With a whimper, she did. “Not in me—”
“’Course not,” he said softly. And she felt him slather the top of her p**sy, where she kept her mound bare and neat because she knew he liked it. “But I had to give this pretty little thing attention.”
And his mouth descended there, ravenously flicking against her mound, then sliding to her clit.
“Colt,” she cried out, and then her hands were on his head and she was pushing him there, grinding his face into her p**sy. His tongue rasped against her cl*t and she cried out when he gave it another long, slow, circling lick, then darted away to finish cleaning the frosting off of her mound. He licked his lips as if she tasted delicious, and then his mouth went to her cl*t again, sucking and lapping as if it was the sweetest treat yet. Her nails dug into his scalp, and a moment later, she felt the orgasm rip through her body. She moaned his name again, and his tongue flicked and flicked, bringing shockwave after shockwave rippling through her bucking hips. When the last ripple of pleasure tore through her, she lowered her hips—she’d been arching them off the counter to push them harder against his mouth, it’d seem—she gave a wobbly sigh.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. “Never going to be able to eat chocolate again without thinking of you under me, pushing your p**sy into my mouth.”
She blushed. Like she’d ever be able to think of cake again without thinking of his fist curled around the base of his cock, spilling frosting over the hard length so she could lick it up.
Her h*ps twitched in response. Down, girl. She turned her head and looked at the cake. “You did that for me?”
“I did,” he said, the words a low drawl.
“We didn’t even eat a slice.” Strange how she wasn’t disappointed about that in the slightest.
“Night’s young,” he said, and ran his teeth over her knee, then caressed it as if he couldn’t stop tasting her, touching her. “We could get dressed, shower, and have ourselves a cake party back at my cabin.”
She grinned. “That sounds like a plan…after we clean the counters here.”
His chuckle of response made her heart feel warm.
THIRTEEN
It took an hour to clean up the kitchen, and another half hour before they’d showered and sat back down in his small cabin to eat a piece of cake. Beth Ann had cut a piece of the cake and sat in Colt’s lap, nak*d, her hair pulled up in a towel. He sat under her clad only in his briefs and dog tags, and she occasionally fed him a bite of cake, though he’d insisted that it was all for her. With her hands occupied and her lovely mouth eating his cake, he was free to explore and touch her body. He couldn’t get enough of her soft skin.
His hands stroked over every inch of her flesh, his fingers teasing her small n**ples as she relaxed against him and ate cake, and told him about her day. As she was telling him about another tedious Halloween committee meeting, her phone buzzed with a text message.
“Leave it,” he said automatically, and rolled his fingers over one nipple, eliciting a responsive shiver from her.
“It’ll bother me until I see it,” she said with a smile. She slid out of his grasp and put her plate next to the small kitchenette sink before heading over to get her phone. “It might be Miranda. She said she was going to send me some pictures of how she wanted to do her hair for Halloween.”
“If she’s anything other than a sexy librarian, Dane’ll be disappointed.” He watched her pretty, plump ass sway as she moved to the sink. This was how it’d be if they lived together. Her, nak*d and wandering around his place, having a conversation about their day.
He’d be down with that.
Beth Ann snorted at his comment, and picked up her phone. She clicked on the phone, and then her mouth tensed.
“What is it?” The protective instinct welled up inside him, and he resisted the urge to take the phone out of her hand and smash it, just so she’d stop frowning so much.
She’d been frowning too much lately.
“It’s Allan,” she said in a flat voice. “And judging by the amount of typos, he’s drunk dialing me.” She stared at the small screen, tilted her head and recited, “‘Bethy-babe, I miss you, love you, and want you back. My life is incomplete’—he spelled incomplete wrong, by the way—‘without you. You deserve better than that a**hole Colt. You don’t know him like I do. He’s not who you think’—oh, and then it cuts off. Idiot.”
Annoyance flared through him. “Why don’t you block his number?”
“It’s this new phone. I don’t know how to do it. Too many menus.” She frowned and flipped through it, skimming a finger over the screen.
“I can do it,” he said, and she handed her phone over to him. She went to the sink and began to scrape her plate.
Another message came in. Colt clicked on it before the phone could buzz longer than an instant, and saw it was from Allan again.
I talked with the fire chief. Colt kept you in the woods all weekend just so he could f**k you. You want to be with an a**hole like that? He thinks you’re just a hot p**sy to stick his dick in. He thinks—
“Did you get it?”
Colt quickly deleted the message, anger and guilt flaring through him. So Allan had figured out that Colt had lied about that first weekend they’d spent together, and thought the worst of him? And now he wanted to tell Beth Ann and save her? Unease gnawed in his stomach. She needed to hear it from him, so he could explain.
He finished setting up the block on her phone and handed it back to her, saying nothing about the second message.
Beth Ann tossed the phone aside and crawled back into his lap, pressing her nak*d br**sts against his chest. She tugged the towel off her hair and let the wet locks slither over her skin. “You’re frowning,” she said, running a thumb over his bottom lip.
“I just hate that a**hole,” Colt said. It was the truth, even though it was more than that. The dick was trying to ruin what he had with Beth Ann. And he wasn’t about to let that happen. He was going to see that jackass tomorrow and pound his face in if he had to, but the man was going to leave Beth Ann alone.
“Don’t worry about him,” she said, her voice soft. Her thumb kept brushing against his lower lip, and he wondered if she was imagining his mouth on her mouth, or perhaps lower. “I don’t trust a word he says. Being with you is nothing like being with him.”
“Good,” he said shortly.
That made a smile curve her mouth, and he was struck by how beautiful she was. “I brought you a present,” she said breathlessly, and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“Oh?” He parted his lips, felt her small tongue flick inside his mouth, felt his c*ck stir again. Fuck, he was still thinking about frosting. If he closed his eyes, he saw his c*ck shoved down her throat, frosting rimming her mouth, her gaze up at him as she swallowed his cum. His dick was hard just thinking about it.
She said the word so quietly he almost missed it. “What?” He wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.
Beth Ann smiled and leaned in to his ear, her tongue flicking against the shell of it. “Lube.”
Well damn. He could think of a lot of uses for lube, but one immediately sprang to mind. Fuck all if he was going to suggest that to her, though. He wasn’t about to suggest something like that to the woman he cared for. “And what did you have in mind, darlin’?”
Her blue eyes stared up at him, and he felt a tremor race through her body.
“I’ve never tried anal,” she said breathlessly. “I wanted to try it with you.”
Because she trusts you. Hot need flared through him. Need…and guilt. He took her hand, slipped it between their bodies and placed it on his already rigid cock. “I’m not a small man, Beth Ann. You sure this is something you want to do? It won’t bother me if you say no.”
He knew his girth intimidated most women. They were fine with it in bed, but only a few kinky ones had ever wanted to even attempt anal with him. And he got that. But still, the thought of burying his c*ck deep in Beth Ann’s ass made him turn hard as a rock.
She leaned in and nibbled at his lip, her hand flexing on his cock. “I’d like to try it. Will it hurt?”
“Not if we go real slow,” he admitted. He’d go f**king glacially slow if that’s what it took to give her pleasure.
She kissed him sweetly. “Slow and intense sounds good to me.”
Good God, but she was an amazing woman. He felt an odd swell of emotion that he clamped down. No sense in gushing emotions like a f**king sissy just because a hot woman told him she wanted his dick in her ass.
So he just said, “Slow and intense,” and kissed her. “But first we need to get you soft and ready, darlin’.”
She gave a little shiver of delight and smiled at him. Her hand squeezed on his dick again. “Feels like one of us is already ready.”
“I’m ready as soon as you walk into the room,” he whispered, and liked the blush that pinked her cheeks. His hand moved from his dick to her p**sy and touched her. She gasped in response. Wet, but not as soaked as he wanted her to be. He needed her writhing in his lap before he’d attempt anything.
He slid his fingers deep into her, felt her breath catch as he stroked deep into her core. She gasped and clenched her thighs around his hand, her h*ps rocking against his fingers. He loved the way she responded to his touch. Anything he wanted to do to her body, and she wanted it just as badly as him. He watched her eyes get sleepy with need, her eyes half closed with desire.
She licked her lips, and he watched those little n**ples tighten. And all the while, her gaze was on him, watching him, trusting him. Needing him.
Colt leaned in and kissed her again, then murmured, “Feed one of those sweet little br**sts to me.”
A shiver rocked through her and her hand cupped one of her br**sts. She lifted the small mound to his mouth even as he continued to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her p**sy, finger f**king her.
She whimpered softly, as if frustrated that she couldn’t raise her breast to his mouth. Beth Ann arched her body, pushing forward against him until he felt her nipple brush against his mouth. Her h*ps had arched up, so his hand followed her movements, continuing to thrust into her with his fingers even as he bit down on her nipple. She moaned his name, rocking down against him. His free hand cupped her bottom, and he ran his fingers along the seam of her ass, brushing against the tight opening there. Beth Ann inhaled sharply at the sensation, but then she rocked against him again.
He licked her nipple and pressed his finger against the pucker of her ass. When his finger pushed a little deeper, her breath caught in her throat. He bit down on her nipple again, rolling it against his tongue, and she moaned, bucking her h*ps hard. He could feel her slick and wet under his fingers now, her h*ps working harder against him. He rubbed his finger inside her ass—she was tight, but she wasn’t pushing him away. That was good.
Her h*ps pushing against his hands became more urgent, and he sucked at her nipple harder, as her moans became more frequent, his name a breathless pant on her lips. His c*ck was hard as a rock under her gyrating body. Her eyes had closed and she bit her lip, the pleasure intense on her face.