All in all, Hound was the least annoying coworker I’d ever had, except for Travis. Plus, I had the sunshine on my face. I smiled when it occurred to me that I would be home just after Colton normally got out of work, assuming I played my cards right. The guy in the Corvette coughed up eleven grand of the thirty he owed King, and Hound counted out $1,100 right there and handed it to me. My mouth fell open, and I only closed it when a gnat flew in there and I had to spit it out.
“You did most of the work,” I said, voice strangled. “This can’t be right.”
Hound tilted his chin at me. “You were here. Don’t turn down a payday, this might be all we see this week.” He punched my arm. “I’ll get the rest back to King.”
“Wait. Does this mean we’ll split like… a hundred thousand dollars for that guy who owes King all that money?” My jaw hurt from gritting my teeth so hard while I waited for an answer. My heart pounded. That couldn’t be right.
Hound smirked. “Why do you think King slaps all that interest on there? Collection fees. King makes his extra cut, some goes to the club, and we make our cut. We’re taking all the on-the-ground risks. Keep that in mind.” He gave me a small wave as he got on his bike. “You don’t want to do this forever. I won’t.”
Nodding, I slipped the money into my pocket and realized I had a new problem: I wouldn’t be getting a paycheck anymore. I pondered that conundrum—the one of how to live my life on nothing but cash—as I got back onto the bike and pointed her toward my apartment. Well, we always had Colton’s job.
When I walked into the apartment it was dark. Colton wasn’t up making noise, but he also wasn’t on the floor in front of the couch, either. My heart was soaring as I slipped off my boots. I felt on top of the world for the first time in a long while, and it took everything I had in me not to whistle as I checked the bathroom, then the bedroom. I had money in my pocket and a sexy bear in my bed. He was under a sheet and the bucket was on the floor beside him, but there was also a bottle of water on the nightstand. He must have recovered a little.
Grinning to myself, I eyed up the curve of his muscled ass under the fabric and dropped my jacket to the floor. Next I tossed my shirt. My pants went sailing as I kicked them off. I ditched my socks and boxers. My dick was already throbbing and trying to get to Colton all on its own by the time I stopped next to the bed. Warm tingles raced along my shaft and swirled in my groin as I stroked myself. I rocked my hips against the snug grip of my fingers and let my mind wander to how hot he’d felt inside for those few amazing moments I’d been in him.Fuck, I want it.
“Colton,” I whispered.
He groaned, eyes still closed. “Whatcha need, Fish?” he asked, voice a gravelly mess.
“Your ass,” I said, feeling brave.
He frowned, and I chuckled when he opened his eyes and let out an approving hum as he perused up my body, then back to my fist. I worked myself faster and let out a long, shaky breath before I stopped because I was already close. I’d been worked up since last night, and after the excitement today….
“Are you ready for me?” I held my breath.
The fuck-me grin he gave me was a huge relief, and when he rolled to his back and lifted the blanket, inviting me in with him, I growled and pounced. He wrapped his thick arms around me, and we kissed, but it was more a battle of our mouths than anything. He let out an excited grunt and slid his hands down my body to grasp my asscheeks and pull me close. I whined as my dick rubbed up against his fat hard-on, and I rolled my hips as I humped against him and fumbled blindly for the lube.
Turning my head, I ripped my mouth from his. “I’m doing this my way this time.”
He scowled but nodded. “I know I fucked it up last time.”
“Nah,” I said, and felt my heart swell as he gave me another smaller kiss that was almost sweet. He ruined the moment by digging his teeth into my bottom lip, but that small burst of pain sent a warm stab of need blazing through my stomach, so I didn’t care. We fucked against each other for a while, something I loved with him. As brutal as he could be, Colton was a good kisser. He swirled his tongue with mine in a way that had my cockhead throbbing and my hips jerking, without me necessarily wanting to rush in order to get more of that sweet friction.
When I felt too close to blowing my load, I leaned back. “Spread your legs, unless you changed your mind?”
“I’m good,” he said gruffly, and I checked to see if he was bullshitting me, but he didn’t have that same overly secure attitude he’d had going on last time we’d done this. He wasn’t exactly acting like he was worried, but he kept looking at me as if he was checking to make sure I knew what I was doing. To reassure him without words, which might piss him off despite what he’d said, I kissed across the tattoo on his upper bicep—a swirl of stylized waves.
“You know, I’ve been fucked a lot,” I said, squirting out a large dollop of lube onto my fingers. “Like, a lot. You love doing it to me.”
He sighed. “I know. What’s your fucking point?” He narrowed his eyes, and I laughed as I slid my hand down between his legs. I used one hand to stroke his thick dick and went onto my knees and inched back to give myself room.
“I know what feels good,” I said quietly, and was happy to see some of his cockiness soften from his expression. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Fuck, Fish, don’t be a pussy.” He winked at me to let me know he was kidding, sort of, but I also knew not to push it with him. I took my time teasing his hole. It was easy to see him fighting with himself, struggling not to bark and snarl and tell me what to do. I waited until he relaxed enough for me to ease inside his heat. My dick ached in a good way, and hot precum dripped from my slit and wound a tantalizing trail along my shaft I couldn’t ignore as I carefully fingered him. My mind shut down. All I could think about was getting my dick in him to replace my finger. I slid a second finger in beside the first one, which was no problem compared to last time.
“You’re taking forever,” he grumbled, jaw hardening.
“Oh yeah?” I murmured and twisted my hand to press my fingertips against his prostate. His eyebrows shot up. A small furrow formed on his brow, and I was happy to see his monster dick jerk against his stomach.
“Like it? Some people don’t, I guess. I was reading stuff so I could hopefully make you comfortable.”
“Fish, I don’t—”
I curled my fingers and put more pressure on the spot this time, and he grunted, nodding.
“Your Loch Ness monster likes it,” I said, going for a joke as I stroked over that sensitive spot in his ass and watched his dick bounce again. Those muscles flexing and moving his hard-on drove me wild and had a heaviness settling into my dick, one that felt like I was already on the verge of losing control.
“I didn’t expect to like it,” Colton said, closing his eyes and relaxing back with a groan.
