Page 39 of Along Comes Trouble

“Right there for anyone to see?” Colton’s voice drops an octave. “You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you ?”

“Mmhmm.”

“And what if I wanted to unveil that perfect body of yours and stretch you out in front of me? What if I wanted to fuck you so hard, you screamed my name as you came, your gorgeous tits bouncing each time I rammed my dick into you? Would you let me do that? Out there, under the stars and the moon, with the stadium lights blaring down on us ?”

I slip my hand under the covers and into my panties. The thought of him taking me like that, the illicit nature of it all, has me wet and throbbing. I moan through closed lips as I slide a finger along my clit .

“Are you touching yourself, Blue Eyes? Does the thought of me taking what I want from you out in public turn you on ?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Make yourself come for me. Let me hear you moan .”

“I want you to come, too.” My words are drawn, tight with need. I can’t get the images he created for me out of my head. My body stretched out on the bleachers, my hair falling like curtains off the sides. My naked breasts shuddering as Colton buries himself inside me, time and time again .

“Believe me, I will. I need to hear you, baby.” His voice hums in my ears and I circle a thumb around my clit, moaning into the phone .

“Tell me more,” I beg. “Tell me what else you’d do to me .”

“Fuck, Tessa. I’d do whatever I fucking wanted to you. I’d use that beautiful body until you begged for mercy, until you screamed for God, until you came so hard that you thought I was a god .”

I clench around my fingers and groan, his name on my lips. His breath quickens, and he growls, a low sound that is my undoing. I come, arching my back even as I fight to keep the phone to my ear, desperate to hear each and every sound he makes .

“Are you coming for me?” Colton’s voice is thick .

“Yes.”

“Let me hear you. Let me hear you scream .”

Instead of slowing down, I increase the speed and friction, pushing myself past a limit, panting his name, writhing on the bed as his ragged breath tells me he’s close. “Please, Colton,” I cry, even though I don’t know what I want from him other than more, more, more .

He groans, long and low and feral. I imagine his dick in his hand, the hot spurt of his release and I quiver in ecstasy as my hand slows and then stops altogether. Colton sighs and I smile .

“Well that happened,” I say after I catch my breath .

“It sure did,” Colton replies, laughing lightly. “You feel free to call me any time you’re feeling lonely, you hear ?”

“Colton?”

“Yeah, Blue Eyes ?”

“The next time, maybe you shouldn’t wait until we get home to find out if you could fuck me on the bleachers. Maybe you should just try taking what you want .”

“Holy shit, Tessa. Don’t say that if you don’t mean it .”

“I mean it or I wouldn’t have said it.” I smirk, proud of my clever response .

“You really are the perfect woman for me, you know that? Who would have thought that a quiet little schoolteacher would have all the answers ?”

“Certainly not the quiet little schoolteacher.” I lick my lips and sit up. “I sure am glad you spilled those nachos on me .”

“Yeah,” Colton replies. “Me, too.” There’s a smile in his voice that makes everything seem right in the world and just when I think he’s ready to say goodbye, he continues. “Thanksgiving is coming up soon. Does that mean you have to go back to South Carolina to see your family ?”

“My parents booked a cruise this year, so no. It’ll just be me all by myself this year .”

There’s a pause, and then, “Would you like to come to Thanksgiving at the farm? My parents will be there, and so will David and his friends and their families. It’ll be a pretty full house.” When I don’t immediately reply, he hurries on. “Maybe a family gathering is too much, too soon. If it is, pretend I never said anything .”

My smile is so big, my cheeks hurt. “Are you sure you want me there ?”

“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend the day with .”

“Then yes. I’d love to come. I’ve always wondered what a massive family get together would be like .”

“I don’t know if this will live up to your expectations, but I really hope you’ll come .”

“I’d love to. And Colton ?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for inviting me. It means a lot to be included.” We say our goodbyes and I pull the covers up over my head, squealing in excitement. Everything is falling into place for me, piece by piece. I have a job I love, a man I could easily love, and never, in all my life, have I been happier .

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