Page 53 of Love Me
When I heard the click of the lock being turned, my stomach did a little dip. Grabbing me by my hips, he captured my mouth with his.
How did I get him to talk to me? He was barely containing his anger, as if the Hulk side was scratching just beneath the surface. I could tell by the way his tongue barreled its way into my mouth, dominating mine, and the rough touch of his hands that moved from my hips to my butt. He gave it a squeeze before he lifted me up.
I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me over to the bed. He fell to the mattress with me landing on my back and him on top of me. His mouth moved to my neck and his hips rocked, grinding his hard cock against my center.
Gone was my gentle, caring boyfriend. The person on top of me felt like a stranger, but still had the ability to set my body on fire. Before I melted, I put my hands on his shoulders. “Colt—” I tried to protest, not because I wanted him to stop, but because he was angry. I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to destroy the reason that upset him. I wanted to make it all better.
He pulled my hands from his shoulders and pinned them to the bed. He lifted enough to stare down at me. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
The irritation behind his voice ignited my own. I easily got my hands free, not that he was using much strength to pin them, and with perfect technique I rolled us, putting him on his back with me straddling his waist. I pinned his hands to the mattress. Staring down in anger, I debated what to do.
Lying there with zero resistance, he grumbled, “It was a bad day at practice.”
Lies.
My first instinct was to rip him a new one. He had been trying to use sex to deflect.
Colt closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. “I’m sorry if I was rough. I—I shouldn’t treat you that way.”
After listening to Creed last night, I was beginning to think what he had said was right. I’d always thought Colt had two sides. One side of him was good, gentle, patient, selfless, and stood up for those he cared about. Honestly, he could be too perfect at times. Then there was his Hulk side. It was full of rage and defiance, itching to fight. Both sides were extreme. I wondered if one was who he strove to be and the other existed out of resentment.
Assuming that was all true, I got the feeling that I was wrong about the deflecting. Maybe Colt needed an outlet. Maybe he needed a moment to not be so perfect and really embrace that Hulk side.
“Do you want to be rough with me?” I asked.
His eyes shot open, and a panic took over him. “No, I—”
“More lies,” I cut him off. “If you don’t want to be gentle with me, then don’t. I’ll let you take me any way you want. You know why? Because I trust you. But if you tell me one more lie, you will ruin that trust. You suffer, I suffer, remember?”
As I threw his words back at him, his eyes widened a little.
“So I’m going to tell you what I’ve picked up on over the past couple of days and you’re not going to deny any of it.”
He clenched his jaw as if to physically stop himself from objecting.
“You hate being on the swim team.”
That statement brought his anger to the surface. It showed in the lowering of his brows.
“But you won’t quit, because like Creed, you don’t want to disappoint your dad. But it’s not just your dad, is it? You feel like you can’t quit because you have always been viewed as the reliable one—the good twin. You know others’ expectations of you are higher than they are for Creed.”
“Stop,” he snapped.
“Why? Because you don’t like facing the truth?” I challenged.
He didn’t deny it. He didn’t deny anything that I had said. Instead, he pulled his hands out from under mine and sat up with me still straddling him.
He refused to meet my eyes. I cupped his face. Making him look at me brought our faces inches apart. “It’s just you and me in here. You don’t have to hide what you’re feeling. You don’t have to be perfect with me. Because I’m not going anywhere. You have me, Colt. Be selfish. Be angry. Take what you want, be who you want.”
He grabbed me by the back of my head and brought my mouth to his.
The way he kissed me was uncontrolled and untethered. He did not pause to see if I was all right or if I was sure about this. It was like he stopped letting his thoughts rule him. He was being in this moment with me completely. He was giving me the same amount of trust I gave him.
His hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and his lips broke away from mine to yank it off. I reached for the back of my bra to unfasten it and he pulled the straps down my arms.
Grabbing me around my waist, he rolled us, putting me on my back long enough to rip off my shorts and underwear. Then he flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up. The way he manhandled me revealed something about myself. I liked it, deliriously so. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was excited for it nonetheless.
Colt stopped touching me just to shove off his boxers. There wasn’t any foreplay. No warning. Colt aligned himself with my entrance and shoved inside of me. I groaned into the mattress.