Page 45 of Sack

Colt barked out a laugh.

Giving him a dirty look, she declared, “I meant to do that, too.”

“Last practice throw.” He folded his arms, looking smug and a heck of a lot more confident. “I see a happy ending in my near future.”

“Don’t get cocky. I’m making it with this throw.”

Only she didn’t. Though that time she did manage to hit a bottle.

Colt rubbed his hands together. “Let the games begin.” He picked up a ring, and using a new technique, tossed the ring so it arced up, falling to land smack dab on the neck of the bottle.

Ivy’s mouth fell open. Then shooting him a glare, she accused, “You scammed me!”

“I did no such thing. It was a lucky shot motivated by pure greed.”

“And the little lady wins a banana,” the kid called out mimicking a carnival barker.

“More than one it seems,” she murmured.

Colt tossed his head back and laughed.

Back against the wall, Colt thrust into her.

They’d barely made it past his front door when he’d been on her, pulling her in for a deep kiss while his hands stripped her of her clothes. He hadn’t said a word, his movements quick, jerky, and rough, as though he couldn’t get her naked fast enough. One second her feet were on the ground, the next, she was airborne, her back hitting the wall as he held her under her ass and sank home.

It was hurried, wild, fervent, and fierce.

It was kriffing hot.

She was coming before she even knew what hit her. “Yes!”

Legs locking on his hips, back arching, she drew out every last ounce of her orgasm until she was left limp, her whole body tingling.

Colt face-planted her neck, his breathing harsh as her fingers played with the hair at the back of his head. She loved how soft it was and the way the short strands rippled over the pads of her fingers.

“I’ve been fantasizing about doing that all day.” He kissed up her neck to her lips, capturing them, then deepening into a smooth, languid kiss.

He carefully dropped her legs, supporting her by her waist while sliding out.

“Fuck.” Though the curse was softly spoken, it made it no less powerful.

She was about to ask what was wrong when she felt why dripping down her thigh.

His hand hit the back of his neck. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s okay. I’m just as much to blame. I wasn’t thinking, either.”

He looked up. “I promise I’m clean. I had a physical that included a full blood panel. I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“I’m clean.” She didn’t elaborate, knowing he didn’t want to know. “And I’m on the pill so we’re good on that front as well.”

He slowly nodded. “Okay… good.”

His expression turned pensive.

“What?”

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