Page 108 of Chasing the Wild
Colt lets out a feral noise, “Jesus.Fuck. I should put you on your knees and give that filthy mouth of yours something to do.”
God. Did I say all that out loud?
“Please. I want you inside me.” My fingers curl, nails scratching against the wood grain.
“Give me what I want first. Then I’m going to fuck you until you’re so full I’m spilling out of you.” His teeth dig into the side of my neck, and I feel it building. The tingling, roaring sensation winds up from my toes as he works me harder.
“I can feel you shaking.” He twists his hand and presses his thumb over my clit, and I cry out with the added sensation. “I’m going to be inside you the rest of the day. My dirty girl, you just want to be filled over and over, don’t you?”
“Mmmmfuck. Daddy. Yes.” I’m aching, throbbing, and my climax starts to wind higher.
“Such a good girl for me. That’s it.” Colt’s words coax me towards the edge, the wave threatening to crash at any second, and just as I’m about to explode, he stops moving.
My body jerks with the suddenness of how he’s halted so abruptly. I’m panting, gasping.
“What the fuck was that?” His voice is a gruff whisper.
Blood pounds so hard and frantic in my ears. I can’t hear a thing.
Only, the next moment I do. Like a gunshot going off.
A truck door slams, right outside the barn.
“Holy fuck,” I croak and Colt rips his hand out of my leggings, his body suddenly rigid as he grabs me by the shoulders and drags me inside the stall.
His hand presses over my mouth as he covers my body with his, and we both listen for more noises from outside. My heart hammers at a frantic pace inside my chest. I can scent my arousal all over his hand. Oh my god, what is going on? My post-and-nearly-second-orgasm brain is woozy and foggy and is struggling to connect dots. Meanwhile, my pussy is busy sobbing, crying out at the unexpected loss of Colt’s touch.
“Yo, Dad. Are you out here?”
Oh god.
OH GOD.
My eyes nearly fall out of my head. All the blood drains from my face. I stare straight down the barrel of Colt’s hazel gaze and watch his eyes flick quickly between the open stall door, before coming back to meet mine, then they squeeze shut.
His mouth forms silent curses, and he takes a deep inhale through his nose. When those eyes open to look at me once again, there’s a storm of emotion there.
“Dad?” Kayce hollers, louder this time. Boots scuff over gravel. Another slamming of a vehicle door.
“Oh my god,” I whisper into his palm. Shock is starting to register. Kayce is here and I don’t know what that means, but holy fuck.Holy fuck.He could have walked in here… he could have seen… it means he’s back, and my time with Colt is over and…
The man standing over me swallows heavily. His stubbled throat bobs, then he does what he’s so fucking good at doing. Being quietly capable, he takes this insanity by the horns with both strong hands.
Dragging his palm away, he grips my chin. The expression in his eyes burns into me, fiery and filled with an emotion I can’t decipher. It’s only a long second, but he holds me firm, staring at me while my heart kicks into overdrive.
This can’t be happening.
Colt leans down, quickly brushing his lips over mine. “Stay in here. Do what you need to do with the horses. I’ll find out what’s going on.”
Then he disappears.
That kiss was too brief.
I want him to come back.
No. I refuse to accept reality. That cannot possibly have been our final moment together. My heart lurches, and my stomach falls into the piles of shavings on the ground. And oh god, he’s got my lace panties tucked in his pocket… what if they fall out, or they’re not fully hidden?
My shaky hands fly up to my mouth. Fingertips brushing over the place that is still tingling and wet from the brief moment his lips tenderly caressed mine just a second ago.
