Page 28 of Freeing Denver
I smile, nuzzling her hair. “Don’t I always?”
“No. I’ve cuddled you almost every night and you smelled like hospital.” She takes a deep inhale. “Now you smell like you.”
It’s hard to describe how that makes me feel. Denver and I barely had hours together before our world was turned upside down. While she’s been processing everything that’s happened, that also means she’s been in a world where we’re a couple.
To me, this is entirely new. Perfect. Wonderful. Fucking incredible. That amazing kind of new that makes every moment feel like it was made for just us. Like we’re the assholes who created love, and no one can understand it better than we can.
“I like that you slept with me.”
She angles her head to look up at me, gray eyes shining in the soft orange glow of the room. “I couldn’t stay away.” She reaches up and runs her palm over my beard, taking in every inch of my face. “I don’t want to wait for our forever. I want it now.”
“Then let’s leave.”
Uncertainty flashes in her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck this. Fuck the money, the guns, everything. I want you. I only want you.” I rest my forehead against hers. “We helpAlistair get a replacement. We deal with Spider. Then we leave. No year plan, no waiting. We go. Deal?”
She smiles. “And we open our café.”
“We can open anything you fucking want,” I say, and she laughs. I drink in the sound, kissing her softly. I groan against her lips. “If my body wasn’t broken, I’d fuck you senseless right now.”
She grins. “That can wait. Should we go to bed?”
“You’ll have to help me up the stairs.”
“Lean on me, Colt Harland.”
I’m breathless and aching by the time we reach the bedroom. Sweating and already close to sleep, I drop back against the pillow. “Well, this fucking sucks.” I groan when Denver presses a cold cloth to my head.
“It’s normal. You’ll feel tired, confused, crabby for a while. You might even forget stuff.”
“Remind me what your boobs look like.”
She laughs and places the damp cloth on the nightstand before straddling me and lifting her shirt.
“Oh, they’re better than I remember.” I run my hands up her sides and cup her breasts. They’re soft and warm, her nipples already hard. “Lean closer. I’m weak.” She laughs again and leans forward, pressing them into my face. “Stay here forever.”
“I might get neck ache.”
“This is what love is, Denver.” I kiss her chest.
“Long-term motorboating?” I nod, taking a nipple into my mouth, running my tongue across the hard point. She whimpers. “You can’t do that to me, Colt Harland. I’ve missed you too much.” I nibble across her skin, my cock already hard to the point of pain. She grinds against me, and I wish I had the strength to tear her clothes off and fuck her. I hiss through my teeth, and she stops abruptly. “Did I hurt you?”
“Fuck no, keep going.” I close my eyes as she rubs herself against me, breathy gasps leaving her lips. “That’s it, my perfect fucking girl. Get off on me.” She leans down and captures my mouth in a kiss and I grip her hips, helping her move back and forth on my cock, our clothes an annoying friction between us, but I don’t think I could stop to take them off. Tension builds at the base of my spine, pleasure curling around my balls as she works my dick perfectly. Her breathing increases, little pants warming my lips. “Fuck, I love you.”
She comes quietly, muffling the sound in my neck, and I follow over the edge with her. Dizziness immediately rocks my brain, and I close my eyes as she nuzzles into my chest. My eyes are still closed when I feel her move down me.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up,” she whispers, gripping my sweatpants and pulling them down.
My head drops back, a groan trapped in my throat as she swirls her tongue over me, cleaning up my cum. I’m half hard again by the time she’s finished, but I must fall asleep, because when I wake up, Denver is showered and in my hockey jersey.
“Your mom had a spare,” she says, crawling into bed beside me. “I sprayed it with your cologne.”
“You’re obsessed with me.”
“I’m Whiplash’s biggest fan.”
