Page 256 of Broken Saint

I am going to be the best husband and the best father that ever existed, because Ella and our baby deserve it.

Bombshell: What about me?

Colt: How hot you are.

Colt: All I can see in my apartment is you.

Colt: Sitting on the couch. Cooking in the kitchen. In the bath surrounded by bubbles. Laid out on the bed…

Bombshell: Colton Rogers, behave.

Colt: When have I ever done that?

My mouth twitches into a smirk as I think about all the things we’ve done over the years. All the beautifully filthy things.

My cock jerks, my already snug boxers getting tighter by the second.

Bombshell: That’s a good point. You are bad, Colton Rogers.

Colt: Just the way you like me.

Colt: Does your mom like your new jewelry?

My smile grows as I think about her sitting there with my ring on her finger.

Fuck. Who knew just one—admittedly very expensive—piece of jewelry could have such a profound effect?

Bombshell: I think you already know how much she loves it. I can’t believe you asked her permission. You’re a little bit cute, you know that?

Colt: 1, I’m not cute. I’m a big bad football player. 2, I love your mom, she’s amazing, but something tells me that she has a fierce side I don’t want to wake up.

I laugh, imagining her doing the same thing.

Bombshell: She can have her moments. Benny is usually at the wrong end of her wrath, though. He’s the naughty second kid.

Colt: Can’t say that surprises me. I see a lot of myself in him.

Bombshell: Poor Benny. He doesn’t stand a chance.

Colt: Bombshell…

Reaching down, I squeeze my length through my boxers, picturing her cheeks heating and her eyes darkening as the deep rasp of my warning hits her.

Colt: Do you have any idea how much I need you right now?

Bombshell: Not sure I do…

“Fuck, baby.” I groan before shamelessly opening my camera and taking a photo of my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers.

I really hope she’s not sitting next to her mother…

Send.

My blood heats as I wait for it to be delivered and then for the ticks to show that she’s read it.

Bombshell:

Colt: That doesn’t help