Page 113 of Toxic Wishes

My eyes widen as a heavy feeling expands in my core. No way. How did Colt get my number?

Unknown: You there?

Unknown: I know you saw Naomi’s car this morning without saying goodbye, rude, but it’s not what you think.

I continue to put the car in reverse and drive off. I figured I could use the drive home to get my emotions in check. Besides, I was always at people’s beck and call, and maybe it was a good thing to make him sweat a little, waiting for a response. I had to wait all morning, knowing Naomi was there and any moment would be jumping his bones once his mom left. Yeah, Bodie was there, but my cousin always got what she wanted and stopped at nothing to get it. So it wouldn’t shock me if she stuck Bodie in his room with a new toy or movie while she sucked Colt off in his room. I heard all the stories growing up, and my cousins were not shy about their sexuality when it came to being a woman. They made it sound like a power trip the way they talked about men and how dumb they were when it came to sex and control.

When I pull up to the driveway, an unexpected relief of tension spills out of me like a water hose. Colt said he was alone, but that doesn’t mean he would stay alone. I never know who might pop up at his house or who he may be hanging out with, or at least that’s what it seemed like lately.

I lock my car door and walk down the concrete sidewalk to the back. Immediately, I spot Colt hovering over the kitchen sink, washing a dish. God, even the sight of his ripped back sent a sensation of warmth spiraling down my core to my clit, making me aware of my racing heartbeat. I open the glass door, setting my backpack down on the floor. He shuts the water off at the same time he looks over his shoulder at me.

A devilish grin crosses his face as he grabs a towel off the counter to dry his hands and turns his torso around to face me. He throws the towel over his shoulder and leans against the kitchen counter.

“Guess you didn’t get my texts.” He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, lifting a brow at me.

“I did, but it’s not safe to text and drive,” I fire back with a slight smirk.

He dips his chin in laughter. “Ah, going to play that game now, are we?”

“What game?” I say as I walk over to the fridge and grab a water bottle out of it. When I turn around, he’s right up against me.

“Colt,” I say breathlessly. “Geeze.”

“You need to get fucked, sweetheart; I know you are mad right now, but let us get the good part out of the way.”

“You need to tell me how you got my number.”

“From Naomi,” he pulls me into his arms, and I have only a moment before his mouth is on mine, keeping me from asking the several questions in my head right now. One of his hands pulls at my hair behind my head, and the other arm wraps around my waist, pressing me to him so tightly that I can hardly breathe. But God, I don’t care. I’m warm and surrounded by his smell, and he feels so far gone that he’s carrying me with him and circling my arms around his neck. I spread my legs as he lifted me and locked my ankles around his back.

“Shit, I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” He says, still devouring my lips.

“Me too.” He sets me down on the kitchen counter. I pull his shirt up and break our kiss momentarily before our arms are around each other again. He leans into me, forcing me back a little as he deepens the kiss.

“I couldn’t wait for you to get back here,” he says. I tug at his sweats, signaling for him to pull them down.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because all I wanted was this.” His hands scale my ribs, and he pushes me back and he forces my shirt and bra to expose my tits. I fall to the table, and he dives down, biting and tonguing my nipples. I close my eyes and moan. Squirming under him and arching my back. I'm not sure if I’m trying to get closer to his mouth or if it’s too much to take. I can feel his lips all the way to my toes. Heat fills my wet pussy. And I watch as his hot tongue flips over the hardened bud of my nipple. My clit is throbbing so hard I can’t breathe. I shake, and an explosion of pleasure racks through me, warming my insides. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I cry out.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” I shutter, opening my eyes—a little in shock. I look down seeing Colt staring down at me.

“Did you just come?” he asks, his eyes rounded in surprise.

I swallow, my mouth suddenly parched. “Yeah, I think I did.”

“His eyebrows shoot up. “You like your nipples kissed, huh?”

“If you’re kissing them, yeah.”

He rises and pulls me up to my feet. Holding my eyes as he unbuttons my shorts.

“You were so amazing last night.”

My eyes light up. “ I was good, huh? Even for a famous NFL player?”

A faint smirk crosses his lips. “It hasn’t been like that with anyone else, that’s for sure.”

I can’t help but raise my chin a little as hyper-awareness spreads through me.

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