Consolation Prize (Forbidden Men #9)(55)

Minutes!

I’d get to feel him inside me and finally wrap my legs around his hips as he spiked himself deep.

With another shudder, I pulled into the parking lot outside my building and jammed my fist against my stomach when his souped-up red pickup pulled in and stopped beside my Camry.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

I closed my eyes and jumped when I heard his truck door slam. Then his footsteps echoed throughout the interior of my car as he walked around to my driver’s side. The door opened.

“Second thoughts?”

Opening my lashes, I glanced over and got a face full of the fly of his jeans. My first impulse was to undo the buckle of his belt, undo him and draw his cock into my mouth so…no. No second thoughts. I just couldn’t remember being this nervous or excited about sex in a long, long time. Maybe ever.

After snagging my purse and backpack, I climbed out and straightened before him, meeting his seeking gaze directly. Neither of us spoke, we just stared at each other as if we were waiting for the other to get cold feet.

Then I took his hand and said, “Come on.”

He followed me inside the building and down the hall. When we had to pause so I could dig my keys from my purse, he shifted in close behind me and kissed the back of my neck. I sighed and let my head fall forward, enjoying his lips. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed his hips against my butt so I could cradle the hardness of his erection between my cheeks.

His hand climbed up and claimed one of my breasts through my shirt, and I jerked, my fingers fumbling to fit the key into the lock of my door.

But when I finally got it slotted in, I realized it was already unlocked. “Huh.” I straightened, on alert. “That’s weird.”

“What?” Colton must’ve noticed the change in me because he dropped his hand from my chest.

“The door wasn’t locked.” I turned the handle and swung it open.

Behind me, Colton freaked. “Julianna, wait!” He gripped my waist to keep me from entering, but the sight on my couch was already making me gasp and stumble backward into him. “Holy shit!”

I lifted my hands to my eyes, immediately shading them and wishing I had some bleach to kill them.

Because someone’s bare ass had just f*cking mooned me from my couch.

A scream followed, and then Sasha yelped, “Oh my God, Juli! What’re you doing home?”

Chad. I’d just seen Chad’s ass. Lovely. I was never going to be able to look him in the eyes again.

“What’re you doing home?” I demanded right back, peeking through my fingers enough to see that the couple had yanked a throw blanket over them and covered all the naked parts.

“We were skipping class so we could get nasty on the couch,” Chad answered bluntly, only for Sasha to slap his naked arm with a loud whack.

“What a coincidence,” Colton spoke up congenially from behind me. “That’s what we were doing. Please say you have some extra condoms? We got nothing.”

“Colton!” I hissed, whirling around to gape at him.

But from behind me, Sasha screeched, “Colton? Did you say Colton?”

“She did.” He shimmied past me into the apartment to smile and wave at her. “Hi, you’re the roommate I didn’t meet the other morning, but you know my name. That must mean you guys talked about me after I left.” Lifting his eyebrows, he glanced meaningfully at me before turning back to Sasha. He seemed totally comfortable about the fact that we’d just walked in on her having sex. “Please tell me you were pro-Colton and encouraged her to try me out.”

While Chad burst out laughing, Sasha’s mouth dropped open. It took her a few tries, but she finally answered, “Actually, yeah we did encourage her, even though she insisted there was absolutely nothing there.”

“Oh really?” He glanced at me with a contemplative arch of the eyebrows before he turned back to Sasha and nodded. “Well, thank you for your support…”

When he drew out the ending as if asking her to supply him with a name, she blushed and said, “Sasha.”

He flashed his panty-dropping grin and then freaking winked at her. “Thank you, Sasha. I owe you big time.”

Chad burst out laughing, slapping his knee and leaning into Sasha because he was so overcome. After wiping a few laughter tears from the corners of his eyes, he asked me, “Who the f*ck is this guy?”

“A dead man,” I ground out, punching Colton in the shoulder. “What the hell? How could you tell them what we were going to do?”

His eyebrows lifted in question. “What? Were we supposed to keep that a secret? Because I think they’re going to figure it out in about ten minutes anyway when I start making you scream.” Then with a conspiratorial grin toward Chad, he added, “Though my goal is really five minutes.”

This time, Sasha and Chad both hollered with surprised laughter.

Steamed beyond all anger because oh my God, this entire moment was so utterly embarrassing and he was just being so blasé about it, I fisted my hands at my sides and growled, “The only thing you’re going to make me do—in about five seconds—is kick your ass right back out this door.”

The bastard didn’t even look concerned. In fact, I swear his gaze heated with hungry primal intent. His nostrils flared and eyes twinkled naughtily as he stepped toward me. “Is that so?”