Page 75 of Broken Saint

“You’re fucking incredible, do you know that?” I blurt as I back her up against the wall. “Even more so than you used to be.”

I claim her lips in a filthy kiss that leaves us both breathless by the time the doors open to the parking lot.

She smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with happiness, her lips swollen from my kiss.

Fuck me. I’m pretty sure this woman was made specifically for me.

And I let her fucking go.

Shaking my head, I follow her like a lost little puppy toward my truck.

Opening her door, I help her up, not-so-accidentally letting my hand slip under my jersey to grab a handful of her luscious ass.

“Colt,” she gasps, trying to stop me.

“What? There’s no one down here to see. And even if there was, they’d only be jealous.”

With another quick kiss on her lips, I jog around to the driver’s side, trying to rearrange my boner that’s tenting my sweats as I go.

She might be worried about going out without underwear, but I’m more likely the one who’ll end up embarrassing myself. No doubt someone will snap a photo of me to sell to the media walking around with a hard-on for the hot girl wearing my jersey.

I smirk.

Fuck you, douchebag cowboy. You didn’t want her? Well, I fucking do. More than you could ever know.

20

ELLA

I’m surprised that Letty didn’t have her nose pressed against a window, waiting for us to pull up. Hell knows I’ve had enough messages from her in the past few hours to know she’s dying to hear what happened between us. But we manage to get to the front door and ring the bell without her flying out and demanding answers.

Twenty-four hours ago, if someone had told me that I’d have just gone for breakfast with Colton Rogers wearing only his jersey, no underwear, last night’s heels and the scars on my thigh on display, I’d have laughed in their face.

Was I nervous? Hell yes. Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt walking into the little diner.

I had all these irrational fears that everyone in the place would stare at me, judge me, and question why the hell a god like Colton had obviously spent the night with me and then wrapped me in his number.

But it wasn’t like that at all.

Sure, a good few sets of eyes looked up when we entered. But almost all of them were focused on Colt. Hardly surprising; he might have an ego on him, but there is a reason. The man isevery woman’s wet dream. And he was holding my hand after spending the night with me, in his bed, in his apartment.

The whole thing makes my head spin in a way I haven’t experienced for a very long time.

Colt Rogers makes my head spin.

The sound of the doorbell echoes through the house. I open my mouth to say something, but I don’t get a chance because Colt pushes me backward, pressing me against the side of Kane and Letty’s house, and kisses me senseless.

By the time the door opens, he’s got my leg hitched around his waist, his hand on my bare ass as he grinds against me.

“Safe to say you two are enjoying yourselves.” Letty’s voice is so fucking smug, I don’t need to look over to see that she’s got a wide, beaming smile on her face.

“Fuck off, Legend. We’re busy,” Colt groans into my mouth.

“Pretty sure you were the one who rang the doorbell to get me here,” she deadpans. “Did you want to fuck her against the wall, or did you want to come in? I don’t think either of you needs that splashed across social media anytime soon.”

“Colt,” I gasp, trying to untangle myself from him, but he isn’t having any of it.

“I’ll be in the kitchen with coffee when you’re ready,” she teases. “Colt, Kane is waiting to train. If you’ve got the energy for it, that is.”

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