Page 49 of Warrior

“Baby, I need to tell you something,” he whispers near my ear, and for some reason my body tenses. “Don’t worry, I just need you to know, okay? Keep smiling.”

I let my frown go and smile, holding him tighter. “Tonight has been the best night of my life, Lyric. This, with you, is everything. I want you always. I do not want to lie to you. You said you trusted me earlier, did you mean that?”

I nod and rest my head on his chest. “Yes.”

“ In a few more songs, I’m going to look inebriated, and start acting ridiculously drunk. When anyone offers to call us a cab, or take us home, you take it. Act the part of us both being too buzzed to drive. Can you do that for me, baby?”

I’m shaking and I feel like I want to cry, but I nod my head again anyway. “Okay.”

“That's my good girl,” Colt murmurs and kisses the side of my head.

We dance a few more songs, and Colt finishes up his bottle of beer. I see the way his eyes start to get distant and half-mast. He lets his body become heavier, less coordinated. Other guys and him are high-fiving each other and acting ridiculous. I act my part and roll my eyes with some of the other annoyed girlfriends or wives before announcing loud enough that we need to leave.

“Awww, the wifey is making me leave,” Colt complains with a grin, and if I didn’t know better, I would think he was frat-boy wasted right now. Only I know he isn’t even close to being drunk and that this is for show. There’s a chorus of whooping and booing all at the same time, but just like Colt predicted, there are offers to get us a ride back.

“Thanks, we’d appreciate it,” I tell one of the guys, and he helps Colt order a ride on his phone. Within twenty minutes, a car pulls up out front, and we finally make our exit.

The entire drive back to the house, I’m giving directions and fidgeting in my seat. Colt is slumped in the seat with his head back on the headrest, snoring. I’m so confused and slightly irritated that I’m missing something, and that our date night wasn’t just that, but I keep my mouth shut while we’re in a car with a stranger. Colt hasn’t let go of my hand the entire time and his grip is pinching my knuckles together.

We get to the house and the driver looks back at me in the mirror. “Do you need help with him?”

I glance at Colt and he squeezes my fingers. “I think we should be okay.”

“Alright.” He nods, but he looks hesitant.

I push open the door and tug Colt out with me. He stumbles from the car and wraps his arm around my shoulder. I slipmine around his back, looking like I’m holding him up while we hobble to the door. The car turns around and drives away. Once his taillights are no longer visible, Colt perks up.

“Why did you do that?” I ask, my eyes turning accusatory. I feel hurt for thinking this was an actual date, but now I’m suspecting it's a ploy related to Lukas and the plan that Colt created.

“Lyric.” He chases me to the door, and his hand lands on my arm, turning me toward him so fast the skirt on my dress flares around my legs. Colt groans as he wraps his arms around me. “This was real. Our date was everything I wanted it to be, everything I wanted to show you. Nothing about our time tonight was fake except for the end. I need you to have a solid alibi. I need a solid alibi in case whatever I’m about to do leads back to the club, me or you.”

“You should have told me, Colt.” I step back out of his embrace and my arms cross over my stomach. “I feel…I feel stupid that I didn’t know the plan. I don’t want it to be fake. I was so happy.”

“Good.” He reaches for me, catching my face with his hands. “I want you to be happy, Lyric. Let me remember you that way. You did nothing wrong, and everything right. Tonight was perfect.”

Colt presses a kiss to my forehead before letting me go. My eyes close and when I reopen them, he’s bounding back down the steps. I watch as he goes into the garage and when he reappears, he’s wearing a dark, hooded sweatshirt with his cut and pushing his bike.

“Colt!” Panic surges in my throat and I follow after him, running to his side. “You’re leaving now? Already?”

His eyes are dark and there is a dangerous edge to his voice when he says, “I’m not letting him get away, Lyric. This ends tonight.”

“Colt, I?—”

He grabs me with his arm, balancing his bike between his legs, and pulls me into his chest. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck. Colt captures my lips in a kiss that is anything but gentle. He kisses me desperately, rough and hungry, and all it does is ramp up the feeling that I’m losing him. I know he’s going to do something that could be dangerous, and my stomach flutters in response. I realize I don’t want gentle from Colt right now. And if the worst happens and this is the last time I get to touch him, or kiss him, I want his mark on me. On my skin, on my body, and on my heart.

Acting quick, I swing my leg over his bike, so we’re facing each other, and my legs wrap around his waist, bringing his rock-hard erection against my aching core. I’ve wanted him all evening, getting more and more turned on from the light caresses, the lingering kisses, the promises whispered in my ear. I’ve been on edge and waiting to get home where I thought we would be tumbling in bed together. Now, it doesn’t matter where, or that I have the ghost of pain in my pussy from last night, I need Colt inside me one more time.

Colt groans when I rub myself against him, pushing my breasts to his chest and sucking on his tongue. His hands are wild, over my back, in my hair, and squeezing my ass cheeks, using his grip on them to grind against me. His hold is so tight I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. His hand slides up my thigh, pushing the skirt of my dress up and I moan against his lips.

“Do you need me to fuck you, baby?” he murmurs while he traces the edge of my panties before slipping the material down my leg. I slide my leg up and let him unhook them around my foot, leaving my pussy completely open and bare to him.

Colt growls and teases my slit with his fingertips. “You’re so wet for me, good girl.”

“Yes,” I moan when he slips his fingers inside me gently, the action in complete contrast to the pent-up energy radiating off of him. I want Colt to go feral on me, to lose control with me. “Please, Colt. Please fuck me.”

He inhales and our eyes meet. I watch his dark brown orbs turn to black and his pupils expand while he watches me. “Your pussy is so greedy, Lyric, squeezing my fingers so tight.”

I’m panting, my hips writhing all over the seat of his bike, wanting what only he can give me. “Yes. I want all of you.”

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