Page 124 of Toxic Wishes

“You make my heart pound so hard, it hurts Abigail. You. Your heart and who you are. Not just your body. But it all does make me want to touch you, and riding you is like being on a roller coaster ride. It’s so fucking fun that I never want it to end.” He meets my eyes and tucks my hair behind my ear.

“Do you regret me? Do you regret this?”

I freeze, thrown off by his question. “It’s ok. You can be honest, even if it’s just a small part of you. I’ll understand.”

I lean down, planting a hand down on his chest. “I regret the day I couldn’t stop staring at you, even after I found out you were Blake’s asshole older brother,” I say with a hint of playfulness.

“How I love the way you don’t say much, but when you do, you’re brutally honest, blunt. I regret the way my stomach flips when I hear you coming down the stairs when I’m in the kitchen, and I know I’m about to see you.” I rub my hand up his chest and over his neck. “And I regret how I had to get myself off in the shower when you weren’t around because I couldn’t stop fantasizing about how great this would be, and now that I know, I’m even more turned on when I know you are home.”

He arches his hips a little, pressing his cock up against me.

“ I regret that I would do nothing different. I couldn’t not feel this. Regardless of you being Blake's brother. I know the stars aligned, so we had to meet.”

I let my hair fall on my naked back as I let my gaze stare down at him. His cock swells underneath me. And I start rolling my hips, grinding on him.

“You’re trying to kill me, and the season hasn’t even started yet,” his voice low and husky when he speaks. I run my fingers through my hair as I grind on him. Feeling his hands run all over me as he cups my breasts, I soak up this moment. I am beautiful. I let him make me feel like the goddess I am now.

I make him hard.

I turn him on.

Not in a million years would I think this gorgeous, beautiful, famous football player would want me. “Stop feeling so good, and I’ll control myself,” I say through a breath as I continue to ride him.

“Never stop, Sweetheart.” I kiss him, feeling the stubble around his mouth. He feels like home.

I can’t love you. Do I love you?

No, it’s an impulse, but why does it feel right to say it now? Am I just being emotional? Should I? Feeling warmth spread across my body as my orgasm creeps in closer.

“I love you,” I whisper so softly. I hope he doesn’t hear me because the second it leaves my mouth, my stomach tightens, and regret sits in.

“Abigail, God,” he gasps, kissing me deeper. “What are you doing to me?”

“The same thing you are doing to me.” His phone starts ringing, and we try to hold on to the kiss and ignore it, but reluctantly, he finally sighs and pulls away. Picking up the phone, he looks at the screen. “Shit.”

I kiss his cheek and nibble at his jaw. “Hold on,” He sits up, and I hurry off him, letting him take the call. He swings his legs off the bed, and I can tell his demeanor has changed.

“Hey,” he says, getting up to walk away. As he walks away, I can only hear a loud voice on the other end as he walks further. I see him straighten his back and run a hand through his hair.

When he walks back over to me, I ask who it is, considering the time of night, and for a second, my heart stops as he sits there. Maybe Naomi and they still talked. He still cared for her as more than just friends.

But when he finally speaks. “My fucking dad,” comes out.

40

Colt

“Music acts like a magic key, to which the most tightly closed heart opens.” ? Maria von Trapp

My dad wasn’t even here yet, and I could feel my anxiety rise as the time ticked by. I knew it was only a matter of time before he showed up. I told him my house was being renovated, so I wasn’t staying there, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out where I could be staying in the meantime. My father knew more about my finances than I did.

Kiss by Prince played in the background as Abigail made us a healthy lunch since I had just returned from football camp with Bodie.

Before my father interrupted us, I had a proposition for her. I didn’t know if she would be willing to comply, but if not, I would offer her money to help seal the deal. That’s the beauty of having money, it makes people more manageable to deal with—the ones you wanted in your life. The ones you didn’t, it just kept them coming back for more.

I come up behind Abigail as she tosses what looks like a burger patty on the skillet.

“Smells delicious.” I hugged her around her waist and sneaked a kiss.

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