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“I slapped you and bit you. Is that not enough?”
“All foreplay, baby.”
My thighs clench as I remember his mouth on mine, his large hands squeezing my ass as he pinned me against the door.
“Stop looking at me like that, little demon.” He groans.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to throw you on top of this bar and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
My breathing is nonexistent as his chest rises and falls like he’s holding his inner beast at bay. His eyes darken and we’re in a standoff, both wanting the other so badly we’re about to snap.
“I have something to take care of. I’ll meet you at your place when you get off. Pack a bag.” He lifts my hand, kissing my knuckles before standing and walking away.
The rest of the night went by quickly, Lacey keeping her distance. I didn’t really mean to scare her to death, but I wanted to get my point across.
Don’t fuck with Colt.
I’ve lost too much time with him already. I won’t let someone treat him like shit and tell me all the reasons I shouldn’t be with him.
He’s a killer.
So what?
It’s no one’s business. Besides, I’m okay with it.
As I pull in my driveway, Colt is coming out of the camper with my bag in his hand. Throwing the car in park and cutting the engine, I jump out. “How did you get in there?”
He strides towards me, a cocky grin on his face. “Picked the lock, of course.” He kisses the hell out of me, leaving me breathless and disoriented by the time he pulls away. “Let’s go.”
“How did you know what to pack?”
He grips my hand, leading me to his truck. Opening the door, he helps me climb inside, buckling the seatbelt across my body. “Because I know you.” He grins, booping me on the nose.
He’s a nightmare alright.
Big scary Devil booping me on the fucking nose.
My eyes follow him as he jogs around the truck, climbing inside. The engine roars to life as he turns the key, and I can’t help but smile at the loud rumble of his pipes. His truck sounds good.
He turns my way, his eyes darkening, his breathing picking up. I look down to see if there’s something on my shirt, but I don’t find anything.
He flips up the console between us, lunging straight for me. His hand grips the back of my head, shielding it from the window as he crashes his mouth to mine. He pushes his tongue past my lips, exploring every inch of me and I do the same. Hisother hand slides up my thigh, squeezing my ass. We both moan and I spread my legs wider to give him more room. “You look so fucking good in my truck.”
His breath is warm against my mouth, tasting like whiskey and spearmint. Pulling him closer, I lick the seam of his lips, and he parts them, meeting my tongue with his own. My fingers dive into his hair, tugging firmly as he grinds his cock against my core, and I gasp.
Oh fuck.
He’s huge.
My body craves whatever he’s packing, and my hips start moving, desperate for the elusive orgasm so many have spoken of. While I’m not a virgin, it wasn’t by choice and the assholes don’t give two fucks about your pleasure. They’re only there to take something you’re not willing to give. Every time, I left my body, traveling into a void where nothing existed.
“Where did you go?” Colt’s voice brings me back and I’m pissed I let myself drift during something so incredible.
“Sorry.” I whisper, mortified by what just happened.
“Tell me.” He nudges my chin with his nose.