Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
The pressure built.
Deep in my core, yes.
But there was something else, something in my chest, something that was expanding, threatening to break.
“There you go,” he said as I tightened, as my body trembled. “Come for me, baby.”
The release spread hard and deep, dragging a wrecked cry from between my lips as the pleasure rolled through me over and over.
“You sound so good when you come for me,” Colter said, working me through it before settling deep and coming with me, his whole body tightening, my name a soft curse on his lips.
His weight came down on me, and I clung to him as that pressure in my chest finally snapped.
The intensity of it had the tears sliding down my cheeks before I even realized they’d formed.
I was crying?
Over an orgasm?
What the hell was wrong with me?
I had to get away from him before he saw.
That would be freaking humiliating.
“No,” Colter said, shaking his head. “Stay with me.”
“You’re… crushing me,” I said, looking for any excuse to get away from him.
But Colter was onto me.
He rolled onto his back but pulled me with him.
That position was infinitely worse.
He would actually feel the tears.
And they just wouldn’t stop.
“I said I got you,” he said, arms tightening as I tried to pull away.
“I need…” To what? Run? Hide? Lock away whatever this raw, open feeling was in my chest?
“To let yourself feel it,” he said, giving me a hard squeeze.
“Colter, let me go.” There wasn’t much fight in my words.
He rolled us onto our sides, his arm loosening.
I didn’t move fast enough.
The next thing I knew, he had my chin between his fingers and was forcing my face up.
“You don’t need to run away,” he said, his hand shifting to wipe the wetness from my cheek with his thumb. “This doesn’t bother me,” he added, moving to my other cheek.
There was a strange shivering sensation in my stomach at his words, at the sincerity I believed was behind them.
“It bothers me,” I admitted.
“Because it genuinely bothers you, or because you didn’t want me to see?”
That was a good question.
I didn’t have an answer to it.
“It’s stupid.”
“To cry?”
“No. Well, yes. But to cry over sex. That’s stupid.”
“Maybe it would be stupid to cry over a casual one night stand fuck,” he agreed. “But that’s not what this is.”
“Then what is this?”
“Something more.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“That’s alright. I’ve got time for you to figure it out.”
“Or you can just tell me.”
That got a little chuckle out of him, making his eyes crinkle up with his smile.
“I can’t tell you what you’re feeling, Dylan. I can just be here while you work it out.”
“Why would you want that?”
“Want what? To be there for you?”
“No. Well, yeah. I’m kind of a bitch.”
“You’re… prickly.”
“And who wants to get stabbed like that?”
“Maybe someone who knows what’s beneath the thorns.”
“An emotionally repressed loner?”
“Someone I’ve really enjoyed getting to know. Someone who I want to know even better.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “But if you need to run right now, you can. Just know I’ll be here when you’re ready to come back.”
“You just want more sex,” I said, trying to lighten the mood because his words made me feel way too vulnerable.
“I won’t deny that,” he agreed. “But more than that, baby, I want you. Go ahead and take as long as you need to wrap your head around that.”
Without another word, he was the one to pull away, to walk into the bathroom.
Alone, I jumped off the bed and rushed through to my own bathroom.
Because no matter how much a part of me wanted to cling to his words, to believe he meant them, the larger part of me was terrified.
That he meant them.
That maybe I could feel the same way.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Colter
I expected the distance she kept from me after I came back from dealing with the condom to find the bed empty.
She was new to, well, feelings.
In general.
Let alone ones that had to do with another person.
She needed to try to get away from them.
She hadn’t realized yet that there was no outrunning them.
I would simply be there waiting when she did.
Even if I didn’t love how she purposely kept either Saint or Syn between us like human shields.
Or how she volunteered to help Syn put a better camera up, since the footage we’d gotten from the night before had been grainy as fuck.
Saint had spent the afternoon while I was in bed with Dylan finding a store with a better selection of cameras.
“Think the current teams might be best,” Saint said when I didn’t object right away.
“Why?”
“Because Syn and I know each other best. And you and Colter know each other better. It’s not a good idea to fuck with the dynamic.”
Then, before she could object, he took off with his brother in tow.