At Whit's End (Wells Ranch, #4)(93)

“Don’t you fucking dare come before I do.” I bear down on him, suddenly wanting the challenge. The idea that he’s already close creates sparks in my core.

I fight to put my legs down, and he reluctantly relinquishes control over the tender skin of my thighs and ass. His dick slips from my warmth, leaving me unbearably empty. His cock’s coated in my arousal and dripping pre-cum onto the floor when I take his hand and lead him into the kitchen.

“I need you to do something for me….”

He squints at me, chest heaving. “Anything.”

The heels of my hands press to the counter’s edge, and I pop my ass up on it. The quartz chills me to the bone, and Colt watches in complete adoration as my breasts jiggle with a shiver that skitters down my spine.

In the pocket of the pants I left abandoned in the middle of my entryway, my phone rings.

“Do you need—”

“No,” I pant. “I need you to make me come so hard that it’s all I can think about for the rest of the day.”

His lips part with a sharp inhale, and he steps in to trap my ankles with a rough grip. There’s something dark and stormy in his eyes when he shoves my legs wide open, leaving me splayed for him on the kitchen counter. He delicately slips his fingers through my wetness, circling around my clit while stroking the length of his cock with his other hand.

The obnoxious ringtone echoes through the small space, and I groan. “If they’re calling multiple times, it might be an emergency.”

Colt grips my thighs, firmly keeping me in place. “I’ll grab it, hang on.”

He strides, naked and muscular and sexy as hell, across the room. His ass—which is painted with angry red claw marks and deep crescent moon indents—bounces with every step, and his skin dips and rolls over the flexing of his muscles. He’s so perfect, and I’m so not…and somehow he’s here, wanting me so badly his cock’s stiffer than a board.

“It’s…uh…” Something flashes on his face when he slips the loud device from my pants and glances at the screen. His jaw ticks, and his walk back is determined. “Answer it.”

It’s Alex. Because of course it is. I bet he was counting down to my lunch break so he could argue with me again.

“No.” I shake my head, rejecting the call and slamming the phone down on the counter. “He was being a complete asshole to me this morning, and I don’t want to deal with it. Especially right now.”

The force of my phone’s vibrations has it nearly jittering right off the counter. Not that I would even mind, so long as it smashed into smithereens. I can’t believe this motherfucker is ruining my perfect, hot-as-sin lunch break.

Colt picks up the phone and thrusts it toward me. “Answer it and deal with him, or I will. He doesn’t get to treat my girl like that.”

My heart races—both at the casual use of my girl and at his sudden, gruff protectiveness.

“Fine. But you need to keep pleasing your girl.” Scooching back, I pull my knees toward my chest, then skid my heels along the counter until they’re as far apart as I can manage. “Give me a reward for telling him off.”

“Shit. You’re fucking perfect, honey.” He steps in, nudging my arm to encourage me to answer the call. “You tell that baby daddy of yours who the real man of the house is.”

With a gulp, my finger trembles over the green button, giving it the lightest brush.

“Alex.” I steel my face, fighting the waver in my voice. “What do you want?”

“You hung up on me in the middle of a discussion.”

“That wasn’t a—” I grit my teeth, letting my eyes shutter at the rough texture of Colt’s hand cupping my pussy. He grips it like he owns it, dragging his middle finger up my slit. “It wasn’t a discussion. There’s nothing to discuss.”

“I want to bring my son to the fair. Why is that such a problem for you?”

My neck snaps back, and the tips of my hair swish over my spine. A moan taunts me, creeping up my throat with the gentle swirling of Colt’s fingers over my clit. When I glance at him, he nods, mouthing good girl.

“I-I…” Fuck, I regret my decision. My hips lift slightly to meet his touch. “I already told you. You don’t get to waltz in and play fun dad whenever you want.”

Colt plunges two fingers deep inside me, a smirk cropping up on his lips as his free hand springs to grab my ankle just before my foot slips off the counter’s edge.

“He’d rather go with some dumb friend he sees every day at school?” Alex scoffs. “I doubt it. I bet if he wanted to go with Colt, you’d be all over it.”

All over Colt? Absolutely.

“If he wanted to go with you, I’d be fine with that. He doesn’t. Fuck.” Oops. That last word wasn’t for Alex. Colt’s suddenly bent over, flicking his tongue on my sensitive clit, and I’m ready for this phone call to be over. “I’ve gotta go.”

Colt stops, looking up at me with a firm shake of his head and silently mouthing with an exaggerated flourish: tell him off.

“This is still about him running away to my house, isn’t it? You’re pissed off at me and you’re punishing me because of it.”

“It’s his choice and you need to respect that. Remember?” I throw his words back in his face.