She caught enough grief over the years as the tomboy who snagged the town's pretty country boy. Colt didn't have much growing up, but once his body filled out, his voice deepened, and his dick grew, so did his following.
It was a reverse Cinderella story in the making when Lucky Steel's only daughter fell for him, even advocating for him to work at the mechanic shop. Although his cheating ways led to their breakup, she'd protected him. She never told Lucky or Creed, but only because, at one point, they were best friends long before lovers.
"Star, baby? Please."
Air escaped her mouth before she lifted the latch and slid the window open. With excitement, Colt quickly crawled through. She stood there, frustrated with crossed arms, mostly with her heart that leaped at the sight and smell of him.
Colt had smoked on his way. His forest-like musk scent blended nicely with the potent earthy plant she sometimes indulged in. He stood, gazing at her with his hooded, dark-chocolate orbs that complemented his peanut butter skin. His tongue slid across his lower, thick lip, causing her pussy to jump. Luckily for her, he'd have to do more than bring doggie treats to get back in her good graces.
"What do you want, Colt? We just saw each other at the shop a few hours ago."
"Seriously, Star. You're busting my balls, and I've been on my best behavior."
"Such as?"
"Meaning, I haven't fucked another girl in months," he replied like the idiot he was. Star's eyes narrowed when he gripped her waist, pulling her in. "You shut me out, remember? What was I supposed to do?”
"Oh, so we had a spat because you're cheating, and then you keep cheating because we had a spat?"
"Ugh, so fucking frustrating. You confuse me, Star."
"I guess that means when we're so-called off, I can have sex too with other men," she suggested, and he growled. "Exactly."
"I didn't come to fight. I came bearing Scooby snacks for Chevy." He held up the bag again when Chevy repeatedly barked, eager to rip the goodies out of his hand. "Then I have this for you."
Colt reached inside the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a second bag. It was Misses Smith's infamous peppermints that came in all colors and flavors.
"Your favorite. You don't want them?"
Chevy barked, growing anxious. He'd practically begged the two of them to get over themselves when he leaped up, placing his paws on Colt's chest.
"Aye, boy. I got you. Tell your mama to quit with all her bullshit."
Chevy looked at her and barked, causing Colt to chuckle.
"Great, now Chevy's turning on me. Go figure." It didn't surprise her because she'd learned a long time ago that a man's best friend was indeed a dog —her dog.
"I knew you'd be happy to see me, even if she wasn't," he spoke as Star smirked. "Here you go."
Colt then tossed a steak-flavored milk bone across the bedroom, and off Chevy went.
"Bribing a dog to get in my bedroom is definitely a desperate act, even for you." She rolled her eyes before securing her window. "You know, one day, someone is going to think I enjoy being taken advantage of by shooting you in the ass."
"Pfft, like that shit would ever happen. The fuck would come in here besides me, Star? You really want me to fuck someone up about you." Colt tucked his lips, taking in her thick thighs that her cotton pajama shorts barely covered. "And what's up with the pajamas? Pussy sitting up just right."
"Move." She shoved him and sat on her bed. "I was preparing for bed. Lucky and Creed stepped out, so it's me and Chevy."
"I see, but we all wanted to hang out, go for a ride up to the lake. Thought you heard when Cassie and Reggie mentioned it today at the shop."
She wished she were up for it because Chevy loved water. He'd sit by the lake under the moon and relax, but in the daytime, he'd be the first to jump in.
"Like you said, they mentioned it in my presence. That's not exactly an invite."
She was already upset with Lucky and Creed, stewing in her feelings when they still hadn't returned, especially because she knew they weren't at Jake's playing bingo or cards.
"That's because you always say no, Star. Come on, it's Friday. We have a cooler full of beer. Cassie and the girls already have the hot dogs and burgers to toss on the grill. Figured you'd want to unwind, do something besides drool over Harry Potter," he jested, taking a seat on the edge of the bed when Chevy approached him.
"Oh, here you go."
