Fight (Velocity, #2) (Velocity Series)

by Molly McLain

  My fingers work his fly and zipper open, and I waste no time, reaching inside his boxers. He’s already hard and, while I’ve felt him before, I never had the chance to just explore. To learn where he’s soft and smooth, thick and heavy. Where his sensitive spots are and how the rest of his body reacts to my touch.

  He groans against my nipple when I curl my hand around his length and stroke, ever so slowly from root to tip. He’s broader there, and the tickle of his velvety head against my palm sends another delicious shiver down my spine.

  I want him in my mouth. I want to know if he tastes as good as I think he will. Whether he’ll be gentle and let me run the show, or if he’ll take the reins and show me what he likes instead.

  “More than once, I’ve thought about this,” I say, rolling my thumb around his crown. “Wondering if you were really as big as I guessed.”

  He works his mouth back up to mine, taking it in a slow, soul seeking kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes. My nipples, beaded against his bare torso, throb with desire and I know it won’t take long. Just a little bit of Col and I’m ready to fly.

  His fingers slide over mine, working his shaft up and down. We share the moment for just a few strokes before he clasps my wrist and guides my fingers to the waistband of my leggings.

  “Show me,” he rasps. “Show me what you do when thinking about me isn’t enough.”

  Good God.

  “Shower,” I demand, and, in moments, we’re completely naked, making our way beneath the spray.

  I want to close my eyes and do nothing but relish in everything he’s making me feel, but my greedy curiosity won’t let me. I need to take him in first. And then I want to watch everything I make him feel play across his face when I do as he’s asked.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his gaze cast down between us where I’m bare and where his erection presses against my belly.

  “So are you.” I wrap my fingers around him again, this time taking his balls into my other hand. He’s so heavy. So full. And that turns me on like crazy.

  “Goddamn,” he groans, watching my hands in action. “That feels fucking amazing.”

  Just wait.

  I turn him around so his back presses against the rear of the stall, and I drop to my knees. He wants to know what I think about? What I do when I get him off in my head?

  I’ve waited too long for this to mess around with virginal niceties, so I waste no time taking him into my mouth with the spray of the shower hitting my shoulders. It’s an erotic feeling, the water in the back and him in the front…his cock sliding in deep between my lips.

  “Jesus Christ, Taylor.” His hands feather into my hair and I feel the hesitation in his touch as clearly as I hear the desperation in his voice. He’s as hungry as I am, but he doesn’t know my boundaries. What I like and what I don’t. And the thing is, I’m not sure I do either. He’s unlike any other guy I’ve been with, in that I completely trust him…and what turns him on turns me on.

  Despite my fascination, I release his balls and let my hand relocate to my chest. The gentle brush of my fingertips over one nipple has his hands winding tighter in my hair and his cock pulsing against my tongue.

  “More,” he demands, and I follow my full-body shiver with a more purposeful pinch, eliciting a moan from both of us. “Go on, baby, show me,” he pants as I suck him deep and let my fingers finally slide to the place we both want them.

  “Ah, fuck…” His hips begin to flex, as I spread my knees to give him a better view of the attention I give my swollen clit. I can’t resist looking up at him, taking in that sexy-as-hell furrow in his brow and the way his nostrils flare as he watches me. “Is that what you do, Tee? You play with your pretty pussy when you think of me?”

  I’m not going to last. I’m just…hell. It’s too much with him fucking my mouth. Too much with how worked up I am. The coil of pleasure grips tighter in my core, stealing my breath. I let him slip from my mouth as my vision goes black and the most intense orgasm ever screams through my body.

  I cry. Totally freaking cry as the sensations overcome me, sending me into a realm of pleasure I’m not sure I’ve experienced before.

  Colton pulls me up into his arms, whispering soft words in my ear, as he shuts off the water and helps me out. I’m in a fog. A cloud of such crazy wild emotion that it doesn’t fully hit me that he’s carrying me to the bed until my back hits the blankets and his shoulders notch under my thighs. I think a phone rings in the distance or maybe it’s just my ears. I don’t freaking care. I need more of him.

  “Mine,” he growls, as he buries his face between my legs. “You did this for me and I want it.” Then his mouth is on me, feeling like he’s everywhere at once. His tongue, his fingers, the unapologetic scrape of his stubble…

  I crest the wave again in moments, this time with my fingers in his hair.

  “I fucking love you,” he says, climbing back up to me with wild eyes. “How could you not know that?” he asks, brushing my tears away with just as much emotion in his voice.

  “Show me,” I mimic his earlier request at the same time I reach between us and notch him at my opening. “Show me how much.”

  Something utterly beautiful falls over his face, as he levers down above me, his forearms on either side of my head.

  “I should’ve done this right the first time,” he says, the tip of his cock sliding slowly inside, loving me in a way he hasn’t before. “Maybe then you would’ve believed me.”

  The sincerity in his expression, the tender way in which he claims me, makes me feel like such a fool. This man would never hurt me on purpose. The stuff in Vegas… He was just as scared as I was, wanting something he wasn’t sure he could really have. Wanting to do his damnedest to prove he was worthy of the love I’d confessed.

  Well, no more. Our fears have already taken too much from us and I won’t waste another minute doubting the gift that the past fifteen years has given us.

  He’s my best friend and now my lover. My rock. My everything.

  Silent tears slip from my eyes as he moves inside of me, yet I speak with more conviction than I’ve felt in months. “I love you, too. So, so much.”

  His clenched jaw and determined eyes soften only minutely. “Gonna make you say that a million times.”

  My smile is interrupted by the purposeful thrust of his hips and the residual moan he stirs up low in my throat.

  “Feel that, Tee?” he rasps, as he grinds hard and grips my hips like he owns me. “How deep I am?”

  How could I not?

  “Wanna be as close to you as I can get.” His eyes lock with mine, showing his intentions loud and clear. “Wanna feel you like no one else has.”

  Yesss! “Col!” I cry out, the fullness of him inside of me creating the perfect friction.

  “I’m all yours, Tee.” His face strains and his hips pump fast, as he chases after his own release. Then suddenly he’s there, head thrown back, and buried in me to the hilt.

  Slowly his body relaxes and he presses his forehead to mine, our ragged breaths mingling. “Tell me you’re mine, too. That I can have this again and again.”

  “I’ve always been yours, Col.”

  Chapter Eight

  Colton

  Nine o’clock in the morning and Taylor’s still snoring softly against my chest. Well, not snoring, per se. More like she’s making sweet noises that sound a hell of a lot more innocent than the ones she made last night.

  I smile to myself and press a kiss to the top of her head. I am so gone for this girl. She’s been everything to me for so long and, last night, she blew my fucking mind.

  At some point, we should talk about the fact that we didn’t use any protection, but I trust that she’s got some of that covered. The bigger issue is my track record. I’d like to think that she let me go bare because she trusts I’d never put her in danger, but it’s not something I want her to have a single doubt about.

  The truth is…I’ve never gone without a
condom before. And that’s a big fucking deal to me.

  She shifts a bit, pulling her leg up onto mine, before she sighs and dozes off soundly again. I should wake her up, just in case she has class or work or something else important to get to, but I’m not in a hurry for this to end. By the way my phone was ringing last night—and the way it kept vibrating when I finally silenced it—this rendezvous will be over sooner than I want it to be, as it is.

  Careful not to wake Sleeping Beauty, I grab my cell and open my text conversation from Tito. The first message, sent sometime while Taylor and I were at the refuge, doesn’t surprise me: Louie’s wondering where the fuck you are. Said you’d better get your ass into his office ASAP with some answers. But the second text, from about an hour ago, when we would have just hit the locker room for practice, is much more interesting: Dante’s looking for you, too, man. Says Bria’s full of shit.

  Of course, Trey’s agent is going to say that—he’s got his client’s best interest in mind. With all the drama that follows Bria, I wouldn’t be surprised if no one jumps to claim this kid.

  Which means I need to clear my name and fast. Now that Taylor and I are in a better place, getting the legal shit with Liz settled and then this BS with Bria are my number one and number two priorities. I’d rather it be riding, but I did this to myself, making shit more difficult than it needed to be.

  I glance down at Taylor again and my chest tightens. How I got so lucky with her, from day one, is beyond me. I’m just your average small-town guy, trying to make something of his life. I fuck up more than I succeed, yet she’s given me chance after chance to redeem myself, loving me no matter the outcome. If I never win another event, it won’t matter, because I’ve got everything that really matters right here in this bed.

  Dante’s just protecting Trey’s slimy ass, I text back to Tito. No time for that shit.

  Make time is my roommate’s response. Trey says the kid ain’t his. Swears he hasn’t messed with Bria in months. He’s pissed about the drug accusation.

  Now, that’s funny. Whatever. I saw what he had at Dante’s party. I know what he planned with Taylor. That’s not something I’m likely to forget or forgive him for, for that matter.

  I hear ya, man, but he seems legit.

  Or he’s freaking out because his crime is about to come to light.

  You need to talk to him. Dante, too, Tito adds.

  They can wait until I get back.

  Not sure Louie will though. He’s wild.

  Shit. I clench my eyes shut. I like Louie. Minus the fact that he brought Chase McKinnon onto the team. That aside, I’m damn grateful for the chance he gave me all those years ago and the career he’s helped me grow since. I’ll call him.

  Good. Get this mess straightened out and get your ass back here.

  Will do.

  A minute passes and I assume he’s done riding my ass, then my phone pings again.

  Send my love to Taylor.

  Fucker. I snort and toss the phone over to my duffel bag. No more distractions when I have a gorgeous—and naked—woman laying next to me.

  “Am I dreaming?” said woman murmurs against my chest. “Tell me last night wasn’t all in my head.”

  I chuckle and shift my hips just enough for my erection to graze her belly. “How’s that for proof?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She stretches her arms above her head with a smile and her pretty tits lift from beneath the sheet.

  Not only is she gorgeous, but I’m ready for another round of make up sex, so I don’t hesitate to cup a greedy palm around one of those perfect, pink-tipped beauties. I know women’s bodies can change a little depending on the time of the month and I assume that’s what’s going on with her right now, because they seem…bigger. Her nipples are darker, too. Plumper.

  So plump, in fact, that I can’t resist lowering my head and tasting one with the tip of my tongue.

  “Oh, God,” she moans as I roll her over and suck her swollen bead between my lips. In minutes, she’s writhing beneath me, her hips lifting greedily to my cock. All I’d have to do is lift her leg and I’d be buried inside…but that’d be too easy.

  “You want something, Tee?” I chuckle against her damp skin, my mouth as relentless as my fingers working her other nipple.

  A shudder works its way down her hot little body and her fingers wind tight in the sheets. “I want you,” she pants. “Jesus, Colton.”

  “Like it when you say my name like that,” I taunt, grinding my shaft into her soft belly. “So fucking sexy.”

  Her back arches off the bed beneath me, and I slide a quick arm around her and flip us over, so she’s straddling my lap, looking like a vixen with those blushing breasts and her long, dark hair in a fucked-all-night mess around her face. A slow smile tilts those parted lips, and then she’s rotating her hips, taking what I wouldn’t give her. She lifts up just enough to align my dick with her pussy and then it’s my turn to groan.

  “Fuck, Taylor…” The tight, wet slide of her body onto mine makes my eyes roll and my fingers dig into her hips deep enough to bruise. It also reminds me of the risk we’re taking. Again. “We good like this?” I ask her, through gritted teeth.

  Eyes closed and head thrown back, she nods and continues riding me like I’m a fucking rodeo bull. It’s not the I trust you, baby concession I’d prefer, but it’ll do. For now.

  In no time at all, she’s clenching around me and scratching her nails down my chest, as she moans. And moans and moans. Just hearing her come apart sends me over, too, and I slam up to meet her pulsing grip, spilling everything I’ve got deep inside of her.

  Then my phone rings.

  “Nice to know I’m banging such a wanted man,” she giggles as she slides to my side just long enough to kiss me. When she hurries off to the bathroom, I forget the phone and focus on her pert little ass bouncing across the room.

  “Banging?” I call after her. “Is that what we’re going to tell people? That we’re banging?”

  She laughs and turns the water on. She says something but I can’t make it out, because the fucking phone rings again.

  “Enough already!” I swing my legs over the side of the bed and snatch up the damn thing, my jaw clenching tight when I see the caller ID. Liz. I reject the call and block her number. There isn’t a damn thing she can say that I want to hear.

  Taylor’s soft lips nuzzle against the middle of my back a moment before she presses a warm washcloth to my junk. I smile and drop my chin to my chest to watch her clean me up. It’s sweet and not something anyone’s ever done for me before. Probably because I’ve always worn a rubber.

  “Babe…” I circle my fingers around her slender wrist and lift it to my mouth, kissing softly. “We should talk about birth control.”

  Her still-naked body goes rigid behind me. “It’s fine. I’m fine,” she says a little too quickly.

  Hmm. Turning, I’m not sure I like the way she’s chewing on her lip or the way her eyes dart back and forth across my chest, never going higher than my collarbone.

  “I’d never go in bare if I thought there was any chance I’d…hurt you in some way.” I lift her chin with one finger. “You know that, right?”

  She nods, but only meets my gaze for a second before pretending there’s something in her eye. “I’m clean, too. I just had a checkup,” she says, rubbing at her lashes.

  A hundred bucks says she’s thinking about all the shit with Bria, yet biting her tongue. “I love you.”

  Just like that, she drops her hand and glances up at me, her uncertainty gone. “I love you, too.”

  “Good. I—are you fucking serious right now?” I roar as my phone rings in my hand.

  Taylor toes up and kisses my cheek. “The harem wants their Country Boy. You’d better oblige.”

  Ha, funny. A quick glance at the screen says she’s partially right—it’s my lawyer and a call I don’t want to miss. “Give me ten minutes?”

  “Sure. I’ll grab a shower.”

  I
groan inwardly and, for a half-second, consider blowing Richard off, too. Taylor in the shower is quickly becoming my favorite fantasy come true. “Five minutes,” I promise, swiping to the call. “Morning, Richard.”

  Taylor grins and gives her ass a naughty little shake as she traipses out of the room, the little cock tease.

  “Colton, Colton, Colton,” my lawyer chuckles in my ear. “I go out of town for one weekend and all hell breaks loose.”

  “Like to keep you on your toes,” I reply wryly. I apparently also like to keep him in good money, but I’ll never admit that out loud. Instead, I tell him everything about Liz, the ProFit contracts, and Bria, too, in case we need any damage control.

  “I’m not really worried about your agent,” he sighs. “Your contract with her ends in six weeks anyhow.”

  “Six weeks too damn long.”

  “I think you’re forgetting about the opt out non-renewing clause that Liz wanted added to the contract way back when you first signed with her. In fact, I’m guessing she has, too.”

  I frown. “I still fired her.”

  “And you have sixty days on either side of a contract renewal to do that without much more than a slap on the hand.”

  “What does that mean exactly?” Using one hand, I pull on my boxers and drop to the bed.

  “By letting her go, you’ve basically told her that you’ve elected not to renew her contract and you’re allowed to do that right now, with the only ramification being you keep her on your payroll until the contract expires.”

  “I don’t want to pay her at all.”

  Richard laughs. “I understand, but paying her wages as opposed to her taking you to court is the much better option. You’ll save a considerable amount of money by sucking it up for a few more weeks.”

  Fuck. “Okay, fine. But what about ProFit?”

  “That’s where things get a little sticky and I’m really kicking myself right now for not insisting you have me look at every single piece of paper put in front of you before you sign.”