Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT | COLTEN
My mouth magnetizes to hers, the impact as if two waves in a tsunami have finally collided, unleashing the wrath of the merciless sea.
The pads of my fingers press into the delicate cords in her neck, the patter below Taryn’s skin tapping viciously against my palm. Our breaths are ragged. Our hands wander, demanding to grip any part of each other we can hold on to. And as the seconds pass, her racing heart syncs with mine.
I lower my body, snaking my arms around her bare thighs.
Lifting her frame, her legs weave around my waist, her feet locking, her core flush against my hardening cock.
My tongue pierces through her soft lips to deepen the kiss, her tongue eagerly twirling with mine.
Her teeth nip my bottom lip, the sting transmitting a shock wave of heat that pulses through my veins and straight to my groin.
Fuck.
Up until I kissed her earlier, I was disinclined to fully comprehend how badly I wanted her. She’s been living on Lindenvale Hill for weeks, but Taryn Meyers has been on my radar for months—the little green dot blinking on my screen I craved to lure closer.
From the second her application and résumé hit my inbox for the fake teaching position I crafted—a replica to match a job listing I found for a second-grade position in Oregon—I couldn’t think of anything else.
My fascination with her festered and gnawed at my patience until she fell into the palm of my hands when she walked into that faux interview.
Turning us, I break the kiss as I shuffle us down the hallway ahead, heading to my bedroom at the back of the house. Keeping my eyes trained on my bedroom door, her mouth glides and explores my neck, the cold tip of her nose trailing up the slope to my ear.
With eagerness, I saunter to the bed, flipping us around so I sit on the edge, and she’s straddling me.
Her shallow breathing catches as her focus locks on the view behind me.
The entire back wall of my room is windows, the ethereal expanse of the orchard blanketed in night spanning across the edge of the yard.
Eyes wandering, she scans my room—the gray walls and wood fixtures—allowing the natural greens outside to be the focal point.
Wood beams traverse the ceiling with sconces, and the honey-toned bedposts match the dresser and bedside table.
I’m scrutinizing her features as she takes it all in, memorizing the enthralled look glinting in her eyes while her irises bounce around. She traps her bottom lip between her teeth.
God, I could watch these curious looks flicker across her face for hours and never succumb to boredom. What I really want to do is use my finger to trace those beautiful, inquisitive lines between her brows.
It’s like she wasn’t expecting a view this phenomenal.
She shifts distractedly, her hot center dragging against my erection bulging below her. The subtle movement has me fanning out my fingers over the apples of her ass and burrowing my fingers to gain some purchase. I leap up, spin us around, and throw her on the bed to trap her underneath me.
A gasp slips past her glossy lips.
I dip my head into the crook of her neck, biting at the tender skin while my hand slips under her tank top.
My fingers wander up the smooth expanse of her stomach, digging under the lacy material she’s wearing to access her breasts.
They’ve been pleading for my mouth since she found herself in my presence.
“Tell me, Little Ghost,” I whisper against her navel as I push up her tank top, and my mouth latches to her stomach. She digs her fingers into the duvet, wriggling beneath me. “What were you thinking about all those times you pushed your pink vibrator into your pussy,” I say across her skin.
Her body goes rigid under me as what I asked starts registering. She attempts to get up, but I snatch onto her throat, lightly thrusting her back onto my comforter.
If she didn’t like it, she’d be fighting me. Yet her inclination to submit and sink back into the mattress has exhilaration short-circuiting my brain.
“Colten, how did you know—”
The pads of my fingers pinch one perky nipple, forcing something between a groan and a whimper from her.
“Answer the question, Little Ghost,” I demand. My firm arms hover my body above hers, and I grab the hem of her tank top to lift it over her head. “If you don’t answer me while I’m undressing you, my cock isn’t going to be the only thing stretching you. I’ll invite your pink rabbit to play too.”
A strangled moan escapes her as she shudders.
Hmmm. She doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.
That’s on the agenda for another day, but she doesn’t need to know that quite yet.
Her voice is strangled as I tug her shorts down her legs. “I—I thought…” Even when she’s stuttering, it’s an addicting sound. “I thought about someone taking what they wanted from me, hitting that spot over and over again that nearly makes me black out from pleasure.”
“Yeah?” I arch a brow, admiring how the purple lace set clinging to her frame highlights her skin tone. It’ll be a masterpiece when it’s on my bedroom floor in shreds. “Who was fucking you?”
My hands wriggle under the panties resting against her hip bones. Grasping the lace, I stretch the material and chafe her soft skin and pussy. My forearms flex as I rip it apart with my hands.
She releases a scream, the skin quickly reddening where the cloth had agitated her skin. It’s like I’m marking my canvas—the first stroke of many. Once I’m done with her, she’ll be a work of art, all sated and glowing from the high.
“You can’t keep ripping my clothes, Colten!”
But I can.
I plaster a hand over her mouth to silence her, her hot breath between my fingers making my dick twitch.
“You gave me full control, Little Ghost.” Her glassy eyes unwaveringly fixate on mine.
“In that house, you may be theirs, but in this house, you belong to me. Your tight cunt, your ass, this fucking mouth,” I growl, slipping my middle and ring fingers between her lips.
“I even own the breath in your lungs.” My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip. “Answer. The. Question.”
I withdraw my fingers to let her respond, though I would find immense amusement watching her reply through them.
She shakes her head. “They didn’t have a face,” she utters nervously.
Interesting.
I don’t push further. There’s no time to waste diving into the faceless phantom in her fantasies.
From now on, my face is going to be the one that haunts her pretty mind and owns her orgasms. Pondering if my brothers have touched her in any way or form simmers my blood.
When it happens again, I’ll ensure her body recollects everything I’ve done to her—like conditioning a dog to salivate at the mere ring of a bell.
She may come for them, but I will possess a piece of that, too.
“Get on your knees for me,” I command.
She scrambles off the bed, and I release her from the confinements of her lace bra, tossing it on the floor.
Holy fuck, she is breathtaking.
Taryn’s hair drapes over her shoulders like a dark waterfall, her strands ending just above her nipples.
Her tits aren’t huge by any means, just large enough to fit perfectly in the palms of my hands.
I want to think they were designed only for me, but it’s thoughts like those that will increase the weight tied around my legs and drag me deeper into an abyss I’ll never be able to escape.
She peers up at me, her long lashes casting a shadow that fans against her flushed cheekbones. My taut muscles throb, craving the caress of her fingertips. They’re hungry for the feel of her nails scraping against my skin.
I’ve never wanted to destroy something so badly but simultaneously guard it with my life.
Yep. I’m losing my goddamn mind. I usually despise it when women touch me, and here I am, aching for this woman.
Reaching for the hem of my T-shirt, I tug it over my head, disposing of it in the pile I’m creating of our mingling clothes.
I remove my sweatpants next, feeling her gaze anxiously study every inch of me.
I stand in front of her, completely exposed, releasing a weighted breath.
Taryn kneels in front of me, flawless and motionless, looking like perfection in the subtle glow from the lights as they paint her skin.
My gut twists, feeling her eyes locked on the visible part of my vulnerability. The part of me where there’s ink embedded below the surface on the left side of my body.
My tattoos.
Shit. I really should’ve thought this through—kept my shirt on because I already know she’s perceptive as hell.
Her focus isn’t eagerly fastened on my rod-straight cock like all the other women I’ve been with.
Instead, she analyzes the black design like a complex book she’s struggling to understand.
The look that crosses her features starts with fascination and slowly morphs into curiosity.
I can see the questions she’s forming dancing in her eyes.
Each second she spends dissecting the artwork, she claws deeper into my soul, seeing the pieces that nobody bothered to notice or acknowledge before her.
Unable to keep herself from touching me, she extends an arm, her soft fingers traveling over the tattoo, tracing the branches and healthy leaves of an apple tree drifting over my pecs.
The ink covers my left shoulder and back, the leaves decaying and turning into the feathers of crows floating down my arm the farther they get from the single apple inked over my heart.
“I got it for my mom on the first anniversary of her disappearance.”
She looks up at me with empathetic eyes.
Shit.
I said that out loud instead of in my head.
My fists clench at my sides, the admission sequestering every muscle in my body. Taryn notices my hesitation, and just as I think she will examine further and ask me something about my mother that I don’t want to answer, she senses my reservations about wanting to disclose more information.
Her mouth opens, except she doesn’t speak.
Her warm hand darts out to capture my balls.
She dips her head, allowing her lips to wrap around the tip of my cock.
There’s no holding back the groan that rumbles in my throat and gravitates toward her.
Her tongue swirls in rotating motions, licking up the bead of cum that’s gathered on my tip.
Her knowing precisely what I need, instead of talking, sends my heart tailspinning with unusual sensations.
Taryn’s eyes expand, suddenly realizing the thickness won’t easily fit in her mouth. I thread my fingers through her hair, letting her get adjusted to my size for a minute as her tongue presses against the vein on the underside of my shaft.
“I want to watch you take my cock to the back of your throat,” I growl as heat sears every nerve and vein in my body. “I want to see how pretty you look when you swallow every inch and choke around me when it’s too much.”
“God, this cock,” she praises, licking her lips before taking me deeper. Saliva pools in her mouth and drips down her chin onto her tits.
I reach down, using both of my hands to twist her nipples with the rough pads of my fingers. She moans, the vibration penetrating through my cock, igniting a drive to claim her in every fucking way possible.
Gripping onto her skull, I thrust my hips and bury myself to the hilt, taking away her ability to adjust. Her wet gurgling sounds and my groans fill the air when the tip of my dick rams against the back of her throat.
Her eyes widen, hands flying to my solid thighs to keep herself steady as she gags around me.
My head drops back, her hot mouth turning me feral. When I glance back down, tears are falling over her bottom lashes.
“I want you to insert two fingers and confirm my suspicions that you’re dripping for me.”
She nods, full of my cock, and reaches between her thighs. She already gives herself away by the tremor that torments her entire body before she even enters a finger.
My lips quirk. “That’s what I thought. Is your cunt ready to be stuffed full of me, Little Ghost?” Withdrawing my shaft, I admire the way she prepared it for herself, making it glisten with her saliva.
Goosebumps feather across every inch of her skin. “I need to feel all of you, Colten.”
Look at her begging for me.
Ready for me.
“On the edge,” I nod toward the bed behind her. “And spread your thighs open for me.”
Opening the drawer of my bedside table, I pull out a small gold package. She does as I say, spreading her legs, and I stroll up to her, dragging the corner of the condom confined in its package along her inner thigh and across her pussy.
Her eyes flutter closed, and she quivers just before snatching my wrist. “You’ll be my first,” she breathes, catching me completely off guard.
Those words thrash against my heart.
I know exactly what she does with that pink vibrator. She may not have been with a man sexually, but she’s not inexperienced with penetration. The idea of her being untouched by anyone thrills me, which means my brothers may have messed around with Taryn, but I’m the first to claim her.
I am so screwed.
“Birth control?” I ask.
She nods slowly, and I decide right then that I want to feel all of her the same way she craves to feel all of me.
Lowering my body to cover hers, my cock presses against her wet center, molding perfectly.
I’ll make it fit seamlessly, too.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, infatuated with the way her chest rises and falls. Each time her lungs inflate, her breasts sweep against my pecs.
Her expectant, glazed eyes dart between mine.
The pad of my thumb grazes over a reddened cheek. “Your toy might’ve ruined you, but I’ll be the one to wreck you. I’m going to stretch your cunt to fit the size of my cock. And. Only. My. Cock.”