His eyes somehow manage to darken even more as he nods. “Fuck yes. Do it.”
“Maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night, your cock throbbing, and you’ll slip a finger or two inside your used hole, desperate to feel as full as I make you feel.”
“Fuck,” he gasps, head thrown back as the long column of his throat is exposed to me. “Yes, yes, yes. Please, fill me with your come.”
Colt cries out as his cock erupts, spilling thick, white ropes all over his stomach, and that’s all it takes for me to get there too. Pounding into him once, twice, three more times, my balls throb as I empty myself deep inside of him. It goes on forever, and by the time I’m finished, my body feels boneless.
I pull out of Colt, and collapse on the bed beside him, chest heaving as I fight to catch my breath. Colt immediately rolls onto his side, placing his hands underneath his cheek on the pillow, looking sleepy and sated.
“That was fucking amazing,” he blurts out, making me choke out a laugh.
“It was,” I agree, this moment still feeling way too intense.
We watch each other for a moment, silently, a dozen things being said without words. Reaching over, I brush a strand of hair out of Colt’s face before wrapping my hand around the back of his neck. I lean in, brushing his lips with mine gently. The kiss is soft, but it’s easy to get lost in, especially after what we just did. My tongue caresses along his, tasting him, and feeling like once will never be enough with him. It’s a thought that stops me in my tracks and has me pulling back. Realitysets in, and I’m fighting the urge to panic. My cum is still fresh inside of his body and his taste still slick on my lips, and I’m already berating myself for not being able to resist him.
What was I fucking thinking?
Colt’s body stiffens. He must sense my unease because he clears his throat before sitting up. “Well, as fun as this has been, I don’t really want to be here when your dad wakes up and catches us.”
It’s right there on the tip of my tongue to stop him, tell him to stay, but what for? What good will come from him staying any longer? Will we cuddle? Fall asleep in each other’s arms? That can’t happen, nor would he even want to do that, I’m sure. It’s best to end this now before we get in any deeper. No matter how much it stings watching him get dressed. Eventually, I tug on my clothes too, and we walk toward the door, and then down the hall before quietly taking the steps as softly as I can to not make them squeak.
My pulse is deafening in my ears as we reach the front door, and everything in me is screaming to not let this end like this. But no words come out. It’s like that nightmare you have as a kid, where you try to scream but no sound escapes.
What is going through Colt’s mind right now?
He turns and meets my gaze, reaching out to slap a hand down on my bicep. “Thanks for the dick, Doc,” he mutters. “Catch you later.”
And just like that, he’s gone. Clearly not as messed up about what all this means as I am. Huffing out a breath, I lock the deadbolt before grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen. I’m an idiot for letting this happen, and an even bigger idiot for feeling like shit about him leaving right now.
Why do I care?
It was only one night.
23
Colt Bishop
Unbelievable.I huff, sitting in one of the folding chairs at the check-in table at the free clinic. I’ve checked everybody in, and it’ll be time to go home soon. William just came out of one of the make-shift rooms, and like he’s done all day long, he does anything in his power to look anywherebut at me. It’s driving me fucking nuts.
It’s been two whole weeks since William and I hooked up at his place. Two fucking weeks, and damn near radio silence. It’s driving me insane. I’m not exactly one to hook up and then expect a call the next day, but damn,somethingwould’ve been nice. I didn’t expect his silence to sting so much. The morning after, we had to be here, but it was so busy that day, we really didn’t have a chance to talk to each other. Then after we were finished, he hightailed out of here so fast you would’ve thought his ass was on fire. I’ve considered texting him a number of times, demanding he face what we’ve done and talk to me… and to be honest, I don’t really know why I haven’t. It’s not like I’m one to shy away from confrontation, but I don’t know. Everything with William is never how it usually goes for me, and this is no different.
Shaking these clingy thoughts from my head, I turn around, annoyance at myself flaring inside of me. What the hell is it with this guy? I’m Colt fucking Bishop, a world championship bull rider. I’ve had men and women flocking to me for years. I don’t chase, I don’t overthink, yet this one man has me all twisted up in knots. And for what? Some dick? I mean, yeah, it wasfan-fucking-tasticdick, but it’s not like I’ve never had great sex before. Even when I did, I didn’t behave like this. I didn’t obsess over the person. I promptly forgot about them by the next night.
Luckily, the last couple of weeks have been busy, so it’s not like I’ve been sitting around, pouting about it all the time.
In fact, I’ve barely noticed. Okay, that’s a lie, but I reallyhavebeen busy.
Last weekend, I finally moved back into my house. Honestly, I probably could’ve come back a while ago—when I got my sling off—but I was kind of enjoying having my mom cook dinner every night, so I dragged my feet a little bit. And I know she didn’t mind having me around to feed and look after. However, now that I’m settled in my own place again, I’ll admit, it’s nice. The bed at my house is much comfier than the one at my parents’ place, and having more privacy than just a bedroom is also a plus.
On top of that, I’m finally able to hit the gym again—albeit very carefully. So, between that, physical therapy, and getting back into my normal routine, I’ve been pretty busy, but I’m about sick of this silence. William doesn’t just get to fuck me as good as he did, and then act like it never happened. That’s normallymymove. Checking my watch, I note that we’ll beleaving soon, and I’m determined to not let him run out of here like he did last time. Whether he likes it or not, he’ll be talking to me today.
“What’s wrong with you?” Meg asks, pulling out the chair beside me and dropping down into it.
My brows pinch together. “Nothing? I’m fine.”
She snorts. “Yeah, right. You’ve been in a mood all day.”
“Have not.”I totally have.
