action.
Silly girl.
He was greedy, lapping at her like she was made of candy, relishing every moan she gave him. Her fingers curled around his hair and he smiled against her clit, encouraged.
Colt wasn’t in a hurry; he licked and teased until she came. Then, he licked a bit more, before rising and looking down at his handiwork.
Alice stayed on the bed, panting, her legs limp, still spread apart in an open invitation.
It took a lot of willpower, but he ignored it.
After a while, she looked up towards him, questioningly.
“I’m not a bastard. You’re horny – I can help take the edge off. But I’m not going to fuck you unless you actually want me to.”
And she didn’t; not really.
Well, he could imagine her body and mind were probably in disagreement about it, but he knew Alice Vaughan was still ready to bolt.
Or ready to break.
•
Alice had learnt from her mistake; she pointblank refused to assume anything. Now, every thought process was backed up by hard evidences.
Her evidences proved that Colt Colburn was up to something; there was a plan, an agenda, where she was concerned.
She’d come to that conclusion weeks ago, when she’d seen that he’d stopped answering any of her question spontaneously. He thought everything out.
Today, she was given insight in the end game.
When you take your things out of that room, you’ll put them in mine.
That was the first thing he’d said without thinking it out beforehand, and it shocked the hell out of her.
Honestly? She’d believed he’d been plotting a way to get to her agree to leave the kids to him – it was obvious that he already loved their two peanuts. He’d mentioned the nursery, and schools, and Christmases and other stuff that made her want to scream or hide.
But now here it was: his insane plan included – or was limited to – keeping her in his home.
It was probably the first time she breathed out so freely in months. He wanted her here; really. Maybe even for more than eighteen years. Alice was glowing.
Well, that might be due to the humongous orgasm he’d just given her.
Alice hadn’t come in four months, since the last time they had sex. She’s been instants away from madness.
Well, she probably still was, because she wanted it again. And again.
Pregnancy sucked.
When it was clear that Colt wasn’t going to change his mind, come back here and fuck her silly, she dragged herself out of the bed, ready to get up and leave his room, but something on her left caught her eyes.
She wasn’t snooping. Snooping would have been checking his pocket, opening his draws and hacking his phone.
She just happened to turn around, look left and see that box in the half-open bedside table draw.
It could have been anything, really, his mother’s birthday present, a cufflink box, anything. And to her credit, she didn’t even open it.
Instead, she yelled.
“Colton Colburn!”
He was there in a flash, concern written on every single one of his features.
“Why is there a square jewelry box in your top draw? Do you know what’s in my top draw? Mr. Yellow. And Doctor Purple. That’s what normal people have in their draws. Not jewelry boxes.”
Did she sound insane? Because she was. She really, really was.
“There’s nothing normal about owning half a dozen dildos, princess.”
She sent him a look which hopefully conveyed Please, I have at least ten as well as answer my fucking question.
He got at least one of the messages, because he sighed, muttering “I wasn’t going to do that now,” before reaching for the box.
Then, he handed it to her.
Alice looked up to his face, first, and back to the box.
It really was small; not necklace, or even bracelet-size. It was either earrings or…
“I’d planned to try and sweeten you up, first. You know, get you to let me in. But let’s face it, it’s never happening; not until you’ve decided that you could trust me. And recently, I’ve come to realize that this actually
Silly girl.
He was greedy, lapping at her like she was made of candy, relishing every moan she gave him. Her fingers curled around his hair and he smiled against her clit, encouraged.
Colt wasn’t in a hurry; he licked and teased until she came. Then, he licked a bit more, before rising and looking down at his handiwork.
Alice stayed on the bed, panting, her legs limp, still spread apart in an open invitation.
It took a lot of willpower, but he ignored it.
After a while, she looked up towards him, questioningly.
“I’m not a bastard. You’re horny – I can help take the edge off. But I’m not going to fuck you unless you actually want me to.”
And she didn’t; not really.
Well, he could imagine her body and mind were probably in disagreement about it, but he knew Alice Vaughan was still ready to bolt.
Or ready to break.
•
Alice had learnt from her mistake; she pointblank refused to assume anything. Now, every thought process was backed up by hard evidences.
Her evidences proved that Colt Colburn was up to something; there was a plan, an agenda, where she was concerned.
She’d come to that conclusion weeks ago, when she’d seen that he’d stopped answering any of her question spontaneously. He thought everything out.
Today, she was given insight in the end game.
When you take your things out of that room, you’ll put them in mine.
That was the first thing he’d said without thinking it out beforehand, and it shocked the hell out of her.
Honestly? She’d believed he’d been plotting a way to get to her agree to leave the kids to him – it was obvious that he already loved their two peanuts. He’d mentioned the nursery, and schools, and Christmases and other stuff that made her want to scream or hide.
But now here it was: his insane plan included – or was limited to – keeping her in his home.
It was probably the first time she breathed out so freely in months. He wanted her here; really. Maybe even for more than eighteen years. Alice was glowing.
Well, that might be due to the humongous orgasm he’d just given her.
Alice hadn’t come in four months, since the last time they had sex. She’s been instants away from madness.
Well, she probably still was, because she wanted it again. And again.
Pregnancy sucked.
When it was clear that Colt wasn’t going to change his mind, come back here and fuck her silly, she dragged herself out of the bed, ready to get up and leave his room, but something on her left caught her eyes.
She wasn’t snooping. Snooping would have been checking his pocket, opening his draws and hacking his phone.
She just happened to turn around, look left and see that box in the half-open bedside table draw.
It could have been anything, really, his mother’s birthday present, a cufflink box, anything. And to her credit, she didn’t even open it.
Instead, she yelled.
“Colton Colburn!”
He was there in a flash, concern written on every single one of his features.
“Why is there a square jewelry box in your top draw? Do you know what’s in my top draw? Mr. Yellow. And Doctor Purple. That’s what normal people have in their draws. Not jewelry boxes.”
Did she sound insane? Because she was. She really, really was.
“There’s nothing normal about owning half a dozen dildos, princess.”
She sent him a look which hopefully conveyed Please, I have at least ten as well as answer my fucking question.
He got at least one of the messages, because he sighed, muttering “I wasn’t going to do that now,” before reaching for the box.
Then, he handed it to her.
Alice looked up to his face, first, and back to the box.
It really was small; not necklace, or even bracelet-size. It was either earrings or…
“I’d planned to try and sweeten you up, first. You know, get you to let me in. But let’s face it, it’s never happening; not until you’ve decided that you could trust me. And recently, I’ve come to realize that this actually
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