I don’t hesitate, moving a little faster than I should, but I ignore the punishing twinge of pain and push my sweats down my legs, allowing her to watch me as I stroke my cock to the sight of her.
Her mouth parts in what looks like desire as her hand quickens against her clit.
“Kolter, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—Oh god,” she cries out.
I know she’s moments from falling apart, and I’m all for playing, but there’s only one place I want her coming.
I reach forward and yank her towards me once more, and this time she falls much more willingly, her legs either side of my lap. I take full advantage and thrust my cock right between her thighs.
Her back arches, her head dropping back as her orgasm slams into her. That’s all it took. A little teasing, one deep thrust and fucking fireworks. That’s how it always is with her. Like goddamn magic.
“That’s good, Peaches. Just like that. You only ever come on my cock or my tongue. Is that clear?” I grunt as I continue fucking her hard and rough.
She gasps and moans, nodding shakily as she rides wave after wave of her pleasure.
I feel my own release beginning to build, and I don’t want to hold off any longer.
“Kiss me,” I grit through clenched teeth as I begin losing any composure.
I feel her lips on me in the next moment, and that’s all I need to completely lose it. My orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train, my cock throbbing my cum into her, showing no sign of stopping as our tongues and moans meld together in a perfect storm.
When we’ve wrung every possible ounce of pleasure out of one another, we collapse into each other, our sweat-coated skin sticking together as our heavy breathing gradually evens out. For a moment, I think she might even have fallen asleep, but then her soft voice rasps against my chest.
“I’ll never go anywhere, Kolter. You never have to worry about that. No matter what we have to go through, it’s worth it to share this life with you.”
Her head lifts and her eyes gaze into mine as my chest tightens with love and sorrow.
I’m blessed beyond belief to have earned a love like this from a woman like her. Even more so given she can look in on some of my worst days and love me all the same. But I’m filled with sorrow at the idea that this is all our life will ever be. Danger, tragedy, fear. I don’t want that for her. She deserves more—better. I just have to come up with a plan so I can give that to her.
And fast.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Naomi
I’ve pretty much been attached to Kolter’s hip for the last two days—I’ve barely let him pee without me. He tries to act tough, like he doesn’t need anything, but he almost died. The doctor said he was very touch and go, so rest is the most important part of his recovery. I’ve been doing what I can, but he’s made it impossible to fully watch over him, and now he’s snuck out of the house while I was sleeping.
He sent me a text saying he was going to the store for provisions and would be back soon, but that was hours ago, and I’m getting impatient. I’m half tempted to go looking for him. I don’t even know how he left the place, unless he took a rideshare or something, since his bike is still back at the club.
Ace has texted me a few times to check in on Kolter. Apparently, Kolter hasn’t been responding to any of his messages. I mean, I kind of understand that. All we’ve been doing is eating, sleeping, and screwing, though we’ve had to get creative when it comes to that last one. Kolter insists he’s fine, but I know him too well to believe a word out of his lying mouth.
I’m just responding to a message from Cassi when another text comes in.
Kolter: Meet me here as soon as you can.
Then a pin comes in, dropping the address of a little diner about forty minutes away in the middle of nowhere.
I frown as I text him back.
Me: Why? What’s going on? Are you okay?
Kolter: More shit with the club. I need to get you somewhere safe. Don’t bother grabbing anything. Just hurry, Peaches.
Anxiety fills me as I climb out of bed and slide on some clothes. Worst-case scenarios begin playing in my head, and when I try to call Kolter and it goes to voicemail, I really start to freak out.
I’m in the car in less than ten minutes, my fingers drumming nervously against the steering wheel as I follow Kolter’s directions.
For a moment, I’m tempted to call Ace and see if he knows what’s going on. I think better of it, though. I don’t know what Kolter means when he says things with the club. I know he trusts Ace, and so do I, but I’m worried about putting him in danger if I let on that I know something I shouldn’t.