Page 58 of Overtime
I do as he asks, and I hear the groan of approval that comes out of him as he watches me.
“Spread wider for me,” he whispers against my ear, teasing my clit as he does it, and I follow his directions. “Perfect. Just like that. I imagined you like this so many times. Spread for me. Dying to have me inside you.”
“I am. I need you.”
“Beg for it then.”
The words turn my skin hot because it was the last thing I’d expected him to say. I hesitate for half a second before I realize this is what he meant when he said he’d take what he needed. My punishment for leaving him and then taunting him mercilessly the last few weeks. So I apologize the only way I know how—with the truth.
“You’re all I can think about. All I’ve wanted. It’s you whenever I close my eyes, and I need you so much. Please, Colt.”
“Fuck me,” he whispers under his breath and slides inside me a second later.
I moan and fight for purchase against the glass as he fucks me rough and deep. Less like the boy I knew and more like a man who’s tired of my taunts and wants to teach me a lesson. Reminding me that he’s the only one I’ll ever want.
One hand wraps around my chest, dipping under the line of my dress and into my bra. His thumb swipes back and forth over my nipple, the other still working my clit to the edge as he fucks me harder.
“I missed hearing you. How good you feel. Your body’s so fucking perfect. Fuck. It’s been too long,” he curses as he buries his face against my neck.
My orgasm hits out of nowhere, taking me by surprise, and I feel it melt through my nerve endings while I gasp through each wave of it. He fucks me harder then, cursing as his fingers dig into me, pressing me into the glass as he takes himself over the edge a few moments later. He stays still for a few moments, kissing the back of my neck and shoulders as we both try to come down. I blink at the view through the foggy glass, a pane we’ve left thoroughly marked.
He pulls out, handling the condom and clothes before turning to watch me put myself back in order as a smirk grows on his face.
“Don’t be smug, Farm Boy.” I grin, teasing him in return.
“Hard not to be when you look like this.” He smiles and wraps a hand around my neck, bringing me close and kissing me. It isn’t the sweet gentle kiss he’d given me the other night, but one that reminds me of what he said before—whatever happens, I’mhis.
“So I guess we’ll call it a tie?” I ask, not that we ever said what the consequences of the bet would be. Other than the possibility of an ending we’ve experienced before.
“I guess we can. Although you did beg for it.” He grins and grabs my hand pulling me down onto his lap in the chair. I curl up there, resting my head against his chest and watching the party carry on out the window while he toys with the end of my hair, and I start to drift off. Content that I’m finally back with him, however short and sweet it might be.
THIRTY
Joss
When I come homefrom the latest round of meetings with potential donors, I’m ready to cry, scream and throw things. It’d been hell on earth and one smug jerk after another. Bow here. Kneel here. Kiss this ring. Kiss that ass.
Then the worst part of all, is that after all of that, we’re still only a couple of donors richer than we were before I started the day. I told Harper I’d handle this part if she handled the board and some of the other technical things that needed to get done. We still need to hire an accountant and a lawyer, but I was hoping before we finished recruiting the board that we’d have a clearer picture of what our potential endowment and participation levels were going to look like.
Right now? Both look dire. Like I’ve way overpromised and wildly undelivered. I’m furious with myself and with the entire situation. As I walk into the living room, I can hear Violet meeting with a client in her office, so I sneak quietly upstairs. I’m gonna take a long hot shower and wash this day off, and hopefully be better off for it. Then I’ll talk to the bestie, and maybe she’ll have some inspiring words. I can rally. I can do this.
Except twenty minutes later, I’m sitting on the bench in the shower bawling my eyes out. It’s all more than I can take right now. The pressure of everything with the foundation is overwhelming, and now on top of that, I’ve given in to things with Colt.
It felt good to be with him again like it was right in the moment. But now that we’ve crossed the line I feel the anxiety like I’m just waiting for the thing that’s gonna blow us up again. The shoe that drops and means he’s ripped out of my life, and I lose him another time. It makes my whole life feel like a house of cards that’s just teetering on the edge here. In a place I don’t really belong. Trying to do more than I’m probably really capable of. All while attempting to pretend that I’m still the person I was years ago. The one who doesn’t feel anything but pure joy and happiness. The one who only wakes up and does whatever she feels like in the morning. The one who everyone counts on to be the life of the party and make all the jokes.
I lean my head back against the tile, trying to wipe the tears away and compose myself. I need to finish this shower and talk to Violet. See if I can at least start by being honest with her.
* * *
When I go downstairs againand peek around the corner into her office, she’s sitting at her desk and the rain’s pattering against the windows as she works to make a storage mount for one of the objects she’s preparing for loan.
“Do you have a minute?” I ask quietly, trying not to make her jolt.
She looks up at me and gives me a small smile. “Of course. What’s up?”
“I need to talk with you about some things. A lot of things, really.”
“Okay.” She sets the tools down on the table and walks over to the cushioned bench in front of the bank of windows, patting the spot.
