He laughs at my attempt and places his palm on my chest, pressing my body back down. The other hand slithers below my tank top, pushing the material up my abdomen. He cups a breast, my heart thumping when he moves to the other, pinching a nipple, and my back arches at the pleasure I get from the pain.
His eyes lock onto my dripping core. “God, this cunt is perfect, wet, and ready for me to take whatever I want; however, I want.”
He keeps one hand switching between my breasts while the other lowers to my pussy. He swipes a finger through my center, spreading my arousal around as he presses his thumb to my clit. Colten’s movements are precise—so mind-bending that my nails are digging into the passenger seat hard enough that I wonder if they’ll pierce through the leather.
I lift my head to watch him, and the moment he meets my eye, his head tips down, his hot breath fanning over my pussy. He grins against me before gliding his tongue up and down my seam, controlling his movements like an oral mastermind. He holds my gaze, and I moan when the tip of his tongue flicks my clit, stirring the warmth in my belly. By the way his eyes scan my face, I can tell he enjoys watching me watch him. Warmth floods through my body, melting me into the seat.
He straightens and slaps my pussy, making me screech through the panties in my mouth. “Do you think you’ll like coming on my fingers more than yours?”
His words pour over my blistering skin like lava, searing me to the bone. My already muddled breathing from running is turning into pants with every erotic and filthy sentence emerging from his mouth.
Holding up his middle and ring finger like I did last night, he spits on my core and shoves them into my wet pussy with his palm facing upward. He immediately finds the spot that has my body shaking beneath him and my eyes rolling back into my head. I moan, hearing the wet sounds that his fingers and my pussy are making.
His head falls back down, his tongue magically overworking that other spot that has specks of white dotting my vision. All three sensations of his fingers thrusting in and out, and mypanties rubbing against my tongue while his flicks up and down, licking and sucking, have my vision blurring and tears gathering in the corners of my eyes from how good it feels to be touched.
Colten glances back up at me. While one of his hands works inside of me, the other reaches for the panties in my mouth, pulling them out. He tosses them to the back seat.
“Did my brothers make you feel this good?” he asks seriously, the pace of his talented fingers starting to make the corners of my vision blacken.
“No,” I breathe, nearing the crest of my orgasm. “Oh, shit. Colten—”
He pulls his fingers out and stares at my core. “Your cunt is so pretty when it’s flushed and begging for more than just my fingers.”
The longer he stands there, the more it fades, and fades, until my heart plummets, wanting more. But I know he won’t give it to me.
His whistle slices through the air, making me jump. “Let’s go, Rossco,” he yells, walking around the front of the truck to the driver’s seat.
I sit up, my body sore and aching from the position he had me in, and I pull my shorts up. He opens the back door, letting Rossco climb in before he situates himself in the seat next to me.
I reach for my seat belt angrily and secure the buckle. “You’re an asshole.”
The only response I get from him for the entire ride back to the house is his vexing smirk. I’m thankful the silence ends when he pulls around the roundabout, and we both hop out, heading into the house. But I’m marching straight to the bathroom on the bottom floor near the kitchen.
I need to get out of here.
Not because of Cameron and Brennan.
Not because of Jess.
Not because of those two sweet little faces in that kitchen with me this morning.
It’s because ofhim. Colten fucking Lindenvale.
“Miss Taryn!” I don’t even bother to stop and speak to Elena as she runs toward me from the living room.
Parading straight past her, I walk toward the back entryway but take a left into the bathroom and slam the door. The sound and vibration shake the whole bottom floor.
If Jess isn’t awake, she probably is now.
I turn and press my back against the door, sliding down it with my knees propped up, and release the tears I haven’t managed to cry since I got here.
I sob into my arms, feeling completely helpless and trapped, but between my sobs, I hear a sweet little voice on the other side of the door in the foyer—loud enough that I can understand them.
“You made her mad,” Elena says, I’m guessing to Colten.
Colten says nothing.
“She’s going to leave,” Elena shouts. “I like her, but you had to spank her and make her sad!”
