Page 41 of Irreconcilable Attractions (Westwend Boys #1)
By some unspoken agreement, Colton and I had been sleeping together in his bed since the first time we had sex.
We had stayed up watching a movie that evening, and when it had finished, Colton had stood, stretched, and reached for my hand.
And without any hesitation, I’d taken it.
So, here we were, waking up every morning wrapped around each other, which had made it entirely too easy to hit ‘snooze’ on our exercise routine.
It could have been all the oxytocin screwing with my brain chemistry, considering we’d been fucking like rabbits since then, but I felt needier for Colton than I ever had been before—in and out of the bedroom.
I craved every minute of time together, regardless of how we spent it.
It made it easy to ignore the outside world and fall into the comfort of this bubble we had made.
But this morning, I was determined. We were going to exercise in a way that didn’t involve either of our dicks. It had taken a little coaxing and some well placed tickles to get Colton up, but we successfully made it out the door, albeit with a few grumbles here and there.
Stepping out in the stillness of the early Saturday dawn, the air felt fresh and cool with hardly any humidity weighing it down, which was a pleasant treat for this time of the year.
Making our way down to the road, we started off at a comfortable clip, the silence of the street only interrupted by our panting and the occasional complaint of ‘getting enough exercise already’.
“Even the birds aren’t awake yet…” Colton groused as we continued along.
I pressed my lips between my teeth, trying to hide my smirk as he let out a small groan when the sun moved out from behind a cloud.
“This was your idea.” I reminded him as we began the descent down the street toward the river, somehow finding his petulant attitude endearing.
Had it been anyone else, I would have already been over the remarks, but from Colton? It was kind of… cute.
“Not this morning, it wasn’t.” He quipped back, his eyebrows scrunching together in disapproval. “I wanted to stay curled up in bed with you and enjoy a lazy morning. Instead, we’re out before even the regular coffee shops are open.”
“It’s not that early.” I huffed in amusement.
He made a disgruntled sound that made me lose the battle against a good-natured eye roll.
As we rounded the bend in the street closest to the river, I marveled at the way the light danced over the water’s surface. God, it was fucking beautiful. Suddenly, though, Colton’s hand shot out, wrapping around my bicep as he yanked me off the road.
“Hey!” I yelped, stumbling along after him as he pulled me down to the river’s edge. My back roughly hit against tree bark as Colton’s body caged me in. We were out of sight from the street but completely visible to anyone on the opposite bank.
“What are?—”
My words were cut off sharply as Colton’s lips crashed down onto mine.
All thoughts left my brain, the needy part of me taking over as I kissed him back.
My fingers slid into the soft strands at the base of his head, just below the knot he had pulled his hair into for our run.
Every cell in me hummed in anticipation as Colton hiked one of my legs up, the tips of his fingers gliding under the thin material of my running shorts to tease at the sensitive skin of the underside of my thigh.
“Your ass is fucking sinful in these shorts.” He growled, his body slotting against mine so perfectly. A gruff moan rumbled from me as his half-hard cock grazed over my burgeoning erection.
“Fuck,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against his and panting heavily.
Colton rocked against me in slow, aborted thrusts, each one sending licks of pleasure up my spine, but hardly enough to satiate the growing flames of desire in my belly.
I pushed my hips forward in invitation, seeking that delicious friction, but a firm hand pressed them back against the tree. “You’re such a tease.” I huffed.
His lips found my ear, shivers rolling down my spine from his warm breath, “Now, that’s not nice. I’m just trying to keep the new lawyer in town from committing public indecency.”
The reminder that we were still very much outside and relatively exposed made a small thrill shoot through me. Was I into public sex? My brain couldn’t process the thought much as Colton’s lips trailed down my neck, eliciting another deep moan from me.
“Shit, Colton. Need you.” I panted.
A devilish grin was plastered to his face as he pulled away, my cock jumping in response. Fuck criminal charges, he could do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted him to do all the filthy things his brain was coming up with. But then Colton took a step away from me.
“Let’s get home, then.” His voice was cool and calm, but that devious smirk still sat squarely on his lips.
My jaw dropped. “Home? Seriously? It’s going to be way too hard to run back with a boner.” I gestured to the obvious outline in my shorts as proof.
He sent me a wink, adjusting himself as he began making his way back toward the road. “Hard is kind of the point.” He responded lowly.
I wanted to scream, demand he finished what he started, and forget the world existed as we lost ourselves right against this tree. Instead, I found myself following after him like some trained puppy, doing my own adjusting in an attempt to not scandalize any neighbors we saw along the way.
The whole way back to the house, Colton kept a deliberately slow pace that had me nearly dragging him down the street. He just gave me an unreasonably sexy chuckle and kept trudging along. It wasn’t lost on me how quickly our roles reversed as I grumbled about getting home quicker.
I was nearly feral with want by the time our place was in sight. The plan was to throw ourselves inside, strip naked immediately, and fuck on the nearest solid surface. Of course, though, as we neared the driveway, Mrs. Anderson’s front door opened and her menace on four legs came scampering out.
To be fair, Buttercup probably was a lovely dog and a great companion for our elderly neighbor.
She was some sort of Pomeranian-Chihuahua mix that meant she was almost nearly all fluff and was likely to only have two functioning brain cells.
She’d bark at anything and everything in a way that seemed like it was the doggy equivalent of speaking just to hear herself talk.
The wind blew? Bark. Mrs. Anderson sneezed? Bark. Her own shadow? Bark.
Mrs. Anderson waltzed from her house, spotted us, and with more speed than I thought she could ever possess, snatched Buttercup off the front lawn and beelined it directly toward us. If I hadn’t been so singularly focused on my dick, I might’ve been impressed by how quickly she booked it.
“Derek! Colton!” She called, waving over head with her free hand. Propped on her hip, Buttercup tilted her head and began to yap in protest of her newfound air prison.
Colton was still moving entirely too slow considering the impending roadblock heading directly for us. I shot him a wide-eyed look, subtly nodding my head toward the door in a silent request for us both to make a run for it.
Instead, the man gave me a shit-eating grin before coming to a complete stop, letting Mrs. Anderson invade our space.
“Oh, Derek, dear.” Her voice was drowned out slightly by the shrill yapping coming from the poof in her arms. “I’m so glad I caught you!”
“Mrs. Anderson,” I greeted sheepishly, still trying to salvage some sexy time by inching my way slowly up the driveway.
“I heard something very interesting and told myself ‘ Derek needs to hear this! ’.” She mused, sending a polite nod in Colton’s direction.
“Oh really?” Colton encouraged, looking over at me with faux interest. He was clearly hell-bent on dragging out my torture further.
I blew out an annoyed breath before pursing my lips, and crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn’t getting out of this conversation it seemed, but if she was planning to tell me how she’d just learned Cindy-Anne and I were an item based on some ‘hot-off-the-press’ rumor, I planned to lose it on both of them.
“Yes!” She addressed him loudly, trying to talk over Buttercup’s continuous barking at the sky. I squinted at the dog. Were her eyes facing in different directions?
“It seems the family staying in the cottage on Grove Street will be leaving soon!” Mrs. Anderson exclaimed brightly. “Nearly three weeks early!”
Colton’s face dropped almost instantly and I shot him a questioning look. What did some family moving out have to do with me? Or us for that matter.
Not finding my answer in Colton’s expression, I turned back to Mrs. Anderson.
“Oh?” I asked, trying to show just enough interest to get what I wanted, but not enough to lock us into a thirty minute ordeal.
She nodded enthusiastically which somehow bounced Buttercup into reviving her frantic protest. “Yes! It seems the place will be listed again soon. ”
After a pause where my face must’ve clued her into my lack of understanding, she added, “Isn’t that nice? You can get yourself your own place sooner than expected!”
I felt the blood drain from my face. Oh, shit fuck.
I hadn’t even looked at any listings for close to a month.
My eyes immediately shot to Colton who was wearing a blank expression. “Why are they moving out?” He asked.
My eyes darted back to Mrs. Anderson, finding myself hoping it was something that would make the property inhabitable. Like… ants or something.
Mrs. Anderson pursed her lips, giving me a moment of hope, only for her to dash it seconds later. “I heard their oldest daughter got herself into a bit of a situation, if you know what I mean…” She gestured over her stomach in a rounded arch.
Colton’s eyebrows furrowed at that. “Isn’t their daughter a lesbian? They fly a pride flag from the porch every summer they come.” He crossed his arms over his chest, a scowl replacing his previously blank look.