Page 28 of Blurred Love

Davis looks at me, opens his mouth, and then closes it. I’m left with the feeling again that he has something he wants to say to me, so I stop, holding the plates in my arms. “Go ahead. Ask me.”

He tilts his head to the side, and I nod. “You have something you want to say or ask me. Go ahead.”

He looks into the living room and then back at me. “He’s a good guy. One of my very best friends, and he’s been through hell.” He blows out a breath and runs his hand through his hair. “Just don’t hurt him.”

I juggle the plates in one arm and point at myself. “You think I’ll hurt him?”

His face turns red. “I’m saying this all wrong. It’s just he likes you… a lot. He’s different with you. Happy. I just…”

His voice trails off, and I know I need to step in. “I won’t hurt him, Davis. I like him a lot too.”

He sighs in relief. “Okay.”

He takes the plates from me, and after I thank him, he walks into the kitchen. He’s a man of few words and reminds me a lot of Colter. I look at the man in question, and he looks happy with the kids.

We finish cleaning up, and soon it’s time for us to go.

Colter helps me into his truck, and I’ve already slid to the middle by the time he gets in. We’re driving across town, and I can’t wait a second longer. “Colter.”

His hand is on my thigh. “Yeah, honey?”

I point up ahead. “There’s a turn up here. Can you take it?”

He looks at me, confused. “You want me to turn on the old dirt road that leads out to Makeout Point?”

I nod, glad it’s dark so he won’t see the embarrassment on my face. I mean, how do I explain that seeing him with those kids has made me feral for him, and I don’t even want to wait until we get to his house to have him?

Instead of happy, his face turns down, but he does as I ask.

“If you don’t want to go, we don’t have to.”

He shrugs. “I want to go with you, but I’m struggling thinking that you’ve been here before with someone else.”

I lean into him. I love this possessive side of him. “I’ve never been there before, but I’ve heard about it.”

He’s still tense next to me, so I grab his hand at my thigh, part my legs, and bring his hand up to my core. I press his finger against the wet patch of my underwear. “That’s what you do to me, Colter, and I don’t want to wait until we get home to take care of it.”

He steps on the gas, and we bounce across the dirt road. He stops when we get to the opening. There are no other cars around, and as soon as he puts the truck into park, I lift up and throw my leg over to straddle him.

“Whoa!” he says. “What’s the rush, honey?”

I’m undoing his jeans, and I push his pants down so I can reach in and wrap my hand around his erection. I stroke him once, twice, and his precum coats my hand. His hands are on my hips, and he’s staring at me in awe.

I waste no time. I pull my panties to the side, line him up, and impale myself on his hard girth.

Moans fill the cab of the truck as I ride him.

He pulls my shirt up, discards my bra, and suckles me. I should be worried that we’re in a public place and someone could show up at any moment, but I trust Colter, and I know he’s not going to let that happen.

“Oh God, you feel so good,” I tell him breathily.

“Fuck.” He groans as I buck against him. He’s kneading my breast and kissing my neck, and when his other hand slides between my legs and strokes my clit, I come unglued. The orgasm takes over my body, and I writhe uncontrollably, but I don’t stop until he’s coming inside me. For just a second, I let myself believe that he’s putting his baby in me.

Just the thought intensifies everything.

CHAPTER14

COLTER

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