Page 73 of Wicked Fantasies

He responded to her request in true Colt fashion, taking her hard and deep and in the way she loved.

Over and over he pounded his cock into her body as his loving words drove into her heart and her soul. They came together long and loud and she had only begun to drift down to earth, when she felt Heath enter her.

His lovemaking was just as desperate, just as passionate and before she knew what hit her, she was coming again, bright lights flashing behind her eyes and a full orchestra playing in her ears. “I love you,” she screamed, clutching Heath.

As his climax died, he lowered himself onto her, keeping the majority of his weight on his arms. “I love you too, Sunshine. I love you so much it’s killing me.”

She smiled, drowsy and well loved and completely at peace for the first time in her life.

Epilogue

It was the middle of the night when she skittered to the top of the bed, away from his groping hands. It seemed none of them were able to pull away from each other for more than a couple of hours.

“Colt.” Her voice issued a warning both men chose to ignore.

“Come on, Sunshine. We haven’t finished celebrating.” Heath tried to grasp her ankle, but she deftly dodged him, taking him by surprise with her quick evasion.

“And what exactly do you think we’re celebrating?” she asked.

“Our upcoming nuptials.”

“Funny,” she replied. “I don’t remember saying yes to any proposal.”

Heath rose, ready to spring, but she anticipated his move and dove over him onto the floor by the bed.

“Is this a chase?” Colt sat up and grinned evilly, his lower body proving his readiness to play, tenting the sheet around his waist.

“No,” she answered, obviously anxious to put that thought to rest quickly. “Actually, I have something else in mind.”

He frowned. “Other than sex?”

Kylie rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mr. One-Track-Mind. Other than sex. You two wait here and I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

He scowled, ready to protest, but Heath halted his words. “Okay. Just so long as sex figures somewhere into the game, Sunshine.”

“Geez, you two certainly are a matched-set. Giant vessels, horny creatures, filled with nothing but testosterone.” She accompanied her words with a funny imitation, placing two fingers against the side of her head like devil’s horns and giving them her best evil eye.

Colt laughed at her silly face. “I’ll only play your game so long as you promise not to put any clothes on. I have to say I sure do like the sight of you right now. All pissed off and naked.”

“Fine, promise you won’t come out until I call.”

“Promise,” Heath agreed. “But make it quick. I’m with Colt, you look damned irresistible.”

Colt leaned back against the headboard with his arms crossed as she left the room. “What did she mean when she said she didn’t accept our proposal? Didn’t what happened here tonight seem like a yes?”

“She said she loved us, not that she agreed to marry us. Damn, she got us with semantics.”

“She didn’t say anything about marriage. Hell, what do you think that means? I’m not going to do this living together thing forever, Heath. I want that girl to commit to us. I need that commitment. She’s ours.”

“I agree.” Heath stood up and grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor. “What the hell’s taking her so long?”

Colt rose and pulled on his pants as well. “I don’t know, but I don’t aim to wait too much longer. Shit, for all we know, she’s duped us both and is sneaking out the back door as we speak.”

He meant his words as a joke, but both of them exchanged alarmed glances.

“She wouldn’t.” They took off down the hallway, stumbling to a halt in the living room. Kylie had drawn the curtains and was pouring out shots of tequila.

She scowled at them when the entered the room. “I didn’t call you yet.”

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