Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Colter

"Where are we going?" Leia asks, leaning her head against the window to look at me. "You passed the street for my office."

"We’re not going to your office. I’m taking you home with me." I hesitate for a minute. "Shit. I’m supposed to be a gentleman and give you a choice here, aren’t I?"

"Do you want to give me a choice?"

"Fuck, no," I growl truthfully, my hands tight around the steering wheel as I head out of town. "I want to take you home, feed you, and then fuck you until you pass out. And if I’m lucky, when you wake up in the morning, I’ll get to do it again."

"I like this plan," she whispers, her voice gritty.

I whip my head in her direction, shocked.

She smiles at me, a blush climbing up her cheeks. "Maybe this is the part where I’m supposed to pretend that I don’t want to go home with you, but it’d be a lie too, Colter. You’re growing on me."

"Me or my dick."

She rolls her eyes. "I was going to say you, but now that you mention it…"

"Don’t make me stop this truck, Trouble."

She laughs quietly and then sobers. "I’ve never done any of this before. Don’t break my heart, Colter."

"Break it? I’m going to wrap it up in bubble wrap and keep it in a vault so no one else can ever get close to it. I want it all to myself," I say, not even joking a little bit. The more time I spend with her, the less I want to let anyone else close to her. I didn’t fall in love with her. She knocked me on my ass and stole my damn heart right out of my chest.

It’s fine, though. My heart belongs in her capable little hands. When she’s anywhere near me, I feel as if it’s trying to beat out of my chest to get to her like in one of those damn cartoons. Every second, I’m a livewire, my synapses firing at the speed of light.

My words soften her expression, lighting those sky-blue eyes. She grins at me, genuinely at ease as she settles back against her seat. "What are we having for dinner?"

I run through a list of options in the fridge and quickly realize I don’t have much of anything to work with unless I go grocery shopping first. Since I thought I’d be in Chicago this weekend, I’ve avoided going. "How do you feel about takeout, and I’ll cook for you tomorrow?"

"Takeout from where?"

"First Class Pizza? The Trust Fund Café? The 5th Avenue Diner?" I ramble off suggestions.

"Pizza sounds good to me."

I use Bluetooth to call it in while she plays with her phone. I’m not sure who she’s texting, but she mumbles to herself as her fingers fly across her screen, and then she laughs and types something else. She’s so fucking cute. I don’t think she knows how to be anything but sassy and playful. It’s who she is at her core.

"What are you up to over there?" I ask after a minute, genuinely curious.

"Texting my sisters."

"Exactly how many sisters do you have?"

"Four."

"Jesus."

"We have a brother too."

"Your parents were busy," I mutter, shaking my head as I whip around an SUV going ten under. "I always wanted a bunch of siblings, but I was an only child. My parents are both surgeons. They didn’t have much time for me. Honestly, I don’t even know why the fuck they had me."

"My sisters and I are adopted," she says softly. "Um, we were taken away from our bio parents more than once. They left us to go grocery shopping the last time and just never came home. We were there for like a week before the neighbor found us."

"Jesus Christ," I whisper, my stomach twisting. I turn on the blinker to pull off onto the dirt road leading to my house. "That’s fucked up, Leia."

"Yeah, it is." She sits in silence for a moment. "We were separated in foster care. Once Adalynn’s foster parents realized she had four sisters, they demanded that we all be placed together with them." A smile enters her voice. "They adopted all five of us as soon as they could."

"Yeah?"

She nods, turning to smile at me. "Our parents are amazing."

Thank God. She deserves that. I don’t know her sisters, but I know how much she loves them. I hear it in her voice, and see it written all over her face. They mean the world to her. I’m glad as hell they found a safe place to land, somewhere with people who love them the way they deserve. The shit they went through as little girls…no kid deserves that.

I understand how it shaped Leia, though. She’s fierce because she had no choice. She’s a survivor because she had to be. She went through something traumatic and horrific when she was just a little girl and came out with a spine forged from steel. Nothing stops her.

We bounce over potholes on the way up to the house. Leia sits forward, peering through the window in avid curiosity. I slow down a little to let her take it in. I live in an old farmhouse several miles outside of town. I’ve spent most of the last six months fixing the place up. It looks like a whole new house now, but I haven’t done much with the inside.

"Wow," she whispers. "Your home is beautiful, Colter."

Is it too soon to hope like hell she wants it to be her house too? Because that’s exactly what page I’m on right now. I can see her here, chasing our kids around in the big yard, making love on the patio, sassing me in the massive kitchen. Falling asleep in my arms in our bed. I want that so fucking badly I can taste it.

Who gives a shit if it’s too soon? The only rules I’ve ever played by are the ones that keep me on the ice. The rest never mattered much to me. What people think, the things they say, none of that shit ever registered. Why should it now? This goddess isn’t a puck bunny. She doesn’t sleep around. I mean something to her. I don’t think she’d be here right now if she weren’t ready for the same thing. If anyone has anything to say about that, they can fuck right off.

I pull up in front of the doors and kill the engine, my hands still locked around the steering wheel. "It’s not a home. Not yet."

"Oh. Why not?"

"Because you’re not living in it."

"Colter." She blinks wide eyes at me, her lips parted as if she isn’t sure what to say. As if she can’t tell if I’m serious or just teasing her.

"Just thought I should lay all my cards on the table before we go inside," I say, holding her gaze. "Because this isn’t a fling for me, Leia. You aren’t a fling." I swallow hard. "Once I get you in my bed, I won’t want you to leave it. I fully intend to play as dirty as I have to play to make you fall in love with me."

"I don’t think…" She exhales a nervous breath. "I don’t think you’ll have to play very dirty at all, Bossy."

"Fuck," I groan, tipping my head back against the seat as my dick imprints against my zipper.

"But I am worried," she whispers.

"About what?"

"I don’t want anyone to think I got this story by sleeping with you." She glances away from me, her shoulders bowed. "It may seem like a little thing to you, but it’s important to me that I be taken seriously on my own merits. I don’t want to start off with people thinking I only get scoops because of you."

"So we’ll keep my name out of it," I say with a shrug. "I’m not here for credit, Leia. I’m here for you. You’re chasing a bookie. I don’t want you doing it alone. It’s that simple. No one has to know I’m involved at all if you don’t want them to know. How much you say is up to you."

"That doesn’t seem particularly fair to you, though."

"Chasing stories isn’t my job. It’s yours. I’m here because you’re here, plain and simple. And spending time with you is, by far, the best reward I’ve ever gotten in my life."

Her gaze flits across my face. "You mean that, don’t you?"

"Uh, fuck yeah. You consume every thought in my brain, Trouble. I’ve had more fun with you than I’ve ever had on the ice."

Her smile chases the worry from her eyes. "You’re not so bad yourself, Bossy. Your driving sucks, and you have no patience, but seven out of ten would spy with you again."

"Seven out of ten?" I growl, digging my fingers into the sides of her suit jacket to topple her against my chest. "Seven out of ten?"

She laughs loudly, trying to fight me off as I wrap my arms around her, claiming her lips in a deep kiss. As soon as I kiss her, she stops fighting and starts pulling me closer like the greedy little thing she is. Her moan goes straight to my cock. Fuck, everything about her in my arms goes straight to my cock.

She feels like silk and tastes like tart cherries.

I pull the clip from her hair, sending the long blonde tresses tumbling. Her floral scent swirls around us. "Goddamn," I groan against her mouth. "You smell delicious, pretty baby."

"So do you," she whispers, running her hands up and down my chest.

"Lean back. I want to see something." I place my hands on her hips to hold her steady as she leans back against the steering wheel. There isn’t much room to work with in the truck, but I don’t need much right now. I just need to see her, touch her. Christ, I can’t wait.

I help strip her jacket away, leaving her in a lacy camisole that barely covers anything. It’s sheer and sexy as hell. Her hard little nipples poke through it, making my mouth water.

"Colter!" she gasps, her hands flying to my hair when I wrap my lips around one.

"Shouldn’t have them out if you don’t want me playing with them, Trouble," I mutter before biting the right nipple.

She gasps again, rocking against my knees. Oh, she’s responsive.

I slide my hand down her stomach, groaning. She’s thick and curvy everywhere. I love it. There’s enough of her to grab onto, enough of her to sink into. I want to glut myself on every inch of her. Fuck. Maybe that’s what I’ll do. Lock her in the bedroom and just keep her there permanently. Who needs hockey when I have a goddess to feast on?

"Colter," she whispers, her voice shaking as I undo the button on her pants. "W-what…?"

"I’m going to make you come, Trouble. Right here. Right now."

"We’re outside," she says as if I’m unaware we’re sitting in my truck. I can tell by the look in her eyes that the thought excites her though. She’s adventurous, curious. As much as she wants to deny it, I think she likes to live on the edge with the threat of being caught hanging over her head.

"Mmhmm." I tug her zipper down. "And you’re going to be a good girl and come all over me anyway."

She bites her lip and then moans, which is answer enough. She wants it. Aches for it. Fuck, this woman was made for me.

I keep my eyes on her face as I slip my hand into her panties, watching her expression. Her eyes widen, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "Fucking hell," I groan, stroking my thumb along her slit. "You’re soaked, pretty baby."

"I know." She rocks her hips against my hand, panting. "Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it was to walk into the Sheriff’s Department like this?"

"Poor baby," I croon. "You’ve been like this that long, huh?"

"Longer," she gasps as I part her folds and home in on her clit. Christ, she’s burning hot against my fingers.

"All day?"

"Longer."

"Fuck." I grind my thumb against her clit, watching as her eyes roll back in her head. Her lips part on a whimper as she rocks her hips against my hand again, eager for more. I give it to her, all my attention focused on her and how damn beautiful she is in this moment. Jesus, I’ve never seen a more perfect sight than her. "How long, Leia?"

"Days," she moans. "Since I met you."

Fuck me. She’s wanted me just as badly as I’ve wanted her the past few days. I knew it, but hearing her confirm it is something else. If she doesn’t fall for me, it’s going to destroy me. There’s no way I’ll survive losing her now. She’s already embedded so deeply under my skin nothing will ever get her out again. She’s a permanent part of me now, as vital to me as air or water.

"Ride my hand, Leia. Let me see how fucking beautiful you are when you’re coming on me," I growl, working her juicy cunt like it’s my mission. "Let me hear you, pretty baby."

"Colter. Oh my god."

She circles her hips, grinding against my hand.

For several long moments, the only sounds are my fingers sliding through her wet folds and her moans. And then I register the sound of tires moving over the gravel behind us. Fuck. The pizza guy is here…and Leia is right on the edge. Her pussy flutters around my fingers.

She hears the car a few seconds after I do. Her eyes fly open on a gasp.

"Don’t stop," I growl. She’s fully clothed and the windows are tinted dark enough to keep him from seeing anything more than the shapes of us. At worst, he’ll see her sitting on my lap, but she doesn’t know that. "Not until you come."

"Colter." She drops her gaze to mine.

"Don’t. Stop."

She nods, excitement firing in her eyes. Her cunt clenches around my finger. She couldn’t deny how much the thought of getting caught excites her if she wanted to, not when I can feel her body responding to it. Her honey practically drips down my wrist, she’s so wet now.

I curl my fingers up, stroking her G-spot. She rocks her hips, her gaze dancing from me to the car behind us and then back to me.

"Think he’ll hear you screaming when you come, Leia?" I ask, running my thumb in slow circles around her clit. "Think he’ll peek in the windows to get a better look at you riding my hand like a good little girl?"

"Colter," she moans.

His car door slams.

"He’s coming this way, pretty baby. Any minute now, he’s going to spot us in the truck and see what I’m doing to do you. He will know I’ve got my hands down your pants, and you fucking love it." I wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her down to me. "He’s going to know you wanted to get caught."

She cries out, her body locking up as that sends her over the edge. She falls forward, collapsing against my chest as the orgasm rips her apart. She writhes through it, panting my name into my throat. I hold her against my chest, my face buried in her hair, one hand still in her panties.

Jesus. I love this woman. So fucking much it’s slightly terrifying.

I keep one eye on the pizza guy as he passes by the truck. He doesn’t even spare us a glance. I don’t think he has a clue we’re in the truck. He’s got his head down, looking at something on his phone.

Once he leaves, I carry Leia inside. I intend to run back out and get the pizza, but she locks her legs around me as soon as we’re over the threshold, and every damn plan I had to feed her before I fuck her flies right out of the window.

I pin her to the door and take her mouth in a hot kiss.

"I want you," she whispers against my lips, pulling at my t-shirt.

I lean back long enough to rip it off over my head.

She reaches for me like a kid in the candy store.

"Nu-uh." I grab her hands, shaking my head. "Your turn. Lose the top, Trouble."

She huffs at me and then quickly yanks her camisole off before tossing it down, leaving her in a simple black bra. "Happy now?"

"Nope. Bra too."

"Bossy," she mumbles, leaning away from the door to unhook it. It falls forward before she quickly strips it off.

Her tits are perfect.

"Damn," I breathe, leaning forward to pull her left nipple into my mouth.

Her head hits the door with a faint thud. She drags her nails down my shoulder blades, moaning. I could die happy hearing that sound. Who am I kidding? This right here is my paradise.

I lave the flat of my tongue across her nipple and then blow on it.

She moans louder. And then louder when I roll the other between my fingers.

I grind my hips against her, my dick so fucking hard it hurts. Jesus. I need inside her like yesterday. This is torture. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want this woman bare beneath me.

I drag her away from the door and stumble into the living room with her. We land in a heap on the sofa, knocking it back several inches. Oh well. I’ve got more important shit to deal with than furniture scuffs on the floor.

"Lift up," I demand, slipping to my knees beside the couch.

She lifts her hips, letting me yank her pants and panties down her legs. I leave her fuck me heels on—those can stay—and then drape her legs over my shoulders.

"What are you doing?" She eyes me warily.

"I’m about to eat you for dinner, so behave and don’t interrupt."

She whimpers, squirming on the couch beneath me.

I run my lips up the side of her leg, groaning. "I can already smell how sweet you are, Leia. I was right all along. You are trouble." I nip her inner thigh. "Big trouble."

"Yeah? I think you like trouble, Colter," she whispers.

"Like it?" I flick my gaze up to her. "I fucking love it."

Her eyes go wide with shock.

I don’t give her a chance to respond. I bury my face in her cunt like the starving, desperate man she’s turned me into. I’ve been thinking about this for two damn days, dreaming about making her come on my tongue. I can’t wait another second.

"Colter!" Her hips lift off the sofa as she shouts my name.

I hook an arm over her waist, dragging her back down beneath me as her honey flows across my tongue like wine. She tastes as sweet as she smells. Goddamn. She’s addictive. I spread her wider, growling when I feel her heels digging into my back.

"You didn’t warn me you tasted like my new addiction, Leia. Now, we’re both in trouble."

"I didn’t know!" she cries. "I didn’t…I didn’t… Oh my god, Colter. What are you doing to me?"

"Making sure you forget other men exist," I growl, thrusting my tongue into her hole. I eat her out, being loud and messy. The filthy sounds spur me out. I spread her cheeks so I can get deeper, eat more of her. "Getting you addicted too."

"Yes," she moans, lifting her hips to rock against my face. "It feels so good. So damn good."

I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard.

She practically levitates as she explodes apart without warning, her mouth open in a silent cry. Her sticky honey floods my mouth, dripping down my chest. I groan, burying myself face first in her pussy like it’s the damn holy grail. I don’t need to breathe. Who needs air?

I lick and suck and feastuntil I can’t take it anymore. My dick is going to break off if I don’t get inside her now.

I place a kiss on her clit and slowly place her legs back on the couch. She sucks in one deep lungful of air after another, her body limp and sated. She’s wrecked and more perfect than ever.

"You’re beautiful," I murmur, rising to my feet long enough to strip out of my pants and shoes. I kick them away before lifting her into my arms. I settle back on the couch, locking her legs around my waist.

She wraps her arms around my waist, moaning when my dick grinds against her clit. This may not be the ideal position for her first time. I don’t know. But I want her in my arms, face to face. I want to hold her while I make love to her.

"Are you ready to be mine, Leia?" I brush her hair away from her face to run my lips across her sweaty skin.

"Yes," she whispers, her eyes fluttering open. Those sky-blue eyes meet mine, full of confidence. "I’m ready, Colter."

Yeah, she is. Fuck.

I brush my lips against hers, coaxing her into a soft kiss as I lift her up. She tenses slightly. "I’ll be gentle since it’s your first time," I promise. "I don’t want to hurt you."

"I don’t think you’re capable of hurting me."

She’s right about that. I’d rip my own heart out before causing hers the least amount of pain. But this is different. I’m not a saint, but I’ve never done this before, either. Never been in love. Never slept with someone who owns me. This is brand new to me, and I want to get it right. She deserves for me to get it right and not be one of those assholes who make the first time a painful memory.

"Kiss me, pretty baby," I breathe, pressing my forehead to hers.

She offers her lips up to me willingly. I lay claim to her mouth, trying to kiss my way into the very fabric of her being. I can’t get enough of her or how she responds to me. She’s so eager, so explosive. When I touch her, it’s like fucking fireworks every time.

I slowly sink her down onto me, taking my sweet time. It’s the most painful pleasure, the most heavenly torture. She’s burning hot around me and so fucking tight. There’s no way I’m going to last long. I ache to slam her down on me and pound into her until we’re both too sated to move. But I don’t do that. I take my time and make her take hers, inch by excruciating inch.

She tenses as I tear her virgin barrier. A soft gasp whispers from her lips. My stomach twists into knots. I freeze, barely daring to breathe.

"Breathe, pretty baby," I murmur, running my lips all over her face. "That’s it. You’re doing so fucking good."

She exhales a shaky breath, her body relaxing. "I’m okay."

"Yeah, you are." I press my face to her throat, breathing her in. "God, you’re amazing. You’re taking me like a goddess, Leia."

Her inner muscles clench around my cock. I growl in ecstasy…in agony. I hardly know which anymore. She’s like a vise around me, and I’m slowly losing my mind here. I need to move. Desperately.

"You like the praises, huh?" I drop her another inch and then another before pressing my mouth to her ear. "Fuck, pretty baby. Just a little bit more. Can you take a little bit more for me?"

"Colter," she moans. "Yes."

"Mm. That’s my good girl." I nip her shoulder, dragging her down another inch. "Do you know how good you feel wrapped around me? You’re driving me crazy, Trouble."

"Same," she gasps, clawing at my shoulders. "Colter, more. Please."

"Yeah? You’re ready for more already?" I slip my free hand into her hair, tipping her head back to force her to meet my gaze. "You’re such a fucking good girl, taking me like you were born for me."

She sobs my name, her inner muscles, clenching around me again.

Fuck. She doesn’t just like praise. She loves it. I store that away for later. I’ll be using it often, especially if it makes her this hot for me. She’s leaving her claw marks all up and down my back, and she’s so wet, I feel her dripping onto me.

"I want to know how good you can be, Leia. Are you ready to take all of me?" I hold her still above me, letting the anticipation build.

"Yes. Do it."

"Mm, look at how eager you are. Fuck," I groan. She has no idea how sexy she is right now, stripped bare, all her walls down, begging me to fuck her. I’m not sure which of us wants it more at this point. Her? Me? We’re drowning together. And fuck, what a way to go.

I yank her the rest of the way down on me, not stopping until her ass lands against my lap. She throws her head back, shouting my name into the room as her inner muscles squeeze the fuck out of my cock.

She sobs my name, squirming on top of me. I don’t have to do anything. She’s so lost in ecstasy she does it herself…lifts herself up and then drops back down, chasing the pleasure. I watch through slit lids, enamored of her and the look on her face.

"Fuck," I groan, gripping her hips. "Just like that, pretty baby. Keep fucking me just like that."

"Need you," she gasps.

I instantly pull her closer. "What do you need, Leia? You need more?" I lift her up and drop her harder. "You need faster?" I pick up the pace, practically bouncing her on my lap. "You need me to tell you how fucking incredible you feel? You’re wrecking me, pretty baby. Christ, you take me so fucking well, I can’t breathe."

"Yes!" she sobs.

I don’t know which part she’s saying yes to, so I give her more of everything. I go harder and faster. I whisper how good she feels and tell her how good she’s doing. Words spill from my lips in a steady stream as I fuck her, driving us both toward the edge of a cliff. Her inner walls flutter and pulse around my dick, her cries of ecstasy growing louder and louder.

"That’s it, pretty baby," I groan, grinding her against the root of my cock every time she lands on my lap. "You’re so close now. I can feel your thighs shaking. Fuck." I press my face to her throat again, kissing and nipping at her skin. "You’re going to come all over me, aren’t you?"

"Y-y-yes," she whimpers. "God, yes."

"Good girl, Leia. God, you’re such a good girl for me." I pump my hips and then rock her against me, using everything I have to get her there before I come. "Give it to me, pretty baby. Come for me before I lose my damn mind." I drop her down on me, grinding her clit against me again.

She embeds her nails in my shoulders, chanting my name as the dam breaks. Her cunt flutters around my cock as she comes, soaking me with her juices. I growl in ecstasy as my balls give up the fight and I fall over the edge with her.

The whole damn world goes black as cum shoots up my shaft, pouring into her. I think my heart stops beating for a minute. The only thing that exists is her. Leia, my curvy goddess with the smart mouth who waltzed into the locker room and changed my entire fucking world.