13. Dallas

Dallas

H oly shit, that was the most amazing experience of my life. My entire body is still tingling from the high he brought me to. Colt can say that was all me all he wants, but it was us.

God, it was perfect.

How could something so damn good be wrong? I've never felt that kind of pleasure. It washed over me so suddenly, I didn't even have time to think about it. I let go in that moment. And in that moment, I was truly free. For the first time in my entire life.

I don't want it to be over, and then I hear Colt asking me not to go. As if I would be the one to run away from him after that intense orgasm. I'm far more afraid he's going to tell me I should go after using him the way that I did. I look down between our bodies, my cock still semi-hard and covered in my own juices. His shaft is pressed against his jeans, unattended. "Oh God, you didn't..." I look up at him, and he's watching me carefully.

"It's okay," he says, but I know it has to be painful.

I know I should return the favor. But I don't know how. I mean, my body was mostly on autopilot with sheer lust driving me on. Now that I've started to come down from that high, what do I do? How can I make him feel good? I quickly become overwhelmed and feel like an idiot. "That's not fair."

He actually laughs at that, not cruelly, but it's a light laugh that tumbles out of his mouth easily as he pulls me to him, shocking the hell out of me. "It was perfect," he says so firmly I believe him. He's not angry with me. And he's not expecting anything from me. "Everything about it, Dallas. It was perfect. I hope I never get the memory of watching you come out of my head. My mind will play it over and over again because it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

My entire face flushes all the way to the tips of my ears. I should probably be ashamed, but I'm not. Or horribly embarrassed that I used him that way, but he's right. It was a beautiful moment. I can't regret it. I won't. Maybe the doubt will come later—I'm sure it will—but for right now, I'm still basking in the beauty of it all.

"I, um..." I look down at the sticky mess again and then up at him sheepishly. "I'd like to stay, but I'm kind of a mess."

He grins at that and then presses a sweet kiss against my lips. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll feed you. How about that?"

I grin. I think I may actually be beaming. I feel so damn happy at the thought he still wants to hang out with me. He wants to eat dinner with me. "I did kind of work up an appetite."

His smile is almost blinding as he takes my hand and leads me to the only bathroom. "I'll go find some clothes for you to wear." He hands me a washcloth, and I just stare at it mindlessly. "Unless you want to shower?"

For some reason, an image of him naked and wet, his body against mine in the small shower of his bathroom hits me out of nowhere, even knowing he was talking about me showering alone. My dick is firming up again already. I love the sound of that, but I decide I might not be totally ready for it and manage to squeak out, "Washcloth is fine."

He gives me a quick, reassuring nod. "Okay. I'll be right back."

He leaves, and I look at my reflection in the mirror, gasping when I see myself. My hair is all over the place, my lips are swollen and puffy, but I'm actually glowing. I barely recognize myself. There's a lightness in my eyes I don't remember ever seeing and certainly never actually feeling before. My shirt is wrinkled, and drying cum is all over the bottom of it and the top of my jeans.

I see Colt approaching in the reflection, watching me. "Beautiful," he says, looking at me through the mirror.

How did everything change so damn fast?

The way he's watching me, it feels like a dream, but it's also very real. I know it is. Colt may be a tough man, but he's genuine. That much I'm certain of.

"I'll be in the kitchen, okay?" he says as he leaves a bundle of clothes for me on the sink.

I nod dumbly as I watch him leave and then do my best to clean up after stripping down. I pull on his black sweats and a white t-shirt that smells like him. I feel like I'm wrapped in him, and it's the safest I've ever felt.

I glance in the mirror one more time and try to tell myself to get it together, that tonight was just a fluke. Maybe it's been a long time since he's gotten laid, and he was desperate. Maybe he just has a huge ego and wanted to be the first to make me come.

But I know, deep down, none of that is true. I just feel it.

I grab my cum-covered clothes and walk out of the bedroom, heading to the kitchen. Colt sees me, a beautiful grin on his face as he approaches, taking the clothes from me, unbothered by the stickiness, and heading into the small laundry room off the kitchen. "I'll get these back to you, okay?"

He waits for me to nod before tossing them into the washer and starting a load. He turns around to face me, his eyes assessing me. His gaze is penetrating and makes me shiver with a raw need I've never experienced in my whole life.

"Fuck, I really like you in my clothes." His throaty need is palpable as he assesses me, and it sends a shiver throughout my entire body.

I bite on my bottom lip, and I notice he tracks the motion.

"A lot," he says as he approaches me, placing his hands on my hips. "Is this okay?" he asks the second part quietly, his voice rough, and I manage to nod just before he kisses me softly.

I want more instantly, my need ratcheting up to a new level and my dick going rock-hard again. The sweats do nothing to hide it, and when my erection bumps against his, I cry out in hungry need, practically clawing at him, begging for more, but he's already separating from the kiss, gently pushing me back.

"Food."

"But..." I pout shamelessly, and he just chuckles.

But then his expression turns slightly serious. "I think we probably need to talk about some things before we do that again."

I perk up at that. "So we can do that again?" My mind focuses on that part, and he just laughs again—the sound so pretty as he walks to the stove.

"Mind out of the gutter. Help me."

I huff, but I'm not actually annoyed. My cock is still stiff in my pants as I make my way over to him. Okay—not that annoyed.

We start to chop up vegetables together for stir-fry, and he heats up the pan, but before we really start going, he turns to me, his eyes serious. "I need you to know I didn't plan this. Any of this. I was just trying to get to know you, and this..."—he motions between us—"I never saw this coming."

I cock my head to the side, studying him. I can tell he needs me to believe him. "I know that." I would never think a guy like him could ever even want me, let alone plan to seduce me. "I'm pretty sure I jumped you."

He barks out a laugh and takes some of the chicken we also cut up, tossing it into the pan. "I'm pretty sure it was totally mutual."

"Yeah, right," I snort. The man is absolute perfection. "How the hell are you single? I bet you have guys from all over wanting you." I stiffen at the thought and not just because of the intense wave of jealousy that washes over me. I turn to look at him. "Oh God. You are single, right?'

"Yes," he answers immediately. "I haven't been in a relationship since high school." He stirs the food as it sizzles in the pan. "What about you?"

I laugh at that because it's totally ridiculous. "You know I am."

"I didn't know because you hadn't told me," he says firmly. Telling me more in that sentence that he actually said out loud. That he doesn't assume things.

"I'm single," I say it directly now.

"Good," he says with a grin and keeps making our dinner as I go to set the table. It feels like I've done this a million times. Like we've had a lifetime together, even though it hasn't been that long at all.

We sit down to eat, but my stomach rolls before I can take a bite. "Colt, what are we doing?"

He looks at me, his expression unreadable. Is he angry? Or sad? Disappointed? I can't tell. "Are you regretting what happened?" he asks quietly, looking down at his plate and away from me.

"What?" I gasp, and he looks back up. "No. I could never regret that. Never." My eyes roam inadvertently toward the living room where I came less than an hour ago. Where I experienced so much pleasure, my entire body is still tingling with it. "Never."

He looks relieved, and I notice he lets out a deep breath. "Good. I don't think I could take that."

Oh God, he thought I was going to run away. I mean, of course he did. That's what I do. That's what I've always done. But something changed for me the moment his lips touched mine—or maybe when I finally gave myself the permission to just feel—and it's not a temporary change.

No, I'm not going to shout from the rooftops what happened here tonight. Hell, I might not be able to tell anyone about it, but it doesn't matter. It happened, and it was just like Colt said. It was perfect.

"Even though you didn't..." I blush, but I do feel guilty he didn't find his own release.

"It was everything," he says, his gaze firm with determination, and I nod in understanding, even though I'm not sure how that's possible. "So what did you mean by what are we doing?"

I shrug, looking down at my plate now, feeling kind of stupid as I push the food around with my fork. "I mean, this was just supposed to be us getting to know each other until you figured out I'd be a trainwreck as a parent." He winces, and I flinch, hating myself for bringing up the true reason we're here.

"I don't know, Dallas." My heart starts to sink, but I try to focus enough to listen as he continues, "I just know I like this." I swear I see him blush a little bit. "Not just the sex part, but you coming here every Saturday. Eating with you. Talking with you. Getting to know you."

Now I'm the one blushing. "We haven't had sex," I blurt out and again want to kick myself. I spent so long not talking much, and now I'm starting to think that was good decision-making on my part.

"Pretty sure you came in my hand not too long ago." He winks at me, and I'm blushing all the way to my ears now, thinking about climbing under the table to hide.

"That's not the same thing."

"Trust me on this, Dallas. It was the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen in my life, and to me, it counts."

My tongue dips out to wet my bottom lip. My cock stands up at attention, and my brain is shorting-out at his words. "It counts," I say it firmly, nodding my head, and when I'm rewarded with his smile, I know that's what he wanted to hear.

What are we doing?

I have no idea.

But I know I don't want it to stop.