Page 41 of Break Me Like a Promise (Oak Valley)

He chuckled, nuzzling his face between her chest.

“Are you begging, Ruby?”

“Obviously.” Her hands went to his cock, the cold of her skin bumping against his stomach, his balls, sending goosebumps over his heated skin. He clenched his jaw and shuddered against her, her firm grasp on his sensitive member forcing him to find his way to her full lips.

He leaned back, taking in the wild woman before him. Blaze of red-gold curls catching the cold light from the windows, a wild frame around her angelic face, freckles muted by the shadows they cast. He wanted to find each perfect dot and pull it into the light, give them their own show. Her hazel eyes were a rainbow of colors, but the honesty in their depths was what took his breath away. She saw him, still, for everything he was. But more than that, the love in them was that of acceptance.

Despite ten years, that look hadn’t changed.

The welling in his chest was too strong, too familiar, and the words on the tip of his tongue almost broke free.

But it was too soon.

He stopped himself with a kiss, wanting her to know the wave crashing through him without saying the words that belonged to her.

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Ruby felt the urgency in his kiss and mirrored it, desperate to have him in her and her in him.

But he was taking too long.

“Condom,” she breathed between kissing, her hands fumbling at the button and zipper of his blue jeans. His washboard abs, the smooth V leading to his hard length, the strength in his arms as he held her, was all new. Gone was the bulky teenage body she’d known and loved, and in its place was a cut, strapping man who knew what he wanted and took his time getting it.

His hands fumbled through his wallet while she pulled his jeans down, trying not to show the rejuvenated heat coursing through her body at the sight of his long cock straining against his boxer briefs. Even hidden by the fabric, it was impressive. Ruby fingered its outline, the hard insistence at wanting to break free twitching against her fingers. She smiled at Colton, playfully tapping the head of his cock while he flinched, ripping the condom wrapper. She pulled the briefs down, his cock springing free and brushing her belly. A wet streak marked her and her body responded in kind.

Colton slipped the condom over his length, growling as Ruby tried to touch. Her mouth was salivating, missing him, every inch of him, anywhere she could fit him.

“You want this?” He gripped his cock and rubbed it against her, and she whimpered.

“Spread your legs.”

Ruby loved taking control, but equally loved being bossed around. His words filtered through her, wetness pooling at her center.

Colton took those large muscles and hoisted her up, positioning his head at her entrance before slamming his shaft inside as he did. She cried against him, nails digging into his shoulders at the burst of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. He stretched her, filled her, in a way no one else ever had. He touched every crevice, every hidden space inside her. He held her tight as her body accommodated him. He slowly pulled out, easing himself back into her folds, continuing the motion until he slipped in and out with ease.

Ruby gasped at the fervor, the rhythm, the way he knew to keep a thumb on her clit while his hips bounced her up and down on his cock, one arm wrapped so tight around her waist she knew she’d only go where he wanted her to. Ruby got lost in the sensation of Colton, of his grunts and the way his face squeezed tight before pulling completely out. But his thumb kept working her clit, and Ruby came on his fingers.

He set her down and spun her around, pushing her back down as he pounded his dick into her center without wasting time. His fingers dug into her hips while Ruby kept her hands pressed against the wall, the window, the force of him a storm begging her to break once more. The pressure built inside her easily, quickly, a response to his primal call. He was picking up speed, his fingers finding their mark on her sensitive bundle. Ruby was hyper-aware of every movement he made, every grunt, the way his body bent over hers as he released, his teeth against her skin, her body clenching around his as she met his internal force.

They stayed that way for some time, Colton’s hot breath slowing against her skin. Ruby’s hands were still pressed against the wall, window, of the bus, and without the primal heat of their bodies moving, the cold was settling on Ruby’s skin. She slowly rose, her body stiff in a way it hadn’t been in some time. Colton slipped out of her, and when she turned to face him, he was pulling the condom off his cock. It was still hung like a horse, and when Colton caught her staring, it twitched.

Maybe his quick recovery time also hadn’t changed.

“What’s that smile for, sweet cheeks?” His voice was soft, tired, but laced with a sweetness reserved for intimacy. His free hand went to her neck, his thumb rubbing against her cheek. Ruby kissed his palm, reality settling in.

She’d just had sex with Colton Taylor.

“Ruby, you okay?”

When she met his eyes, they were filled with concern. “Was… Was that okay? Too much, too fast?”

She shook her head, not knowing how to tell him it was absolutely perfect, that she’d needed that rushed, wild fuck. And she’d needed it from him. So she kissed him instead, pulling him into her. Releasing him, she rested her forehead on his. His shaft pressed against her leg, already hardening at the contact.

“It was perfect, Colton. I think you’re ready for round two but I’m a bit cold,” Ruby said. Now that they’d gotten ten years of backed up sexual frustration out of their systems, Ruby wanted to take her time with him. He’d kissed every inch of her body, but she wanted to do the same. She wanted to relearn every mountain, every valley of his muscled body. And there was only one way to do that. She took a deep breath and looked away from him, hugging herself. “Wo—Would you like to spend the night?”

Colton started passing her her clothes, and Ruby took them but avoided his gaze while he kept trying to catch her eye. It was a risk, asking for that kind of intimacy. Especially given their history and how they decided to just see where this went. And while she was close with her mom, she knew how Beryl felt about their closeness and didn’t want to risk her mom running into Colton at an odd hour.

She was finally dressed when she looked at him. He still hadn’t answered, and that in and of itself was all she needed to know.

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