Page 193 of Small Towns, Wild Hearts
I’m a chickenshit. I’ve been hiding in Colt’s bedroom for the last couple of hours, trying to make sense of everything that has happened over the last twenty-four hours.
I’m engaged to a lying, cheating sack of shit, then realized I don’t love him anymore, and I am now sleeping in the bed of my high school crush after he gave me a mind-blowing orgasm and I passed out. How in the hell did I get here? Jack Daniels and my sister, Marissa, that’s how. Although I’d love nothing more than to blame her for the predicament I currently find myself in, this is all on me.
Ever since Colt pulled up behind my car on the side of the road, nothing has been the same. Until that moment, I hadn’t thought about Colt or my feelings for him since high school. I was engaged to someone I believed was the perfect man, but the moment I walked in on Maxwell going at with that hussy on my brand new 800-thread count sheets, everything changed.
Fuck! I really can’t let go of those fucking sheets, can I?
It should’ve been a dead giveaway that I was more upset about my sheets than I was about him cheating on me. Deep down, I know the reason I got upset wasn’t because I was in love with him, but because I was mourning the perfect life I thought we’d have together. Checking off a box on a long list of items I wanted to have in my life. And now, this thing with Colt is insane and overwhelming, but I really think I found the other half of my soul.
The only problem is, I need to talk to Maxwell and tell him it’s over. I never planned on stirring up all these old feelings for Colt that I was too afraid to act on in high school. I planned to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life and where I was going to go from here. I had planned on being married in a few months, not finding myself head over heels in love with my high school crush.
The worst part is, I spent so much time checking my phone, hoping for a call from Maxwell. I wanted him to call with his excuses, begging me to forgive him for what he’d done, making him the bad guy in this situation, not me, but nothing. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I went running from the house, and he hasn’t even sent so much as a text asking where I was. Nothing.
“Everything is going to be okay,” I whisper into the empty room, knowing the statement to be true. “I just need to put on my big girl panties and go downstairs.”
“Are you planning on hiding up here all day, Trouble?”
Colt’s voice brings me back to the present, and I jump slightly.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckles softly as he leans forward, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I lick my lips, my eyes flicking toward his lips before moving back up his face and meeting his gaze. I want him to kiss me, to quench the burning desire coursing through my entire body.
Every touch of his hand against me drives me closer and closer to the edge. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, waiting for the next caress or the feel of his breath as it washes over my skin. I want him—no, I need him. Right at this moment, I know that if I can’t get control over my libido, I could ruin everything, but I don’t think I care.
It’s crazy to say, but I’m falling in love with Colt. I know I have another man’s ring on my finger, but these feelings coursing through me can’t be wrong. Colt is the person I was meant to be with, and my need to escape this small town and find something more to life got in the way. But I made that mistake once, and I don’t plan on making it again. The more time I spend with Colt Butler, the more I want him to be mine.
“Just hung over,” I whisper as I shift slightly, trying to calm the ache between my legs. “I’m really sorry that I took over your bed last night.”
“You didn’t.” Colt grasps my chin between his fingers and turns me toward him, his eyes focusing on my lips before meeting mine. “I spent the entire night wrapped around your body, fighting the urge to strip you bare and bury my cock in your pussy.”
“You did?” I lick my lips in anticipation, wanting him to lean in closer and claim my lips for his own.
My eyes slide shut as his lips brush against mine, but the moment is ruined as an image of Maxwell flashes in my mind.
“We can’t,” I gasp, both of my hands coming between us and pushing against his chest. “Not yet.”
I feel like shit for doing the same thing to Maxwell as he did to me, but there’s nothing left between us. But I need to at officially end things with him before going any further with Colt.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and push to my feet, attempting to put some space between us, but he grips my elbow tightly, pulling me back on the bed and into his arms.
“Please let me go!” I protest as I try to stand up again, but he wraps his arm around my waist.
“No, I won’t let you go,” he growls into my ear as he nips at my earlobe, caressing the edge with the tip of his tongue.
I shiver slightly as I feel his cock harden beneath me, showing his desire for me in a very physical way.
“I don’t care about the ring on your finger. You’re mine.”
My heart races—no, gallops—in my chest, yearning to feel his calloused fingers against my skin as he claims me as his own, ruining me for any other man who dares to lay his hands on me.
“But Maxwell…” I mumble, dropping my head onto his shoulder and squeezing my eyes shut.
“Is the dumb motherfucker that cheated on you. He didn’t realize you’re the most precious thing in the world. You’re meant to be loved, cherished, and pampered. Not thrown to the wayside for some piece of ass.”
His thumb swipes across my cheeks as I stare into his eyes, committing this moment to memory.
“I want you. I always have,” he whispers against my lips before pulling back slightly.
