If love can break as easily as their marriage, I swore to myself I’d never want it.
For five years, no woman has slept in my bed. I’ve always used a condom, and my lips were either sucking on their nipples or attached to their clit. If she said words that were too intimate during sex, I would shove something in her mouth or shut her up by using my cock—resorting to bondage when they get too handsy. Their touch and nails grating against me resembled ants swarming over every inch of exposed skin.
It’s been easy. Keeping up with the repetitive cycle and not breaking it once.
Until Little Ghost came along, and I gave her the power to fuck with my head.
Kissing her shouldn’t have happened.
And now she has made my principles short-circuit, and it’s only a matter of time until…
A hammering sound echoes through the night, mingling with the soft hum of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl somewhere tucked away in the dark orchard.
The banging continues, hardening my muscles.
What the hell is that?
The sound holds me in place, but suddenly, everything is eerily silent. My heart strikes violently against my ribs, and when the sound drifts through the night again, my feet move of their own accord across the gravel driveway.
Rocks crunch under my shoes, my skin prickling with irritation every time thethump, thump, thumphits my eardrums.
When I round the driveway, and my sidewalk comes into view, my heated blood solidifies into sharp icicles that scrape against my veins.
Taryn stands on my porch, the silver light from the moon highlighting her toned legs in those tiny shorts and the apples of her ass. I keep my steps quiet, holding my breath as I amble down the sidewalk toward her.
Turn around, Colten. Turn the fuck around.
“You better open this goddamn door, Colten,” she whisper-yells.
I don’t know why she’s keeping her voice so low when her banging is loud enough to be heard by the nearest neighbor a few miles away.
Her eyes are locked on the door, so I slip onto the covered porch behind her. Leaning against the beam, I tuck my hands into my pockets.
I clear my throat, announcing my arrival, making her straighten into a statue. “The way you knock on doors is very unpleasant. I think you need to work on your approachability.”
She outwardly cringes at my voice. Spinning around, Taryn clutches her hand to her chest. Between her fingers, I notice hot pink material. I eye it deviously, knowing exactly what it is.
“I’ve been knocking for several minutes! I thought you were in there.”
I shrug. “Needed a walk.”
She clenches her jaw, avoiding my gaze. My eyes fall to her hard nipples poking through her white tank top in the chilly night air.
I can’t catch a fucking break with this woman.
My head tilts. “I thought I told you to go to bed.”
Her chestnut eyes roll. “That was before you kissed me. Asshole,” she mutters through clenched teeth. “You have some nerve walking away from me.”
“You’ve run away from me several times, Little Ghost. Do you really want to play that game?” She swallows, staying silent. Raising a brow, I stalk forward. “I’m guessing you didn’t like the gift.”
She pauses, unclenching her fist to reveal the pink panties I gave her. God, she would look so beautiful in those with my cum leaking out of her and into the lace material.
Not helping the situation, Colt.
I want to know why she’s here. She’s standing before me like a fawn ready to be devoured, breathing heavily with her cheeks and chest flushed a similar hue to the underwear.
All my doing.
