“So. Fucking. Needy.” Each word is accentuated with a brutal slap of my hips against his body. “Taunting me and teasing me at the bar. You love that, don’t you?”
Pushing back, meeting me thrust for thrust, he grunts out, “So do you, Doc.Fuck.Don’t act like you haven’t made yourself come to the memory of you fucking me last time.”
“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m. Right,” he growls, arching deeper, pushing back harder.
Sweat drips down my back, my heart pounding as he fucks himself just as hard as I’m fucking him. “You’re so desperate for my cock, aren’t you, boy?”
“I fucking love it.” Colt’s voice is hoarse, drenched in lust and arousal. “But so do you. Fucking admit it.”
“No.”
“You’re not fooling anybody, Doc.” A long, low moan escapes him as I prop my knee up on the couch beside him, hitting him from a different angle. His hand flies to my leg, the blunt tips of his nails biting into my skin.
We’re so lost in the moment, deaf to the world, as the sound of our bodies crashing and writhing together fills the air. Nothing matters outside of what we’re doing right this second. It’s how we both manage to miss the front door opening until it’s too late.
“Oh, fuck!” someone behind me blurts out with a chuckle.
Colt and I both freeze, our heads snapping to the voice, and my heart plummets as my eyes land on Shooter Graham, standing in the entryway of Colt’s house, the front door still wide open. His gaze darts between me and Colt before he walks backward out the front door, shutting it after him. Just as I’m about to pull out of Colt, he reaches behind himself, grabbing onto me.
“Don’t fucking stop,” he growls.
“Colt, we can’t keep going. Your friend just walked in on us.” I say this while making no effort whatsoever to leave his body.
“Don’t mind me!” Shooter calls out, words muffled by the door. “I’ll wait right here. You two finish whatever the hell that was.”
Colt’s body shakes with laughter as I hang my head, sighing.Fucking hell.
“This is not funny, Colt.”
“Yes, the fuck, it is.”
“One question before I let you guys get back to doing the nasty,” Shooter hollers out again. “Why the fuck didn’t I know you were getting dicked down by our doctor, Colt? I thoughtwe were buddies!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mutter as I pull my softening cock out of Colt and reach for my pants. This cannot be happening.
25
Colt Bishop
Shooter couldn’t have shittier timing, I swear to God. William and I get dressed in complete and utter silence, as he’s most likely panicking. He won’t even look at me. Shit. Buckling my jeans, I grab my hat where it fell off earlier, placing it on my head as I glance over at William. He’s tying the strings to his pants, his jaw tight and his brows set in a hard line.
“You good?” I ask.
Eyes drifting up to meet mine, they narrow as he scoffs at me. “No, Colt, I am notgood. Your friend, who, may I say, clearly has no boundaries and should learn to knock?—”
“Hey, I heard that!” Shoot chimes in through the door, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. William finds nothing about this funny.
“As I was saying,” William grits out, running a hand through his hair. “Your friend just walked in on us havingsex.” He says the word like he’s a little boy trying to hide his porn stash from his parents. “There’s nothinggoodabout that.”
Scrubbing a hand over my mouth to hide my grin because he’s sexy as fuck when he gets all huffy, I clear my throat. “I just meant, are you decent enough for me to let Shooter in?”
His jaw clenches as he stands up straight, brushing a hand down his abdomen as his nostrils flare on a heavy exhale. He looks from me to the door, then back at me. “Yes, that’s fine.”
I cross the room in a few long strides as William reaches for his shoes. Pulling the door open, Shooter’s already waiting for me, a shit-eating grin on his face. “You guys could’ve finished,” he drawls as he steps past me into the house. Internally, I groan, knowing whatever is about to come out of my friend’s mouth isn’t going to bode well with William and his current state of fight-or-flight.
“What’re you doing here, man?”
