Page 35 of Ride or Die
Watching him walk in, wearing his gray hoodie with ripped stonewash jeans, his leather jacket, and white sneakers, is mesmerizing. His eyes are accentuated by the store lighting, that perfectly messy hair sweeping across his face. He’s so fucking sexy, and he’s all mine.
I make his breakfast and large coffee and sign his name with a heart. He leans over the counter, grabbing his meal and giving me a sweet kiss before heading out for the day.
Elliott watches the two of us interact, heading over when Colton turns away.
“Girl, I still can’t believe it was him you were talking about! You baggedtheColton Hawthorne. Every day, he brings you to work. I can’t get over it. He is so fucking smitten with you.” He beams, shaking his head as he watches Colt walk out.
Elliott is the closest thing to a friend that I have. Colt’s friends are slowly accepting me, but I still wouldn't call them actual friends.
“Why does everyone do that? Call him ‘TheColton Hawthorne’. He’s Colton, for Christ’s sake, not some overlord.” I roll my eyes.
“Whatever, you used to call him that too. And he kind of is. Everybody is obsessed with that guy. So, is he good in bed?” He nudges my shoulder, hitting me up for information.
I snort. Fuck yes. I may not have a lot of experience to compare, but when we have sex, it’s like our souls intermingle in a unique way that could only happen with him.
“He’s my boyfriend, Elliott. I’m not telling you about our sex life.” I shake my head and chuckle. He throws a towel at me.
“Boo, you’re no fun. But I’ll take that as a yes. I mean, look at that man!”
“The guy praises my vagina multiple times a day. That say enough?” I raise an eyebrow and smirk.
“Lucky girl.” He winks, both of us laughing as we get back to work.
When my shift ends, I change my clothes before leaving, throwing on a plaid skirt and V-neck sweater. I make us a couple of drinks before I meet Colt outside the shop. His smile reaches ear to ear when he sees me, and I can’t help but return it.
“Hey, babe,” he says softly as I approach him, sitting on the edge of a retaining wall. He pulls me between his thighs and kisses my lips gently, and I hand him the coffee. “Mm, thank you. How was work?”
I shrug. “Meh, work. How was your morning?”
He stands up and we start walking hand in hand to our lecture hall.
“Went to the gym, showered, then went to the library and got a jump on study notes for the accounting exam. Yes, I’ll share them with you,” he offers.
“No, no. You keep your notes. I’ll make my own. I’m an independent woman after all,” I boast confidently. “I also do my own notes as a form of studying, so…”
“But now you have a study partner, so you’re not on your own. We can study the material together. We can even reward each other.” He squeezes my hand and wiggles his eyebrows, smiling. I can’t help but giggle at him. The big tough guy has a little silly side to him.
“I’ve never smiled so much in my life,” he confesses. “Thank you for being with a piece of shit like me. You make me so happy, Layla.” He stops us to look down at me adoringly, leaning in and kissing me softly. My stomach flutters.
“You make me happy too, Colt.” I rub my hand on his cheek. We garner some attention as we walk across campus. It’s been this way since we started dating a few weeks ago. People are fascinated to see the bad boy and the good girl together. To see Colt with one woman.
I feel like royalty when I’m with him.
We make it to class and get through the boring three-hour lecture, then go to the library afterwards. I want to prepare for a test tomorrow, and we have a ton of papers coming up.
We work together, exchanging notes and books, while I constantly look over at him with pride. I love that he takes his education seriously. He’s smart, and I admire him for working hard for a better life. Even if he took a bad path to get here, I see a man who is trying to make a change, who wants a better life, and he wants it with me.
We head to the stacks to put our books back, and Colt looks at me with a gleam in his eye.
“What?” I ask, and he smiles, his gorgeous eyes darkening as he bites his lip.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand.
He drags me along the aisle to the back stairwell, and we head up to the third floor. Excitement rushes through me as we hustle and weave through the aisles until we reach the literature section, the same spot we made out that day.
“What are we doing here?” I ask suspiciously, though I have a feeling I know why. This guy can’t keep his hands to himself. The past few weeks have been so erotic, well…by my standards.
He doesn’t say a word, just pins me against the shelf. His scent overwhelms my senses as he looks down at me, his lustful eyes raking over me. I throb between my thighs as his pelvis pushes into mine.
