against the pillows. His hands cup the backs of my thighs and he lifts me until I’m hovering over his hard length, wet and aching for him. “Sit back on my cock, baby. I want you to ride me.”
I swallow and shift, steadying myself on his shoulders as I slowly lower myself down. Colton fists his shaft with one hand, gently guiding his tip into my slick heat. His other palm helps me down until he’s buried so deep I swear I can’t breathe.
“Easy now,” he murmurs, eyes locked on mine. “Settle in, darlin’. Just like I showed you on that horse—take your time.”
My hands brace against his chest, his heartbeat pounding steady beneath my palms. The stretch of him inside me is overwhelming, but the look in his eyes keeps me steady. Something sizzles in the air between us, and I swear it’s his gaze searing into my soul.
“That’s it,” he soothes, his thumbs brushing circles on my hips. “Find your balance. Feel me in you. Don’t rush it.”
I roll my hips carefully, and the sound that rumbles out of him makes my whole body clench tight.
“Good girl,” he breathes, head tipping back for a second. His eyes snap right back to mine though, dark and burning. “Now ride me, Tiny. Slow and steady. Just like I taught you.”
Heat flushes my skin as I move again, rocking over him, thighs trembling as his cock drags through me. Every shift makes me gasp, and he catches each one with a soft, filthy murmur.
“That’s it. Arch a little more—yeah, like that. Look at you, sittin’ so pretty on my cock.”
I moan, nails biting into his chest. He only grins, wicked and reverent all at once, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, the other still steady on my hip.
“Don’t you dare look away,” he says, voice rough. “Eyes on me, Clementine. Look at your man.”
My heart jumps, and I grind down harder, chasing the spark building between us.
Colton’s grip tightens on my hip. “Good girl,” he rasps, guiding my hips into a rhythm, slow and steady. “Feel how deep I am? Look at you, baby. Ridin’ me like you were made for it.”
His praise wrecks me—I can barely hold myself up, pleasure winding tighter with every roll of my hips.
“That’s it, baby,” he urges, voice gravel. “Right there—goddamn, yes. Keep movin’. Ride it out for me.”
My pace falters, thighs trembling, but he’s there, steady hands helping me through it. His thumb rubs my clit, slow and precise, and the world tips sideways.
“Colt—”
“Let go,” he orders, low and commanding. “Come for me in my lap, darlin’. Show me how well I’ve taught you to ride.”
The orgasm rips through me, sharp and all-consuming, my body bowing against him as I cry out. He sits up fast, mouth covering mine, swallowing every sound, holding me tight as I shudder around him.
He pulls back to look at me, eyes dragging over me as I slowly come back down to earth. “You’re so damn perfect,” he mutters, thumb brushing my nipple. “Gonna let me come inside you, darlin’? Gonna take all of me again?”
“Yes,” I whisper, still dizzy with it.
He groans, hips lifting to meet mine. “Hold on to me.”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and he takes over—driving up into me with slow, deep thrusts, his hands guiding me down until we’re both right at the edge again.
“Look at me,” he rasps. “Right here, Tiny.”
My eyes meet his just as the next wave hits. He groans, a raw sound, and spills into me, holding me tight to him as his release shudders through his whole body.
For a long moment we stay like that, joined and trembling, breathing each other in. His hand strokes my back in slow, lazy circles, lips brushing my temple.
“Get up.”
I tip my head just enough to glare at him. “So much for aftercare, huh?”
He grins, unbothered. “This is aftercare, baby. You’re drippin’ down your thighs. Go pee before you fall asleep and wind up with a UTI.”
I don’t budge. “Can’t walk.”
Colton shifts upright, gathering me against his chest like I weigh nothing. “Guess we’re crossin’ another boundary today.”
I wriggle free, wobbling to my feet on shaky legs. “You are not watching me pee, you freak. I’ll manage.”
He steadies me when I stumble, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “You sure? I grew up on a ranch, Tiny. Seen enough cows—”
I whirl, glaring daggers at him. “Think real long and hard before you finish that sentence, cowboy.”
He raises his hands in mock surrender, grin sly as sin. “Alright, alright. Offer stands if you change your mind.”
I drag myself toward the bathroom, muttering, and slam the door a little harder than necessary.
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COLTON
I wake to the soft weight of her. Warm skin against mine, tangled hair tickling my chest, her breath steady, deep.
For a moment I don’t move. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the way her bare thigh drapes over me, her small hand curled against my ribs like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I don’t even remember falling asleep—I doubt Clem would’ve let me stay over if she hadn’t fallen asleep first. But here I am. And here she is, naked and draped over me like I’m hers.
Which I am.
Her bare back rises and falls with slow breaths. She hogged the blanket in her sleep, tucking it against her chest. One breast is uncovered, her pink nipple standing proud on the soft, full swell. It takes everything I’ve got not to lean down and taste her.
I opt for her hair instead, brushing a kiss there, then slide out from beneath her as gently as I can.
I tug the blanket back over her, making sure she’s tucked in, then pad barefoot to the kitchen.
Clementine doesn’t wake up until the coffee’s gurgling. I’m sliding her eggs onto her plate when she finally shows.
“You’re still here.” She’s standing in the doorway, my shirt hanging off her small frame, and I simultaneously want to make her wear it forever and also rip it off her.
“Hope you don’t mind,” I murmur, pointing at the coffee. “I made myself useful.”
She sinks down in a chair, watching me finish up cooking.
Between sips of coffee, she sighs. “I need to run to town later, pick up some paint and fixtures. They’re starting on the bathroom today.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I cut her a look. “I’ll swing by the hardware store after I check the south pasture. Get whatever you need.”
Her brow furrows. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I tip my head back, looking at her. “It’s on my way anyhow.”
She studies me for a beat, then nods, hiding her smile in her mug. “Alright. Take me with you—I wanna see the calves. I need to get out of the house anyway.”
“Fine. Pack a bag. You’re stayin’ at my place tonight.” I try not to gloat as I jerk my chin toward the bathroom. “They’re gonna have this place torn to hell and back.”
She looks at me for a long moment, then sighs, cheeks pinking. “Fine. But only because of the renovations.”
I grin slowly, feeling like a damn king. “Sure, baby. Just that.”
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