“I’m beginning to really despise your kinky ultimatum.”
“No pressure,” he reminds.
“What if I’m not interested in getting attached?”
“Too late and too bad.” He finishes buttoning his jeans. “I’m interested in forever. That’s not up for negotiation.”
Meanwhile, my bare ass is still very much in the air—not that he seems to notice. Whatever cracks I’d chiseled into his stony resistance have been fully repaired. Colton backs away from the bed slowly, giving me plenty of time to stop him. A disgruntled huff flops me flat onto the mattress. The urge to scream flexes my throat, but I swallow the insolence.
He pauses before stepping into the hallway. “Is that your final answer, Princess?”
“For now,” I mutter.
“Sweet dreams,” he croons and crosses over the threshold.
As if that will save him. I grab the gifted dildo and chuck it at the closing door, narrowly missing his head. Colton’s chuckle fades as he walks away and leaves me to handle my own release. That’s just fine.
I get myself situated on the mountain of pillows. With a deep inhale, the agitation fizzles. After exhaling, I’m ready to finishwhat I started. And thanks to my obsessive jailer, I have new inspiration to get me there faster.
A crisp visual of Colton climbing toward me forms quickly. Rather than abandon me in my time of orgasmic need, he covers my body with his like a protective shield. His intensity and temptation threaten to smother me. Much like in the field, he consumes my senses. I breathe deep to inhale him. That musky masculinity is delicious.
Pretend Colton isn’t shy about eliminating sexual boundaries. When I arch into him, he puts more weight on me. The pinned force is gentle but strong. He uses his control to spread my legs wider and align our hips. His cock pulses in a desperation I can feel inside of me.
And then the ribbed texture on his shaft glides along my slick center. I tremble against the cool sheets when he repeats the motion. His pierced tip teases my entrance. I clench against nothing, but it’s easy to imagine the burning stretch as he fills me. He’s going to wreck me for all others. That sends a burst of heat through me and I’m already nearing the peak.
An insistent throb spreads from my core. I drift a palm down my torso as the fantasy continues to play. Sparks shoot from my clit the instant I make contact. So. Damn. Sensitive. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on.
My thighs quiver while I set a frantic pace. Pressure builds at record speed. A few swipes and I’m thrust over the edge into climatic bliss. Tingles erupt in an explosion that steals my breath. I smile at the empty room, letting my eyes slide shut as pleasure takes control.
Muscles twitch as sensation returns to my limbs. As the rush slows to a comforting ripple, I almost laugh. Colton provides very titillating material.
Challenge most definitely accepted, Stalker.
My bare feet slap against the floor as I pace the length of the kitchen again. The wood is going to groove at this rate. I can’t be bothered to care, not when the clock is mocking me.
It’s almost ten o’clock in the morning and there’s still no sign of Bianca. Force of habit had me checking on her once or twice, just to make sure she wasn’t tying her bedsheets together or anything. Her bubble of chaos was activated on the last peek to give proof of normalcy. The shower turned on an hour ago, but she stayed upstairs.
Panic gnaws at me while I wait for her appearance. Yesterday changed our status, which was very much on purpose. Last night, on the other hand… Fuck, that was an unexpected twist. Sweat instantly slicks my palms while I recall the sultry grindof Bianca’s naked hips. She wanted me to soothe that desperate ache and I rejected her like some sort of lovesick saint. I hang my head, cursing my own name.
The uncertainty of where we stand now is a toxic puddle I’m stuck in. Bianca is probably fuming. I can withstand almost anything except her silence. That’s a torture I can’t endure again. She can poke fun at my one-sided feelings. Tease me for protecting her. Force us to remain platonic. Ridicule me for abstaining from sex regardless. It doesn’t matter what she says. She just can’t ignore my existence.
Silence surrounds me in response. The knot in my gut grows until I’m forced to stop pacing. Rather than break down her door and demand she speak to me, I grab my phone to text Brody.
Me: What’s the latest?
Brody: The wife demanded we stop by for a visit. Bianca put it in her head.
My stomach drops. Not the update I was looking for.
Me: Whenever you want. There’s plenty of space.
Brody: I’ll keep you posted. Too much shit to do around here.
Me: Any trouble?
Brody: Nah, town is quiet.
Which is good, but suspicious. I scrub at the thick stubble on my jaw.
