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I press my forehead to hers, and both of us are damn near hyperventilating as I thrust over and over again, trying to think of anything that won’t make me cum, but she feels too good, and I’m too fucking lost.

She screams a curse word and then says, “Right there.”

My muscles are burning, and my head is spinning, but I don’t break pace. I focus on the goal, making sure she cums. But more importantly, making sure she doesn’t forget.

“Ah,” she moans, her body tensing and breathing shaking. She falls silent, throws her head back and cries out.

“Colt, Fuck!”

I kiss her hard. Seeing her cum again is enough to send me over the edge. I thrust hard, squeezing my eyes shut and spilling inside her, and again, the orgasms rake through my body. White hot heat streams from my thighs, and my cock pulses, and everything about her is heaven, toxic, addicting. Everything about her feels like it’s the first time. I come down, resting my elbows on the side of her head, and smooth the hair from her face. She gazes up at me. Her face was flushed and shiny with a layer of sweat.

“Did you kiss Naomi, or…” she hesitates. “Do other stuff when you left tonight?”

A light laugh leaves me. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”She twists her lips in embarrassment, but she presses anyway. “Did you?”

“No,” I tell her. “I didn’t invite her; I was just using her as a distraction to forget about you and how much I wanted this. How much I wanted—you.” I kiss her, surprised that even though I’ve cum, I’m not done with her. Which is not like me. I couldn’t get the jersey chasers out fast enough after I was done getting sucked off, or we fucked. But with Abigail, I could stay here all night with her.

“What about you? Do you have any exes that will be popping up?” I trace a line between her breasts.

“No,” she says quickly. “He’s far away, in California. And unless he tries to get his car back, that’s not happening.”

“That’s his car you're driving?” I pop my head up at her,

“Well, technically, it’s both of ours, but I’m the primary, and he’s the secondary since his credit is next to none.”

“Remind me to pay off your car in the morning so we don’t have to worry about that.”

She swats my shoulder. “No way, I can’t let you do that.”

“Abigail. Don’t argue with me.”

She kisses my neck. “He certainly doesn’t have your mouth.”

I pull her back by the neck, kissing her long and hard. The damage is done. I’ll feel guilty tomorrow.

35

Colt

“Music is the only thing I’ve ever known that doesn’t have any rules at all.” — Josh Homme

I roll my neck under the hot spray, every muscle in my body sore. It’s like I trained for hours. I couldn’t help but indulge in the fantasy of having her here every day, as many times a day as I wanted, for my muscular health. But I know I can’t. We did it again last night, then crashed. And as much as I wanted to fall asleep beside her in the apartment, I knew my mom and Bodie would question us, and it would look too suspicious for me to walk inside the house with my same clothes on. I want her again this morning, now that I know what I’ve been missing, but we can’t let this become normal. It will be painful enough when it ends, but before I know it, football season will start, and I’ll be gone, traveling again.

I shut off the water and towel-dried my hair. When I see her again, it will be in the bright daylight, and I’ll have to face how I did something shitty last night. Well, kind of, it would have been really shitty if we had our fucking session in Blakes's room.

I finish drying off and brushing my teeth in the sink. I’m trying not to think about the hot woman sleeping in my apartment. I mean, how wrong is what we are doing? She’s single. I’m single. We’re both adults, ya there is a slight age difference, and I dated her cousin. And yes, she knew my little brother, but I liked her before I knew all that about her. No one else was a factor in that. We aren’t trying to hurt anyone. Stepping back into my bedroom, I fight the urge to sneak into the apartment and have her again since it’s still early and Bodie is asleep. My mom must have moved into the other bedroom downstairs since I didn’t see her on the couch when I returned to my room last night.

Images of Abigail flash through my mind. I don’t know if I love her, but I’ve never wanted anything or anyone this bad. When I reached for my phone to text her, I realized I didn’t even have her number to wish her a good morning. That needs to change quickly. I sneak back downstairs, my heart beating fast. When I don’t hear my mom in the kitchen, I move quickly, ensuring I’m out of the house before anyone sees me. I jog down the concrete path to the apartment behind the lakehouse. I knock on the door before letting myself in. Abigail and her golden curly hair are sprawled out on the bed. She looks alluring as ever. I walk over to the bed and climb over her, spreading one leg open with my thigh. I kiss her softly, moving across her cheek to her ear and back toward her mouth.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

She moans, arching to meet my lips. Which are trailing down her body, then back up to her breasts.

“Isn’t it?” She says, joking.

I chuckle. Reaching over to the nightstand, I dig out another condom and start taking my sweats off.

“We don’t have much time. Just a quickie, okay.”

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