Chapter 22
Olivia
Our lips connected and fire shot through my veins. The connection between us was something I couldn’t deny. Not anymore. The hand that cupped my cheek slid into my hair, raking his calluses just enough along my skin to shiver me to my core. Oh, the control he had over me was phenomenal. And the second he clamped down onto my raven locks, I felt my knees weakened. The whole of my existence gave way to him. I didn’t know what it was about this man that had captivated me within a few fucking days, but I’d never felt this way about anyone. I hadn’t allowed myself to after my father had been killed. I closed that part of my life off for good.
But Colt had swung those doors wide open.
“I feel so connected to you,” I breathed.
My hands fisted his leather jacket as we tugged each other’s clothes off. Right there in his living room, never backing down on the promise he made me. He told me we wouldn’t go anywhere except his living room, and he was right. His lips kissed down my neck. His tongue lapped at my pulse point. He stripped me of the physical barriers between us as I scrambled to tear his clothes off.
Then, I felt his voice rumble against my breasts.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. Ever, Olivia.”
He slowly rose up, our naked bodies standing in the sun that streamed through his living room windows. Our eyes connected, and I saw how much he meant every single word. I’d only ever seen one man as tough as Colt be so vulnerable with me. And that was my father.
I watched the walls come down from around Colt’s eyes, allowing me entrance into his soul.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
His forehead fell to mine as his hands slid down my back, gripping the globes of my ass.
“Nowhere near as beautiful as you,” he murmured.
Colt bent down and picked me up, easily and effortlessly. As if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his naked body and locked them, our eyes never leaving one another’s. He walked me to the nearest wall and pressed me against it as my hands cupped his face. I rubbed my thumbs over his stubble. Over the brown and gray that stared back at me. His body was phenomenal. His bones had aged muscle on them that still had rippling lines that could take anyone’s breath away. My soft skin filled the divots that had carved themselves out over time. I slid my hands down his neck. Over his shoulders. Feeling the toughness of his skin that came with his age.
I adored everything about this biker man.
My lips slowly settled onto his and I felt him pucker them in response. My arms locked around his neck as his dripping dick rose to the occasion. I felt it teasing me. Sliding against my ass cheeks as my pussy lips wrapped around it. I slicked him up. Rolled my hips against him as he groaned down my throat. I slid my hand through his hair. I curled my nails into his strength. I dug my heels into his lower back, feeling the tip of his cock inching its way closer to my pussy.
I rolled my hips and felt him finally breach me, and the two of us gasped together.
“Oh, Colt,” I whispered.
“I can’t hold back, Olivia,” he grunted.
My eyes flew open and I found his warm brown eyes staring back at me.
“Why the hell are you holding back?” I asked.
That question shot a primal fire through his eyes that fluttered my heart. In an instant, he slammed into me, his hands finding my wrists as he pinned me to the wall with his fucking chest. I cried out in pleasure. He locked our fingers together as he pinned my hands to the wall. He fucked me senseless, pounding into my hips as my legs locked around him. All I did was hold on for the ride as he grunted and groaned out his pleasure. His lips crashed to mine. He tugged on my lower lip with his teeth and the sensation drove me wild.
“Yes, Colt. Fuck. Oh, shit. Harder. I need you harder. Please.”
“Oh, such beautiful words that you’ll regret later,” he growled.
He released my hands and wrapped them around me, peeling me from the wall. He pulled his cock out, making me feel lonely without the feeling of being filled by him. He bent me over the couch and pressed my cheek into the cushion. His hand wrapped into my hair, guiding and commanding my body as he knocked my knees open. His free hand guided his cock back into me body. Filling me and stroking me as his hand slid up my ass. My juices dripped around him, his balls slamming against my clit as he took me from behind.
“Colt! Yes!”
“Fucking hell, Olivia. So tight for me. Shit. So good. I’ll be so good to you.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My pussy fluttered and churned for him. My hands clawed at his couch as I pressed them into the cushions. I found the strength to push back. To meet him halfway as his balls tickled my clit. My whimpers and my moans turned to drones of unearthly existence that forced my face into the couch itself. Wet skin slapping wet skin filled the world around us. His scent. His command. The touch of his rugged hands and the feel of his thick dick growing against my walls.
It was all too much for me.
“I feel it, Liv. I feel you throbbing. Milk my cock, sweet girl. Pull me over with you.”
“Holy shit, Colt! Colt! Colt!”
My toes curled and my body gave out against him. I collapsed against the couch, my pussy fluttering around him as my entire body quivered. I felt Colt’s hips stuttering as he fucked me through my orgasm. My pussy pulled him into my body as far as he could go, swallowing down every droplet of precum he had for me. He fisted my hair tighter. He dug himself into my body as he slowly collapsed to me. His sweating chest against my warm back as his cock finally released.
I felt each thread of cum paint my walls as our bodies shook against one another.
His hand released my hair and he slipped his arm around my chest. His other arm wrapped around my waist, and slowly he pulled me upright. Kept me held closely to him as his cock slowly slipped out of my body. I felt him shaking. I felt him unsteady on his feet. And still, he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing. He walked over to a chair he had in the corner. He collapsed down into it, taking me with him as our intermingled juices dripped from between my thighs.
“Come here, beautiful,” he murmured.
He tucked my head underneath his chin and I felt safe. Content. At home. For the first time in my life since my father had been arrested.
“What have you done to me?” I whispered.
He answered me with nothing but a kiss to the top of my head as my body sank deeply into his.
I had no idea how long we stayed that way. How long our naked bodies rested in that chair. I was pretty sure I had fallen asleep at some point. Nestled against him with the sun illuminating the dust that floated around in the air. I nuzzled into Colt’s neck. I felt him running his fingers through my hair as I curled deeper into his chest. I kissed his shoulder. I felt him kiss my forehead. It was the most loving thing I’d ever experienced with another man, and with each second that ticked by, I felt myself giving way to him just a little more.
Then, his damn cell phone rang.
“Fuck, that’s Duke,” Colt groaned.
“The guys got their own ringers?” I asked, grinning.
“Yep. So, if I’m pissed at one of them, I don’t even have to go searching for my phone.”
“You pissed at Duke right now?”
Colt stiffened.
“Bad question?” I asked.
“More like a long story,” he said.
“Well, let me get off you and you can get it,” I said.
“Or, I can do this.”
Colt picked me up yet again and I giggled as he did so. I clung to him, wrapping my arms and legs around his massive form as he walked across the room. He held me with one of his arms as I kissed his shoulder. His cheek. His neck. His arm. He held me tightly to him as he bent down and searched for his phone.
“We look a little ridiculous,” I said.
“And yet, you won’t let go,” Colt said, grinning.
He smiled at me before he took us over to the couch. A couch the two of us collapsed onto.
“Yep?” Colt asked when he answered the phone.
I looked over at him and he and tossed me a wink before his face slowly started to sink.
“What’s wrong?” I mouthed.
He held up his hand and shook his head at me.
“Uh huh. Yeah, I hear you. It’s set up?” he asked.
My eyebrows rose up and my head fell off to the side in confusion.
“Got it. Yeah. You know I gotta inform my DEA contact about this, right?”
Oh shit. The meeting with Diego. That had to be what this phone call was about.
“Yep. She’ll be the next call I make.”
Colt shot me a wink and I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from giggling out loud.
“Yes. I did fix things up with the DEA. I’ve got us a way out of this. Just trust me, all right? I got this. Uh huh. Yep. I don’t give a shit what you tell Dean, honestly. Just make sure his hands aren’t in this one, all right?”
My eyebrows hiked up even further. He told someone not to inform their President of something?
That wasn’t good.
Colt hung up the phone before he turned to face me. He reached over and took my hand, smoothing his thumb over the top of it. Just that small touch puckered my nipples right before his very eyes, and I watched his gaze drift. A cheeky little grin crossed his cheeks before his eyes pulled back up to mine, then he tugged my arm and I found myself in his lap. Straddling his pelvis.
Kissing his lips.
“All right, beautiful. This is where we gotta make our leave,” Colt said.
“Just one more kiss?” I asked.
I captured his lips, feeling his tongue run along the seam of my mouth.
“Mmm, maybe one more,” he said.
I parted my lips and allowed his tongue entrance into my mouth. My head fell off to the side. My hands cupped his cheeks as I rose up onto my knees. I felt his cock growing again. Just one more quickie. One more moment with him before we had to go back to playing our relationship off as if it meant nothing.
If we were really in some sort of relationship.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Colt murmured.
I felt his hands against my shoulders as he slowly pushed me away.
“Fucking hell, woman. You’ll be the death of me,” he breathed.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I settled down into his lap.
“I have to go. Things have been set up with Diego and the Blood Thugs. But, there has to be an electronic trail of some sort. I told Duke I’d call you, so that’s what I’ll do with the details when I get there.”
“Colt—.”
“If they know we’re together like this, all hell’s gonna break loose. We’ve got a tech guy on our team, Jace, that’s not a fucking joke. If, for some reason, he wants to start checking things out and shit like that and he finds that I’m communicating with you without placing phone calls? It’s gonna be bad for everyone involved. I’ll call you or text you with the details. I promise, Liv.”
I grinned at the nickname.
“Okay. I’m trusting you, Colt. If you can get us Diego—.”
His hand fisted my hair and he crashed my lips back down onto his.
“I made you a promise, and I never falter on promises. So long as you don’t falter on yours,” he murmured.
“Then, let’s get you dressed and out of here,” I said, giggling.
“After one more kiss,” he said, grinning.
Oh, how I adored his kisses.