That’s all it takes. He deepens the kiss and I know, in this moment, Colt Chastain has claimed me as his. His kiss is bruising, and he suddenly ends it and kisses his way down my body. Each kiss is like its own fire set on my skin. I twist and writhe underneath him. My pussy is so wet, so ready for him to slide inside.
“You taste good. Just like I knew you would.” He slides a finger inside of me, and I almost combust. “You’re drippin’.” He adds another finger, pushing all the way inside of me. “I can’t wait to get in this.” He pulls out, leaving me empty and wanting more. He reaches over me and grabs one of the condoms he left on my lamp table.
He sheaths and positions himself between my legs, then slides inside of me slowly, filling me inch by inch. He grabs my hips and gives one last thrust, filling me completely.
“Colt,” I moan. He pumps into me, filling me to the hilt and pulling out, driving me crazy with need. Sweat coats my back and drips between my breasts. He licks between the valley of my breasts while he squeezes one in his large palm.
Suddenly, he flips us over and I’m on top of him. All without breaking the connection between us. I plant both hands on his chest for balance and start to grind. Two large hands cup my ass, guiding me as I ride him. He thrusts deep inside of me, catching me off guard.
The orgasm takes me by surprise, ripping through me as I shudder on top of him, calling out his name. He’s not far behind. I feel him pulsating inside of me. He grunts, and the sound of my name comes out muffled against my neck. His head falls back and bounces on the pillow. With him still inside of me, I put my head on his chest while I catch my breath.
He slides out of me and pulls off the condom. After he disposes it, he slides back in the bed, and I cuddle to his side. “That was amazin’. Thanks for tonight. Thanks for comin’ to my game, for not killin’ me after the press conference, for stickin’ around to fight those guys with me even though I told you to go, and for takin’ care of me tonight.” His fingertips glide down my spine and goosebumps overtake me. “I have to make this count. I’m flying to L.A. right after tomorrow night’s game.”
“What’s going to happen with Evan while you’re gone?”
“He’s staying with the nanny. Once the season is over, we go to Alabama and stay there a good chunk of the summer.” Satisfied with his answer, I relax and resume my massage.
“Sounds nice,” I say, unsure of how else to respond. “It’s always good to go home again.” Not that I’ve ever lived or would ever live anywhere other than New York City. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the center of the universe and no place else on earth compares.
“Will you come to L.A.?”
“I can’t. The last day of school is Friday, and I need to be there.”
“Okay, but if we go to the seventh game, I want you to come. I want you there when we win. And I want you at all the games for the finals. Promise me.”
“I promise.” He smiles and tightens his hold around me.
“See, darlin’? We’re already kicking butt in this relationship. Give your man another kiss before we go to sleep.” When I don’t make a move, he tickles my ribs, practically jolting me out of the bed. When I try to get away, he pulls me on top of him and covers my mouth with his.
TWENTY
The last fewdays of school usually have me dressing casually. The kids are ready for their break, and so am I. While I look through my closet for a pair of jeans and a shirt, Colt walks into the bedroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His phone is to his ear, and I listen while he talks to his son.
“You bein’ good?” He winks at me and blows me a kiss. He puts the phone on speaker and tosses it on the bed. Evan’s childlike voice fills the room.
“The cook is making us chocolate chip pancakes.” Colt whistles. “You never let me have chocolate for breakfast, Daddy.”
“Maybe I should have them bring you back. I don’t want you getting used to bein’ spoiled.” I close the closet to give them privacy while I dress, but seconds later, just as I have my jeans pulled up, he barges in and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.
“Good mornin’, darlin’,” he whispers in my ear. “I want nothing more than a repeat of last night. I can have you for breakfast.”
Me too, but that’s not a possibility since he’s traveling tonight. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve spent the night wrapped in a man’s arms. I had forgotten the feeling of safety and comfort from sharing the human touch. I reach behind me and slide my hands into his hair.
“You’re getting me wet.” He spins me around to face him, and I tug his hair and slide my hands down his face. “They’re not too bad,” I say about his bruises. He has a red splotch on his chin and a small cut above his eye. Hopefully they won’t become discolored. “How are your hands?” I grab them and flip them over. Other than a few minor cuts across his knuckles, he’s fine.
“I’m fine, but I do like you fussin’ over me.” He sticks his hand in my pants and slides a finger inside of me. “And I like getting' you wet.” I let out a moan and bite my bottom lip. As quickly as it appeared, his finger is gone, but I don’t miss the smug grin on his lips.
A few minutes later, I step out of the closet. I stand in front of the long mirror as I adjust my clothes and wrap a long faux pearl necklace around my neck. I wrap it three times, making three rows with it. I turn around to find him sitting on the bed staring at me. My phone vibrates on the bed next to him, and Mother flashes across the screen. I pick it up and hit ignore.
“I’ll make you coffee to go, but I can’t join you. I usually stop off at home and have coffee with my dad and the evil one before work.” I put on a pair of ballet flats, and after running a brush through my hair, I gesture for him to follow me.
He turns down the coffee but offers to drive me to my parents’. His driver is outside, holding the door open for us, and he gives us a curt nod before driving us to my parents’.
“Thanks, champion,” I say to him once Dante pulls up to the house. He opens the door for us, and Colt escorts me out. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Open the door, darlin’. I want to say good mornin’ to your family, and one day soon, you’re going to tell me what issues you have with your mama.” I want to tell him that’s not likely to happen, but my dad swings the front door open. “What kind of a man would I be if I didn’t greet your parents?”
“Colt! Come in.” Colt gestures for me to go ahead of him, and he follows me inside. “Stay for breakfast,” my dad tells him. “Vick, set the table.”
