* * *
Me: That’s not Leanne either.
Colt: Whatever. I need help. She’s going at me like she’s trying to siphon gas out of an empty tank. Nothing is happening.
Me: I can’t help you with that. Use your imagination or something.
Colt: I’ve tried, but it didn’t help.
Me: Why are you trying so hard (lol—get it?) to make this work?
Colt: Funny. Because of you. This is your fault and you need to fix it. Send me a visual.
Me: My fault?
Colt: I’ve been hard AF for weeks and nothing has worked. Not even my hands. I think you broke me. And you need to fix me.
* * *
He’s so dramatic. I’m sure it’s not that bad. Before I can respond, he sends another text.
* * *
Colt: I thought a hot, willing mouth with full lips would do the trick. But the moment Lena dropped to her knees, my dick shriveled up and died a painful blue death. Poor girl is doing her best to give it mouth to mouth but...you broke it.
* * *
I lose it then, laughing so hard I drop my phone. Tears are streaming down my face. If I thought he was dramatic before, I was wrong. I fumble around for my phone and see one last message from Colt.
* * *
Colt: Fuck it. I’m coming home.
* * *
Twenty minutes later he walks through the door with a scowl on his face. He points at me and glares before stomping into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
Trying not to think too hard about my actions, I quickly pull off my top and take a photo of my chest and send it to Colt. Least I could do, I guess. But I sure as hell will not send him a topless photo while he’s with someone else.
The ping of Colt’s message tone echoes through the apartment, followed by the unmistakable sound of him dropping it on the floor and shouting, “Fuck! Holy Shit. Yes!” and then, “You could give me the real things to look at instead of a picture on my phone.”
“Don’t make me regret sending that,” I call through the door.
“Fine, leave me alone for five minutes, or two hours. This is either going to be really fast or take a while.”
So gross.
Twenty minutes later there’s a thump against the wall and Colt curses. I rush in there thinking he’s hurt himself somehow. What if he fell? “Colt! You okay?”
The shower is still running, and I don’t hear him. What if he knocked himself out?
“Colt?”
“I’m fine,” he bites out. “Do you need the shower?”
“No, I heard a noise and thought you might have fallen or something.”
He snorts and chuckles. His voice laced with darkness, his laugh hoarse. “I’m an athlete. I don’t fall in the shower. Pass me a towel.”
I reach for a towel on the rack and shove it through the gap between the wall and curtain. “Then why all the noise?”
The rings on the shower curtain screech as Colt pulls it back, stepping out of the tub with the towel wrapped around his waist. I spin away from him to give him privacy but end up face to face with the mirror and Colt standing right behind me. He glares at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice a whisper. I clench the sink and try not to focus on the droplets of water as they skate down his naked chest.
Colt’s hands land on my waist and he leans into me. “This,” he growls in my ear, and all my nerves fire to life at his voice. The raw, husky, desperate tone of his voice as he presses his erection into me. “Is because of you.”
I swallow, trying to wet my parched throat. “How can I help?” My voice is soft, almost a hum.
Colt’s lips quirk into a smirk and he drags his gaze down my reflection. His eyes are almost black as he slides his hands up my side, lifting my arms above my head. His fingers coast down my torso, pausing on my sides and slipping around to cup my breasts. I sigh, arching my back, and let my arms fall behind me, finding their way into Colt’s hair.
His breath is hot and heavy on my neck, sending goosebumps along my skin as his hands drop, gripping the hem of my shirt and yanking it over my head in one swift movement.
I push off the counter and try to face him, but his strong hands on my hips stop me.
“Don’t move.” The authority in his voice lights a fire inside me, and I stare through the mirror, my eyes never drifting from his hands, my teeth digging into my bottom lip.
He grips the waistband of my leggings and tugs them down, gliding his hands over my thighs and my ass as he moves up toward my bra while I kick my leggings to the side. With nimble fingers he unclasps my bra, sliding it down my arms and dropping it to the floor.
His eyes darken and he sucks in a breath, fingers skimming across my stomach and ribs until he slides them over my heaving chest, pinching and tweaking my nipples. I lift my hands up again and drop them behind me into his hair, tugging on the ends, arching into his hands as my head falls back and my eyes drift closed, enjoying the sensations of his skin on mine.
“Open your eyes.” His voice is demanding and strong, one hand gripping my chin and forcing me to stare into the mirror. My lips part and I sway, a little light-headed and way too turned on. I peel my eyes open and lock on his gaze.
He smirks and nudges my left leg with his foot so I widen my stance. With a gentle squeeze to one of my breasts, he drops his hand and... removes his towel.
My eyes widen, and I take in his reflection. He’s directly behind me so I can’t see everything, but I can make out the curve of his ass, the sharpness of his hips, the top of his thigh.
Colt’s palm presses into my spine, curving my body forward. My hands clench the counter, my knuckles white and my jaw tight with anticipation. Adjusting his position and sliding a hand between us, he glides his erection between my parted thighs, dragging it across my wet panties.
My eyes drop to between my legs, but Colt’s too fast for me. He lifts one hand to my chin, forcing my face up, forcing me to stare into his eyes while the other strokes my breasts.
Our gazes locked on one another, I circle my hips while Colt thrusts his, creating friction and the pressure both our bodies have been craving.
It’s so wrong. He’s my best friend. But it’s so, so right.
“You know, I figured I would have to beg you to bring me tonight,” I say as Colt pulls the car over down the road from the team’s house. “I didn’t think you would want to come. You hate parties.”
After our little bathroom incident, I wasn’t sure how Colt would be tonight. But he’s in good spirits. His mood has improved drastically after finding his release... all over my back. I’m not complaining though, because my legs are still trembling.
Colt shrugs. “Looking after my investments.”
“Your investments?” I get out of the car and close the door, waiting for Colt to grab his ball and fall in step beside me.
“Yeah. You.”
“I’m an investment?”
“I’ve two grand riding on you. I’m here to make sure you don’t get carried away.”
I hook my arm through his. “You’re such a sweetheart. It amazes me every day no self-respecting woman has snapped you up and made you an honest man.”