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“Yes. Please, yes.”
He starts to pick up his pace, thrusting harder into me. His fingers travel lower, finding my clit, as he starts to rub it to bring me to the edge.
The sound of our skin coming together, the heat on my back from him, the pressure on my clit, and the fierceness he is plunging into me with is bringing me to the precipice. My breathing becomes ragged, and I let out a moan as I start to feel the buildup of my impending orgasm.
“Fuck, Colt. I’m gonna come. Please don’t stop,” I beg.
“Come, Phoenix. Come for me.” His voice is hoarse, his breaths quick.
I let out a scream as I explode in complete ecstasy around him. My body shakes, and my vision blurs through my orgasm. Every nerve ending in my body is feeling like a fire has been started inside me.
I’m brought out of my haze by a roar as Colton releases inside my pussy. I feel his forehead on my back and then lips start to kiss my neck and shoulder.
“That was fucking … fuck. I think you fucked the words right out of me, baby.” Colt laughs. “Stay right here.” He slowly pulls out of me and gets out of bed. My back feels cold from the loss of his body on mine. I start to shiver a bit until I feel a hand turning me on my back.
“Here, spread your legs and let me clean you up.” Colt’s holding a wet washcloth, and he drags it softly across my folds, my skin. He is so tender when he takes care of me. He did the same thing after last night and when I was jumped.
“Where are the other two?” I ask as he finishes and then pulls me up to stand next to him.
“They got up early to go work out. They’re probably back by now or will be soon. Why don’t you go in there, take a shower, and I’ll start some breakfast for you?” He smiles at me and plants a kiss on my forehead.
I head towards the bathroom and stop in my tracks at the sight before me. I didn’t get to appreciate it the last time I was in here, being sick and all. But now … wow. This entire bathroom is pure luxury. Granite countertops, high-end fixtures, and there are three shower heads in the fucking shower. Oh, and did I mention that the shower could hold a baseball team in there? The thing is huge. Seriously, you could fit nine people in this thing.
Fucking rich people and their showers.
There’s a computer on the wall, which I’m guessing works the shower, so I start pushing the screen and get the water set to a good temperature. And in case anyone is wondering, it’s hot. I like my showers scalding hot. If my skin isn’t melting off, it’s not hot enough.
Just saying.
After washing off, I head back out to the bedroom and find a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Shit, I have no underwear. Well, I guess I’m going without. I pull the pants up and tighten the strings to help keep them up. Combing my fingers through my hair, I try to break up any knots. Grabbing my phone, I pad out of the room, my bare feet loud against wood floors. I hear voices to the right down the hall.
Three heads turn towards me as I approach them. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I approach.
“Hey there, Spitfire. How are you feeling this morning?” Daxon’s lips turn up as his eyes roam over me.
“Yeah, I heard you had a very exciting morning. How was your morning wakeup call?” Mason wiggles his eyebrows, grinning.
Now I really feel my cheeks burning. My head swings to Colton, who stares at me. My eyes are wide, and my mouth drops open.
“Well, I didn’t tell them anything, but you just did.” He chuckles.
I bring my hands up to my head and groan.
“Aw, come on, Red. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Mason comes over and kisses my forehead. “Sit. We made you some breakfast. Orange juice?”
“Um, yeah. Please.” I take a look around the island and see a gourmet kitchen in front of me. High-end stainless-steel appliances, huge kitchen sink, what the hell? “Can I ask a question?”
“Sure,” Daxon says as he leans forward on the island countertop.
“Why the hell do you all eat in the dining hall when you have this kitchen?”
The guys bust out laughing, and Daxon walks over to me, putting his arm around me and pulling me close. “Because we can.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Plus, then we would have to do shopping, cook, clean. Yuck.” Mason makes a gagging sound.
“Oh, you poor rich boys. Wouldn’t want you to have to visit a grocery store.” I place my hand over my heart and fake my sincerity.
“I’ll have you know that this is the first time we have ever cooked in here,” Colton retorts.