Page 14 of Collecting Her Debt

“Is that what you wanted?” I ask, my back bowing off the mattress as he slowly begins to push his fingers into me, desperation sinking deep into my bones.

“Baby girl, you did so good.” His praise washes over me, and I sink deeper into the mattress, my body melting at the words. “And you know what good girls get?” I peer down just as his hooded gaze meets mine. “Rewarded.”

Colton's tongue darts out, flicking my clit hard and fast as he plunges his fingers deep into my pussy, and I come…hard.The world shatters around me, and Colton’s groans surround me as I fall back to earth.

I lie there speechless, my eyes closed as I take deep, heaving breaths. I'm conscious of the fact that Colton moves up my torso, kissing his way to my lips. When I feel them against mine, I sink into him further, loving the way the palm of his hand tucks between my back and the mattress, pulling me flush to his chest.

“Fuck, I love watching you fall apart. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life.” He takes my lips once more before falling onto his back and hauling me over to lie on his chest. “I need you to know something, baby girl.” I nod, my eyes closed as I take a deep breath, my pussy pulsing after what he just did to me. “Sutton, look at me.” My eyes snap to his as that fierce gaze bores into mine. “I don't know what will happen after this week is over.” My heart sinks, my hands sweating as I wait for him to continue. “But what I do know is that right now, I want you. I want your smiles, your laughter, and your pussy…and that ass,” he mutters, grasping it with the palm of his hand. I laugh, the tension in the room dissipating.

“Okay,” I whisper, kissing his lips softly.

“Now, as much as I would love to stay in this bed with you all day, I feel like we should do something…” His smirk tells me he has a plan, and I quirk a brow, wondering what he has up his sleeve. “Get dressed, and meet me downstairs,” he says before kissing me lightly and making his way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The temptation I have to open that door and see exactly what he's doing is overwhelming. Still, I stop myself, knowing that if I do that, it will lead to more and more things, and honestly, my pussy needs a rest. So I do as he says and make my way into my room toward the rack of clothes. I pick out a simple pair of ripped jeans and a plain white T-shirt before washing my face and brushing my teeth. I take one last look in the mirror and wonder what someone like Colton sees in someone like me.

I shake away the uneasiness that begins to settle in my chest and plaster on a smile before making my way downstairs. No matter what happens, I need to stay in the moment because right now, everything feels incredible, and I want to keep that feeling for as long as possible.

CHAPTERELEVEN

Colton pulls into the parking lot just outside the park, and I look over at his smirking face in confusion. He lets out a subtle chuckle as he undoes my seat belt before doing the same to himself. He gets out of the car and jogs around to my side, and before I can even process why we're here, he's holding out his hand for me to take.

“Colton, why are we here?” I ask, wondering why droves of couples are passing us, entering the park one after the other. I expect him to say something, anything really, but instead, he just smirks, takes my hand, and lifts me out of the car.

“Come on,” he mutters before placing a light kiss on my lips. I stand there still, wondering if he realizes that he just did that in public. “What?” he asks, his eyes taking in my shocked expression with concern lacing his features.

“You just kissed me,” I admit, my voice cracking as I peer around us, wondering if anyone noticed.

“And?” He shrugs as if it wasn't a big deal when, in fact, it's fucking huge. Colton drops my hand and takes two steps toward me, pushing me back against the car door as his arms cage me in. The emotions washing off him are insanely confusing yet sexy as hell. His body is radiating anger, yet when I look into the depth of his brown eyes, all I see is lust. “Do you not want me to kiss you in public, baby girl?” he whispers against the shell of my ear as his lips lightly graze down the side of my neck, causing every nerve ending in my body to misfire.

Once I catch my breath, I steel my shoulders and place my hand on his chest, watching as his eyes flare with awareness. I know he thinks I'm doing this to pull him closer, but I push him away instead. The shock is clear in his eyes as he stumbles away from me.

“Colton, you can't be serious right now.” He quirks a brow, waiting for me to continue. “Just two days ago, you told me that nothing could happen. I had to fucking tease you into submission before you would even fuck me. So please spare me the hero complex.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I roll my eyes as I watch his gaze flick to my breasts and back to my eyes.

“Sutton.” His tone turns serious, his eyes boring into mine as my arms fall to my sides, the nerves rising with each passing breath he takes. “Is it so hard to believe that I had to get over my own hurdles to admit that I wanted you? Do you think it was easy to admit that I've had a thing for my son's girlfriend since the moment I laid eyes on her? Is it so fucking hard to believe that once I tasted that sweet pussy between your legs, I knew I was a goner?” A shuddering breath leaves my lungs as my eyes widen, his words washing over me.

“I…” I shake my head, no words forming as my eyes cast down toward the pavement beneath our feet.

“Look at me.” It's not a question, and I reluctantly do as he asks, that warm feeling cascading through my body as his look of approval hits me. “I need you to remember something, okay?” he murmurs before taking my chin with his fingers and locking my gaze to his. “I have no idea what this is between us, but it's fucking addictive, and I will not hide it.Understand?”

“What about Zack?” Colton breaks eye contact, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm, and I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.

“I love my son. But he's an asshole and always has been. What he did to you…?” He trails off, shaking his head as my heart rate picks up. “What he did to you was beyond my comprehension, and for that alone, his feelings don't factor into this.”

“But he's yourson,Colton. He's gonna be pissed.” Colton laughs as I crinkle my brow, wondering what's so funny.

“Baby girl, since when do I give a shit if someone is pissed at me, let alone my son?” I think back to my time with Zack, trying to remember anything about their relationship, but everything blurs together. “Sutton, Zack and I have never really gotten along, and even though I love him with all of my being, what happens between us has nothing to do with him. He's your ex, and that's it.” I open my mouth to say more, but he stops me with his lips pressing to mine, taking every thought with them. Do I fear Zack's reaction when he finds out? Yes. But right now, with Colton's hands roaming down the expanse of my back and resting over my ass as he pulls me closer, I ignore the stares of those around us. I bask in the way he feels pressed against me, I relish the way his tongue tangles with mine as the kiss goes from PG to X-rated in seconds, and it's not until Colton pulls away that I let the worry fall away completely, watching as his eyes take in my swollen lips, rosy cheeks, and heaving breaths.

“Well, that's one way to convince me,” I tease, winking as he chuckles softly, cupping the side of my face, his features softening.

“I want you, baby girl, and I think that's obvious. But it's not just sex even though we have that part pretty well down pat.” I smile, nodding as the redness on my cheeks intensifies. “Now can I please take you on this fucking date?” A laugh bursts from my chest as I nod, taking his hand as he leads me into the park, following a steady stream of couples as they flow down the path leading to the baseball diamond.

It's not until I see the sign that reads “Movie Night in the Park” that I realize what this is, and I stop in my tracks, looking at Colton in disbelief.

“What?” he asks, that slight smirk telling me he knows exactly what he's doing and loving every second of it.

“You're taking me to watch a movie in the park?” I question, wondering how this man could be so perfect.

“Not just any movie. A John Hughes marathon that lasts all night.” I stand there speechless, tears filling my eyes as the reality of what he just said sinks in.

“How did you know…?” I question, my eyes taking in the scene before me as I try to calm my racing heart. I love John Hughes movies. They’re my comfort films, the ones I watch when I'm stressed, happy, sad, or anything between. But I've never told him that.

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