Page 76 of Broken Saint

“I could go all fucking night,” he bellows as she ducks into the house. “Isn’t that right, Bombshell?” His eyes twinkle with mischief.

“You should go. I need to speak to my boss before she fires me, and call Mom back.”

His eyes bounce between mine, searching for answers to questions I can’t decipher. But while our lips might have parted, he never releases my body. His grip on my ass is just as tight as ever, ensuring I’ll have his fingerprints bruised on me later.

Heat washes through my body as I think about having his marks all over me.

Mine.

I hear the word as clearly as if he’d just growled it in my ear.

“What’s your job?” he asks.

A sad laugh bubbles up. I’ve been waiting for him to ask and already dreading confessing my reality.

It’s nothing embarrassing, just not what I wanted to do, and he’s going to know it just as well as I do.

“Audio transcription for medical documents and things,” I explain quietly.

His brows pinch in confusion.

“D-do you like it?” he asks, a hopeful lilt to his voice.

“No. I hate it.”

“So, why are you doing it?”

I’m about to respond when we’re joined by the other Legend of the house.

“Hey, man. You ready to—sorry, didn’t realize you were fucking Ella against our house,” Kane says, averting his gaze.

“He’s not. You’re safe.”

Pressing my palms against Colt’s chest, I finally force him to back up. Although, I regret it instantly. With the heat of his body and his burning touch gone, I feel naked.

“You sure were enjoying yourselves though, huh?” Kane deadpans, nodding toward the impressive tent in Colt’s sweats that’s embarrassingly covered by a damp patch from my lack of underwear.

“Fuck, yeah. We’ve had an epic time. Isn’t that right, Bombshell?”

Ignoring Kane, I look up at Colt through my lashes, giving him the best coy smile I can muster as I back away.

“You guys should go. Be gentle with him. He’s had a busy night,” I tease before disappearing into the house and closing the door behind me.

I rest back against the cold, unforgiving wood and close my eyes. For a few seconds, I just breathe, letting the events since I was last inside this house play out in my mind.

I don’t realize my face gives away how I feel about it all until Letty speaks.

“Well, that smile on your face and your obvious lack of underwear tell me everything I need to know.”

My breath catches and my eyes fly open as I reach for the hem of Colt’s jersey and frantically tug it down.

“Chill, you’re not flashing me.” She laughs. “Come on, coffee is made, and I am ready for all the juicy details.”

“He remembered? Oh my god, that is so…swoon,” Letty says, her eyes all soft and sappy when I explain about Colt refusing my breakfast request of fruit salad and instead ordering my favorite.

“I know,” I agree. It was pretty epic. And I could hardly argue when he happily announced in front of the server that I’d burned enough calories last night and this morning to more than cover it.

I tried to kick him under the table, but it backfired. He saw the move coming a mile away and grabbed my ankle before I made contact.

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