Page 48 of Broken Saint
He pulls to a stop and kills the engine.
“Well, lucky for you, I know exactly how to get you out of your head.”
He’s climbed out of his truck before I get to comment.
Predicting his next move, I sit and wait for him to open the door. Just like before, he leans in to help me from his beast of a car; only this time, he doesn’t just lift me to my feet.
“Colton,” I cry when he throws me over his shoulder and takes off toward the elevator. “Put me down, I weigh a ton.”
“Shut your mouth, Bombshell. It’s like carrying a feather,” he growls while happily palming my ass that’s on full display for him.
“That is not true, and we both know it,” I argue, wiggling around in the hope of forcing him to put me down.
But as the seconds go on, my fight begins to ebb away.
I remember my thoughts as I watched Luca do this to Peyton only a few hours ago. I remember the jealousy, the need to be wanted by someone so fiercely they couldn’t wait for me to walk.
And I have it.
Right here, right now. Colton is giving me exactly that.
Everything he’s said to me tonight, all the reassurance and compliments make my body burn red hot for him.
If he’s turned off by my new curves, the extra inches I’ve added since college, then he hasn’t shown it.
It’s the exact opposite of what I expected.
I thought he’d take one look at me and wish I was the girl from before—that’s if he even remembered me. But it seems he remembers just as well as I do.
It’s a headfuck.
A massive headfuck.
“Jesus, are you in the penthouse or something?” I mutter when we seem to keep climbing and climbing.
He chuckles, giving me my answer as he palms my ass before spanking me so hard I let out a little yelp.
“I should have guessed. Once a player, always a player,” I tease, earning myself another spank. And fuck, does it feel good.
Chad has barely touched me in…longer than I care to admit to, let alone given me anything near this kind of thrill.
All the blood rushes to my head as I hang there over his massive shoulder, but as his hands continue to roam over my ass and down my thighs, I can’t find it in myself to care.
It’s freeing in a way I haven’t experienced since…
Since waking up in the hospital.
Thankfully, the ding of the elevator puts a halt to that train of thought. It’s not where my head needs to be right now.
Not if I’m going to find a way to be brave enough to see this through with Colt.
I want to. I really, really want to. But I can only swallow my insecurities about my body for so long.
Having his hands on my curves is one thing, but seeing my scars? That’s something else entirely.
Just to show off a little bit more, Colt doesn’t even pull out any keys to get inside. Instead, the front door just seems to magically open for him. Or at least that’s what I tell myself while the only thing I have to look at is his ass. Not that it’s a bad view—very much the opposite, in fact. I’d just like to see his home as well.
Looking to the side, I try to take in his upside-down penthouse apartment. It’s…exactly what I thought. The ultimate bachelor pad.