Page 109 of Saddled in Secrets
Our combined passion echoes in the small space. My labored breaths puff against his cheek. He buries his face in the crook ofmy craned neck. Abrasive stubble sends prickles across my skin, heightening the stimulation. A purposeful arch of my hips sends him deeper in both holes. I tremble from the impact.
“Damn, Princess. I can feel us.” He swivels his finger, pushing against the thin barrier between my ass and vagina. “You take me so well.”
When he rubs that sensitive spot, stars burst in my vision. I don’t even see the release coming. Pleasure sweeps in and takes control. Every part of me is throbbing to a feverish pulse. It’s solid and comforting and causes me to babble incoherently.
Colton jerks against me, stumbling in rhythm. The intensity of my orgasm must trigger his. After a final thrust, he bellows and stills. Small tremors ripple through him. Warmth floods me from the inside out. It’s overwhelming but soothing.
There’s a buzzing in my ears as I regain possession of my faculties. Colton is slumped forward, caging me against the wall. Our harsh breathing is drowned out by the stream. I slide my eyes shut and float.
Seconds or minutes pass before he straightens. A slow blink reunites our gazes. Matching grins soon follow.
Colton rests his forehead on mine. “Have I told you I love you?”
“Not yet this morning,” I tease. “Happy birthday.”
His lips caress mine. “Thanks to you, this will be the first one worth remembering.”
After we rinse off and get dressed, Bianca tugs me downstairs for whatever she’s planned next. If it’s anything like her first surprise, I’m in for a treat. My dick twitches in my jeans. Damn thing is never satisfied.
Which is a direct extension of my obsession for this woman. She pulls me around a corner and I willingly follow like a trained pet. Another hurried yank from her makes me wince. The shirt I chose is the softest I own, but it’s still agitating my skin.
Bianca glances at me. “Are you sad?”
I force my expression into a neutral mask. “This is my excited face. It’s rusty.”
Her snort calls bullshit. “We can’t stay in my room all day, Stalker. I’ll do you dirty again soon.”
My cock gives another giddy throb. Meanwhile, there’s an irritation blazing across my chest that won’t be concealed for much longer. My face is flushed and I’m starting to get hot. That can be easily written off as a lingering effect from the shower. Abnormal bumps appearing on my body are harder to explain. It’s a miracle she hasn’t noticed yet. The burn is beginning to creep higher without remorse. Too bad turtlenecks aren’t my style.
Brody is in the kitchen when we enter. My friend barely looks up from whatever he’s reading on his iPad. I’m about to exhale the breath burning in my lungs when his eyes flick over to me.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Fuck off,” I grunt. Now isn’t the time for pleasantries.
Bianca agrees and swats his arm. “Don’t be an ass. It’s his birthday.”
Brody studies me like a problem to solve. “Did you eat chocolate?”
Heat blisters my skin in confirmation, but I don’t verbally reply.
The peppy party planner scoffs at her brother. “Yes, I let him have dessert for breakfast. His protein diet will survive. It was just a little bit.”
He huffs right back at her. “That’s more than enough to cause a reaction. Right, Colt?”
Bianca whirls to face me. Her flawless beauty is scrunched in scrutiny as she gives me a slow once-over. My hand lifts to cover the evidence she doesn’t know to look for. The hives are peeking out of my collar at this point.
Sunlight from the nearest window glints off her dark hair as she comes up empty. “What’s he talking about?”
Words fail me. My tongue might be swelling, but that’s unrelated to the chocolate. I don’t want to disappoint her, which is how I got myself into this itchy mess.
“He’s allergic,” Brody drawls to burst my discretion.
Bianca slaps her palms to her cheeks. “Holy shit! I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“No,” I bark.
She barely blinks at my harsh retort. “Just let me find my keys.”
