Page 104 of Toxic Wishes

“O-Okay”

“Liar.”

I flinch, blinking rapidly at his statement. I felt dizzy. I’m confident the alcohol was affecting me now, or maybe it was the fact that Colt Killian had no filter when it came to saying what was on his mind.

“I’m not lying. I saw your mom passed out on the couch, and a light was on up here. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t Bodie’s room, so I came to check on him. I didn’t know if he was awake. But when I saw it coming from this room, I thought Nora came in here and forgot to shut the light off.” Our eyes flickered like zigzags as we stared into one another’s pinned gazes.

“I’d appreciate it if you released my wrist now so I can shower and sleep.”

He stands, pulling me in closer to the point we’re touching.

God, he’s so tall.

I only had my tennis shoes on, so his six-foot-two-inch frame towered over me, making me feel even smaller. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and my body and my dumb hormones began to react to it.

He was so damn gorgeous, even when pissed. It’s no wonder he could have any girl at his mercy. He didn’t have to be in the NFL for women to succumb to him. His attention alone made me feel like I was the only thing in this world he focused on. Maybe it was a football thing, but he was intense with his gaze.

“So you looked us up in my book, huh? Thought you didn’t believe in that bogus.” I say, hoping it relieves the tension, the heat firing between us.

He swallows hard. “Well, I had to do something to figure out how someone that I’ve never dated or been inside of could piss me off and drive me crazy all at the same time. So, I wanted to know what I could do to fix it.”

A nervous laugh leaves me. “Wh-what are you saying? You’re going to date me now?”

“No, I’m saying I’m going to be inside you.”

Holy shit. Did he just say what I think he said? Wait? What is even happening? Did something happen between Naomi and him? And now he thinks he can use me to blow off some steam? Even though a tsunami of emotions were pouring through my entire body, I kept my cool.

“Classic. Did Naomi and you get in a fight or something? And now you think you can just fuck me to ease your pain. Well, it ain’t happenin’.”

“You are the fight.” He growls.

I blink rapidly at him.

“I left because I didn’t want anything to do with her. Because I was too busy thinking about you.”

I don’t move. His hands are still wrapped around my wrist, and my neck is strained from looking up at him.

“So, I’m the reason you have so much steam you want to blow off, huh?” I taunt, staying as calm and collect as I can manage. I have no idea what is happening right now. He’s breathing hard as if he’s just getting fired up.

“She won’t satisfy me.” He says. “She’s not the one I want.”

Holy shit. Holy shit, Holy shit. Realization hits me like lighting mixed with a ton of bricks, and I swallow hard. Remembering all the fucked up things my cousins used to do to me. The things Namoi said recently about me. The shit I’m sure she talked about me tonight with Colt about working at Shifters and something washes over me. Something so powerful that it changes me inside. Turns the switch.

I inhale his scent, and faint fragrances linger. The tide I used to wash his clothes earlier this week is mixed with cedar and sweet pear. He smells like a hot summer night out in the woods. I soak it all up because I know I’m going to wake up any minute, and he will come to his senses.

“So, did you invite Namoi to the bar to make me jealous? Was that part of your game?”

He doesn’t say anything; he looks down at me. My heart pounding against my chest, I continued. “The thing is, if you rode Naomi like one of your horses, all night long, you’ll still wake up thinking about me, won’t you?”

His breathing grows heavier, and I can see him weakening. I continue.

“You’ve been wondering what I’ve been doing in my bed alone, all by myself?” I push up on my toes, hover my mouth over his bottom chin, and whisper. “If I’m touching myself dreaming about you coming in my room and eating me out through my panties. Or you barging in and fucking me the way you did, Heidi. My legs spread wide.”

He sucks in a breath closing his eyes, and I can feel him get hard against his jeans.

“Abigail,” he says.“Fuck.” He breathes out

I try to keep my smile to myself. But I’m so happy. I know he wants me now. Me. Not my cousin. Not Namoi, but me.