“I’m a you man.” His lips took mine in a ravenous kiss. Our tongues fought, inflaming my desire. I took a deep breath and grew dizzy from the scent of him. Warm skin, sensual eyes, his body primed and ready to take mine.
God, I wanted him.
I cradled him between the juncture of my thighs as I gently ground against him.
He tore his mouth from mine, his teeth sinking into the skin of my neck.
“Closer. Lean over me.”
I scooted up his body so that my breasts were level with his mouth. His velvet tongue stroked my nipple before taking it with his lips. Liquid heat singed my core. The throbbing between my thighs made me spread my legs, wanting more friction, wanting more of Colt.
“Bet you’re like hot, wet silk.” His eyes were on me. “Should I find out?”
I nodded eagerly.
His hand pushed aside my panties to cup the heat of me. He teased my folds and then slid one huge finger inside my body.
I couldn’t stop the shudder.
“Hot as fuck,” he growled.
“Give me another finger,” I commanded.
He grinned. Colt slipped in another finger and curled them both ever so slightly, hitting that spot inside me that was so elusive, it had me clenching him hard.
“Damn, woman,” he muttered. “I can’t wait to feel you come.”
His free hand settled on my hip and urged me to use him for my pleasure. I rode his fingers, tightening around him, mindless of anything but the feel of him between my legs.
It was good, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Colt,” I begged. “I need more.”
“Not yet. Come for me this way, darlin’. I know you’re close.”
“Kiss me,” I moaned.
“No. I want your eyes on me when you come. I want to see you.”
My skin was glazed with pleasure and it felt like it was the only thing holding me together.
“Feel me, Mia,” he whispered.
His fingers, combined with the use of my given name, sent me over the edge. I tightened around him and let out a strangled cry.
I shivered and shook, feeling him deep inside me, gripping him. Colt waited to slide his fingers out until my aftershocks faded.
I rolled off him and collapsed onto my side of the bed and closed my eyes.
“Babe?”
“Just, give me a minute,” I muttered.
He let out a low chuckle. “You wanna get out of here? Get breakfast?”
My eyes flipped open. “How can you think about food at a time like this?”
His smile was infectious and light-hearted. “Believe me, this is all I’ll be thinking about through breakfast.”
“Don’t you want—well, are we really done?”
Colt maneuvered his arm underneath my body and cradled me into his side. “There’s no rush.”
“Rush? Who’s talking about rushing? I’m just ready for more of you.”
“Are you now?” he murmured, his head turning so his lips could graze my ear.
I slithered my hand beneath the covers, brushing his thigh before snaking up the side of his boxers to grasp him.
“Jesus,” Colt murmured when I squeezed and stroked my finger across his tip.
“I want to see you.”
“God, I’m begging you to wait.”
I looked at him in confusion. “Why?”
“Because when you touch me, I’m gonna want to touch you back, and then we’ll never leave this room.”
My grin was wide and full of arrogance. “I fail to see that as a problem.”
“I want you in my bed. My bed at my house. I wanna walk to the kitchen naked. I wanna shower with you and take you against the wall. I don’t need my brothers hearing me screaming your name.”
Colt’s fingers plowed through my tangled hair as he brought his mouth to mine. It was over far too soon and he released me. He sat up to swing his legs over the side of the bed.
“Spare toothbrush in the drawer,” he said.
I shot him a grin as I rose and went to the bathroom. After washing up, I slipped on my dress. I took one last look in the mirror, pulled back my hair into a ponytail, and went into the bedroom. Colt was already dressed, and I watched him reach for his Glock on the nightstand and put it in his vest.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded. He opened the bedroom door, took my hand, and we walked through the clubhouse. The party had clearly moved indoors some time during the night. Empty beer bottles littered the floors and tables. Not to mention the naked bodies, including Boxer who had two busty, bare women in his arms. I lifted a hand to my eyes to shield my view and heard Colt chuckle.
“I have to open the gate,” he said when we got out onto the porch. “Prospects usually do it, but they were allowed in to the party last night, so they’re all still passed out.” He reached into his pocket to grab his truck keys and tossed them to me. “Get the engine going, yeah?”
I nodded and headed for his truck while he went to the gate. I unlocked the vehicle and was about to climb into the driver’s side, but I stopped to watch Colt. He was crouched over something I couldn’t see.
Out of sheer curiosity, I walked through the open gate toward him. When he heard my steps on the gravel, he turned and looked at me over his shoulder. “Babe, stop.” He stood up quickly, but he wasn’t able to conceal a pair of legs twisted at an odd angle.
“You don’t want to see this,” he stated, coming to stand in front of me.
“Yes, I do,” I said softly. “Please?”
He paused in obvious hesitation and then Colt moved aside to reveal a naked body sprawled on the ground. The swollen and bruised face was covered in blood, matting the dark hair and scalp. Grotesque burns covered the chest.
A sound of disbelief escaped my mouth and I dropped the truck keys that were in my hand. I shook my head in denial. A faint breeze stirred, carrying the smell of blood and charred flesh toward me.
My stomach revolted, and I turned my head and retched.
Chapter 12
Richie was dead.
All that was left of him was a scorched, beaten corpse. I heaved until there was nothing left.
“Mia,” I heard Colt call as I shuddered and wiped my mouth. A hand went to my back, and I jerked away.
“Don’t,” I said.
“Look at me,” Colt commanded.
His face was stoic and unyielding. Something inside of me broke; I threw myself at him and he caught me, hauling me to him, his strong arms wrapping around me.
“I got you,” he whispered against my hair. Shaking, I refused to cry. I wouldn’t break down, despite the sight of my former boss’s body.
“We were looking for him, babe,” Colt murmured.
“You were? Why?” I asked into his chest.
“To get some answers. We wanted to know what he had gotten himself into and why Dev sent his boys to grab you in the middle of the night.”
“Colt,” Zip called.
I turned my head to see the Blue Angels had roused themselves from sleep and were now standing on the porch of the clubhouse. There was no evidence in any of their postures that there had been a raging party the night before. They all looked fierce and ready for battle. I thought of the women who had spent the night. They would see Richie if they came outside.