Page 51 of Ride or Die
We sit here for a moment waiting for the windshield to defog, both of us basking in our post-orgasm glow.
“So, if makeup sex is always like that, I’m willing to have more arguments with you.” He chuckles, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Very funny.”
He smirks over at me, his expression turning serious the longer he looks into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
Colt reaches over and grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips. He kisses my knuckles one by one, looking at me like I’m the sole reason the world spins.
“Why did you choose me Colt?” I blurt without thinking.
"I didn't choose you. You chose me." Dropping our connected hands in his lap, Colt leans his head against the headrest, eyes still on me. “Ever since I first saw you, it’s always been you. Everyone else was just a distraction. I will never fuck this up. You’re it, the one. Don’t ever doubt what I feel for you, no matter how hard those stupid fucks try to get between us,” he whispers, reaching over to brush his thumb across my cheek.
“It’s me and you against them, babe.”
He leans across the middle console to kiss me, and I can’t help the smile that crosses my face. His words always make me blush.
Colt sits back, turning up the stereo volume and clicking his seat belt into place. The bass rumbles through the car, ‘03 Bonnie and Clyde by Jay-Z featuring Beyoncé plays.
We both chuckle when Jay-Z raps about having his ‘thoroughest’ girl riding with him.
“How fitting, ” Colt says, looking at me with glazed-over eyes and a small smile.
We sit and listen for another moment as the windshield finally starts to clear.
The lyrics make us both smile, feeling so appropriate, and it hits right in the feels.
We put our hands on the stick together as he looks at me with that gorgeous smile. We put the car into gear, and he drives us home.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
BRAWL
LAYLA
When we get back to my house, I look up at the place that I share with my shitty sister and parents. I don’t want to be here if I don’t have to.
“Would you mind if I stayed at your place tonight?” I ask quietly, looking over at him. He smiles.
“I was hoping you'd ask. I could use a good cuddle to sleep. One night away from you was too much.”
I giggle. He is so cute with me, and I am not lost on how ironic that is, considering how he just fucked me.
“Come up with me to help me pack an overnight bag?”
Colt nods and gets out of the car. Once we get inside, we go straight to my room. He sits on the bed while I start packing some clothes, my laptop for schoolwork, and my personal hygiene products. I’m still standing at my dresser when Colton comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. He burrows his face into my neck, breathing me in.
“Mmm, you always smell so good,” he mumbles, sending shivers down my spine.
“If you keep distracting me I won’t be able to pack and get out of here so we can cuddle like you want.” I rest my head back against his shoulder, and he groans.
“You’re right. Pack for a few days. I’m not going to be able to let you leave. Fuck it, you should just move in with me,” he says passively, like he didn’t just come out with something so monumental. My eyes widen.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. We’re always together anyway, and my mom doesn’t give a shit what we do. If you want to, you can stay however long you want. This is our life now, babe.”
Happiness overwhelms me, and I throw myself against his broad chest, hugging him tightly. He squeezes me back and kisses my head.
