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“If I’d known all it would take to render you speechless was this, I’d have tried it ages ago,” I tell him. “Liar,”
t’was around rn when I was walking home from work and my legs went numb bc I was losing my shit over this chapter
“Really, Colt? You think I have nothing better to do than wait around until I spot you and—what?—trail in your wake so I can find out what your sandwich order is?” Not that I need to. I already know it’s roast beef.
NOAH KING THE MAN YOU ARE
Colt: You’re such a dick. Me: If you want my dick, Colt, baby, all you have to do is ask. I freeze, staring at the text I just fired off. The fuck? Baby? Really?
baby 😋😋😋😋😋
But I’d be lying if I said there isn’t a part of me desperate for what my parents had. So why the fuck am I messing around with Colton Darling? Why is it so hard to stop?
“Ah, fuck it,” I hiss, grabbing a moderately sized carrot.
please tell me ur fucking joking rn LMAO
“You’re going to drive to my house tonight when it gets dark.” “No.” “And you’re gonna wait for me in the barn.”
GAH—
“You’ll come to me, little Colt. Don’t make me find you.” “You wouldn’t,” he pants. “I will,” I promise. “Do you believe me?”
“How’s, uh…” Shit, I need a name. “Daphne? Your girlfriend?”
oh I am LIVING for jealous Colt (really wish we got to see jealous Noah but I’ll live💔)
Noah is outright smiling now, looking amused. What-fucking-ever. If he’s too polite to tell this girl to get lost, I can handle it. And yes, Daphne may be his motorcycle, but it’s the first name that popped into my head.
this made me smile so big
“What’s that?” I ask. He angles the container my way. “Strawberry cream pie. Want a bite?” I shiver, taking an involuntary step back. “Oh, hell no. Can’t stand the stuff.”
“This is Clementine,” I tell him, opening the small kit. “My horse. Clem, this is that asshole Noah King I was telling you about.”
“One horse, Colton. You have one horse.” “And?” “You don’t see the problem here?”
there was only one horse
I’m attracted to Noah King. Want him to do unspeakable things to me.
The way I want him is different. It’s harsher, like freshly juiced lemonade versus prepackaged mix. He’s tart, damn near irresistible. How do I go back to anything else having tasted him?
Doesn’t he realize by now I’ll give him whatever he wants?
NOAHHHHHH😭😭😭😭he heard that story from Colton’s father and RAN (galloped?)
It’s why I thought, once upon a time, Colton and I might be friends. I thought we shared something. The same passion. That same lifeblood running through our veins.
kms
But Colton and I were never friends. He made sure of that.
KMS
I don’t know if Colton is feeling as wild and reckless as me, but I laugh at the wonder of it. How something as simple as a grown-up version of a childish game can make me feel so…weightless. Or maybe it’s simply this man at my side.
“Come on,” he says, heading for the front of the house. I stand there, my keys in hand, confusion and indecision warring. “Colt,” Noah says. Just my name. My feet carry me forward.
this PART. my heart stopped. the tension, the tenderness….
“You want me to stop,” he says, “you say so.” I shake my head the tiniest bit, not wanting him to stop. He can’t. Not now. I’ll fucking punch him if he does.
“Colt, baby,” he says, his voice so quiet I’m not sure I’m meant to hear it. “Anything.”
SO TENDER AT THE MOST HEATED MOMENTS
“Admit it,” I tease, knowing he’ll do no such thing. “You like being my—” My voice chokes out when Colton completes his turn.
NO WAY HE ACTUALLY FUCKING DID IT—
“What the fuck,” I breathe, my fingers tracing over the letters inked at the top of Colton’s right ass cheek.
YEEEEEEEHAWWWEW MFS
“Fuck,” I grit out, dropping my mouth to Colton’s skin. I lick over the word—my name—before biting down.
oh he LIKESSS it
I roll my thumb over the letters, my heart thrashing about wildly. “You’re never getting rid of it,” I growl. “How the fuck would I?” he counters. “Aren’t tattoo removals like—” His words cut off when I squeeze his ass cheek hard. “Never, Colt.”
His inhale is sharp, whatever he sees on my face enough to have him staring at me another few seconds longer. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “It’s not going anywhere.”
are we still talkin about the tattoo here boys—
I wanna give you every goddamn thing you need so you keep coming back to me for more. You are beautiful down on your knees. Because you like being there. And you’re beautiful like this. Opened up for me. Trusting me.”
really sweet with the context honestly (sorry #horndog)
“I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my fucking head. Invading my life. You’re everywhere I goddamn look. Everything I see.”
“And I’m not letting you run anymore,” I husk out. “You’re mine, Colton Darling. You. Are. Mine.”
I attempt to extract myself from his octopusing limbs,
My business is stable.
haha get it? bc he works with horses
He leans closer, lips at my ear. “Beautiful Colt. How could you possibly think you’re not mine?”
“Do you like carrots?” he asks. “What?” I nearly squeak.
L M F A O
“Are you just now realizing you like me?” I ask. “No,” he says quickly. “That can’t be it.” “Certainly not.”
“Oh, God,” he mutters, dirty palms on his knees. The clump of bellflowers waits beside him. “Take your time,” I say, moving to Colton’s other side to place the flowers into the hole. “Oh, God.” My lips twist. “All right?” “No. This is horrible.”
“Admit it,” I rasp out, one hand in his hair to keep him close. “Admit you like me.”
“I like you a whole fucking lot, Colt. Tell me you’re mine.”
HEART BEATS FAST COLORS AND PROMISES
“I don’t want to hate you at all.”
“I know, baby.”
“I didn’t want to like you,” Colton whispers. I heave a breath. Another. “I know.” “But I do.”
he’s so difficult in giving a straight answer haha 🙂↕️🙂↕️ my sweet colton
“Here’s what I think.” Colton sits on the tops of my thighs and motions me on. I toss the rag to the side before easing up onto my elbows. “We’re dating.” “We are?” “Yes,” I answer. “Exclusively.” He bites his lip before nodding.
“But more than that, it was the goddamn barn, Colton. It messed with my head.” I frown. “The barn?”
“When you didn’t show up at the barn,” he continues, his nose pressed to my neck. “It was the same place, and… You just can’t hurt me like that again, Colt. I know we were kids, but—”
now??????
All this time… All this fucking time, and Colton had no clue who I am. Who I was. The kid who moved in with his uncle, grieving and trying to acclimate to a new school months from graduation. One who’d hit it off talking about horses, of all things, with another boy from his class.
“God fucking damn it! Why him? Of all the goddamn people, why did it have to be him?”
thinking about how Noah just wants to talk to his dad here but can’t so he’s talking to the elk that reminds him of his dad instead 💔💔💔
“I trusted him,” I say, my voice cracking. “I forgave him, and I chose to trust him again. And you’re telling me it was literally for nothing? That I was so goddamn angry at him for no fucking reason?”
“It could’ve been anyone. I could have fallen for anyone. Why did you make me need him?”
“Every creature will find its end, my son. It’s inevitable. But we never stop fighting while we’re here. Like that elk, we fight because every moment we’re on this earth, no matter how big or small, is worth fighting for.”
🩷 lovely message from my gay erotica
And…is that a shoebox under his arm?
OH HERE WE GOOOOO
The man storms forward before I have a chance to utter a word of it, stopping in front of me and dropping to his knees in the grass. My breath whooshes from my lungs.
