Page 38 of Sweet and Wild

He shrugs. “You owe me.”

I nod and climb in the driver’s seat. “Buckle up, Lemonade.”

“You can’t do this to me. It’s humiliating.”

“No more humiliating than you letting that frat boy grind all over you.”

“Screw you, Colt. Just because you’re celibate, doesn’t mean I plan to be.”

“Jesus. Do you hear yourself? When did you get so damn self-righteous?”

“I’m not self-righteous.”

“Bullshit. I bet if I looked that word up in the dictionary, Lemon Winchester would be smiling right back at me from the page.”

“What are you more pissed about, Colt? That I was dancing with some frat boy or that I dared to have any fun at all when you’re clearly still so miserable.”

Ouch. Well that fucking stings. Am I really that much of an asshole? My eyes dart from the road to her and back again. “You think I’m miserable?”

She sighs and shakes her head. “Will you just take me home, please?”

“No. You and I are gonna talk this shit out once and for all.”

“Fine.”

“Good.” I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, thinking about how every fight we ever had in the past ended up with us kissing like crazy and loving each other well into the night. That ain’t gonna happen this time. I know it, but it don’t stop the fist in my gut.

“Great,” Lemon says, because she just always has to have the last word.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lemon

Colt shuts off the engine and stalks toward his cabin. I sit and watch him through the windshield. I’m pouting, and I can’t avoid this forever, so I open my door and I climb out before following him past the other cabins. At least Carla is out at Earl’s, so we don’t have to worry about waking her.

I stomp up Colt’s front steps and wipe my boots before heading inside. He comes in behind me, and I close my eyes as I feel the warmth from his body, so much bigger than mine, so close, so … Colt.

“You gonna move, Lemonade, or you just gonna stand in my doorway all night?”

My nipples bead as his hot breath washes over my neck. Goose bumps break out across my flesh and I shiver. Maybe Colt sees it, maybe he just can’t help but pause because he feels this too—this spark, this connection. The close proximity of our bodies shakes up all of my senses. He hasn’t even touched me yet and all I can do is stand here like an idiot because I’m too afraid to move—I’m too frightened to break this spell.

“Lemon,” his voice is a raspy growl. It does wicked things to my insides and I dart out my tongue to moisten my lips. Colt’s hand wraps around my waist tentatively and he lowers his lips to my neck.

A breathy moan slips past my lips and I cover his hand which is resting on my waist and guide it to my breast. He squeezes hard as he walks us forward and bends me over the bed. Colt pushes my skirt up my hips and slides a rough hand over my ass. He rears back and spanks me, hard and startling, as if I’m a naughty girl whom he has reached the end of his patience with. I gasp and he slides a hand over the seam of my pussy, shoving my panties aside and driving two fingers into me so hard I pitch forward. Colt snaps my thin lace panties at the side seam, and they slip down my legs to pool on the floor. He grabs my ankles and I widen my legs to give him better access. He sinks to his knees on the floor and presses a kiss to my pussy. I inhale sharply but it quickly turns to a moan as he separates me with his thumbs and licks at my honey, sliding his tongue deep inside me. He buries his face in me, licking and sucking, devouring me the way no other man ever has.

I reach behind me and sink my fingers through his hair, making sure he doesn’t go nowhere, but this is Colt we’re talking about, and he’s never satisfied unless I am.

Something about that forces me to grip tighter, move faster against his mouth, and my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. “Colt!”

I collapse face-first into the bed and he leaves me, but a moment later his warm hands are coaxing my hips up off the mattress and he plunges inside. The movement is so hard and so hot that a shocked cry leaves my mouth and all of the breath rushes from my lungs.

“Wait, wait,” I whisper as he drives in faster.

“You wanna talk now, Lemonade, or you want me to fuck you so hard you see stars?”

“Oh,” I cry. “I want you to fuck me, but condom?”

“Yeah, despite what everyone in this town thinks, I ain’t stupid.”

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