“Oh baby girl, you did.” I bring her wrist to my mouth, trailing kisses along her skin, up to her fingertips as Ilay back. “You made me so proud. You deserve a reward.” With her chest heaving, she starts to shimmy herself out of her dress, but I use my free hand to stop her. “Leave the silk on.”
I grab onto her hips and jerk her forward until her thighs rest on either side of my head, the silk of her dress falling over me, and I bring my mouth to the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, trailing gentle kisses that make her shiver.
“Colt…” My name is no more than a whisper on her lips.
Wrapping a hand over each of her thighs, I dive in, meeting her perfect pussy with my tongue in broad, teasing strokes. I hold steady rhythm until I feel her rock against my face and hear her breathing start to pick up, telling me it’s time to use the surprise that I brought for her.
Still working my tongue, now faster, I reach into my pocket and pull out that damn bullet she’s been teasing me with for the past week, clicking it on until I feel a strong vibration in my hand. I don’t think she even notices that I have it until I bring my hand back over her thigh and rest it gently on her clit.
“Oh god,” she pants, and her thighs squeeze my head while I use the bullet to trace small circles.
God, I wish I could see her face right now.
I use my tongue to dive inside of her and she buckles, falling forward just far enough that I’m almost certain she’s using the headboard behind us to hold herself up as her hips roll against my face with a long moan.
“Ohh, I love you, I love you,” she whines.
I spell the words back to her in cursive with my tongue.
A hand grabs onto the top of my head, pulling at my hair, and I nuzzle into her pussy, pressing the vibrator more firmly against her clit, and feel her body tense, shuddering as she cries out my name while she comes.
I can’t believe something this perfect is actually mine.
I’m going to give this woman the world.
THIRTY-EIGHT
Rowan
Standing in front of the mirror inour room, I pull out my little book of manifestations and read aloud to myself.
“I am achieving my dreams,” I say, giving myself a nod. “I release my past and am ready to hold love. My thoughts are positive and uplifting.” I smile at the woman staring back at me, feeling proud of her for the first time in a very long time.
Colt’s warm body presses against my back as he snakes his arms around my waist and plants a kiss at the top of my head.
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” I tell him, picking up my water bottle and scanning over the message.‘I am optimistic because today is a new day.’
Boy, is it ever.
There’s a nervous excitement buzzing through me as we step out of Colt’s car, together, and walk into the office, together. It’s a healthy kind of nervous, one that feels good, but I still fight off the urge to turn tail and run out of the building to make my own entrance a few minutes after him.
Shoving down the nerves to let excitement ride as the dominant emotion, I lace my fingers in his and straighten myspine, walking tall and confidently next to him as we stride into the office together. One or two people in the main hallway look at us a little sideways, their faces twisting, but otherwise, no one has anything negative to say – at least not yet.
Nearing the desk toward the rear of the office, Mariah catches sight of us and looks at me, her eyebrows shooting up toward her hairline, and holds a firm thumbs up tight at her side, mouthing, ‘get it, girl.’ I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot. The friend count is firmly sitting at one point five – I can deal with that.
As we settle into Colt’s office, I drop my things like I always do, and shake out my nerves, shimming my arms out at my sides.
“Whoo!” I trill.
“You did great, baby,” Colt laughs and wraps his arms around me. He kisses my head then walks over to his desk and drops into his chair. “Now, would it be weird for me to—”
“Black, two shots, one sugar. I got it,” I finish his thought with a smile on my face.
I turn to leave the room and practically crash into Mr. Davis on my way out, but he catches me by the shoulders and holds me at a half arm’s length. “Whoa, where’s the fire?” He asks.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Davis. I didn’t hear you coming,” I tell him.
