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“I’m on the pill and I’ve been tested. Have you been tested recently?”

“Yeah,” he relents. “But I have a perfectly good bed just ten minutes’ drive away. Let’s do this properly.”

I respond by pulling my tank top over my head. I don’t want to go to his house. I know his version of ‘doing this properly’ means some slow and tender bullshit, and I am not down for that. The feelings that I’m having for Colt are scaring me enough as it is. The last thing I need is a romantic love-making session. I squeeze my way across our seats until I’m straddling him, but he hasn’t moved his seat back yet, so we’re cramped and his face is in direct line with my cleavage. I know he can’t say no to them, and within a moment, he’s adjusting the seat until it’s flat.

“That’s better,” I move over him and he fiddles with the clasp on the back of my bra, undoing it and freeing me. He lifts his head and pulls my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. I feel desire rush to my centre. I unzip his pants and we both shift awkwardly until we’ve got them down low enough to let his cock spring free, hard and ready. Colt pushes my leggings down. Thankfully, they are easier to get off than his jeans were. He dips his finger into me and I groan.

“So wet for me already,” he murmurs, pulling his finger out to circle my clit, then pushing it back deep inside of me. He hooks it, reaching the right spot, then pumps it as I kiss his neck.

“I need you inside of me.”

“I am inside of you.” He teases.

“Not your fingers.”

“What do you want inside of you, Sassy?” He’s circling my clit again.

“Your cock.” I breathe. “I want your hard cock inside of me, Colt.”

But instead of giving me what I want, he dips his finger back inside of me, adding a second finger this time. I moan, because it feels so damn good, but I still want more. I grab his hair and pull his head back so he’s looking into my eyes.

“Fuck me right now, Colt Salter.” I growl and he laughs.

“Okay, okay, whatever you want.” He takes his hand away from me and shifts so that his dick is at my entrance. Finally, blissfully, I slide down on top of it. He moves his hips up, pushing himself deep inside of me, filling me completely. I ride him furiously, needing this more than I normally do, and he meets me where I’m at, with heat in every thrust.

“Yes,” I groan. “Fuck me harder.”

Colt grabs onto my hips and moves me up and down. We’re so cramped in the front seat, my head hits the roof occasionally, but none of it matters. All that matters is that Colt is deep inside of me, where he belongs, and I can feel the wave of my orgasm building. I’m so glad we could clear things up. I would miss fucking him. We do it so well.

I roll my hips forward, enjoying the grunt that I get from him. I’m moaning loudly too, not even trying to be quiet in this cramped car, and I can feel myself edging towards a climax. Colt angles his face to my breast and sucks a nipple into his mouth. He flicks his tongue across it, and that’s it for me. My insides clench, I tighten around his cock, and a long, quivering orgasm washes over me. Colt groans into my breasts and pushes up, emptying himself into me.

We stay locked together in the front seat, him still inside of me, both of us breathing hard. Colt tilts his head up and kisses me gently.

“We all good?” He asks, and his face is heartbreakingly vulnerable in this moment. I nod.

“We’re good.” I confirm, and he smiles.

Chapter16

Colt

Isit on the bench across from Sassy’s dorm and wait for her so we can walk to school together. The morning sun is shining on me and I don’t mind if Sassy takes her time, giving me an excuse to sit here for longer.

As I wait, my mind flicks back to Dani and the lies she told Sassy. Before that, Dani had been getting on my nerves by showing up everywhere. And that last time, when she was slagging Sassy off, had me seeing red. But to hear that she’s been hanging around outside of my house, and then attacked Sassy is crossing a line. I’d like to go to the police, but Sassy is refusing. I haven’t seen Dani since, but I won’t hold back on telling her what I think of her when I do.

Sassy comes out of the building and I smile at the sight of her, glad that our argument over Dani hadn’t lasted long. Did Dani really think her stunt would have broken us up? That we wouldn’t talk and discover her lies? The girl is messed up.

I can tell something is off when Sassy gets closer. She smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“It’s stupid,” she says, waving her hand. “Someone pulled a prank on me, but it wasn’t a funny one.”

“What did they do?”

“Uh,” Sassy rubs the back of her neck. “Spray painted the word slut on my door.”

“What? Who would do that?”

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