“Lemon,” his voice is a raspy growl. It does wicked things to my insides and I dart out my tongue to moisten my lips. Colt’s hand wraps around my waist tentatively and he lowers his lips to my neck.
A breathy moan slips past my lips and I cover his hand which is resting on my waist and guide it to my breast. He squeezes hard as he walks us forward and bends me over the bed. Colt pushes my skirt up my hips and slides a rough hand over my ass. He rears back and spanks me, hard and startling, as if I’m a naughty girl whom he has reached the end of his patience with. I gasp and he slides a hand over the seam of my pussy, shoving my panties aside and driving two fingers into me so hard I pitch forward. Colt snaps my thin lace panties at the side seam, and they slip down my legs to pool on the floor. He grabs my ankles and I widen my legs to give him better access. He sinks to his knees on the floor and presses a kiss to my pussy. I inhale sharply but it quickly turns to a moan as he separates me with his thumbs and licks at my honey, sliding his tongue deep inside me. He buries his face in me, licking and sucking, devouring me the way no other man ever has.
I reach behind me and sink my fingers through his hair, making sure he doesn’t go nowhere, but this is Colt we’re talking about, and he’s never satisfied unless I am.
Something about that forces me to grip tighter, move faster against his mouth, and my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. “Colt!”
I collapse face-first into the bed and he leaves me, but a moment later his warm hands are coaxing my hips up off the mattress and he plunges inside. The movement is so hard and so hot that a shocked cry leaves my mouth and all of the breath rushes from my lungs.
“Wait, wait,” I whisper as he drives in faster.
“You wanna talk now, Lemonade, or you want me to fuck you so hard you see stars?”
“Oh,” I cry. “I want you to fuck me, but condom?”
“Yeah, despite what everyone in this town thinks, I ain’t stupid.”
“No one thinks you’re … oh, God.”
He pulls out and a whimper tumbles from my mouth. Colt chuckles as he turns me onto my back and climbs on the mattress. Holding my wrists above my head with one hand, he dips his hips between my legs and his cock butts up against my pubic bone. He grinds against me, teasing my clit with the thick head. He guides himself inside me, and I’m struck with familiarity, and the headiness of it all.
Colton Hayes is inside me and he hasn’t kissed my lips in twelve years.
It’s all I want, in this moment, with this man—I need him to kiss me. I need to feel as close to him as I possibly can. I lean up and try to close this distance between his mouth and mine. A slow smile plays on Colt’s lips, and for a beat I think he’s not willing to kiss me, that it’s a different level of intimacy that he doesn’t want. But then his eyes hood and he moves a fraction of an inch closer, teasing my bottom lip with his tongue. Electricity bolts through me, from my lips to my clit, creating tiny showers of sparks inside me everywhere his body touches mine. Colt’s tongue drives deep into my mouth, as deep as his thrusts, and I don’t want this feeling to ever go away. He grips my wrists, lowering the rest of his weight on top of me. I wrap my legs around his hips, using my heels to drive him deeper. Heat builds in my core, spreading to each delicious nerve ending as I clamp around him, and he fucks me so hard I really do see stars.
“Who fucks you like no one else?”
“You,” I say breathlessly. But he’s never fucked me like this before. This is a whole new Colt, and as he slows his pace, coaxing more pleasure from me despite the fact that I just came, jealousy spears me right through the heart. Has he taken other women this rough? Or is it only me who brings out this anger and passion in him? “Only you.”
“All this time and that pussy still comes for me. Did you think of me when you fucked your fiancé? Did you see my face when he ate your pussy? Did you imagine it was my back you sunk your nails into?”
“Yes,” I pant.
Colt’s hands work me faster. “Did he touch you like I do? Worship your body the way I do?”
“No. No one ever has.”
“No one even came close?”
I shake my head and swallow hard, wishing he’d just pull me over the edge. Whatever this is—it ain’t making love—it’s making up for years of anger, resentment, sadness, and maybe even a little hate.
“Did you think of me at all when you said yes?”
I stop moving, tears instantly springing to my eyes. Colt releases my arms and yanks off the condom, discarding it on the nightstand. He strokes his hard dick as his fingers work inside me, faster, more expertly, until I’m clenching around him again, falling over the precipice into sensation, love, and desire, despite how my heart is breaking. He pumps his cock faster against his fist, and those grey eyes watch me possessively as he comes all over my pussy.
I wait until Colt is asleep and I carefully slip out of bed. It takes a minute to find my clothing and boots, and I quietly ease them on and exit his cabin. Outside, it’s freezing. There’s a soreness to my body, a languidness in my limbs that begs me to go back and snuggle into his bed, his warmth, but I can’t. We should not have done this. We should have had that talk we’ve been needing for the last twelve years now, and I can’t fall into bed with him again without talking out all the hurt we’ve been through. If I’d stayed a minute longer, I would have fallen into Colt’s arms and never left. I can’t do that. I don’t even know if he wants that, and as for me? Well, my life is in New York. Or at least, it was. I’m not sure where I’m supposed to be now.
When I’m home, there’s a part of me that feels like this is where I belong, amongst my family, in the arms of my first love, the boy next door. And when I’m in New York, I’m a girl from small-town Texas, who made a life, and a career in the big city. I’m more than just a farm girl, a rancher’s daughter, and a farmhand’s wife. Can I leave my life in New York for the only man I’ve ever truly loved? The bigger question on my mind is, will he ever forgive me for leaving him, or is he just content to punish me over and over for wasting twelve years of our lives?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Colt
I roll over and reach out for Lemon. My hands come up empty, and as I open my eyes and stare at her side of the bed—vacant—I start to wonder if maybe I dreamed the entire thing. Then I sit up and see her ruined panties discarded on my wooden floors and I flop back on the mattress. She ran out on me. Again.
I shake my head and tug my hands through my hair, replaying everything I did to her last night, everything I said.
I was a cold asshole, and I’m not sure I know any other way to be around her now. It ruined me when she left, and I still fucking love every little thing about her. But I have to harden my heart against the onslaught of Lemon Winchester. Because if I thought her leaving me at twenty-two-years old ruined me, her leaving after I’ve loved her and lost her, and finally got her back again, is going to destroy me completely.
I shower and dress before heading out to the ranch house.
Lemon isn’t at breakfast when I walk in, which should give me time to eat without being on edge, but I am. When she scurries down the stairs and sees me watching her in those tight jeans and plaid button up, she turns for the coffee pot, and I get up and rinse my plate in the sink right by her.