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“You didn’t have to do that.” I twist my purse in my hands.
“No sense arguing with Kurt over a tank of gas. He’ll take any opportunity to make up for having a small dick.”
“Sounds like you’re calling me old. Or old-fashioned.”
“Let’s just say that girls like me don’t happen to come across men like you very often.
I mean, especially not men offering to pay for a whole tank of gas out of the blue.”
“You’re hanging around the wrong men in that case.”
“You didn’t spit in this or something, did you? That’s the kind of thing Kayce would do when he’s had enough of my shit.”
Colt Wilder is short-tempered, growly, and impossible to please.
There’s nothing good that can come of being interested in the darkness that lies beneath the surface of Colt Wilder.
“Go easy on me, ok?” Layla breathes.
I don’t know what comes over me, but as I help swing her up into the saddle, the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I promise, I can be gentle.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she murmurs. Little does this girl know, she could never. “You won’t. Now, just take a deep breath for me, baby.”
“If you’re out here on your own, or if something happens to me, I have to know you can look out for yourself, Layla.”
“If anyone tries to touch you ever again, don’t hesitate to use that gun on them.”
“You’ll need this.” I take my hat off and drop it on her head. It’s a little big for her, and even though she looks gorgeous in anything, fuck me, the sight of her wearing my jet-black hat sends a rush of blood to my dick.
She reaches up to touch the brim, readjusting it slightly on her head, and her green eyes sparkle. Which is why I don’t even bother trying to explain why I just did what I did, yet still hop back in the cab feeling like a fucking king.
Even if she’s not my girl, I can at least lay a claim on her so no asshole around town da...
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“Then tell me why every night is a battle, Layla. Tell me why I have to damn near lock my own door.”
“Why would you—” His gritty noise cuts me off. “Because I’m in so much trouble when it comes to you. Tell me why the fuck I’m spending every night talking myself out of visiting the bedroom just down the hall of the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, just to see how she tastes.”
Colt lets out a groan mixed with a growl, and my breathy words are hardly out of me before his hand dives into my hair. “Fuck it.”
His mouth crashes against mine.
“Look at you, baby.” He lets out a low growl. “Jesus Christ. The things I want to do to you.”
Then tell me why I’m spending every night talking myself out of visiting the bedroom just down the hall.
“Show me those perfect fucking tits.”
“I’m barely hanging on to decency here. There’s too much filthy shit going through my mind for you to be looking at my cock like that.”
“Baby, I want to fuck you so badly. I want these tiny lace panties balled up inside my sheets every morning, and I want your sweet cum all over my tongue.”
“I want to slide my tongue inside your sweet little cunt while you’re asleep. Have your body fall apart while you’re still dreaming, then shove inside you.”
“I’d fill your pussy up so fucking deep you’d never be able to forget me.”
“Jesus. You’re fucking soaking wet, aren’t you?”
“That’s it. Rub that spot in nice slow circles for me.”
“You’re a goddamn dream, and I don’t ever want to wake up, but you’re gonna have to do what you did for me last night. You’re gonna have to, because I’m not a good man and I just don’t trust myself right now.”
“Why do I care so much what you think of me?”
“All I seem to do is want to try not to disappoint you, and yet it’s never enough.”
“Maybe all you are to me is the punishment I’ve been long overdue for being selfish.”
“Maybe I’m the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet who wants you to suffer exactly like I am.”
That’s right, baby. See me for what I really am.
“You don’t want me to touch you?”
“No.” She bites down on that bottom lip of hers so hard it might bruise.
“How badly do you not want me to touch you, baby?”
Layla lifts her hips, arching against me. “So bad.”
“I wouldn’t want to go against your wishes. If you’re telling me you don’t want me to put my tongue inside you, or to lick your cunt until you’re screaming, then I’d better not.”
“Baby, I want to taste you.” Kiss. “Fuck you.” Lick. “Consume you.” Bite.
“I’m not leaving this spot until I’ve tasted your sweet little cunt.”
“You’re going to shatter on my tongue. Then we’re going to go inside, and I’m going to take my time worshiping this pussy.”
“This is exactly where I want to be. I’ve been dreaming about having my mouth on your pussy for months.”
“Eyes on me, angel.”
“Now I know what your cum on my tongue tastes like, I’m never going to get enough of this.”
“Because I want to be ruined by you, Colton Wilder.”
“I’m a selfish asshole. Don’t you think I know … that I shouldn’t be anywhere near you right now?”
“But I’m going insane with the need to have you, angel. So you tell me what you want. I’ll take whatever fucking crumbs you’re willing to throw on the floor.”
