Page 28 of Regrets

I need to leave, stop fucking staring at him.

I watch as his hands move to her hair, threading through it as his biceps bulge. He grabs her arms and pulls her body up to his, kissing her deeply, but it almost seems mechanical, a mix between animal and machine as he tosses her to the bed and grabs something from the table next to his bed.

His strong back is to me as I watch him toss a condom wrapper to the floor, and I assume he’s slipped it on as he slides over her body. She was ready and waiting for him to attack, her fingers sliding through his thick hair as they kiss, and he rolls over pulling her onto his lap as he props himself up on his elbows now facing the door.

I can’t move as his eyes lock on mine.

My heart stops as I fight to breathe, expecting him to yell at me to get the hell out, but he doesn’t.

His lips slide up into a devilish smirk as he watches me spy on him with a girl I don’t know.

His eyes move back to the blond as his hands move to the dress she’s wearing, pulling it up and off of her well-developedbody. She’s not wearing a bra, and now I can see her bare back as she straddles his lap.

Her fingers slide over his stomach as he looks past her and directly at me.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Linc.”

I swallow, my throat dry, hearing her voice as he moves her panties out of his way as her hips move over his lap, grinding against him.

His hands hold her hips, and I watch from afar as her hips dip forward and her head falls back with a hearty moan, and I know he’s inside her as her hands grip his biceps.

I cover my mouth and run away from his door, straight to Colt’s bedroom.

I want to be horrified, angry at him maybe for letting me watch that.

But I feel a heat low in my belly and a deep ache that I want to be satisfied. I open Colt’s door, quietly sneaking in and closing it behind me as I climb into his bed, laying my head on his chest.

He stirs and tips his head to look at me. “Pea?”

“You better not have any other girls that sneak into your bed in the middle of the night.”

He laughs softly at that and wraps an arm around me. “Never. You okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just a little quiet down in the basement.”

He smooths his hand over my hair, and I take in the smell of his shampoo and bodywash as I lay against his bare chest. “Yeah. You know you could have taken Lola’s room up here. It’s not like she’s home much.”

“I’d never do that.”

I feel him smile. “I know. You’re stubborn.”

I don’t argue as I let my hand slide over the ridges of his ab muscles. They’re starting to get more definition as a resultof him working out with Linc in the basement’s fully-equipped gym. “Besides, nowhere is better than your bed.”

He kisses my temple. “I definitely like you in my bed.”

I smile to myself, happy to hear it as I slide my hand slowly down and under the hem of his sweats, over his briefs.

“Pea . . .” It’s a brief gasp as I move my hand over him, feeling his dick stir to life.

“I love you, Colt.” I look up, nipping at his jaw.

“I love you, Penelope.”

I grip his hardened dick in my hand and stroke him through his briefs.

“Pea,” he gasps as I remove my hand and climb over his larger body to straddle his lap, loving the feel of him between my legs.

Wanting desperately to show him just how much I love him.

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