Chasing Trouble (Chasing Love 1)

Good God, this woman was going to be the death of him. One second he was mouth-deep in the sweetest slice of honey he’d ever had, the next he was on his back, with greedy lips sucking him off.

Colt reached out, grabbed JJ’s hips and spun her, so her hot little pussy was facing him. Her mouth never left his cock as he positioned her legs on each side of his face and lost himself once more in JJ’s sweet spot.

She moaned around him and Colt started seeing double. She was devouring him. Like he was the single greatest thing she’d ever had. Colt could relate, because there was no other place he’d rather be than right where he was.

He splayed one hand over her ass and continued to eat at her. Loving every taste, every feel. She was melting for him and he couldn’t wait. He was about to come and no way would JJ not go with him.

He thrust two fingers inside her tight core. Another throaty moan sent tingles down his shaft and she went wild. Taking him so impossibly deep he felt her chin hit his lower torso.

He pumped his fingers in and out while flicking her clit with his tongue. She moved her hips in time with him, a sensual rhythm forming.

When he felt her sheath tense, he knew she was about to go over, so he buried his fingers and curled them, rubbing that sensitive spot inside. She never took her mouth from his cock, even when she screamed and came apart.

Colt couldn’t hold on.

“Pull back, sugar. I’m gonna come.”

She didn’t move away. Instead, she took him deeper. Colt couldn’t stop himself—his seed shot from him and JJ drank him down.

When she collapsed on her side, breathing hard, Colt gathered her in his arms and moved her to lie across his chest.

Sifting fingers through her hair, he smiled up at the sky, trying to catch his breath.

“You never cease to surprise me, Miss Justice.”

She nipped his chest and smiled. “Like I said, you bring out my wild side.”

He chuckled and hugged her against him. “In that case, I’m never leaving your side again.”

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Chapter Eighteen

Colt refilled Jenna’s wineglass. Though they sat on the living room floor, the sound of crickets singing and bright moonlight beaming through the window surrounded them.

“Tim Jenkins? Really? The kid with braces?”

Jenna smiled as she took a sip of wine. “Yeah. We were in eighth grade. He walked me home and as soon as we hit the porch he just went in for it. His Big Red gum fell into my mouth and I nearly choked. To this day, I can’t stomach cinnamon.”

Colt chuckled. “Poor kid.”

“Now your turn, Mr. Rodeo Romeo: Who was your first kiss?”

She watched Colt look at the ceiling, scratching two fingers along his jaw. “Marina Monroe. She was a senior when I was freshman.”

Somehow Jenna wasn’t surprised Colt managed to wrangle in the older ladies even as a teenager.

“And…?”

“She knew what she was doing, I’ll say that.”

Jenna rolled her eyes and took a long swallow of wine.

“Careful there, sugar. I wouldn’t want to bring forth that jealous wrath of yours.”

“Jealous? Me?” She shook her head. “No, I’m practical. I know you’ve been with your fair share of women.”

Didn’t mean Jenna didn’t want to suddenly punch all those nameless, faceless hussies in the face.