Chapter Fifteen
Colton
“What is the matter with you?”
“What do you mean?” I questioned, staring at both Dylan and Knox.
When I’d walked through the door, I’d thought I’d been in the wrong house. I actually had to do a double take at my address, so I’d gone down to her room for an explanation for not only the furniture, but the reason she’d left me at the games.
When I didn’t find her in her bedroom, I’d figured she’d gone out or something, so I’d gone into my bedroom and stripped out of my clothes, welcoming a hot shower.
I’d walked into the bathroom and was about to flip on the lights when I saw her.
She stood there, towel in her hand, staring back at me.
At first we just stared at one another. Then she flipped out, screaming, walking toward the door.
I’d backed out just in time for her to slam the door shut.
Instead of staying and waiting for her to come out, I’d gotten dressed and headed over to Knox’s place where I found out that Dylan was still there.
“I don’t understand. You should have walked into that bathroom and staked your claim.”
“Yeah, man, why didn’t you just go in, wrap your arms around her, carry her to the bed, and…”
I stared at both Knox and Dylan.
If this had been any other situation, I’d have done exactly what they were saying, but this was Emma, someone that I cared about.
“I don’t know, panicked, I guess.”
“Panicked? A guy like yourself, so confident in the bedroom, one who always has girls falling all over him, panicked?” Dylan chuckled.
“Yeah, man, this doesn’t sound like the same guy who’d taken on three chicks down in Vegas last summer.”
Fuck, I’d forgotten I’d told them that story.
“I don’t know. Emma is just…different.”
“Oh no,” Knox said, pinching the bridge of his nose before he ran his hand through his hair and looked at me.
“What?”
“Yep, oh no is right,” Dylan said, chuckling.
“It’s worse than we thought.” Knox added.
“What is?” I questioned.
“You really like this girl. That is why you panicked. Not for any other reason.”
“Well, there is the history, remember,” I said.
“Yes, the history, but I’m not talking about the history. I’m talking about now.”
“What about now?”
“Well, you’ve been acting odd ever since you told us she left the games the other morning. Now this… I’m going to say that it’s more than history. I think you might just be in love with her, and if not in love with her, you like her enough that you don’t want to fuck things up by taking control.”
“I have no problem taking control,” I replied, shaking my head.
“Then why are you still here?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if you have no problem taking control, you should be on your way back to your place and taking control of the situation before she runs again.”
When I returned to my place, the house was dark. I made my way down the hall to find her door shut tight, so I went into my room and jumped in the shower. I checked again before I crawled into bed to see if her light was on under her door, but there was nothing but darkness.
I lay in bed, pillows propped up against the headboard, watching the game highlights from the last few days.
My stomach growled, reminding me that I never had anything to eat after I’d gotten home.
Without bothering to get dressed, I slipped from the bed and made my way down the hall.
I was still in the hallway, in the darkness, when I heard a small moan coming from the kitchen.
I stopped and poked my head around the corner and froze. I was afraid to move for fear she saw me, because what was in front of me, I wanted to watch.
She sat on the kitchen island, in that tight tank top with her foot propped up on the edge of the counter.
Her red panties were on the floor at her feet.
With her eyes closed and her head back she sat on my kitchen island, her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit.
My cock stiffened as I watched her, another almost inaudible moan escaped her.
She bit her bottom lip and pushed her hand back to support her when suddenly she hit the cup behind her, knocking it over. She jumped, stopping the show.
“Oh shit,” she murmured and looked toward the hall, probably to make sure she hadn’t woken me, and that was when our eyes connected.
She froze, an immediate blush coming to her cheeks. I could see the panic on her face and knew I had to do exactly what my teammates had suggested.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I said, stepping into the dimly lit kitchen.
Her eyes fell immediately to my hard cock. “I guess you saw…”
I nodded my head, taking another step closer.
“I want to die…” she muttered, turning away from me, but instead of letting her walk away, I walked up behind her and pulled her against me.
I didn’t wait, I kissed the side of her neck, my hand running over her perky breast, my fingers playing with her already hardened nipple. I slid my other hand down, between her legs, and ran my fingers through her wet center.
“Watching you get yourself off was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I whispered to her.
She leaned her head back against my shoulder while I continued stroking her.
“I wish you hadn’t of stopped. I would have come right there in the hallway.”
I took her mouth with mine, then turned her in my arms and lifted her up on the counter.
“Put your foot up,” I commanded.
She did as she was told, and I met her mouth, my hand immediately moving between her legs. My fingers danced over her clit, stroking it repeatedly until she moaned.
“I want to make you scream my name, baby girl.”
She placed her hand on top of mine, I’m guessing to stop me, but I slid two fingers deep inside her instead.
“Rub your clit for me,” I whispered.
Her cheeks were flushed as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at me, hesitating.
“Rub your clit, baby girl,” I repeated, as I pulled my fingers from her, adding a third and carefully slid them back inside her.
She cried out. “God, Colton…” she breathed.
“Full?” I questioned.
Her breathing had picked up and the pink hue on her cheeks and heady look in her eyes made me want to take her right here in the kitchen.
“Very…” She moaned.
I met her lips, my tongue washing through her mouth as I pulled her to the edge of the island.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I said, my hands supporting her ass as I picked her up.
She did as she was told, and I carried her down the hall and into my bedroom.
“Oh God, Colton. I’m gonna…come….again…” she cried as she road my cock, reverse cowgirl.
My hands held onto her hips, helping her thrust back and forth, keeping myself deep inside of her.
“Fuck, baby girl. That’s it, keep going.” I moaned as she tipped her head back.
I could feel her tightening around me for the sixth time tonight.
I could feel my orgasm, once again building at the base of my spine.
I continued guiding her movements. I loved listening to the sound of her moans as she got louder and louder.
I watched as her fists gripped the sheets beside me and her body began to shake.
“That’s it, baby girl, come for me,” I whispered.
The sound of her moans filled the room as her body shook and she tightened around me, coaxing the last orgasm out of me.
We were both exhausted, breathless. She groaned as I guided her up and off me to the spot beside me on the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, quietly and slipped from the bed, returning with a hot cloth for her. which I slipped between her legs, cleaning her gently before throwing it into the hamper.
I crawled back into bed and pulled her against me, and we both fell into a deep sleep.