Page 74 of Overtime
I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull her panties down her legs, kissing her stomach and her thighs as I go. Then I stand to finish stripping down, and I move to the nightstand when her hand goes around my wrist.
“I’m on birth control if you want to take me bare.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I want you to fuck me like I belong to you.”
I climb back on the bed, dragging her body underneath me and sliding my cock through her wetness. Because I’m not wasting a fucking moment I have with her or any opportunity she gives me to have something of her I haven’t before. It makes me think about what it could be like if she was here for me all the time. If she belonged to me for real.
“If you belonged to me on a night like tonight, I’d just come home tired from the game and want you naked in my bed. So I could slide inside you and fuck this sweet pussy awake. My fingers bringing your clit to the edge by the time your eyes flutter open because I know exactly how to touch you.”
“Fuck, Colt…” she moans as I drag the head of my cock over her clit, back and forth slowly as her hips roll up seeking more friction. “I want that so much.”
“You’d wait in this bed naked for me every time?”
“Yes. Every single time.”
“Maybe a few when you’re in the kitchen too.” I tease her with the tip, barely dipping in before I pull out again.
“Anything you want. Just as long as you fuck me. Please,” she begs, and her eyes open, giving me a pleading look.
I take her then without another word, grabbing her and sliding deep inside. The feeling of nothing in between us, like she’s actually mine, and I fuck her like this all the time. It has me barely able to last for her. It takes all my focus not to lose my control, and when she starts whimpering for more a few moments later, telling me how close she is and how big my cock feels, I lose it.
But luckily, I’m not alone and I feel her clench down on me as she rides out her own wave with me, the first time we manage to come together like this. At the same time like we’re meant to fuck in the middle of the night after we both confess our fantasies about being a couple.
Because I need this woman like I need air. She’s mine now and always. I just have to make her see it before she leaves.
THIRTY-NINE
Joss
Later that weekI’m in Violet’s office, pulling some documents for the nonprofit she’s kindly letting me keep in her safe when I see a folder with my name on it that I haven’t seen before. I pull it out and open it. Inside there are dozens of pages but as I flip past the cover documents I come to a deed for a building, one that’s listed as a live-work building, and I frown. I page through to the signature and see Colton St. George.
“Did you find the incorporation documents?” Violet asks, and I jump a little.
“More than that.” I look at her, frowning, holding up the folder and deed that I’ve found buried in the safe.
“Shit,” she curses sitting her morning coffee down.
“Yeah, shit,” I echo her.
“I can explain.”
“Why there’s a folder with my name on it here and the deed to a building that belongs to Colt?”
“Yes.” She frowns and the guilty look doesn’t fade.
“Explain.” The two of us don’t fight. It’s insanely rare. I can think of maybe twice ever and it was when we lived together because if you live with someone long enough, you’re bound to fight with them no matter how much you love each other.
“Colt bought a studio space for you. It has offices downstairs too that he thought you and Harper could use to run the nonprofit out of.”
“That’s… incredibly sweet of him.” I bite my cheek because I am not about to cry.
“But there’s an apartment upstairs. One he thought you could use while you are in town. But he was worried you’d be freaked out that he bought you a place, and he didn’t want to upset you. So he raised the idea of Ben and I giving it to you. Except I said you deserved to know it came from him. That you would love it. And that if he explained it the way he explained it to me, you wouldn’t panic. You’d know he did it out of the goodness of his heart to help you.” The tone she’s using is telling me how I’m going to react, rather than an actual prediction of how she thought I would react. Because my heart rate is definitely speeding up and skipping beats as I stare at the deed.
“He bought a fucking building. When?”
“A couple of weeks ago. I think it was just an impulse purchase when you were upset about everything with the donors. He just wanted to do something to help, and this is what he came up with.”
