I wasn’t escaping.
I was blowing off steam.
But somehow, I still find myself draped over Colten’s shoulder like I’m the sweat rag he’s using after a workout at the gym. His muscles flex under my frame, and my eyes roll.What it must be like to be that gym towel skating over his body.
Rossco is in the distance, rolling contently in the grass shaded by trees on the side of the road. His black body continues shrinking in size as Colten marches me to his truck to take me back to the house.
I squirm, resulting in his palm smacking my ass again. The sting tightens every muscle in his firm hold. A whimper escapes my lips.
We reach the truck, and he flings the door open and effortlessly tosses me into the passenger seat. The center console digs into my back, and my legs hang off the seat out the door.
“Ready for your punishment, Little Ghost?”
“Colten, I was just on a run! I swear,” I squeal, my heart bashing against my ribs so violently I’m afraid they are going to explode.
He tsks. “Maybe so. But you’ve broken some of the other rules, too.” I tilt my head, not understanding. What did I do?“You left Elena and Tristan alone.”
“Jess is there!”
“She’s still asleep, Taryn,” Colten responds.
My eyes pierce his. “Semantics. You can’t tell me she gets up with them every morning when they wake up. You’re just digging for reasons to punish me!” My clit throbs at the thought.
He smirks, making him appear like a dark god. “Do you remember what I said that day in the office when you used that tone with me?”
Yes. I don’t have to think about it because I’ve thought about it more than I want to.
“Do you want me to pull down my panties so you can drug test me, sir?”
“If you speak to me like that again, I’ll bend you over this desk, rip them off, and shove them in your hot little mouth as punishment for using a tone like that with me.”
Oh, God.
I shouldn’t want him to touch me, but my limbs are vibrating with the need to feel his hands on me. He reaches for the band of my shorts and tugs them down, his eyes falling to the red lacey thong I’m wearing. His jaw flexes, and I know he sees the spot on my underwear that shows him the reaction I have to his presence.
He places his palms on the seat and leans over me, holding my eyes captive. “I keep my promises.”
Drifting his hands up my thighs, my legs fall open spontaneously to give him better access. When Colten’s thumb contacts my clit, the slightest touch sends sparks bolting throughmy body. He moves in circular motions, the wet material on my sensitive bundle of nerves forcing me to lean against the center console. I grip the seat, my lashes fluttering at how talented his fingers are.
“Look how soaked you are.”
I inhale a sharp breath.
My panties rub and tighten against my skin painfully, and I don’t realize what’s happening until the sound of material tearing reaches my ears. Chills break out across my skin, and I sit up, my eyes magnetized to his heated ones. He holds up his hand, my torn underwear hanging from his index finger.
“Open wide,” he orders.
I swallow, letting my legs fall open wider.
His head tilts, unamused. “Open your mouth.”
Oh, shit.
I shake my head at the same time he nods. Inhaling a deep breath, I open my mouth, and he shoves the red material in with his fingers so my own arousal is sitting on my tongue.
Colten grips my thighs and tugs me to the very edge, granting himself easy access because of the lift he has on his truck. He adjusts the seat, sliding it forward. He rests one of my feet on the dash and slides the other between the wall and the headrest, spreading me completely open.
I try to speak to tell him I’ve never done anything like this before, but it comes out as gibberish through the underwear he stuffed in my mouth.
