I give him a sweet smile then push up onto my tippy toes and press a feather-soft kiss on his cheek before he has a chance to tell me to fuck off. “You’re sweet though, so there’s that.”
With that, I turn and walk away but not before stopping at Colton and resting my hand against his chest. “Same goes for you, big guy,” I murmur, capturing his deep gaze and holding it hostage. “All talk.”
Something flashes in his eyes but I don’t hang around to find out what because there’s no doubt in my mind that given the chance, he’ll be the one to follow through and if he did, it would destroy me.
Chapter 22
Colton’s thick fingers push up into me, making me groan deeply and hold onto him with everything I have, desperately needing more. They plunge deep, reaching me in places I never even knew about.
In. Out. In. Out. It’s the best kind of torture.
Why have I waited so long for this? I should have just let him have me that first time in my room.
My hand curls up around his back until my fingers are knotted in his messy hair. His thumb presses against my clit and starts making slow, painful circles that have my orgasm creeping up on me. He’s barely touched me. How is it possible to be so close to the edge already?
Colton’s hand grabs the base of my neck and tightens. I suck in a breath and meet his heated gaze. Hazel pools of desire look back at me and I want to drown in them, swim in their depths until he completely claims me.
Yes. Fuck. This is everything.
My chest presses up against his and he stretches out his fingers against my neck, his thumb pushing up against my jaw and forcing my head aside. His full lips instantly take advantage, kissing me below my ear and turning every nerve ending into a writhing mess of elation.
His tongue starts working over my sensitive skin as his fingers pick up their pace. He adds a third finger and a loud, guttural groan is pulled from deep within me.
“Colton,” I pant. “Yes.”
My orgasm creeps closer. I feel it there, so desperate to let it go. It builds higher and higher and every touch has me needing more. It’s torture. Sweet, sweet torture.
Freezing water begins to pool around me and my eyes fly open only to find myself staring up at the starry sky. What the actual fuck. I go to start looking around and find my mattress completely soaked and quickly sinking into the pool.
A loud gasp tears out of me and I throw myself to my feet on top of the mattress. The cool air of the night quickly hits my skin and freezes my wet body. I have to jump. I’m right in the fucking middle, but more importantly, how the fuck did I get here? I might have drunk way too much at that party but I can guarantee that I didn’t drag my mattress out here and decide to sleep in the middle of the fucking pool.
Laughter catches my attention and my head snaps up.
My fucking question is answered.
The four fucking douchebags of Bellevue Springs sit around the pool with a fire burning watching my struggle. Without a doubt, I know that they snuck into the pool house and somehow lifted my mattress off my bed with me sleeping on top of it.
Fucking pricks.
Chills sweep through my body. I hadn’t minded so much when it was Colton sneaking into my room while I slept. Yeah, I was vulnerable but for some stupid reason, I trusted him not to hurt me. Spencer and Jude in my room while I sleep? Yeah, that’s different.
“Were you having a sex dream?” Charlie yells out, laughing and making the others snicker even more.
Fuck. Please don’t tell me I said anything in my sleep that I’m going to regret.
I look at Colton and from the smug look in his eyes, it’s damn clear that I had and they know exactly who I was dreaming about. Shit, I might as well own it. I look back at Charlie with a cocky grin. “So, what if I was? It’s not like it was about you.”
His face falls and just as I go to celebrate my win, the mattress completely submerges and I fall deep into the cold water.
Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck. It’s freezing in here. What the hell happened to it being a heated pool? Where’s the fucking hot water when you need it?
I break the surface and suck in a deep breath. The party-goers are well and truly gone and seeing as though it’s not completely pitch dark out here, I’m going to assume that it’s creeping up to six in the morning.
I trudge out of the pool and glare at each of them. “I fucking hate you pricks.”