We fuck around in the pool for a while before the sun disappears behind a cloud and the heat is sucked away. “Come on,” Colton says, grabbing my naked body and hauling me out of the pool. “Let’s get you dried up so I can take you out for dinner.”
I suck in a gasp as he throws me over his shoulder and starts heading for the pool house. “Is this your twisted way of asking me out on a date?”
My ass is spanked and with the chill running through my body, the sting hits just a little harder than before. Though, that could entirely be due to the fact that my boyfriend was in the middle of rocking my world. “Shut up. It’s just dinner. If I was asking you on a date, you’d know.”
I scoff. “Yeah right. That was it, wasn’t it?”
“Do you want to go out for dinner or not?”
“I mean, I’m not going to say no.”
“Good,” he laughs, squeezing my ass cheek. “Wear something sexy so I can show you off.”
“My sweatpants aren’t sexy enough for you?”
“By all means, wear your sweatpants,” he tells me, eyeing them as they sit heavily in the bottom of the pool, “But you’re going to have to go and get them.”
Without a second of warning, Colton tosses me through the sky and I go crashing down into the water with a high-pitched squeal, and just as my head goes under, I catch the back of Colton as he darts away, terrified of my version of revenge.
That’s right fucker. You better run.
Chapter 9
Light filters through the massive windows of the living room and I groan as it hits my face just as Colton’s arm tightens around my waist. We’d spent the afternoon getting all too familiar with each other’s bodies on as many surfaces of this house as possible and reluctantly put clothes back on when our stomachs started to grumble and we remembered that he’d promised dinner that was apparently not a date.
It was nice actually being alone for once. No staff members walking around, no friends popping by, no threat of my mom or Harrison accidentally walking in to find us. Just us.
I curled up with Colton on the couch and feeling somewhat normal for the first time in weeks, we crashed in each other’s arms with nothing but the throw blanket hanging over the back of the couch to keep us warm. It was the most perfect night … that is until the sun had to rise and ruin it.
It’s way too early to be waking up, especially considering that we only fell asleep at four.
I peel Colton’s arm off me and somehow detach his hand from my left tit. How is it that guys always manage to find their hands on a set of tits? Even in their sleep.
I slide across the couch, being careful not to wake him and adjust the throw blanket over him to keep him warm. He works so damn hard. He deserves to sleep in. Most days he’s up at the crack of dawn getting a good workout in before spending the next ten hours locked in an office signing a shitload of paperwork and somehow making sense of it. Charles really was an ass, especially to his kids but I can’t deny that he taught them well. The way Colton has been able to effortlessly slip straight into his role and not skip a beat is the most impressive thing that I’ve ever witnessed.
Leaving him to sleep, I push up from the couch and cringe at the deep ache within me. I guess that’s what happens when you spend hours being well and truly fucked by a man like Colton Carrington. My pussy is fucking raw and I love it.
I creep across the living room and up the two steps into his massive kitchen, taking each step carefully and adjusting to the pain within. I’ve never been so glad for the weekend. If I was heading to school today and had to spend hours sitting on the stiff chairs, I’d be in trouble, but as it is, I have the whole day to recover. Unless Colton gets his hands on me again and I have a feeling that could be a very strong possibility. In fact, I’m willing to make bets on it.
I get busy making breakfast and coffee and by the time I have everything I need, I take it all back down to the couch and sit by Colton’s head as he rests peacefully. I put his breakfast and coffee down on the table, knowing he’s bound to be hungry when he wakes. After all, he used a lot of energy yesterday.
Getting comfortable beside him, I cut off a piece of my pancake, making sure to get a bit of cream and a strawberry on my fork before delivering to my mouth with a groan. I’ve never claimed to be a good cook, but damn, I’m the fucking queen of pancakes.
Grabbing the remote, I turn on the TV and after flicking through and deciding there’s nothing holding my interest, I settle on the morning news. I watch a story on some guy who was held at gunpoint during a daylight robbery of his gas station in the town across from Breakers Flats followed immediately by a story of some big-time developer who is attempting to tear down the old mall and replace it with a new fancy one, complete with designer stores that the residents of that town won’t be able to afford to shop in.
I find myself rolling my eyes and zone out, focusing on my pancakes and knowing damn well that if Colton doesn't wake up soon, I’m going to end up eating his as well. Hell, I’m just about finished
