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Noah King. The bane of my existence. The thorn in my boot.
Big Noah King, all high and mighty, waiting for me to kneel in front of you.” Well, that’s a fucking visual.
I dare anybody to be upset when there are baby horses running around.
One second, there’s Colton’s shocked expression mixed with a small wince of pain, and then my mouth is shutting the man up. I feel triumphant. Giddy even, to have found a way to render Colton absolutely speechless.
I have never, not once, been interested in a man. Never kissed one or even wanted to. And of all the men in the world I could have chosen to kiss, hate-fueled or otherwise, it just had to be Colton goddamn Darling.
What. The fuck. Was that? I wipe my mouth and look down at my semi. “What the actual fuck,” I hiss. I did not just get a hate-boner over Noah King. Did I? No. No fucking way. Fuuuck.
No. Nope. Nuh-uh. We do not like Noah fucking King.
Jackson scowls, and Ash laughs, reaching up to pull my brother down into a quick kiss. It’s so cute I want to fling myself into the fire.
Colton Darling, at my mercy, trembling beneath me like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
“God,” he pants. “I already begged once. What do you want from me? You really need me to humiliate myself further?” “No,” I say firmly, giving his cock a single, smooth stroke. “I want you to know that all you have to do is ask and it’s yours.”
Who realizes at thirty-seven fucking years old that they might have a little untriggered thing for dudes?
Colton Darling, brought to heel. Because of me. If only I could get him down on his knees, too.
to nip the shell of my ear, “I like having your reins in my hand, little Colt. Tell me. If I tug, will you come to heel?”
Because Noah’s lips are on mine. Ruthless. Powerful. All-consuming. He’s kissing me. I’m kissing him. And it’s so much more than lackluster. Fuck. Fuck. I have a hate-on for Noah fucking King.
“You tell me to stop, and I will,” I make sure he knows, needing him to know. “But you wanna fight this a little? I’m all for it, Colt. I have no problem making you mine.” “I’m not yours,” he grits out. “Will never be yours.” “We’ll see about that.”
leather and citrus. When I bring Colton’s face back around, he doesn’t hesitate. He meets my lips, all fire and whiskey and a sharp edge of desperation that’s a match for my own.
I want to ruin Colton goddamn Darling. Thoroughly.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything as satisfying as making Colton Darling show his begrudging arousal.
How do I go back to anything else having tasted him?
This prickly man. Doesn’t he realize by now I’ll give him whatever he wants?
I kiss the head of his cock, my eyes slipping closed. “Please fuck me.” “Colt, baby,” he says, his voice so quiet I’m not sure I’m meant to hear it. “Anything.”
“I wanna fuck you so good you have trouble walking for weeks. I wanna give you every goddamn thing you need so you keep coming back to me for more.
“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.”
I’m not letting you run anymore,” I husk out. “You’re mine, Colton Darling. You. Are. Mine.”
“Welcome to the club,” Jackson puts in. “Congratulations, sweetheart,” my mom adds. “Does this mean you’ll be introducing us to the man who’s been leaving bite marks all over your neck?”
“Beautiful Colt. How could you possibly think you’re not mine?”
“Against all goddamn sense and reason, you made me fall brim over boot, Noah King. And now I don’t know which way is up unless it’s with you.”
We fight for what’s important in life. Every big moment. Every small. And love, well. I think that might just be the most important battle worth waging.
Reins, freely given to the one person I trust never to lead me astray. Noah fucking King. Soon, my husband. But always, forevermore, the man who toppled me brim over boot in love.
