Chapter 18 #2
Clearing the last step, I notice something different out of the corner of my eye.
I glance out the window facing the backyard, admiring how the full moon casts light on the grass, the blades like silver swords.
It’s almost entirely dark outside, besides the moon, the stars, and the solar lights along the path.
Rossco isn’t in the yard like he usually is, so I’m assuming he’s inside with Colten somewhere. But that’s not the only unusual thing.
The curtains in Colten’s cabin are always closed. But tonight, there’s one area with the curtains open—the room on the side of the house closest to the garden.
With the tower high and the house lower in the yard, I can only see part of the carpet and what looks like an accent chair with a side table and a glass of some amber liquor.
I grasp my towel, pulling it tighter and tucking it in to secure it around myself. Strands of wet hair drip onto my collarbone, the water skating down my stomach. I approach the window closer, nearly tumbling back when Colten steps into view behind the window.
God, these Lindenvale brothers are going to be the cause of my death.
He stands in front of the chair with his back turned to the window in nothing but a pair of jeans.
The black tattoos embedded in his skin are on full display, running over one arm, across his shoulder, and down part of his back.
I practically press my forehead to the glass, wanting to see the artwork, but it’s blurred from this far away.
If I focus enough, some of the shapes on his back look like feathers.
He lifts an arm, pulling his fingers through his tussled hair. My mouth unexpectedly waters when the muscles in his back ripple and flex. Whatever thought I’m forming evaporates from my mind as quickly as the water droplets on my overheated skin.
He’s irritatingly hot.
He may terrify the shit out of me, but at this moment, I’m itching to touch him—to find out if the palpable intimidation he exudes could soak into my fingertips and seep into my bones.
But it looks like someone else gets that privilege. A brunette with long, curled hair stalks toward him. She nods at something he says while wetting her lips and dropping onto her knees. Her large, bare breasts bob, sending a shock wave of ice scraping against every nerve ending.
I want to look away, but my eyes are glued to what’s happening before me.
He shifts his position, giving me a side profile of both of them.
Colten fiddles with his belt, whipping it out of the loops effortlessly as if he had done that motion a million times before.
And I’m guessing he has since he slips the leather back into the buckle and fastens it around her neck.
The woman eagerly reaches for his jeans, where the band of his boxers peeks out.
She tugs them down to his ankles, letting his erection spring free.
My hand flies to slap over my mouth.
Oh my God.
She’s completely bare; he’s glorious and…naked. I can see everything.
The size of his cock hits me like a baseball bat to the backs of my legs. I’m about to be on my knees for this man purely from the sight of his dick. He won’t even know he has two women on their knees for him.
He holds that much power, and my stomach churns at the thought that he has this effect on me after everything. It might as well be as big as a baseball bat because, holy shit, he looks massive even from here.
He bends over, saying something into her ear, and she nods submissively.
Grabbing the leather belt around her neck, he wraps it in his fist. Her tongue darts out, and he pulls on the belt, tugging her head toward him, and effortlessly slides his cock between her lips.
His other hand, the one not clutching onto the leather, grips the nape of her neck, thrusting in and out of her mouth deliberately.
I observe them as liquid heat rushes between my legs.
I shouldn’t be watching this.
I should be crawling into bed.
But the window is open.
Ugh. It’s his own damn fault.
The strong muscles in his shoulders stiffen, his head falling backward in pleasure. Seeing him all ragged like this makes my clit throb and my chest rise and fall more hectically with each breath I’m struggling to take.
I wonder what he’s thinking about.
He claims her mouth like a man who’s been celibate for years, which is flustering since women come in and out of his house every night.
I nip my lip a little too hard when he buries himself to the hilt.
She struggles, her arms gripping onto his thighs, but he still holds her there until he’s ready to let her go.
Her body convulses, choking on his cock.
He releases her head, and she jerks back.
Saliva drips down her chin and onto her breasts as she sucks in the air he deprived her of.
That’s how I looked that night with Cameron and Brennan in the orchard. Their hands in my hair, gripping my neck, shoving themselves down my throat. Fire swarms in my lower belly, imagining it.
The woman bats her lashes at Colten, flinching as he reaches down, pinching her nipples.
I try to swallow, but my dehydrated throat is making my tongue feel like sandpaper. The water from my strands of hair trapped under the towel around me drips down my rib cage, the cool droplets doing nothing to chill my burning temperature.
I’m unable to understand why she enjoys being treated like that. But I can’t get the night with the twins out of my head, so maybe there’s a twisted part of me that finds pleasure in feeling helpless, too.
His hold on the belt becomes more forceful when he hauls her to her feet. Colten faces me now as he backs her into the window. She’s nearly touching the glass, but then he shocks me when he grips her hips and flips her around to face me.
My panic meter is teetering on extreme.
Back away from the window, Taryn.
He turns her face, pressing his solid frame against hers, so her cheek and breasts are plastered to the window like she’s one of those gooey holiday stickers I used to put on the window in my classroom.
He arches her ass up in the air, sliding his hand between her thighs as a shock wave of tingles sparks between mine.
As if he senses my presence, his head tilts upward, his gaze capturing me hostage.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Colten’s stare incapacitates every part of my body, but even acknowledging my presence doesn’t stop him. His fingers drift between her thighs, back and forth. The tremble that racks through my body is catastrophic, and somehow, I think he senses it by the cunning smirk transforming his mouth.
Colten knew I was here the whole time. He purposefully left the curtains open, knowing I’d be watching from the attic like a ghost.
He removes his hand, using the same one to grip his cock as he tears a package with his teeth, slipping on a condom.
Pushing his hips forward, he thrusts inside her, smacking his palm flat on the window for stability.
I swear the vibration of the glass shudders through the yard, through the bones of the house, and straight to my clit.
He throws his head back again while shoving hers more aggressively into the glass as he drives into her ruthlessly.
Two can play this game.
A spark of courage shocks me, my trembling fingers dipping to where the towel is tucked, securing it around me.
Plucking at the white cloth, I let it cascade down my body like water, turning it into a puddle at my feet.
I see the reflection of my naked body in the mirror, my rosy nipples hard from the air conditioning traveling across my skin.
I shaved everything in the shower tonight because I never know when the next punishment will be in store. He can’t see the lower half of my body, but it’s still exciting and nerve-racking to let myself confidently have this moment.
It takes only a second for his eyes to find me again, exposed behind the window. His entire body goes rigid, solidifying whatever glimmer of boldness is bubbling in my veins.
I’m the one smirking now, and it feels good—freeing.
I could play a little more. Push it further. See how he likes to be toyed with.
Gliding my fingertips over my collarbone, I reminisce about how Brennan touched me. They slide down my chest, and I fondle my breasts, letting a whimper escape my throat that sounds thunderous in the silent void of my room.
My eyes focus on his sternum; the subtle hint of his chest rising and falling from this far away is mesmerizing.
He’s breathing harder than he was before.
I’m making him breathless, and that authority goes straight to my stubborn head.
It’s time to push him a little further. He deserves every bit of torture for what he’s put me through.
Holding up my middle and ring fingers, they hover in front of my lips.
Colten slowly shakes his head in warning.
I nod, saying yes.
He crashes his palm against the window so hard that I’m surprised he doesn’t shatter the glass. He’s giving me a glare that could kill me, but he can’t touch me.
I’m untouchable. At least right now.
I chuckle, feeling lighter than I have in days.
Slipping my fingers in my mouth, I swirl my tongue to wet them. His thrusting movements slow as he watches me. I remove them, place them on my stomach, and leisurely slide them down my clammy and heated skin, not letting my eyes stray from his.
He shakes his head, telling me no again, but I don’t listen.
My fingers slip between my soaked seam, and my mouth falls open, releasing a moan that causes Colten’s body to constrict and jerk instantly.
He strikes the glass angrily with his fist a few times before he pulls out, gripping the condom hastily and tossing it carelessly to the side before he climaxes all over the woman’s back.
To be honest, I completely forgot she was there. I only saw him and me in this battle.
Withdrawing my fingers, I raise the wet middle one at him, and it glistens in the lamplight. The last thing I gift him is a fuck-you smile before spinning on my heels. I know without a doubt in my mind he’s going to be pissed beyond what I thought possible.
I don’t care, nor do I spare him a second glance.
I crawl into bed naked, waiting for the guilt to eat me alive. But it doesn’t. I’m soaking in it right now, and it feels fantastic.
There’s so much tension stirring and pulling at my body right now that I need to find another way to release it.
I need to go on a run tomorrow morning.