Page 105 of Toxic Wishes

He slowly releases my wrists.

No, no, please, no.

Was I wrong?

Colt’s lips are twisted in a snarl. There’s no mistaking it this time, and he’s breathing hard, in and out. In and out. As he glares down at me, I can feel him, it’s there. And it’s like we are wrapped up together, the heat between us suffocating, and all he has to do is pull me into his arms and take me.

But he doesn't. He stands there, and tears burn at the back of my eyes as he hoovers, unmoving, unwilling. My heart is breaking, inch by inch.

Shaking my head, I say. “So, guess it’s true football players can score a touchdown but would lose at finding a girl’s clit.” I scoff and push away from him. Pissed and humiliated, I just wanted to go back to my room and get some sleep. That is if I can sleep after this fucked up encounter. But then, suddenly, he grabbed my arms and hauled me back to him. I gasp as he puts his hands under my ass, lifting me so I’m face to face with him now.

“I may be hands-off with practice this season, but that pussy will never be hands-off after I’m done with you.” He brings me in, kissing me. Stealing my breath, I wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing my legs tighter around his waist.

“I’m dying to taste you,” he whispers. This is happening, and all I can think is…

Fuck yes.

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Colt

“The true beauty of music is that it connects people. It carries a message, and we, the musicians, are the messengers.” — Roy Ayers

Damn her. Fuck it, I’m not stopping. She just had to push my buttons. Everything she said and did, she knew, would bring me to this. And I wanted her to. In the back of my mind, I always knew I had to have her. I grab her ass in my hands and drop her down on the bed. Blake’s bed. Tightness fills my chest as I remind myself she’s Blake’s. But I push the thought away and decide I’ll feel guilty tomorrow. She unlocks her legs and straddles me. Our lips never break contact. I love her mouth. It’s hot and sweet, and she teases me with that tongue, flicking and brushing in ways that drive me insane.

“I hated feeling like that?” She pants.

“Like what?” I run my hands all over her body, gripping and squeezing as she breathes over my mouth and grinds on me. Making me painfully hard.

“Less than,” She says. ”It’s how I always feel around them or the mere mention of my cousins.”

It takes me a moment to remember we were talking about Namoi. Slipping my hand up her shirt, I take her breasts in my palm, and she lets out a little gasp.

“Sweetheart, you are anything but less than.” I squeeze her full breasts in my hand. I groan at finally having her in my arms like this.

I bite her bottom lip in between kisses. “And believe me, if it were Josh we were discussing, I would be jealous too.” My cock swells, and God, I can’t stop touching her. I’ve been with hundreds of women, and none of them felt like her. She’s so damn beautiful. Her smooth skin and luscious curly hair. I know if I touched her pussy, she would be wet, and I’m fucking starved to taste her. She wasn’t wrong when she said a lot of NFL players didn’t like going down on a woman, let alone know where the clit was. A lot of them were selfish. I, on the other hand, loved it. I didn’t do it for every girl. In fact, I’ve only done it for a handful, but only because I had to be into the girl. I treated it like a sport when it came to that. I had to make the girl cum. I had to score the touchdown, or I wouldn’t stop until I did.

I pull her hair out of her face as she grinds on me, and we hold each other's eyes. Hers says everything I'm feeling, and we’re both falling faster than we can comprehend.

Damn it.

Shaking my head. I pump the brakes and ask, “What do you see in me?”

I wasn’t used to women like Abigail, women who had goals. I could keep a jersey chaser happy because it was simple, give them attention and shower them with gifts. But Abigail was brilliant, deep and liked to think and give her opinion.

“You have no idea, do you?” She cups my face, kissing me. “The day I found out you not only dated my cousin but were related to…” She trails off, not saying his name. She doesn’t need to.

“I felt so guilty because all I could think about was when I would see you again,” she confesses.

I sink into her mouth, kissing her long and deep as I wrap an arm around her body, pressing her into me. Curling my fingers around the silk at her hip, I feel the urge to bury myself inside her right now. But will I just end up being a famous fling she fucks?

Can we do this?

If it will end up being a hot summer fling, I better make it the best she's ever had.

I kiss her neck, nibbling up to her chin, running my thumbs over her hard little nipples.

“Colt,” she pleads. “You want to turn off the lights?” She says. Causing me to stop in my tracks. I stare down at her. Does she not know how fucking hot she is? I know she had a boyfriend before. Did he not make her feel the way she looks? Perfect?

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