Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Oh…” His eyes glinted with something dark. “That ain’t a punishment, darlin’. But tell ya what.” He leaned forward as if he were going to whisper a secret. “I actually wanted a stop on the way so I could get my mouth on your cock. If you’re a good boy, I’ll make it happen.”
I narrowed my eyes, ready to spit something sharp back at him, except…my brain was flooded with images of him sucking me off in the car. Fuck.
He’d almost done it twice already, but I’d stopped him because I’d been too revved up and needed him to fuck me. Now, though… Hell, I wanted a last memory of him. Something I could think back on when I was alone in my shower at home.
“Finish your donut,” I said.
It seemed like no time passed between our stop in the dark nothingness and when I pulled up on the street where Colt’s parents lived.
“That house right there, with the pickup parked outside.”
I nodded in acknowledgment and stopped in front of a nice suburban house with a big front yard and a white picket fence.
I killed the engine.
The lamp over the table in the kitchen was lit, and so was a small light in one of the windows on the second floor.
“So, you haven’t been here before?” I asked.
He shook his head, turned away from me. He was studying the house too. “Pop promised Ma her dream house when he retired. He wanted a backyard, and she wanted a big kitchen.” He let out a breath and scratched his arm. “This is most of their savings.”
I hummed. It definitely was a lovely house. It was too dark to see the exact color of it. Pale yellow or light beige, perhaps. A red-painted door. White shutters.
“They want grandchildren.” Colt finally faced me, and he was wearing a tired little smile. “My sister better cough up a few, ’cause they ain’t comin’ from me.”
I chuckled quietly.
I’d never really thought of having children of my own, though I did like them. My cousin and his wife were actually expecting their first, so that was something to look forward to. It would also satisfy my parents, as my cousin was closer to my mom and dad than his own folks, who lived in Tucson.
Refocusing on Colt, I covered his hand with my own and brushed my thumb over his knuckles. “Don’t get hurt over there.”
Merely saying that put a rock in my stomach.
“That’s the goal. Come here.”
We met in the middle, and my heart jumped as we fell into a slow, deep kiss. His fingers disappeared in the short hairs at the back of my head, and I stroked his jaw.
“You have my email and my phone number,” he murmured against my lips. “Use them.”
“Ditto.” I kissed him once more, a hard, hungry kiss that stole his breath.
Our time was up, and it was more difficult than I’d thought it would be. Colt broke away first, and he didn’t linger. He reached back to grab his bag, then opened the door.
“I’ll come back for my clothes, Lucas West.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek faster than I could register, and I had no way of pulling him back. He was already out of the car, disappearing from my life as fast as he’d entered it. He tapped his hand on the roof of the car and peered in one last time. “And that ass.”
I forced a grin.
He probably saw it was bullshit. He cursed under his breath and shook his head. “Thank you for the ride. I’ll see you, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nodded once for emphasis. Evidently, I’d lost the ability to form proper sentences. “Be safe, Colt.”
He returned my nod, and that was it. He closed the door and walked toward his parents’ white picket fence.
Six
I was dead on my feet by the time I got home around four in the morning.
I’d had to make a lengthier stop past Richmond to inhale both caffeine and sugar.
The floorboards creaked as I zombied over to my bed, throwing off clothes on the way.
Why had I not changed the radio station? Why had I listened to that god-awful, depressing shit all the way home?
I scrubbed tiredly at my face. Brushing my teeth and rinsing off were out of the question. My neck was stiff, a headache was rolling in like a thunderstorm, and I just needed my bed. I landed facedown on the mattress and squeezed one of my pillows to me, and I inhaled deeply.
I was calling in sick tomorrow.
I fell asleep in no time, and my dreams were filled with images of Colt. The two of us laughing in the car, him throwing fries at me, then back to the hotel room in Richmond and the goddamn amazing sex we’d had. His voice tickled my ear, that rich, warm drawl saying the filthiest things as he fucked me into oblivion.