“For what?”
“Crushing you.” He grunts as he rolls us to the side.
“I like it,” I tell him, cuddling closer. “It makes me feel safe.”
He was tracing the letters of his last name—the M, the a, the d—but my words have him freezing.
“What?” I ask, rolling over to face him.
Lips on my forehead, fingers stroking over my cheek, brown eyes blazing into mine. “There was a time I would have given anything to hear you say that.”
My heart.
God, it can’t take the sweetness of this man.
“I love you,” I murmur.
“I love?—”
A knock at the door interrupts him.
“Um…” I whisper.
“Yeah?” he calls.
There’s a pause before Blake’s voice echoes through the door, “if you’re, uh, finished?—”
I groan, bury my face in Colt’s chest.
“—there’s someone here who wants to talk to you.”
Forty
Colt
I get rid of the condom and throw on pants and a shirt, the level of noise coming down the hall telling me this is going to be a nightmare.
It’s after two.
I’m exhausted.
I just had the best orgasm of my life after a game where we absolutely trounced the Gold and did it scoring two goals and getting an assist on a third, and all of that was with my brother and Kylie in the stands.
Fucking perfect.
And now…
This shit.
“Hey, maybe you should take a breath?” Kylie says as I reach for the door handle.
She’s pulled on pajamas and one of my sweatshirts, the material absolutely dwarfing her.
And I know she’s concerned, know she needs me to be calm.
But fuck, I can hear my mother’s voice.
“She hasn’t even seen my house before right now,” I say, resting my forehead on the door. “And if I’m being honest, she didn’t bother to see my two previous houses.”
