Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
His body stiffens but he keeps his hips moving as I ride it out, unable to catch my breath. “Holy shit,” I pant as Colton finally relaxes behind me. His hand spanks down on my ass and I squeal out just as he comes crashing down in the shallow water beside me.
“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of your sweet pussy.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” I laugh before looking his strong body up and down. “So, you want me to start calling you ‘daddy’ now, huh? I didn’t realize you were into that.”
Colton’s face splits into a beaming grin and he grabs my waist before hauling me onto his chest but instead of curling in like he’s expecting, I splash water up over his somehow still dry face and dive deep into the water.
Within seconds he dives after me and I’m instantly reminded of the time I graffitied his back wall and then dumped the dirtied water all over him. I’d thrown myself into this same pool and while it was only a few weeks ago, I feel like so much has changed since then.
We fuck around in the pool for a while before the sun disappears behind a cloud and the heat is sucked away. “Come on,” Colton says, grabbing my naked body and hauling me out of the pool. “Let’s get you dried up so I can take you out for dinner.”
I suck in a gasp as he throws me over his shoulder and starts heading for the pool house. “Is this your twisted way of asking me out on a date?”
My ass is spanked and with the chill running through my body, the sting hits just a little harder than before. Though, that could entirely be due to the fact that my boyfriend was in the middle of rocking my world. “Shut up. It’s just dinner. If I was asking you on a date, you’d know.”
I scoff. “Yeah right. That was it, wasn’t it?”
“Do you want to go out for dinner or not?”
“I mean, I’m not going to say no.”
“Good,” he laughs, squeezing my ass cheek. “Wear something sexy so I can show you off.”
“My sweatpants aren’t sexy enough for you?”
“By all means, wear your sweatpants,” he tells me, eyeing them as they sit heavily in the bottom of the pool, “But you’re going to have to go and get them.”
Without a second of warning, Colton tosses me through the sky and I go crashing down into the water with a high-pitched squeal, and just as my head goes under, I catch the back of Colton as he darts away, terrified of my version of revenge.
That’s right fucker. You better run.
Chapter 9
Light filters through the massive windows of the living room and I groan as it hits my face just as Colton’s arm tightens around my waist. We’d spent the afternoon getting all too familiar with each other’s bodies on as many surfaces of this house as possible and reluctantly put clothes back on when our stomachs started to grumble and we remembered that he’d promised dinner that was apparently not a date.
It was nice actually being alone for once. No staff members walking around, no friends popping by, no threat of my mom or Harrison accidentally walking in to find us. Just us.
I curled up with Colton on the couch and feeling somewhat normal for the first time in weeks, we crashed in each other’s arms with nothing but the throw blanket hanging over the back of the couch to keep us warm. It was the most perfect night … that is until the sun had to rise and ruin it.
It’s way too early to be waking up, especially considering that we only fell asleep at four.
I peel Colton’s arm off me and somehow detach his hand from my left tit. How is it that guys always manage to find their hands on a set of tits? Even in their sleep.
I slide across the couch, being careful not to wake him and adjust the throw blanket over him to keep him warm. He works so damn hard. He deserves to sleep in. Most days he’s up at the crack of dawn getting a good workout in before spending the next ten hours locked in an office signing a shitload of paperwork and somehow making sense of it. Charles really was an ass, especially to his kids but I can’t deny that he taught them well. The way Colton has been able to effortlessly slip straight into his role and not skip a beat is the most impressive thing that I’ve ever witnessed.
Leaving him to sleep, I push up from the couch and cringe at the deep ache within me. I guess that’s what happens when you spend hours being well and truly fucked by a man like Colton Carrington. My pussy is fucking raw and I love it.