Page 38 of Shoot Your Shot

But I continue on, finally getting his jeans down enough to take his large cock into my palm, and I begin jerking him. Just from my touch, pre-cum seeps from his tip, and a lone groan rips from his mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he hisses.

I’m crazed. Completely and utterly insane. Sinking down lower against the wall, I dip my head down between us and run my tongue over the tip of him before pulling back and spitting on his length. He groans, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me back up.

“God-fucking-dammit, baby. You know how much I love it when you spit on my dick before you fuck me with your hand,” he hisses against my lips.

He rips my leggings down with so much aggression that my thong goes right along with them. His hand skims down my body, traveling between my thighs before his fingers part me. As he slides a finger, then two inside, I cry out in bliss. I could never explain this feeling to anyone else. The sensation where two bodies become one in an instant. There’s no logic, no sound reasoning in my brain, for how nothing else matters. The only thing I care about is having him close to me.

I’ve missed so many parts of him. And this … is just one.

With my back to the wall, his eyes burn into mine as he works his fingers in and out. I slide my hand back and forth on his cock, never breaking eye contact.

We’ve only just started, and I’m already so close to coming undone on his fingers. I haven’t been touched by anyone else since I left him. And pleasuring myself has never given me the same level of bliss as my husband did.

Even the intense look on his face right now has me spinning out of control. He’s so fucking hot, and I have no idea how I even landed a catch like him to begin with.

“Kolt.” I hardly choke the word out, tipping my chin upward. “It’s been so long. I … I think I’m going to—”

His mouth crashes against mine again. “If you finish that sentence, I’m going to blow my load all over your pretty fingers without being able to stop myself,” he growls. “Goddammit, I want to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock wants to be home inside your sweet pussy. But right now, I’m about to come in your hand because I’ve fucked my own so many times, imagining it was yours. I’ve been deprived of you, Paige.”

Pressing his nose against mine, he pumps his fingers in and out and takes his thumb to rub circles against my clit. When he applies a little more pressure, he sends me over the edge.

“Soak my fingers, baby,” he rasps, his eyes hazing over, and I know he’s so close to losing control.

I glide my other hand behind him and dig my fingernails into the flesh of his ass cheek before pumping his cock a few more times.

“Fuuuck,” he says through gritted teeth as his body begins to tremble.

Our eyes never look away as we both get lost in our orgasms. My lips part, and a loud sound—something between a moan and a whimper comes from my mouth.

Just as I feel his seed spread onto my hand, he groans, “Paige.”

My hips buck against his palm, and I ride his hand as my vision begins to blur. My head spins, and my entire body feels like it’s floating as ecstasy flows from my head to my toes.

The room goes black for a moment, and when everything comes back into my vision, my head is leaning against Kolt’s shirt.

As I slowly come back to reality, the realization of what we did hits me. There is no taking this back—I know that. But the question is … where the hell do we go from here?

I dare to peer up at him. His chest rises and falls while he tries to catch his breath.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, sliding my hand to his chest. “Your heart … is it … was it all right that we just did that?”

With one arm looped around my waist, he stretches the other one to cup my cheek in his hand. “Trust me, for the first time in a long time, my heart is just fine.”

His eyes drift to my lips again, but I look down, pulling back.

“I need to, uh, wash my hand,” I utter before ducking around him and heading for the bedroom.

Rushing inside, I walk into the bathroom and close the door.

For a moment, I felt so good. I felt whole again, in some messed-up way. And now, looking at the woman staring back at me in the mirror as I wash my hands, I don’t feel any of those things.

I feel scared. Because what just happened doesn’t fix everything, and somewhere inside of him, Kolt has to know that.

After cleaning myself up, I take a seat on the couch and pull my phone out when I feel it vibrate. I’m not up for any company right now. I thought after Paige and I both finished, things would be different. Instead, she took off for the guest bedroom, and I haven’t seen her since.

Coach Jacobs: I know you had an appointment today. I’d like to hear how it went.

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