Page 126 of Brim Over Boot
“It was,” I confirm, stepping in close.
“Fuck yeah,” Colton mutters. He’s a big fan of that butter. “By the way, I found another coupon for free entrees in the treasure chest. Figured we could have dinner just the two of us this week. What d’you think?”
“It’s a date,” I tell him, slipping my fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. A little smile lights Colton’s face as I tug him in close. “Caught you.”
The glimmer in Colton’s eye broadcasts his intent before he moves, but I still find myself grinning as he steps quickly back, forcing me to lose my grip. “Yeah?” he taunts. “You so sure about that?”
“Mm. How about this,” I say slowly, taking a step closer as Colton takes an answering step back. “I catch you, I get to have my way with you.”
“And if I get away?”
I press my lips tightly together, trying not to smile. “You won’t.”
Colton’s gaze flicks to the side before he turns on his heel and runs. I’m after him in an instant, not the least bit surprised when Colton races toward the barn. He tries to shut the door, but he doesn’t get it latched before I’m there, shoving it open again and chasing after him. Colton rounds my work tables, careful not to disturb any of the metal sculptures on top. His eyes are wide, wild. Prey, waiting for the inevitable.
Maybe I am the wolf. But I know for an absolute fact Colton Darling is more than willing to be my meal.
I catch Colton’s arm as he tries to skirt away, but he doesn’t go down easy. He slips my grip, making for the exit.
He doesn’t get there in time.
I grab Colton around his middle, heaving him into the air as he laughs. My own smile is wide as I carry him over to the old blanket we keep in here to save both our asses from the hard ground.
The barn sees a decent amount of action.
I wrestle Colton down onto the blanket, tugging his shirt up as I drop my face to his stomach, bristling his skin. He groans, even as he tries to squirm away. I climb up his body and lock my legs over his hips, tearing his shirt off before he can object. His chest heaves, all muscle and a smattering of dark hair, the man more rugged than my partners before him.
He’s perfect for me in every way.
Colton tries to get the upper hand as I work off his jeans and underwear, and I let him tug my own shirt over my head, not minding the clothing being out of the way. But the second I have Colton’s cock at my disposal, I drop low and take him into my mouth, and his fight is gone.
Colton’s hips hitch off the blanket, his breath leaving him raggedly as I suck him down.
“Goddamn, Noah.”
I hum, sliding upwards and then back down again, working him swiftly with my mouth. Colton lets out a sound of protest when I pop free. But then I’m flipping him onto his knees, and he groans instead.
He smells like soap and man as I drag my tongue down between his ass cheeks.
“Fuck, fuck,” Colton mutters.
I swipe over him once. “Beg me for it.”
“Aw, fuck you. C’mon.”
I chuckle, licking him broadly before easing back. “Beg me, little Colt. Let me hear you.”
He huffs out a breath, his ass waiting in front of me, a dusting of hair covering his balls as I roll them in my palm.Kingstares back at me from atop his right ass cheek, permanent and stunning.
“I want your tongue in my ass,” he finally says, half huff, half moan. “Please.Please, King. Tongue me, and fuck me, and make me come so hard I forget my own fucking name.”
I ease out a breath, kissing one ass cheek and then the other. Biting the tattoo. “After you fuck me.”
Colton’s sharp “What?” is lost when I bring my tongue back to his ass. He groans, long and low, the sound petering out into a whispered plea for more andgod fucking damn it, Noah, give me more.
I tongue him roughly, grabbing the lube we stashed under the blanket and working down my pants. All the while, I make a blubbering mess out of the Darling native under me, the sound of his pleasure the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.
Colton hisses out a “Yes” when I slip a finger inside his body. I loosen him with one and then two before flipping him onto his back. He blinks up at me blearily, hitching his knees up, ready and waiting. When I reach behind myself, working the plug out of my ass, those eyes pop wide.
