The one who spoke earlier trots back over to us. “Want us to put on the sheets and shit?”
“Like I’d let you touch my woman’s bedding. Get lost.” But Colton’s tone isn’t harsh, especially paired with him discreetly handing the guy a wad of cash.
The man dips his head before returning to his partner. They’ll probably make it back to Cloverleaf Meadows just in time to start their shift chasing off danger. Busy day for all of us.
Colton watches them leave, offering a parting wave as they disappear from view. The heat of his unwavering stare returns to me. “And now, we get to break in the new one.”
“Ohhhh,” I sway into him. “I love the sound of that.”
“Hang on.” That’s all the warning I get before he slings me over his shoulder.
Spud yips and races to the stairs. Colton follows, kicking the front door shut while bringing me along for the ride. I hang upside down like a sack of potatoes about to be devoured for dinner. The view of his ass from this angle is worth the head rush. Every step he climbs raises his muscular backside for my viewing pleasure.
Our dog disappears somewhere when we reach the second floor. He’s probably claiming a hiding spot as his while Daddy does naughty things to Mommy. It’s best Spud isn’t around to see it.
As if I’m the most precious cargo, Colton gently lowers me over the threshold of our room. I stand while he moves to a pile of folded laundry on the dresser. It looks like the sheets and shit the guy mentioned. Colton clearly planned this, which injects me with another burst of affection.
With a purposeful swipe, he snatches the item on top. The fabric crinkles as he begins to stretch it across the foot of the mattress. That’s my cue to quit being a worthless lump.
My fingers pause after gripping the unexpected texture. It feels like the protective layer parents put down while their toddler is potty training. “What’s this for?”
He smirks while securing the last corner. “You’ll see.”
The man is a mystery, but I don’t question him further. We make the rest of the bed in a seamless process. It’s as if we’ve done this countless times together on autopilot. When we’re done, it’s cozy and very inviting. The green comforter resembles a meadow. I’m tempted to collapse in the center like a starfish.
But then Colton is hugging me from behind. His tattooed arms hold my body tight against his. He’s already hard, the long length of him pressing into my ass. A tame but purposeful nudgegrinds him into me. I sag against him, a very willing victim in this moment.
His fingers pull the elastic band free from the end of my braid, loosening the plaited sections. As the long length cascades down my back, he combs through it with the utmost care. This tough guy is extremely careful with me. Prickles scroll across my scalp and I tremble against him. Colton groans low in his throat as if this simple gesture brings him great pleasure. It makes me feel cherished in return.
With that task complete, one hand roams under the hem of my shirt. A tremble rolls through me from the sensual contact. His palm is warm and large as he flattens it over my stomach.
“You’re mine?”
“For now,” I evade.
“Bianca,” he rumbles into the crook of my neck.
I tilt my head to give him better access. “As if you’ll ever let me escape.”
His lips drift along my skin in a tender caress. “Never.”
And I don’t want him to. That’s why I lift my arms as he drags the shirt up and over my head. His deft fingers glide under the band of my sports bra, tugging to free my breasts from the confines. The air is cool on my nipples and they harden into stiff peaks. After tossing the restrictive material away, Colton doesn’t hesitate to cup my boobs in both hands. I spill over his palms and he groans at the sight. My chin tips to watch his face as he touches me. He ditched his hat at some point, giving me an unobstructed view. His eyes are latched onto my chest like I’ve hypnotized him. This is a man possessed. That knowledge sends a jolt straight to my clit and I squeeze my legs together. The motion jiggles my breasts in his grip.
Colton grunts and thumbs my nipples. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
My blood heats into reckless desire. “I do have a nice rack.”
“Can’t wait to clamp these between my teeth.”
“Yes,” I whimper and thrust my chest into his grasp.
“But not yet.”
“Why?” My tone is pitiful.
“Are you sensitive?” He flicks the needy tips again, which buckles my knees. There’s a smile in his voice when he says, “Mhmm, very responsive.”
Unmistakable warmth from down below floods my basement. I mewl at the wet sensation and clench my thighs again. “Please, Stalker.”
