For You (The 'Burg #1)(103)
“I’m right here.”
“You’re inside me.”
“Feb –”
“Locked deep.”
Fucking hell, she needed to f**king hurry. He was about to explode.
“Feb, honey –”
“Locked deep,” she repeated on a whisper, he felt her pu**y convulse around his c**k just as she sucked in breath against his neck. He took his hand from her breast and grasped her hair, using it to pull her face out of his neck and bring it to him, her mouth opening over his and he absorbed her moan as he bucked his hips, buried himself deep and came right along with her.
After they came down, he pulled her hand out from between them and her weight collapsed on him as he circled her with his arms. She pressed her face back into his neck, slid the fingers of one hand into the hair at the side of his head and she ground her h*ps into his cock.
Her actions tore the words, “Fuck, baby,” out of him because it felt so damned good.
“Locked deep,” she whispered again and his arms tightened before his hands slid down to cup her ass.
Best place to be, Colt thought, locked deep in Feb. He was thinking figuratively because he knew it was true literally. She was a natural at this shit, considering she’d only had four lovers and apparently a number of long, dry spells. Hell, she was so good, she could teach classes.
His mind turning to that, he decided when this was all over, there were a few men in the town he’d be having words with. Twenty-two years ago they spread lies about Feb. He’d see to it now the truth would come out. She was still carrying around a reputation she didn’t earn, not that anyone cared anymore except Feb, and Colt couldn’t allow her to continue carrying that burden. In this mess that was a wrong Colt had the power to do something about and he intended to set it right.
Her fingers glided through his hair and she tilted her head to kiss the underside of his jaw, taking his mind from his thoughts.
“You go to sleep, darlin’,” she encouraged.
His fingers tensed on her ass. “Not tired?” he asked.
She shook her head and he heard her hair brush the pillow, her necklaces clinking and felt her nose brush his neck, three things he automatically committed to memory.
“Feb –”
“It’s okay, I’ll watch you sleep.”
He moved a hand from her ass to wrap it in her hair and lifted her head up with a gentle tug so he could look at her.
“Watch me sleep?” he asked, trying not to smile.
“Yeah,” she said, her lips tipped up at the ends.
He lost the fight with his smile and remarked, “That’ll be fascinating.”
Her smile died and she told him, “I used to do it all the time. Watch you sleep, thinkin’ how lucky I was, I had you.”
Colt felt that warmth hit his chest with a force that knocked the wind out of him.
He didn’t know that, she’d never told him. He was beginning to think he was uncertain about this new Feb who shared. She kept sharing, she’d undo him.
“Now I can do it,” she whispered, moving her face closer, “thinkin’ how lucky I am havin’ you back.”
He couldn’t take anymore.
Colt rolled her to her back, pulling out, losing their connection but covering her with his body as he ordered, “Shut up, Feb.”
“What?” Her tone was confused but threaded with hurt.
“I said, shut up.”
Her head twitched and her eyes slid away as she mumbled, “Sorry, I –”
His hand still in her hair twisted. “Don’t say you’re sorry,” her eyes slid back to his as he went on, “got nothin’ to be sorry for. And you got nothin’ to feel lucky about.”
“Alec –”
“One person lucky in this bed, baby, and that person’s got a dick.”
Her lips parted again as she stared at him silent.
“You know the life I was born into.”
“Alec –”
“That life coulda taken me down a different road, but it led me to you.”
“Alec –”
He heard a phone ringing, a cell, Feb’s tone coming from the living room and he heard it so well he hoped to God Jackie was dead asleep because Feb was a moaner and when he was f**king her, she could get loud.
He ignored the noise and said to Feb, “Sucks, baby, what happened to us, what happened to you, what’s still happenin’ to you. But we’re back on track and, make no mistake, it isn’t you who’s lucky we are, it’s me who’s the lucky one.”
Her phone stopped ringing as she said, “Colt, it’s me who –”
He dropped his head, kissed her quiet and when he lifted his head again, he said, “Stop sharin’, Feb, can’t take it.”
He watched her eyes get big. “I thought you wanted me to share.”
He smiled at her. “I’m thinkin’ I was wrong.”
“But –”
He touched his lips to hers again and teased, “You’re too sweet, like candy, you keep goin’, you’ll rot my teeth.”
He heard her phone start ringing again and he lifted his head to listen to it.
“Alec –”
Quickly and distractedly, he ordered, “Quiet, Feb.”