by Joya Ryan
“Colt, I’m going to…”
He snapped his head up. Though he hated relinquishing her perfect plump flesh, he wanted to see this. Winding his fingers in her hair, he locked his eyes on hers.
Her brows furrowed, then rose high, but she kept those steely gray eyes on his. Her orgasm overtook her. A look of shock and awe painted her face. Her whole body hummed and convulsed in his arms and he was right there to catch her. Her core convulsed and milked him over and over, demanding him to follow.
He couldn’t hold on any longer.
He came hard, but he didn’t realize just how hard until he saw Jenna’s eyes widen. “I feel it, Colt. Feel you.”
He didn’t doubt it. He was worried he might have busted the condom because he’d never come like that before. Watching Jenna shatter in his arms—surrounded by her scent—he surely felt her.
Bone-deep felt her.
They sat there for long moments. Minutes or hours could have passed, he didn’t know. Colt just hugged her against him and buried his face in the crook of her neck. JJ rested her cheek against the top of his head while running her fingers through his hair.
He knew both of them were content to never leave that moment, or each other.
Chapter Fifteen
Jenna picked Colt’s shirt off the floor and tugged it on. They had gotten to the cabin late last night, and by the time Colt carried her inside, Jenna had barely been able to keep her eyes open.
She rose from bed and quietly tiptoed to the bedroom door, pausing at the footboard to take in the sight. Colt was lying on his stomach, hair rumpled, arm outstretched to where Jenna had just been, only a sheet covering his bottom half.
And there were claw marks down his back.
She smiled.
She probably should feel bad about leaving welts on him, but she just couldn’t. Waking up to a sight like this was a mighty fine way to greet the day.
She slipped from the room and looked around the little cabin. Sitting right on the edge of the lake, the far wall was made entirely of windows and gave view to the blue water and the tall grass surrounding it. The furniture was dark wood and looked handcrafted. A quilt was slung over the back of the beige couch, and a little breakfast nook sat off to the left by the kitchen. It was cute and homey and Jenna loved every little detail.
Soft purple clouds streaked along the horizon. Jenna opened the sliding door and walked along the private deck out onto the lake. She sat at the edge, feet dangling in the water, and took a deep breath.
She watched flecks of cotton from the nearby farms dance over the water’s surface as the purple hues bled into oranges and finally yellows.
A blanket enveloped her.
She looked over her shoulder to see Colt, in nothing but a pair of jeans and bare feet, take a seat behind her. He pulled her back against this chest and kissed her hair.
“Good morning.”
He wrapped those big arms around her front and hugged her like he did last night. Like he had no intention of letting her go. And to be honest, Jenna wasn’t sure she ever wanted him to. When she was in Colt’s arms, she felt safe. Felt happy.
“Morning.” Jenna tilted her chin at the sunrise. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Colt tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before he kissed it. “Yes. Very.” A shiver surged down her spine.
“Thank you for bringing me here, Colt.”
He caught her chin in the crook of his finger and angled her face toward his. “Anytime, sugar.”
He kissed her and she melted. Just before she could throw her arms around him, he pulled away and helped her to her feet.
“Come on. I need to feed you if you’re to have energy for everything I have in mind.”
He gave her one of those signature winks and a sly smile before he swatted her butt and led her into the house.
“By the way”—he looked down her body in a way that made Jenna want to preen and grin like a moron—“I love how you look in my shirts. I’m starting to see why you have such an obsession with them.”
“I don’t have an obsession with your shirts!”
“Uh-huh, is that why you’re always staring at my chest?”
Her mouth snapped shut. She had been caught. But it was the second thing this morning she couldn’t bring herself to feel sorry about.
Colt swooped her up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Causing the blanket to drop on the dock. She squealed in surprise. Her bare ass was high in the air for God and country to see.
Colt merely let out an appreciative whistle and bit her thigh. “On second thought, I just may eat you for breakfast.”
With that, he ran down the dock, back toward the cabin. And Jenna bobbed and smiled like a fool over his shoulder the entire way.
Chapter Sixteen
“You said you ‘had this covered,’” JJ yelled at Colt from the bedroom. Colt was sitting on the living room couch. After having the door slammed in his face, he figured it was the safest place to reside at the moment.
“I do.” He wove his fingers and placed them behind his head. “I stopped at the mini-mart before I picked you up and got the necessities, including a toothbrush—you’re welcome—and grabbed some of Lily’s clothes.”
“Lily’s clothes don’t fit me!”
Shit. How was he supposed to know? They were friends, and he assumed all women shared clothes.
“It can’t be that bad.”
“It is.”
“Just come on out and let me be the judge of that. Worst case you walk around naked.” Colt smiled at his brilliant idea, but he heard Jenna growl before she threw open the door and stomped out.
He instantly leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, and stared at the hot little piece before him.
“Lord have mercy,” he breathed. He grabbed the bill of his hat and slid it around so it was backward. He didn’t want anything to obstruct his view.
“See, I told you.” Jenna turned and looked down at her ass. Her shapely ass. Her fucking amazing ass. “The shorts are too tight.”
“I say they fit perfect.”
She rolled her eyes and faced him again. “And the top is also too small.”
“What top?” Colt asked. All he saw was a tight little stomach and two delectable handfuls of cleavage barely covered by a small piece of fabric.
“Exactly!”
“Hey, I offered a solution.” He couldn’t help but grin.
“Going naked isn’t really a viable option.”
“Why not? We’re staying here, going swimming, no one is around.”
“Really?”
Colt nodded.
“Right. And I’m sure you would just walk around naked yourself.”
“Ah, sugar, all you had to do was ask.”
…
Colt tossed his hat on the coffee table, then reached behind his neck and grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging it over his shoulders and off.
“I wasn’t asking, I was making a point…” Jenna’s mouth—and other body parts—went wet when she was greeted with all that tan skin and toned muscles. When he started working his belt, the hard planes of his torso flexed and she had to wipe drool away from her chin.
“And what was that point?”
Her eyes snapped up. “Huh?”
Colt grinned and shed his jeans, leaving him in a pair of black boxer-briefs—which seemed to be getting tighter by the second.
“Ready for that swim? Or are you still playing coy?”
“I’m not.”
“Are too.”
Jenna realized she was backing away from Colt while he drew in on her. The look in his eyes was playful, yet dangerous. He was coming for her. If he thought she was going skinny-dipping in broad daylight, he’d have to catch her first.
“Do it,” he said.
“What?”
He lifted his chin at her. Jenna’s back hit the sliding door. “You’re tensing to run.”
She gripped the handle. “And you
want me to run from you?”
He smiled. “Makes it more fun when I catch you.”
“If you catch me,” she breathed, her voice sounding raspy all of a sudden.
“Oh, sugar, I’ll always catch you.”
Jenna threw open the door and bolted down the dock. Her heart was pounding and she heard Colt’s heavy footfalls trampling right behind her. She didn’t even make it halfway when he scooped her up. She screamed and giggled, but he held tight.
“Now you’ve asked for it,” he said and tossed her in the lake, jumping in right behind her.
Jenna sputtered and swiped hair from her eyes. Colt was on her in no time. Treading water while he fondled her ass.
“Looks like I caught you.” He grinned. “And I must say, now I really love that shirt on you.”
Jenna looked down and realized that the tiny scrap of fabric had fallen down her chest, leaving her breasts completely exposed and bobbing in the water like buoys.
She splashed Colt. He dived under the water and Jenna felt his grip on the back of her knees. He rose up, catapulting her through the air. She screamed with delight and laughed when she landed with a splash a few feet away.
“What was that for?” She giggled. Colt kissed her quick on the lips and palmed one of her breasts, gently tugging on her nipple before letting go.
“I don’t care how many times I have to throw you, those damn shorts are coming off next.”
“Wait, you’ll hurt yourself.”
“My ribs have been fine for a while now,” he said with a smile. With that, she was in the air again, laughing. Between stolen kisses and playful gropes, Jenna found herself not caring about anything except the moment. She couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun.
Chapter Seventeen
Jenna gripped the side of the dock and began to pull herself up. Colt had made good on his promise—her shorts had come off not long after her shirt had.
An appreciative male whistle came from behind her.
Jenna maneuvered to a sitting position. With her legs dangling in the water, she looked down at Colt.
“I was just admiring the view,” he said, smiling.
She kicked a foot out, splashing him in the face. He disappeared underwater. When he popped up again, he was right in front of her. He grabbed the edge of the dock on either side of her thighs and, in one fluid motion, lifted himself up.
She rotated so that she was lying on her back, legs outstretched on the dock. Colt didn’t leave her. Instead, lingering, all that bare, wet skin hovering over hers.
He used his knees to nudge hers apart and cradled himself between her thighs. With the warm summer air surrounding them, she looked up at Colt, haloed by the sun, and sighed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, tracing a drop of water away from her temple with his thumb.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
She touched his bottom lip with her fingertip. He gently bit it and a small moan escaped her throat. The wooden dock was smooth and hot against her back. Water trailed from Colt’s body to hers, then finally down her sides to splatter on the planks underneath her.
Hot. Wet. Skin.
His blue eyes shimmered like the sunrays reflecting off the lake, and Jenna was getting caught up. Like always.
“Someone may see us.”
Colt smirked. “Nah. It’s just you and me.” He licked the seam of her lips.
Helpless not to return his affection, she kissed him hard.
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed all her wet skin against his. His long, hard cock ground against her stomach, so badly she wanted him to sink it into her. The simple distance of him being outside her body was already feeling too far away.
She lifted her hips, needing more. When his cock prodded her entrance, Colt let out a defeated groan.
“I don’t have a condom out here. But…” He grinned and scooted down her body. “No sense in you having to miss out on getting a nice tan.”
Colt circled her nipple with his tongue for long, torturous moments before sucking on it.
“Colt, let’s go inside. I need you…”
“God, I love hearing that.” He gently bit at the other sensitive peak, and the fire burning in her veins surged hotter. “But you just look too good, splayed out here, wet, with the sun hitting all this pretty skin.”
He sat back on his haunches. Looking down on her, he ran his rough palms from her breasts, down her belly, and to her thighs. Jenna arched into his touch. When his hands landed on her knees, he spread them wide.
She was too turned on to care that she was in broad daylight and Colt had an unobscured view.
He stared at her for several minutes. Jenna waited for unease to settle over her, but it didn’t. Yes, she felt vulnerable, but she also felt sexy. The way Colt looked at her, like she truly was a treasure, made any insecurity fade away.
“Perfect,” he rasped, before lowering himself. He kissed her inner thigh, leisurely trailing his lips higher and higher until Jenna was a ball of nerves and about to beg him to stop teasing her.
His tongue darted out and flicked her clit. Her hands flew to his hair and she gasped his name. He rolled over her nub again and again until her back came off the dock. Without warning, he plunged his stiffened tongue inside and she couldn’t help pulling on his hair.
“Jesus, you taste so good. Could get drunk on you,” he grated, then sank inside her again.
Jenna couldn’t hold still. She felt naughty and crazed. She wanted him, needed him to be a part of her, and Colt was giving her exactly what she asked for.
“More, I need more.” She pushed at Colt’s head and he sat back, a frown plastered on his face. But it quickly faded when Jenna moved him to his back and licked his cock from base to tip.
She looked up his chest and let all her wicked thoughts radiate through her smile. “It’s your turn to lie back and take it.”
…
Good God, this woman was going to be the death of him. One second he was mouth-deep in the sweetest slice of honey he’d ever had, the next he was on his back, with greedy lips sucking him off.
Colt reached out, grabbed JJ’s hips and spun her, so her hot little pussy was facing him. Her mouth never left his cock as he positioned her legs on each side of his face and lost himself once more in JJ’s sweet spot.
She moaned around him and Colt started seeing double. She was devouring him. Like he was the single greatest thing she’d ever had. Colt could relate, because there was no other place he’d rather be than right where he was.
He splayed one hand over her ass and continued to eat at her. Loving every taste, every feel. She was melting for him and he couldn’t wait. He was about to come and no way would JJ not go with him.
He thrust two fingers inside her tight core. Another throaty moan sent tingles down his shaft and she went wild. Taking him so impossibly deep he felt her chin hit his lower torso.
He pumped his fingers in and out while flicking her clit with his tongue. She moved her hips in time with him, a sensual rhythm forming.
When he felt her sheath tense, he knew she was about to go over, so he buried his fingers and curled them, rubbing that sensitive spot inside. She never took her mouth from his cock, even when she screamed and came apart.
Colt couldn’t hold on.
“Pull back, sugar. I’m gonna come.”
She didn’t move away. Instead, she took him deeper. Colt couldn’t stop himself—his seed shot from him and JJ drank him down.
When she collapsed on her side, breathing hard, Colt gathered her in his arms and moved her to lie across his chest.
Sifting fingers through her hair, he smiled up at the sky, trying to catch his breath.
“You never cease to surprise me, Miss Justice.”
She nipped his chest and smiled. “Like I said, you bring out my wild side.”
He chuckled and hugged her against him. “In that case, I’m never leaving your side again.”
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Chapter Eighteen
Colt refilled Jenna’s wineglass. Though they sat on the living room floor, the sound of crickets singing and bright moonlight beaming through the window surrounded them.
“Tim Jenkins? Really? The kid with braces?”
Jenna smiled as she took a sip of wine. “Yeah. We were in eighth grade. He walked me home and as soon as we hit the porch he just went in for it. His Big Red gum fell into my mouth and I nearly choked. To this day, I can’t stomach cinnamon.”
Colt chuckled. “Poor kid.”
“Now your turn, Mr. Rodeo Romeo: Who was your first kiss?”
She watched Colt look at the ceiling, scratching two fingers along his jaw. “Marina Monroe. She was a senior when I was freshman.”
Somehow Jenna wasn’t surprised Colt managed to wrangle in the older ladies even as a teenager.
“And…?”
“She knew what she was doing, I’ll say that.”
Jenna rolled her eyes and took a long swallow of wine.
“Careful there, sugar. I wouldn’t want to bring forth that jealous wrath of yours.”
“Jealous? Me?” She shook her head. “No, I’m practical. I know you’ve been with your fair share of women.”
Didn’t mean Jenna didn’t want to suddenly punch all those nameless, faceless hussies in the face.
“I’ll tell that to Yvonne Taylor next time I see her.” Colt winked and took a drink from his longneck.
“Hey! She was being handsy and rude and, honestly, who has the right to just walk up and start pawing all over you?”
Colt leaned over and kissed Jenna on the mouth. Quick but deep with just the slightest hint of tongue. “You do.”
“I—what?” Crap. She was on her third glass of wine and her brain was slow to catch up.
“You have the right to paw me anytime you like.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiled.
“Please do. And know that I start to get whiny when I feel I’m lacking attention.”
