Love Me (WITSEC #3)(45)

“Stop,” he snapped.

“Why? Because you don’t like facing the truth?” I challenged.

He didn’t deny it. He didn’t deny anything that I had said. Instead, he pulled his hands out from under mine and sat up with me still straddling him.

He refused to meet my eyes. I cupped his face. Making him look at me brought our faces inches apart. “It’s just you and me in here. You don’t have to hide what you’re feeling. You don’t have to be perfect with me. Because I’m not going anywhere. You have me, Colt. Be selfish. Be angry. Take what you want, be who you want.”

He grabbed me by the back of my head and brought my mouth to his.

The way he kissed me was uncontrolled and untethered. He did not pause to see if I was all right or if I was sure about this. It was like he stopped letting his thoughts rule him. He was being in this moment with me completely. He was giving me the same amount of trust I gave him.

His hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and his lips broke away from mine to yank it off. I reached for the back of my bra to unfasten it and he pulled the straps down my arms.

Grabbing me around my waist, he rolled us, putting me on my back long enough to rip off my shorts and underwear. Then he flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up. The way he manhandled me revealed something about myself. I liked it, deliriously so. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was excited for it nonetheless.

Colt stopped touching me just to shove off his boxers. There wasn’t any foreplay. No warning. Colt aligned himself with my entrance and shoved inside of me. I groaned into the mattress.

Barely giving me time to adjust, he withdrew and slammed back in. His fingers dimpled my skin as he yanked me backward to meet each of his harsh thrusts. My toes curled at the slight pain and how it enhanced the pleasure.

He was unrelenting as he pounded into me. I made sure to muffle my loud moans into the mattress.

“I’m sorry, babe.” His words were at odds with the way his body angrily slammed into mine.

I pushed up onto my hands and rocked backward, making him hiss. “Shut up, Colt,” I groaned and rocked backward again. I knew he was having a moment, or he was saying what he thought he should say. Either way, I couldn’t let his moment take root. “Shut up and fuck me.” It was as much of an order as it was a plea.

He let out a frustrated noise and flipped me onto my back. Fluidly, he was back inside me. “You feel so good,” he forced out.

My whole body rocked with each thrust, and he hit my clit every time he bottomed out. I arched, biting my lip to stifle my need to cry out.

His attention was captured by my bouncing breasts, and he grabbed one. “Do you like this? Do you like it when I fuck you this way?” His words could have been perceived as dirty talk, but I knew it was another moment of doubt. He kneaded my breast before his fingers went to my nipple. Tugging on it, he made me clench around him.

I reached up, snaking my fingers into his hair. “I love this. I love this so much,” I whimpered and fisted his pretty blond locks. I was going to come. The more the feeling built and built, the more my body tightened up. “Don’t stop.”

Colt groaned as I tightened around his cock and his hand slipped up from my breast. The tips of his fingers grazed my neck. My eyes flicked to Colt’s, finding his fixated on the hand that was slowly inching up higher until his thumb reached the hollow of my throat. As his thumb pushed into it, a euphoric look took over him. His thrusts became shallower, harder, and they made me come undone.

As I shuddered and tried to muffle my moaning with my hand, Colt’s release hit him.

For a moment, all that could be heard was our heavy breathing. Colt hadn’t moved from where he held himself on top of me. His eyes didn’t leave mine and I saw shame and regret fill them.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. “You and I are the same, Colt,” I said to him. “I know what it’s like to be the good twin. I couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing my parents because I saw how Shayla’s rebellious behavior upset them. That fear of disappointment spread to other areas of my life, when it came to school and friends. It’s what made me shy and quiet, because if I wasn’t outgoing or outspoken, then there were fewer chances to mess up. The pressure of always acting a certain way, always staying inside the lines, was too much. I loved my sister, but I resented her. I resented her freedom and her ability to not care about the consequences and to go about life with zero regrets. It wasn’t until I lost everything that I realized what I had been doing was unfair to myself. Moving here, starting this new life, I realized I was given a chance to live it differently.” I moved my hands to his cheeks. “You don’t get a restart, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make a change. Life is fragile, short, and you only get one. So if you want to quit the swim team, then quit. Your brothers will understand, I will understand, and more importantly, your dad would understand if he were here.”

His eyes became watery, and I knew my words were reaching him.

I smiled. “And if you want to have rough and wild sex again,” I said, making him smile, too, “I won’t love you any less. In fact, you might make me love you more.”

His smile dropped and my heart sank.

Sliding his arms underneath me, he scooped me up as he sat up onto his knees. With my legs still locked around his waist, he buried his face in my neck and hugged me tightly. “You weren’t supposed to say it first.”