“I should leave you like this,” he says, pulling back to look me in my eyes. “Needy, and desperate for more until you figure out what it is that you feel for me.”
My heart sinks, because Idon’twant that. I want him to leave me with comfort. Not the kind of desperation that’ll have me hitch hiking to Bluewater Bluffs to chase after an orgasm.
”But I can’t do that to you,” he continues, unbuttoning and zipping down his pants so that his cock springs free. “I want you to feel good before I go.”
He slides into me, rougher than usual, and a strangled moan escapes from my lips.
”While I’m gone,” he grunts. “I want you to think long and hard about what it is you want from me.”
“Okay,” I whimper, gripping onto the back of his neck for balance as he slams into me repeatedly. “I will.”
“And be honest with yourself. Don’t go convincing that head of yours that you’re confused. And don’t deny the truth of how you feel.”
“I-I’ll be honest,” I gasp, the mounting orgasm from earlier returning with a vengeance.
”And ask yourself if you really think anyone else can make you as happy as I do,” he says, his own voice starting to shake. “And if you really think anyone can make you feel this good.”
I throw my head back as the orgasm crashes into me in waves, and Colton covers my mouth just as I begin to moan loudly.
“Ahh, fuck,” he growls, pounding into me faster and harder as he tips over the edge alongside me.
Someone knocks on the restroom door as we ride out the orgasm together, but we completely ignore them until they give up. We’re left breathless, gasping for air with our foreheads pressed together, and when the knocking starts again coupled with desperate turns of the door handle, Colton slides out of me and tucks himself back into his pants.
He pushes open a stall, and grabs a handful of toilet paper before walking back over to me and cleaning up the cum that’s seeping out of me and running down my thighs. He’s being so gentle, so caring, and another wave of emotions surge through me until I find myself sniffling back tears.
”Think about me while I’m gone,” he murmurs, not looking up as he continues cleaning. “And ask yourself if you can live without me. That should clear up any of your confusion.”
Colton tosses the toilet paper into the trash can, and helps me onto my feet, fixing my skirt back into place before he takes my hand and leads me out of the restroom. There’s a line of angry women when we open the door, but one look at Colton and my messed up hair causes them to smirk knowingly.
My face burns hot as I wonder if any of them heard me, and I force myself to look away for my own sanity. He leads me all the way back to my table, and I’m surprised to find Zale still sitting in the booth, arms crossed with an annoyed expression.
Colton completely ignores him as he lifts my chin and looks into my eyes.
“I’m going to leave for the ranch now," he says. “And unfortunately this is where my love coaching has to end, darlin’. I’m not going to help another guy win you over if there’s even a tiny chance you might have feelings for me too.”
“Promise you’ll come back?” I whisper, my lip beginning to quiver.
He smirks before kissing my forehead. “I promise,” he says. “One week is the longest I’ll be gone for.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll be waiting.”
He turns to Zale, the smile dropping off his face. “Bring her back to the house safely," he says. “And apologize for all the bullshit you said to her before you lose a real friend, dumbass.”
Zale stares at him stunned, nodding ever so slightly. Colton gives me a short peck on the forehead and walks out of the restaurant to his car. Even though I know he’ll be back, it still hurts to watch him go.
“You really like him, huh?”
I look away from the entrance and toward Zale, who's been watching this whole time with his chin resting on his palm.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
One side of his mouth quirks up into a smile. “Yeah you do,” he replies before taking out his wallet and tossing down cash to cover our meals. “Let’s get out of here.”
We leave the restaurant and head to the company van that we drove to get here, seeing as neither of us has a car, but he doesn’t start the engine when we get inside.
”I’m really sorry for the way I spoke to you and the names I called you in there,” he says, staring at the steering wheel with a disappointed expression. “I have an ego problem, clearly, and getting dumped by Alessia and then having you move on from the crush you had on me…it hit my pride and I lashed out.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, playing with my fingers on my lap. “I know I’m not naive or stupid.”
