Chapter 20
TWENTY | TARYN
Iwent on a run.
A run.
I wasn’t running away.
I wasn’t escaping.
I was blowing off steam.
But somehow, I still find myself draped over Colten’s shoulder like I’m the sweat rag he’s using after a workout at the gym. His muscles flex under my frame, and my eyes roll. What it must be like to be that gym towel skating over his body.
Rossco is in the distance, rolling contently in the grass shaded by trees on the side of the road. His black body continues shrinking in size as Colten marches me to his truck to take me back to the house.
I squirm, resulting in his palm smacking my ass again. The sting tightens every muscle in his firm hold. A whimper escapes my lips.
We reach the truck, and he flings the door open and effortlessly tosses me into the passenger seat. The center console digs into my back, and my legs hang off the seat out the door.
“Ready for your punishment, Little Ghost?”
“Colten, I was just on a run! I swear,” I squeal, my heart bashing against my ribs so violently I’m afraid they are going to explode.
He tsks. “Maybe so. But you’ve broken some of the other rules, too.” I tilt my head, not understanding. What did I do? “You left Elena and Tristan alone.”
“Jess is there!”
“She’s still asleep, Taryn,” Colten responds.
My eyes pierce his. “Semantics. You can’t tell me she gets up with them every morning when they wake up. You’re just digging for reasons to punish me!” My clit throbs at the thought.
He smirks, making him appear like a dark god. “Do you remember what I said that day in the office when you used that tone with me?”
Yes. I don’t have to think about it because I’ve thought about it more than I want to.
“Do you want me to pull down my panties so you can drug test me, sir?”
“If you speak to me like that again, I’ll bend you over this desk, rip them off, and shove them in your hot little mouth as punishment for using a tone like that with me.”
Oh, God.
I shouldn’t want him to touch me, but my limbs are vibrating with the need to feel his hands on me.
He reaches for the band of my shorts and tugs them down, his eyes falling to the red lacey thong I’m wearing.
His jaw flexes, and I know he sees the spot on my underwear that shows him the reaction I have to his presence.
He places his palms on the seat and leans over me, holding my eyes captive. “I keep my promises.”
Drifting his hands up my thighs, my legs fall open spontaneously to give him better access.
When Colten’s thumb contacts my clit, the slightest touch sends sparks bolting through my body.
He moves in circular motions, the wet material on my sensitive bundle of nerves forcing me to lean against the center console.
I grip the seat, my lashes fluttering at how talented his fingers are.
“Look how soaked you are.”
I inhale a sharp breath.
My panties rub and tighten against my skin painfully, and I don’t realize what’s happening until the sound of material tearing reaches my ears.
Chills break out across my skin, and I sit up, my eyes magnetized to his heated ones.
He holds up his hand, my torn underwear hanging from his index finger.
“Open wide,” he orders.
I swallow, letting my legs fall open wider.
His head tilts, unamused. “Open your mouth.”
Oh, shit.
I shake my head at the same time he nods. Inhaling a deep breath, I open my mouth, and he shoves the red material in with his fingers so my own arousal is sitting on my tongue.
Colten grips my thighs and tugs me to the very edge, granting himself easy access because of the lift he has on his truck. He adjusts the seat, sliding it forward. He rests one of my feet on the dash and slides the other between the wall and the headrest, spreading me completely open.
I try to speak to tell him I’ve never done anything like this before, but it comes out as gibberish through the underwear he stuffed in my mouth.
He laughs at my attempt and places his palm on my chest, pressing my body back down.
The other hand slithers below my tank top, pushing the material up my abdomen.
He cups a breast, my heart thumping when he moves to the other, pinching a nipple, and my back arches at the pleasure I get from the pain.
His eyes lock onto my dripping core. “God, this cunt is perfect, wet, and ready for me to take whatever I want; however, I want.”
He keeps one hand switching between my breasts while the other lowers to my pussy.
He swipes a finger through my center, spreading my arousal around as he presses his thumb to my clit.
Colten’s movements are precise—so mind-bending that my nails are digging into the passenger seat hard enough that I wonder if they’ll pierce through the leather.
I lift my head to watch him, and the moment he meets my eye, his head tips down, his hot breath fanning over my pussy.
He grins against me before gliding his tongue up and down my seam, controlling his movements like an oral mastermind.
He holds my gaze, and I moan when the tip of his tongue flicks my clit, stirring the warmth in my belly.
By the way his eyes scan my face, I can tell he enjoys watching me watch him.
Warmth floods through my body, melting me into the seat.
He straightens and slaps my pussy, making me screech through the panties in my mouth. “Do you think you’ll like coming on my fingers more than yours?”
His words pour over my blistering skin like lava, searing me to the bone. My already muddled breathing from running is turning into pants with every erotic and filthy sentence emerging from his mouth.
Holding up his middle and ring finger like I did last night, he spits on my core and shoves them into my wet pussy with his palm facing upward.
He immediately finds the spot that has my body shaking beneath him and my eyes rolling back into my head.
I moan, hearing the wet sounds that his fingers and my pussy are making.
His head falls back down, his tongue magically overworking that other spot that has specks of white dotting my vision.
All three sensations of his fingers thrusting in and out, and my panties rubbing against my tongue while his flicks up and down, licking and sucking, have my vision blurring and tears gathering in the corners of my eyes from how good it feels to be touched.
Colten glances back up at me. While one of his hands works inside of me, the other reaches for the panties in my mouth, pulling them out. He tosses them to the back seat.
“Did my brothers make you feel this good?” he asks seriously, the pace of his talented fingers starting to make the corners of my vision blacken.
“No,” I breathe, nearing the crest of my orgasm. “Oh, shit. Colten—”
He pulls his fingers out and stares at my core. “Your cunt is so pretty when it’s flushed and begging for more than just my fingers.”
The longer he stands there, the more it fades, and fades, until my heart plummets, wanting more. But I know he won’t give it to me.
His whistle slices through the air, making me jump. “Let’s go, Rossco,” he yells, walking around the front of the truck to the driver’s seat.
I sit up, my body sore and aching from the position he had me in, and I pull my shorts up. He opens the back door, letting Rossco climb in before he situates himself in the seat next to me.
I reach for my seat belt angrily and secure the buckle. “You’re an asshole.”
The only response I get from him for the entire ride back to the house is his vexing smirk. I’m thankful the silence ends when he pulls around the roundabout, and we both hop out, heading into the house. But I’m marching straight to the bathroom on the bottom floor near the kitchen.
I need to get out of here.
Not because of Cameron and Brennan.
Not because of Jess.
Not because of those two sweet little faces in that kitchen with me this morning.
It’s because of him. Colten fucking Lindenvale.
“Miss Taryn!” I don’t even bother to stop and speak to Elena as she runs toward me from the living room.
Parading straight past her, I walk toward the back entryway but take a left into the bathroom and slam the door. The sound and vibration shake the whole bottom floor.
If Jess isn’t awake, she probably is now.
I turn and press my back against the door, sliding down it with my knees propped up, and release the tears I haven’t managed to cry since I got here.
I sob into my arms, feeling completely helpless and trapped, but between my sobs, I hear a sweet little voice on the other side of the door in the foyer—loud enough that I can understand them.
“You made her mad,” Elena says, I’m guessing to Colten.
Colten says nothing.
“She’s going to leave,” Elena shouts. “I like her, but you had to spank her and make her sad!”
I chuckle through the tears, not believing my ears. He told her he was going to spank me?
He remains silent.
“She’s going to leave because of you and never come back, just like Mommy and Daddy,” she screams, the tears evident in her voice, the tone shattering my heart into millions of tiny pieces.
Her little footsteps pound on the stairs. She’s headed for her room.
“I’m sorry, Elena,” Colten apologizes loudly. “I’ll fix it—I’ll talk to her.”
But Elena doesn’t respond; there’s just another slam of a door—this one soft and innocent.
I close my eyes, resting my head against the door. My heart softens, wanting to wrap her in my arms and tell her I’m not going anywhere. It’s almost been a week of being trapped on the hill, and this kid is already getting to me.
Making me attached. And that’s a problem.
Because as badly as I need to get off this property after this morning, I think the tiny human upstairs needs me more.