Page 26 of When Sparks Fly

“Oh, is that all?” I give an extra squeeze for good measure.

Without warning, he releases both hands and flips me around. I throw my hands out to brace myself on the brick wall.

One hand slides around my hip and down between my legs, cupping my core through my jeans. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna take good care of you,” he promises, biting and licking my neck.

His attentions are getting wetter, though it’s taking me a bit longer. Something feels off. I attribute it to a little fear at doing something wildly out of my comfort zone.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he whispers as he slides his hand up to pop open the button of my jeans and dip his hand inside.

When Colt’s hand grazes my clit I jolt, but I’m shortly convinced it was accidental as he pushes further.

He slips out of me, brushing my clit again and another startled sound escapes me. He chuckles. “I told you not to worry, baby.”

If he says baby one more time.

I’m not opposed to teaching. I did with my last two boyfriends. Either way, I don’t get the impression Colt thinks he has anything to learn, and since I don’t intend on this being a repeat experience, I let it go.

His hands work my jeans and underwear down my legs. The jingling of his belt and his zipper going down break through the quiet.

He grips my hips firmly with both hands and his exposed erection brushes my thigh. “I got you.”

In a moment of clarity, I freeze. “Wait!” His fingers dig into my hips but he doesn’t move. “Do you have a condom?”

Tension fills his silence. “I’m clean,” he says after a long moment.

“I don’t care.” I’m on birth control, but letting him finish inside me feels entirely too intimate for what’s happening here.

A hand leaves my hip, followed by a bit of movement. I dart my eyes over my shoulder to confirm he’s tearing open a condom. Once covered, he thrusts into me fully without warning and I curse loudly. A low “fuuuck,” rumbles behind me.

My head drops forward against the brick, the thump softened by my hand. Colt pulls back and thrusts in again. I reach one hand between my legsto continue what he started. If anyone’s going to get me there, it’s going to be me.

His intensity increases quickly and he drives into me over and over. If he cared a little more, we could probably get this whole thing together.

I try to clear my mind and lean into the buzz I’m losing. My fingers pick up their pace between my legs, sensing he won’t be lasting much longer.

His hands clench harder. “I can feel you squeezing my cock. You’re close.”

Sadly, he is mistaken.

“Shit.” His voice comes as a warning. Thrusting twice more, he finds his release.

I don’t give him time to come down before pulling away from him and redressing. “I’m going to stop by the bathroom.”

A couple of MC members are using a pool table in the back room and heat rushes through my neck and face. If they hadn’t figured out what was happening by the sounds, my embarrassment makes it clear.

That shit was not good and now I know one-night-stands are not my thing. I need more connection and someone who wants to please me, too. Just because it’s one night doesn’t mean it should be shit.

As I’m washing up, I notice minor abrasions on both palms from the brick. I roll my eyes. What a letdown.

Colt is seated at the table taking a long pull from a fresh beer. My hand rests on Leah’s shoulder as I look down at her. “I’m headed out. You hanging around?”

Pete’s eyes travel back and forth between the two of us before giving Colt some hardcore side-eye. I wonder which of us he thinks is the real cock block tonight.

For a split second, Leah meets my eyes and it’s clear she knows something is up. “I should head out, too. I’m beat.”

Pete looks at her with what can only be described as puppy dog eyes. He readjusts his hat needlessly.

“Give me your phone,” Leah orders and he does. With her number entered, she hands it back and jumps off her stool, grabbing her phone from the table as it lights up with the message she’s sent herself.

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