He turned me around and propped me on the sink, grabbing a warm washcloth to clean me up.
“You’re wiping it away?” I asked. “Not pushing it in?”
With a devilish grin, Colton gathered his release in his fingers, then slid them inside me. “You dirty girl.”
I shrugged. “How else am I supposed to have quadruplets?”
Colt’s eyes flashed up to mine before returning to watching his hands on me. “It’s a good thing you’re into spanking now.”
“Why?” I asked.
He kissed under my ear, then gritted out his next words. “Because now I can punish you when you’re bad.”
His palm cracked against my ass and I squealed. He chased me into the bedroom, where we had an intense race of him trying to catch me to pin me down and spank me. I hadn’t laughed that hard in far, far too long, kicking my feet and squealing when he finally delivered the promised spanks.
When Colt and I settled back into his bed to go to sleep, I gasped. “Those Frosties are totally melted now.”
Colton wound himself around me. “Know what, baby? I’ll buy you a replacement every day as long as we live.”
“That is so sweet, and romantic, and completely on brand for you, but also can you go get the burgers? I’m starving.”
“Fine.” With an exaggerated huff, Colton rolled out of bed to get our abandoned bag of food, the tattoo of which I watched on his butt cheek as he walked away.
A picture he got for me.
FORTY-SEVEN
COLTON
NOVEMBER | COLUMBUS, OHIO AND DALLAS, TEXAS
I joltedawake to my phone buzzing on my nightstand. 9:36. Overslept a bit. Oops. Violet was unaffected by my startling and the phone buzzing, her sleeping form just chasing after my body in the bed.
Violet was here. In my bed. My real, actual girlfriend. And shelovedme.
COACH flashed on the screen. Reality check.
“Hello?”
“Morning. I’ve got good news.”
“Alright?”
“Player safety reviewed the play, and they determined the injury was unintentional.”
I froze. “Wait. Seriously?”
“You got lucky on this one, Jones. It helped that he was your former teammate.”
Oh, the irony. If he hadn’t been my former teammate, or anyone in my life, I wouldn’t have been trying to hit him.
“So, nothing? No consequences?”
He guffawed. “I wouldn’t read what Dallas’s fans have to say after this goes public, but for now, yes. No consequences.”
“Okay. Wow. Uh. Thanks for letting me know.”
Coach didn’t hang up right away, which felt weird. “How’s your girl?”
