Page 27 of Double Booked

Although Justin’s tone was lively, I could see the relief in his eyes and it didn’t surprise me that he made an excuse to leave not long after. Colton refilled my wine glass and grabbed another beer from the fridge before sitting down next to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and I gave into the urge to melt against him, letting out a little sigh as he squeezed my shoulders. “I’m glad the two of you are getting along so well, even if it’s ganging up on me,” he murmured.

My breath caught in my throat. This would be the perfect time to bring this up with Colton but should I? Justin seemed to be sure there was nothing between them but I recognized one of the wild emotions that had flashed in his eyes. Fear. Fear of being caught out or fear of my reaction I didn’t know, but he didn’t deny that he still felt that way about Colton. Only that Colton felt that way about him.

“Of course,” I said carefully. “The two of you are such good friends. I don’t want to come between that.” I chickened out of actually saying the words and instead chose to test the waters.

“We are, but I think Justin would be yours too if you wanted.” My what? Friend? Surely Colton wasn’t suggesting what I thought he was. No, he wouldn’t do that. He definitely meant friend.

“I don’t know if I could compare to all those years of history.” I forced my tone to be light even as I voiced one of my fears out loud.

“Then we create new history together. The three of us.” The way he said that almost had me caving and asking what he meant but I stayed silent. I wasn’t sure I wanted clarification. In the past, more details hadn’t always made me feel better. Maybe he just meant the three of us as friends. He nuzzled the side of my head. “Now that I have you, I don’t want to lose you. Either of you.”

I didn’t know what to say. I should tell Colton what I told Justin. That the two of them were meant to be together. But my heart ached when I even thought of the words because saying them meant losing Colton and I selfishly wanted a little more time. But before I left I would say something. I could enjoy these next few days and then I would talk to Colton. The two of them deserved each other and if I could help make that happen I would be happy. But until then I would take advantage of any time I could.

I turned my head and brushed my lips against his in a soft kiss. Once, twice. On the third time, he cradled the back of my head with one hand and brought me closer, deepening the kiss. Our lips moved against each other in almost a lazy way, savoring each touch. Without breaking our kiss, he shifted to lay me down on the couch, covering my body with his. I let one leg fall to the floor, letting him settle in the cradle of my hips and groaning when his hardness pressed against my core.

He traced my face with his fingers, trailing those whispery touches down my neck and across my collarbone until I shuddered into the kiss. That same hand ran up and down my side until it caught the hem of my shirt. He broke the kiss to tug my shirt up and over my head, groaning when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. My hands tugged at the hem of his own shirt and he quickly got rid of it, lowering back down until our bare skin pressed together. He kissed me again, slow and sweet and I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, fingertips digging in in an effort to bring him closer. He pulled back to give himself room to cup one of my breasts, thumb strumming across my nipple till I gasped. He placed a trail of kisses down my neck until his lips replaced his thumb. He alternated licks and nips until I squirmed underneath him. Every nip seemed connected straight to my clit and I ground against him for relief.

He tugged down my shorts and I lifted my hips so he could drop them on the floor next to my shirt. He sat back on his knees, eyeing the silky underwear I slipped into earlier today. He lightly ran a finger across my hip bones to the growing wet patch on the fabric. I tried to lift my hips to get him to increase pressure but he kept his touch infuriatingly light. Without warning, his thumb pressed down on my clit through the fabric and I cried out, bucking my hips. He dropped to his knees on the floor and yanked my hips to him. I groaned when he pressed his lips to the soaked fabric and inhaled. Tugging the material to the side, he covered my center with his mouth in long licks. The pressure was exquisite but it wasn’t enough to drive me over the edge. I fisted my hands in his hair, trying to drag him where I needed and he chuckled against my skin.

“Patience, baby girl, we’re not rushing this, not tonight. You’re going to lay there and take what I give you.”

I groaned. “That sounds like torture.”

“The sweetest kind,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to each hip bone before dropping his mouth back to my center. His long slow licks were punctuated with small nibbles on my most sensitive area and before I knew it, I could feel my orgasm rising inside me. Before it could crest though, he pulled away and sat up, ignoring my dismayed groan. He shoved his shorts and boxers down his hips and ran his hands up and down my inner thighs.

“Flip over onto your knees, baby girl. Hands on the back of the couch.” My insides clenched at his demanding tone but I did as he asked. I looked over my shoulder at him after I settled onto the couch and he stood there staring at me with a soft look in his eyes. I swallowed against the lump in my throat. Choosing to hide my vulnerability with sass, I wiggled my hips at him.

“Are you just going to stand and stare or actually do something?”

He laughed and reached out a hand to palm one of my hips. “Define something,” he said, letting a hand fall to my ass in a soft spank. I yelped at the sting but it faded into a warm heat.

“Well fucking me for starters.”

He laughed, smacking the other cheek and I only jumped slightly this time. “Haven’t you ever heard that some things are worth the wait.”

“Patience has never been my strong suit.”

He laughed but stepped closer to me until I could feel the heat from him on the back of my thighs. Whatever sassy retort I was going to say next faded away when he pressed a finger inside of me unexpectedly. I gasped and then moaned when he withdrew it and one finger turned to two.

The orgasm that had previously faded came roaring up again with a vengeance and when he curled his fingers to brush against my g-spot, I cried out as my legs shook. Before I could reach that peak again, he withdrew his fingers. I whipped my head around ready to cuss him out and he smacked my ass again, the words dying on my lips. Before I could catch my breath again, he had grabbed my hips and was sliding into me.

The first thrust left me breathless but the second had a moan slipping out of my lips as he slid deep inside me. This position allowed him to go so much deeper and he set a pace that had me gasping and moaning into the couch cushion. He leaned forward, changing the angle and I cried out, the sound muffled by the couch. One hand threaded in my hair and he used that to pull my head up.

“Let me hear you, baby girl,” Colton panted, showing I wasn’t the only one affected by his teasing.

He picked up the pace, hammering into me harder and when his finger came around to press small tight circles on my clit, I shattered. Curses and moans fell from my lips as he fucked me through my shaking orgasm. I whined and twisted my hips as my walls became oversensitized.

“Easy there,” he murmured in my ear. “Give me one more.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I panted out. The force of just that one orgasm had my insides liquefied.

“You can,” he pulled back and grabbed my hips with both hands. He slowed down the pace but went impossibly deeper each time and I groaned as I could feel my orgasm building again. He slipped a finger down to gather some of the wetness leaking out of me and brushed against my back door. I stiffened and he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder blade. “Is this okay?” he murmured and I nodded. I hadn’t done anal in a long time but I knew Colton would be careful.

Gathering some more of my wetness, he worked his thumb into my ass, massaging the tight muscle till it gave way. I groaned loudly when he started moving his thumb in time with the thrusts of his hips. The orgasm that had been building inside me came raging back and for a few breaths I was almost scared of its intensity but Colton didn’t relent. For a breath I hung suspended in time and space and then the force of my orgasm slammed into me so hard I lost my breath. My muscles shook and I almost blacked out for a moment, distantly aware of Colton roaring his own release and collapsing on top of me, his chest against my back a welcome weight tying me to this world. Tears burned in my eyes both from the force of my orgasm and from the wave of emotion that threatens to overwhelm me. I didn’t want to lose Colton but I had the sinking feeling I was on borrowed time after I had the conversation about Justin with him.

CHAPTER 15

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