His gloved fingers dug into my thighs, squeezing tightly as he supported me with just one arm.Show-off.
A grunt was all I got in return, then suddenly we were in motion.
“Um, Colt?” I asked softly but knew he heard me. “Are you going to let me down?”
No answer, he just took more long, purposeful strides that carried us past the chaos of the celebration going on around us, not a care in the world.
“Michaels! Yo, Michaels! Where you goin’?” came from behind us. I was pretty sure it was Knox, but he didn’t get an answer either.
We turned into the tunnel, but he still didn’t stop. He carried me around several corners, into the maze of corridors, then he stopped abruptly.
My feet were back on solid ground for a few seconds while he dropped his helmet and gloves on the floor, then he picked me up with both hands. Rough fingers slid under the skirt of my uniform, tightened, then my back hit a cold stone wall.
“This shit back there was almost like old times,” he growled as he pulled my head back by my hair, exposing my neck andbiting down.
My hands clutched his jersey, and even though he hadn’t showered yet, he smelled so good.How was that possible?
“What do you mean, like old times?”
His strong fingers tightened their grip on the hair at the back of my head, using it to tilt my head before his lips crashed down on mine in a possessive, almost punishing kiss, our tongues tangling and teeth clashing. Pressing into him, I dug my nails into his pads, relishing his firm, assertive touch.
Breathing heavily, we pulled away from each other. Colt kept his head bowed, the tip of his nose almost touching mine as he stared deep into my eyes.
“Almost like old times, when I had to watch the other guys checking you out or talking about you in the locker room. Do you have any idea how much I hated that? How much I wanted to smash their faces in for some of the shit they’d say?” I gazed into his eyes, like an icy winter storm, and they were filled with a maelstrom of emotions.
His voice was deep and raspy, almost sinister, but not directed at me. His wrath was directed at others — I would simply be the outlet for it, it seemed. “But now I don’t have to stand there just listening and bottling it all up anymore. Now you’re mine.”
My breathing was rapid as I licked my lips and looked up at him. His thumb ran over my glossy lips, pulling my lower lip out, then releasing it to snap back.
“I had no idea you were always watching me so closely.”
“No? But you like me watching you now, don’t you?”
“Yes.” My voice was small, and a flush spread to my cheeks.
“I know exactly what you like, unlike these fuckers out there. They just think they do, but they don’t know you like I do, dothey, baby?” He grabbed my jaw and squeezed lightly. “Open up for me, tongue out.”
My breathing was frantic, shallow, and my eyes went wide. I hesitated for a second, and he increased the pressure slightly. Without a second thought, I followed his commands.
His rough hand still held my face in its grip, his fingers digging lightly into the muscles as he leaned over me, holding me in place. Liquid hit my tongue, and I almost choked from shock, but he didn’t let go. His eyes drilled into mine as he said, “Swallow.”
Startled, I gaped at him and reflexively swallowed the saliva coating my tongue, my hands still clenched in the silky material of his damp jersey.
“Good girl.” The corner of Colt’s mouth pulled up slightly, and he was devilishly handsome in this moment, so much so it nearly drove me out of my mind. My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head when he praised me.
“You know what I think? I think you need a little reminder who you belong to.” He looked down, and I was rubbing my crotch against his body without even realizing I’d been doing it. My legs were spread so obscenely wide around his broad waist that my tight skirt had ridden up.
“Oh yeah, and how exactly are you going to do that …here?” I asked, one eyebrow raised in challenge.
His face came close enough to mine that the tips of our noses brushed.
“Since this seems to be a recurring question, let me answer it once and for all. Yes,here. Everywhere, in fact. When I say it,I mean it,” he growled, almost ferociously.
My breath caught in my chest at his intensity, his eyes scalding ice, his hot breath brushing across my face. Onceagain, he lowered me carefully to my feet, my knees slightly wobbly, and took a small step back. His fingers curled around his waistband as his eyes flickered up to me, and he said, “Off with these tiny shorts, and anything else in my way.”
Holy shit. I loved it when he was so assertive.My core clenched, and a tingling sensation ran deep in my lower belly. He would always get my blood pumping, rushing, roaring. I was embarrassingly wet, a fact he would notice all too soon.
With slightly trembling fingers, more from desire than nervousness, I slipped out of my spanks and thong.
