Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“That’s what we’re going to do. Very fucking soon.” How he’s able to form words as quickly as he does is beyond me. I’m still in a lust-induced haze and see no signs of leaving it any time soon.
“Yes, please.” I’m still sensitive between my legs, but that doesn’t stop me from slowly gliding in and out.
“Again?” Colt notices immediately, and he goes back to holding his length, which shows no signs of settling down, either.
“I’m game if you are.”
“Hell yeah.” The next time we come, it’s with a slower build-up and just as hot. It also leaves me wanting more and counting down the hours until I’m in his presence again. And it’s clear as day when Colt speaks the words into existence that he feels exactly the same way.
13
Sable
The next morning, I’m dragging ass, even with the double espresso I added to my iced coffee from Oak & Brew. The reason being? Well, after Colt and I were mutually satisfied, we stayed on the phone for entirely too long. We talked about a lot of things, the main one being why he wasn’t in his best form the first night we met. I couldn’t believe what he’d been put through, and all at once, yet instead of wallowing in what could be nothing but emotional baggage with a heavy dose of trauma, he persevered.
Similar could be said for myself: I had two absent parents, a brother who more or less raised me, and then, when I could fend for myself, he enlisted in the Army. Rafe did it for me, because money only got tighter, and our parents only became more irresponsible. I’d been able to handle myself by keeping to myself. Rafe sent home money for me to live a frugal but meaningful life until he could save up for a place of his own. When he became an Army Ranger, he leveled up. He’s definitely gone more than he’s home, but he’s helped set me up with a safe home to live in while he’s off saving what needs to be saved.
Needless to say, things got deep last night, and we both needed to conquer a few things together, apart from getting off. My core tightens as I think about how fucking hot being with Colt in any way possible feels.
I take a break from the sketch I’m working on today. I’m sitting outside the old building on which I’ll be painting the mural, trying to get it just right before I really start diving in and make a mistake that will take entirely too long to fix.
My phone buzzes beside my thigh, and I glance down and see an unknown number along with a message.
Unknown: Did you get your car fixed yet?
I roll my eyes at his penchant for diving right in without saying hello. Rafe didn’t respond to my last message. He’s been pretty quiet as of late, I figured it’s because of some top-secret mission.
Me: It’s being worked on tomorrow. The parts aren’t in yet. Everything good your way?
Unknown: Alright, transferring money into your account. Leaving here and won’t be around. You know what to do in case of emergency.
Me: Keep your money. I’ll only transfer it back anyway. I love you. Be safe.
Unknown: Take the money. I’ve got more than I know what to do with. Besides, you never told me about the cost for the last issue with the house. Love you, too. Talk soon.
My emotions nearly get the best of me. I want to cry or throw the phone, either one would probably feel good right about now. But I can’t, so instead, I get back to sketching out the oak trees this town is known for, making it look timeless yet adding a bit of flair with the street name in the mix. The scale is presenting a bit of a challenge, but it’s nothing I haven’t handled before.
I feel my phone go off again, and I'm getting annoyed that I might have to tell Rafe to leave me alone about the money issue. I will be sending the money back. It’ll happen when he least expects it, probably on his next assignment. Then we’ll more or less pass it back and forth to each other, both of us getting annoyed over the fact but not doing anything to change the circumstances.
When I look at the screen this time, it’s not my brother. It’s Colt. An instant smile crosses my face, and I’m grateful for the slight reprieve from my work.
Colt: How are things going your way?
Me: They’re going. I haven’t started painting yet. I kind of need the paint in my car to do that
We’ve talked throughout the day a few times, him calling after he dropped Nellie off at school this morning and me shooting him a text here or there. I very much know he’s a man who’s busy and works with his hands, which keeps him from being near his phone as much. Exactly how I’ll be tomorrow when I’m finally starting the outline of my painting.