Page 117 of Live for Me

Have you ever used just thoughts of me? I might be using thoughts of you tonight.

That was all the convincing that I needed to turn the truck right the fuck around. This job could wait a day. If I drove like an absolute psychopath, I could still get there with the storm.

Two hours later, I parked that truck right in its regular spot in front of the house in the middle of the downpour as the thunder rolled in with me. I spent an extra few minutes getting completely drenched to gather what she might need from the supplies that I kept in my truck before I crashed right back through the door of the house. I picked up one of the chairs from the table that sat off to the side in the kitchen and carried it with me into the hallway and right through that living room, where Jersey, Triss, and Indy were all spread around the couch.

“Utah?” Triss asked. “Is everything—” She gave up whatever she was thinking when she made sense of the shit that I was carrying and the direction that I was headed.

“What’s wrong?” Jersey asked. “What happened?”

I didn’t bother stopping. I was nearly to the other end of the room anyway when Indy burst into a fit of laughter.

“Booty call!” Indy howled. “He’s here on a fucking booty call!”

I heard plenty of commotion behind me after that, but I was already safely out of his reach while Triss screamed at Jersey to sit his big ass back on the couch.

Memphis shrieked when I threw her door open without so much as a knock or a hello. I dropped everything I was carrying right in the middle of the floor and turned back to slam the door and lock it.

“What are you doing?” She asked amid her own laughter. I had her entire body off the ground and in my arms a second later to pin her underneath me on her bed while the lightning flashed through the windows and the thunder rattled the panes.

“I know you’ve tried to convince me before that you don’t control this kind of weather, angel, but tell this storm to take its sweet time.”

She continued to giggle while I kissed all the way down her neck.

“Utah, everyone is home. Did you seriously just carry a chair and a bunch of rope all the way through this house? Jersey is going to be in here any second now if he saw all that,” she said and laughed.

“He’ll have to kick that door down if he wants in this room,” I whispered against her neck before I bit it. She gasped and arched up into me.

“He might do exactly that,” she said with another giggle.

The power went out with the next flash of lightning and her whole body tensed under me.

“It’s alright, sugar. I don’t need light. I already have every inch of you memorized. My hands know what to do.”

“Colt,” she gasped again. “When you say things like that?—”

I paused to give her a chance to use her brain on her words rather than doing everything in my power to scramble her thoughts. It didn’t work though. She didn’t say anything else.

“Do you want to tie me up now? Or do you want me to take this one?” I asked.

“You’ll just let me tie you to a chair?” she asked. “And do anything I want to you?”

“Anything you want,” I whispered and dragged my tongue all the way up her neck to start kissing my way across her jaw.

“I can’t think when you do that,” she said with another giggle.

“I don’t want you to think, angel.”

I raised myself off her just enough to be able to drag my fingers in between her legs and she sucked in a giant breath.

“That’s a pretty good way to make sure I’m not thinking,” she said.

“What do you want me to do, baby?”

“Take your clothes off and sit in that chair.”

“That’s my girl.”

I was off her and out of my clothes in record time. I handed her the giant bandana that I used as a blindfold when it was necessary.

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