He sighs heavily. “She was aware, Colt. It wasn’t like he had it hidden in the house.”
Nate is lucky that she killed him. I would have made it very slow and very painful.
He goes on at my silence, “I’m guessing he was going to send it to you. You know, since all of this started with your sex tape.”
My teeth grind at the fact I did this to her. Every little fucking thing I’ve done because I was a jealous little bitch led to this very second. I’d give my life if I could take it all away for her. If I had just chased her down after my call with Mitch. I could have prevented all of this. “Did you watch it?” I clear my throat.
He nods, and his eyes soften. “Yeah.” They look over to my closed bathroom door and then back to mine. “She put up one hell of a fight.” Running his hand through his hair awkwardly, he adds, “It’s fucked up, I know. But if it were me, I’d want to know.” Slapping the doorway, he takes a step back into the hall. “I broke into it and removed the code access needed.”
“We’ll go through it tomorrow. No telling what else is on here,” I grind out. We need to find out who that truck belongs to. They’re going to question where it went and why Nate hasn’t returned it.
“I didn’t go through it, but I did check his last incoming message. Mike had texted him.”
“And?”
“He was turning around and heading back. Told Nate that he was all in and they could take Raylee to his parents’ cabin. It’s like an hour away, and they could play with her as long as they wanted. No one would think twice to look for her there.”
He’s wrong. I would have found her. The question is how long would I have waited to look for her?
“I think him walking in on Nate dead scared him. He thought he could call you and get away with it. Especially after what he told us earlier. He thought she was unconscious, so he never expected her to tell us the truth.”
Over my dead body will he get away with this. “Thanks again.”
He nods and then walks away.
I hear the bathroom door open, and I quickly open the top drawer to my dresser and stick the phone under my boxers, so she won’t find it. I’ll watch it later after she’s asleep. Turning around, I see her standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
She’s got scratch marks up and down her calves and stitches in her face. A part of the bruise from the seat belt is noticeable, the rest of it is currently hidden by the towel that’s wrapped underneath her arms. Her neck shows he tried to choke her. I’ve always been rough with our sex, but I’ve never made her look like I physically abuse her.
Pushing off the doorway, she drops the towel.She’s testing me.To see what I’ll do. If I’ll treat her different. I wasn’t lying to her. My feelings about her haven’t changed, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to tie her to my bed and beat her ass with my belt while I fuck her mouth. Her body needs time to recover. And who knows how she’ll react if I were to actually put my hands on her. Will she see me as Nate? Will she freeze up? Try to kill me? Either one is very possible.
She walks over to where I stand, and I allow her to remove the towel from my hips. Her eyes drop to my hard dick, and my teeth clench. Of course, I’m hard. I’m in love with this woman, and she’s standing in front of me naked.
“Colt,” she whispers my name. “Please?”
I look down at her. “I don’t think …”
My words trail off when she grabs my hands and places them on her large breasts. “I want you, Colt.” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she plants a soft kiss on my lips, and it takes everything in me not to return it.
I can’t hold back the groan when her tongue runs across my lips. My thumbs brush over her nipples on their own, feeling them harden with my touch.
Pulling back, I see the internal battle she’s fighting within herself. The want to not let Nate win and the fear that she’ll no longer be the same woman she was.
“I don’t want him to be the last man to touch me,” she whispers.
My chest tightens at her words. That I didn’t save her. How can she ever trust me again? I’m not going to hide anything from her ever again. If she wants to know something, all she has to do is ask. Hell, she knows I kill for a living now and is still here with me.
“Please, Colt?” Her bottom lip trembles at my silence. “Remind me that I’m yours.”
Gently cupping her face, I bend down and take her lips with mine. She opens up for me, and I taste the tears she cried while in the bathtub. I hate that they make my cock twitch.
I didn’t realize that she was training me while I was training her all these years. What she needs is what I need. It’s why every other woman hasn’t been able to compare to her.
Pulling away, I lay my forehead on hers, taking in a deep breath. I jump when I feel her hand wrap around my dick. She runs it up and down my long shaft. “Princess,” I whisper, trying to fight the urge to pick her up by her ass and throw her onto my bed.
“Please,” she begs, gripping me tighter. “Please, Colt.” Her voice trembles.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Even as I say the words, my hands come up and tangle in her wet hair, pulling her head back gently so I can look down into her eyes.
