Page 128 of Finding Denver

“You’re going to kill me,” I whimper.

His chuckle is breathless. “I want to feel your pussy quivering while my cum drips out of you. Can you do that for me?” I nod wordlessly, already rolling my hips against his fingers, chasing another orgasm that might just destroy me. “Perfect,” he whispers, kissing my chest, running his tongue along the sweat there. “So fucking perfect.”

My nails press into his bicep, the muscle flexing beneath my grip as he moves with tenderness, his fingers curling inside me, the heel of his palm pressed against my clit.

“You’re filled with me, Del,” he says softly in my ear.

My breath shudders. “Say that again.”

“You’refilled with my cum.”Fuck. The words push me closer to my orgasm, my pussy clenching around Colt’s knuckles. “It’s all over my fingers. Should I make you sleep with it dripping out of you?“

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he breathes, moving his fingers faster. “Come for me, Del. Come on my fingers.”

I moan deeply, thrusting my hips against his hand while he finger fucks me harder and faster, the pleasure building, his voice low and deep in my ear—and I explode. Pleasure rains over me and I smile wordlessly, my entire body in the grip of ecstasy until it slowly eases away.

Colt falls onto his back beside me, and just when I think my body couldn’t even come close to being aroused again, he sucks his fingers clean, and a zip of excitement runs through me.

I hold my hand in the air and list things off on my fingers. “Dancing. Ice-skating. Sex. Three things you’re very good at.”

He laughs. I roll into his side and drape my leg over his stomach, his arm around my shoulders. He says, “It’s just occurred to me that I used the word ‘forever.’”

I run my fingertip across the tattoos on his abs. “You did.”

“… Did that freak you out?”

“No.” I angle my head to meet his eye. “Did it scare you?”

He shakes his head. “This is forever to me.”

My heart beats a little faster, a flutter of nerves invading my stomach and chest. I’ve married two men. I thought I’d be with them forever, too, but both hurt me.

Colt kisses my forehead. “One step at a time. We’re not in a rush.”

I nod. If I’ve learned anything from being married, it’s that words are nice, but actions mean more. Wyatt said he loved me, but he lied. Ranger said he wouldn’t fuck this up, but he did. I want to show Colt this is more to me. I want him to show me, too.

“Shower?” I say, and he gets up quickly, scooping me into his arms.

We shower, but we’re minutes into it before Colt is hard and I’m desperate for more. The tiles are hard on my knees as I take him into my throat, his eyes burning with desire as I lick and swallow him. He takes me back to bed and buries his face between my thighs, making me come over and over until I fall asleep.

My dreams are a watercolor version of the day, muddled and confusing, except Colt doesn’t come for me. I sit in my room and wait for a knock that never comes, and I can’t move to get to him. I’m fixed in place, staring out a window—and the glass cracks, a gunshot through?—

I breathe in sharply as my eyes open.

Colt kisses my shoulder blade. “You were dreaming.”

My dream is banished by the deep timbre of his voice, and I turn to face him, nuzzling into his chest.

He suddenly sits up. “Ranger, no!”

Blood spatters the bed, a gunshot screaming through peace and I scream, I scream, I scream?—

“Denver.” Colt touches my face, and I open my eyes. I’m panting frantically, sweat sticking to my skin. “It was a dream.” I shake my head, clinging to him, and he strokes my hair away from my face. “You were dreaming, that’s all.”

Dreaming. Not real. No blood, no bullets, no Ranger.

Colt kisses me. “You’re safe.” He pulls me close to him and I drape my leg over his stomach, cuddling into his side. He kisses my forehead. “You’re safe.”