When Natalie returned, I left a few dollars on the table for a tip. “You ready?” I asked, standing and looking towards the door rather than at her. It was becoming increasingly more difficult each day to look her in the eyes and not feel simultaneously torn between wanting to kiss her and wanting to leave her to focus only on my career.
“Yeah. You mind taking me to the library?” she asked, looking slightly agitated. She missed the days when she could study in the library of her own home.
I nodded. “All right. Let’s go.”
* * *
Regularly sitting in the library watching Natalie study for her BAR exam wasn’t exactly the most exciting thing in the world, to say the least. So in an attempt to entertain myself, I found a book to read. Yet, after settling into a chair on the opposite side of the room from her, I fell asleep before even getting through the first chapter.
Ever since moving into the safe-house with Natalie, sleep hadn’t been easy to come by. I stayed on alert, checking the premises to make sure everything was in proper order.
“Natalie Finley?”
Someone called her name. I jerked awake, my eyes immediately zooming in on a young man walking toward her, a smile on his face.
I leaned forward, ready to spring into action at any second if necessary.
Natalie looked up from her book, her eyes widening. “Joey?”
I felt somewhat relieved that the man was someone she knew, although that relief was short-lived and quickly replaced with all-consuming jealousy. There was something intimate about how they looked at one another, and once he was close enough to her, my suspicions were confirmed. He wrapped her into a hug, his arms curling low on her waist and looking as if he didn’t want to let her go. He kissed her cheek. “It’s been forever,” he said.
“It has,” she agreed, giving him a smile that made my stomach tie up in fucking knots.
“What’s been going on with you?”
My jealousy further reared its head when the man took a seat at her table. I couldn’t take my eyes away from him, sizing him up. He looked around Natalie’s age, and I supposed he was handsome—with his shoulder-length hair and neatly trimmed goatee. He had a slim build, and I shamefully imagined how easy it would be to knock him the hell out.
“Oh, kind of a lot actually,” Natalie answered with a sigh and then proceeded to tell him all about the things going on with her father. The guy—Joey—listened, riveted and completely enamored with her. I felt my annoyance illogically rising, especially as he reached out and to rub her shoulder, consoling her. He then began to hold her hand, and I envisioned slicing that fucker’s hand clean off his arm.
Get a grip, Colt, I thought to myself. But it was no use. The jealousy I felt couldn’t be contained, and I knew my stare must have been burning a hole in the side of Joey’s face. After a while, he finally noticed me. His eyebrows shot upward, startled. He then leaned in and whispered into Natalie’s ear.
She turned her gaze toward me, and I heard her mutter the word ‘security.’
Joey’s expression relaxed and he gave me a wave that I couldn’t bring myself to return.
Realizing that I probably looked like a complete asshole staring so intently at the two of them, I tried to force myself to read the book tossed haphazardly in my lap. But once again, it was no use. I kept straining my ears, trying to hear their conversation. I kept glancing their way, wondering if he was touching her, and feeling that horrible pang of jealousy every time I heard her giggle at something he said.
I couldn’t have been more relieved when he finally got up to leave. They exchanged phone numbers before giving each other a far too long hug goodbye.
Once he was gone, Natalie sat back down and glanced my way.
Forgetting that I needed to keep my professional distance, I found myself storming up to her table. “Who was that?” I asked, the annoyance clearly detectible in my voice.
Natalie stared at me, her eyebrows raised. “My ex,” she answered after a pause.
“Doesn’t look like he still wants to be your ex,” I said bitterly.
“Well, it’s not like things really ended badly between us. He just transferred to another school and the long-distance relationship was too hard to keep up with. We sort of just fell out of touch rather than officially broke up.”
My heart plummeted. “So…you still like him?”
She shrugged her shoulders. Then she looked me square in the eyes, clearly challenging me. “I don’t know. Why?”
That question was so loaded, I didn’t know where to begin. I wanted to tell her right in that moment how badly I wanted her. I wanted to tell her that no one could protect and provide for her the way that I could. I wanted to tell her that if I got to make love to her for every night for the rest of our lives, it still wouldn’t be enough.
I wanted to tell her that if I couldn’t have her, no one else could.
But I had no right. I had answered her honestly the first night at the safe house. I had no idea what we were if anything. Mostly our relationship was a distraction, to both of us.
I sat before her, my hands clenched in my lap and literally biting my tongue, trying to hold back words that I would never be able to take back if I dared let them out of my mouth.
“Why, Colt?” she asked again. There was no doubt she was challenging me this time, and I had to wonder if she already knew the thoughts going through my head.
As I had far too many times, I thought about the feel and taste of her skin.
“Because,” I said, trying hard to keep my voice steady, “I need to know who I have to keep my eye on. For safety measures.”
She looked away from me. “Joey isn’t dangerous.”
I grumbled. He was the most dangerous person we had encountered, as far as I was concerned. He posed the danger of permanently ruining my chances with Natalie. He posed the danger of making me realize once and for all that if I didn’t officially make my move and let my feelings be known, I would never have a shot…
“What’s wrong? What are you thinking?” Natalie asked.
“Too much,” I said, standing from her table.
She looked up at me and stood as well. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
“Fine, well I have some more studying to do.”
“Then I’ll just sit back over there. Watching you.”
“Yes, I guess you will.”
I dropped back into my chair and opened the book I still hadn’t read.
Fucking Joey.
CHAPTER 11
Natalie
I was deep in thought, immersed in the books and notes in front of me. The library was quiet, which enabled me to fully focus on the pages filled with a lot of complex paragraphs. The exam date was approaching, and I was becoming more nervous. Joey was a nice distraction for a bit, but now I needed to focus again.
But that was hard with Colt staring at me. His eyes practically boring a hole in my head.
It wasn’t my fault nothing had happened since that first night! We didn’t know what we were doing from here, and for now I had to accept that. But I could tell Colt wasn’t okay with it.
I didn’t even notice Colt approaching me, until he stopped directly above me, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. His eyes penetrated into me, stealing the air out of my lungs, and I was reminded once more how sexy and gorgeous this man was.
My pussy warmed the moment I remembered our night in the safe house. It’d felt too good.
Ugh. Focus Natalie.
“We need to talk,” he said and suddenly grabbed me by my upper arm.
“What? What is going on?”
“We need some privacy.”
He pulled me into a study room, locking the door behind him. I looked around the empty room confused, wondering if there was some problem. There were several armchairs and tables around the small room, surrounded with the bookshelves filled with various books.
“Colt? You’re
scaring me. Please, tell me what’s going on. Is this still about Joey? I told you he was fine!”
He exhaled in frustration, closing the distance between us, and looked at me seriously. “Look, there is something I need to tell you. I know it’s crazy and all, especially because I’m your bodyguard and any personal relationship is strictly forbidden, but I can’t help it.” I stopped breathing, impatiently waiting for his next words. “I feel something for you, Natalie.”
“Colt.”
I let a small sigh out, trying to calm down my increasing heartbeat, but it was impossible. He wasn’t indifferent toward me. Just like me, he felt something that was stronger than our reason. Stronger than just the sexual chemistry between us.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Since that first night I met you, actually. You blew my mind, and then I saw you again, and I was more attracted to you than ever. When that man pulled a gun on your father, I thought I was going to lose my shit. I was so worried about you.”
He moved and stopped directly in front of me, only several inches separating our faces when he leaned in. His warm breath caressed my lips, creating tingles and a churning desire in the pit of my stomach. He smelled so good, and I wanted to forget about the obstacles between us.
He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it, making me melt. I needed his touch. I needed him to make me feel all those breathtaking sensations he’d evoked in me in Turkey and in the safe house.
“When I saw that guy earlier, I was so jealous. I don’t want anyone to approach you. I want you all for myself.”
My pussy throbbed, and I clenched my thighs together, trying to ease the aching. I was surprised at his outburst of jealousy. I’d never expected him to react like this—to be so possessive. My heart contracted happily, and I couldn’t resist the pull toward him anymore.
“You’re jealous this much?” I asked, sliding my hand slowly over his chest. His heart was beating so fast underneath my palm, matching the rhythm of my own.
He cupped the back of my neck and drew me even closer. Our bodies met as one, softness against his rigidness—like we were made for each other.
“Yes. If I can’t have you, no one will.”
His lips were on mine before I could even respond. The heat filled my whole being, and all reason was cast aside as I returned his ardent kiss. I pressed against his erection, feeling a deep need inside of me for him. He moaned into my mouth, pushing me backward until I hit into the armchair and lost my balance, falling right into it.
I was about to get up, but he didn’t let me, holding me in place as he went to his knees in between my legs. My pulse sped up, and I began panting. His eyes were eating me alive, his hands traveling to my zipper.
“Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you’re crazy about me.”
“I’m crazy about you, Colt. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you to fuck me right now.”
His smirk was huge. “You have no idea how much I fantasized about you saying those words to me.” He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, exposing my sexy undies. “You’re so beautiful.” He caressed my mound over the thin material, creating a burning need in me that was begging to be satiated. “You’re perfect. I can’t stop thinking about you or your sweet pussy.”
His fingers stroked me slowly, and my pussy grew hotter. I could already feel my panties becoming wetter, and he groaned loudly when he felt it too. He moved his fingers over the damp material, sliding up and down tantalizingly slowly, and I was panting hard.
“Colt... Ah...” I bucked my hips and pushed my mound into his hand, needing him to deepen the touch.
He seemed content with prolonging my pleasure, since he continued to touch me over my undies with no intention to speed up his pace. He brought his other hand to my thigh to keep me in place when I started squirming, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re so sexy. My cock aches for you. It misses your tight pussy.”
“Colt!” I cried out and moved my hips forward, trying to get him to give me the touch I was desperate for.
He moved my panties to the side and slid his fingers through my swollen folds, finally giving me what I wanted. I moaned and grabbed the arm rests, all of a sudden feeling restless. He was rubbing my clitoris fast and then slow, and it drove me wild. I had to press my hand against my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out loudly.
“You’re so wet. Perfect.”
He plunged two fingers inside of me, pushing them fully inside, and I bit into my lip when the ecstatic sensation exploded in me. His other hand covered my breast over my blouse and played with my nipple, doubling the pleasure I felt.
“Yes, Natalie. Come for me, baby. I need you to cover my fingers with your delicious juices.”
My head rolled backward and I closed my eyes, burning under the intensity of his fingers ripping through my wet walls. I was so close, and each part of me shuddered in the sweet torture of his fingers. His other hand cupped my mound, the heel of his palm rubbing my clit fast as his fingers fucked me rough and deep, and the muffled scream left my lips when I orgasmed with the intensity that shattered me.
He pulled his pants and underwear down and switched places with me. He brought me to his lap and said, “Ride me, baby. Ride me like you own this big cock. I’m all yours.”
My pussy was on fire, dripping wet after the amazing orgasm he’d given me, but when I sat down on his huge length, I was completely overwhelmed with the unbearable pleasure, the sensitivity of my mound after my climax enhancing the sensations.
“You feel so good inside of me, Colt. I need this.”
I rode him fast, gripping his shoulders as I bounced up and down on him. Our lips met, and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, meeting mine with urgency that ruled us both. I completely forgot that we were in a public place, driven by desire that was stronger than anything I’d felt in my life. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, increasing my speed, and relished in the hardness of his sexy cock.
His hands were holding my ass tight, guiding me as he brought his hips up to meet my pussy, and it brought me a sizzling sensation that threatened to erupt into a new orgasm soon. His low moans made me wetter—the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard—and I was barely able to contain my own. I was sure that if I was to let myself cry out, everyone outside would hear us.
“What are you doing to me?” His eyes bore into mine, reaching the depths hidden within me, and he stole more of my heart.
I smashed my lips against his, shuddering when another orgasmic wave washed over me, and moaned loudly into his mouth. I convulsed several times, arching my back when the pleasure became almost unbearable.
“Damn. Your pussy feels amazing around my cock when you come. I need you to come again,” his voice wasn’t his as he penetrated deeper into me, sending another rush of delirious sensation through me.
I spasmed around his rock-hard dick and clamped my hand against my mouth, already orgasming again. This time it was stronger since he didn’t stop pounding into me, moving me on him faster than before, and my whole body felt weightless under such overwhelming pleasure.
“Yes. That’s my girl.”
He stood up and pulled me to the carpet, pushing me to my fours. He was right behind me, plunging inside of me again, and this position brought me a whole different pleasure. Our bodies hit against each other in the quiet space of the library room, our ragged breaths mixing together in hurry and hunger that couldn’t be easily satiated.
“You’re mine, Natalie. Only mine. I don’t want you near other men. I want to own this sweet pussy. I just can’t help but want you again and again.”
I could barely form a sentence from the intensity of our sex, clenching around him once more when I came again, and it was so powerful that I was a second away from collapsing to the floor. Luckily, his arm snaked around my waist and held me in place, pulling me closer to him as he continued his ruthless tempo.
“I’m only yours, Colt.”
He growled and flipped me aro
und, pushing me to my back as he held my legs upward in the air. His cock thrust deep inside, pounding into me like he was going to rip me into two, and it was too much. I was completely wet and swollen. Just when the scream left my lips, he clamped his hand over my mouth to silence me, driving into me a few more times before he finally let go.
His lips latched onto mine in a maddening kiss, while he ejaculated his load in continuous waves that made his cock twitch, which felt amazing against my sensitive insides. I hugged him and closed my eyes, enjoying out afterglow in silence.
He brought himself to his elbows, caging me in with his strong arms, and looked at me so passionately that he stole my breath away. For a several moments we were just looking at each other, drinking in the unusual feelings that were connecting us together.
“You’re beautiful, Natalie,” he told me suddenly, his unblinking gaze making my heart flutter uncontrollably.
I smiled and traced his lips with my fingers. They were so soft and plump. “Just like you, Colt. You make my heart act in ways I never expected.”
He laughed and left another kiss on my lips, pulling out of me. My pussy protested, wanting more of him despite everything that had just transpired in here. I couldn’t believe we actually did it here!
“What if somebody heard us?” I asked, suddenly worried that anyone could be onto us.
He got to his feet and helped me get up. He shrugged his shoulders. “Who cares? You know, I would do it again, but I think you should get back to studying now.”
He winked at me and left me gaping after him, crazy for him more than ever.
CHAPTER 12
Natalie
The rich aroma of coffee woke me the following morning. I lied in bed, feeling more relaxed and refreshed than I had in a long time. Finally, I had gotten a decent night’s sleep.
I rolled over. The other side of the bed was cold, letting me know that Colt must have gotten up quite some time ago. We had fallen asleep holding each other, so I wondered how he had managed to get out of bed without me noticing. I supposed it didn’t matter though.
Scandal Page 6
