Page 15 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

LITTLE. FUCKING. SUNDRESSES.

LAYLA

The next day, after the best sleep ever, I open my eyes to find Colton already watching me. A sweet smile curves his lips, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

Not ready for this to end, I curl into him, and his arms wrap around me. We lay here for hours, talking and laughing. We’re so at ease together, and it feels incredible to me so connected to someone.

“Why did you start? Racing and stealing cars?” I finally ask. He sighs and rubs his face, sitting up to lean against my headboard.

“Honestly, money. Dad left, and Mom was diagnosed with cancer and was going to forgo treatments in order to keep working, so I had a roof over my head. I couldn’t let her choose death because she couldn’t afford healthcare and a home.” He lets out a deep breath before he continues.

“After her diagnosis, I went downtown, started acting out and tried to steal a nice car. Only this guy named Williams caught me trying to steal his car. I impressed him, and he offered me an opportunity I couldn’t turn down.

Before my dad left, he taught me how to steal and race cars, and I was good at it.

Williams paid really well per lift. Being all luxury cars, it was nothing off his back.

The better I got, the more he paid. I managed to get Mom her treatments, and now I’m paying for tuition and our future, hopefully to get us out of here. ”

My heart weeps that this whole time, he wasn’t doing it for the sake of being a criminal, but to take care of the person he loves most, and to escape. My goal all along.

“Why do you have to keep doing it? Why can’t you just walk away?”

“You can’t just walk away from a life of crime.

Williams may be a criminal, but he's an educated one. A businessman. I work under contract with him, which is ending this spring, so I’m going to start talking to him about my plans to move to the West Coast. Like I said, Layla, if you can’t do this and want to wait until I’m officially out, we can do that.

I’ll wait for you just like I have for the past ten years.

And then once we’re done college, we can move out west.”

“I don't want to wait anymore, Colt. Now that you're here, I can't not have you. You really want to move out west?" I ask quietly, taking his hand in mine. He gives me a small smile.

“Yeah. I’m done here. I want a new life.

” He pauses. “Hopefully with you.” His eyes gaze over at me with sincerity.

“I promise to not involve you in the meantime. I won’t tell you when I’m going to do a job.

I want you as far from that shit as possible.

I know I should have quit first, but I wasn’t in a position yet with my contract.

After the night of the street race, when I drove you home, I just couldn’t go another day without you. ”

Excitement rushes through my veins. “It’s okay. I’ll stand by you while you finish your contract. I know you want to change. I’m just worried this Williams guy won’t let you off so easily.”

“He’s got a lot of guys. I’m just his best. I’m sure the millions I’ve made him will help him release me from my contract.”

I nod, hoping he’s right. Otherwise, what have I gotten myself into? I got so wrapped up in the Colt I know that I forgot about the hardened car thief, street-racing Colt.

Either way, I am committing to his world now and will have to accept the challenges that come with that decision.

To lighten the mood, I change the subject. “So, what should I wear to this race tonight? I felt super out of place the last time.”

“You were only out of place because you were the most beautiful girl there. I was drawn to you the minute I got out of the car. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

I blush, thinking back to that night and our eyes making contact, having no clue he felt this way about me then.

“It’s still warm out. Wear one of those sexy little sundresses you have.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “I love those little dresses you wear. I legit can’t get enough of them. Perfect jerk-off material.”

I giggle and wink at him, wiggling out of his grip to go take a shower.

When I come back, he is still in my bed, reading one of the books from my shelf.

Turning my back to him, I drop my towel, rummaging through my closet and dresser.

I feel his eyes burning my skin, and just for that, I take my time selecting each piece of my outfit before putting anything on.

Acting oblivious to the fact that I’m moving around my room completely naked before him, I put on a little show. I never thought I could do something like this, but the way he looks at me makes me feel so confident in my body.

When I face him, his eyes are full of want and need, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Amusement dances in my eyes at the effect I have on him. Everything about him is turning me on right now. One night, and I’m already addicted to his body and what it can do.

I slowly slide into my booty-short bottoms and black bra, allowing him to drink in my movements.

His eyes stay on me, watching me with brazen promise, as I slip a black floral sundress over my head, selected for him as requested.

I can tell he likes it, because seconds later, he flips off the covers and hops out of bed, prowling over to me in nothing but his boxer briefs, his muscular abs flexing with each step. Goddamn.

My heart batters my ribcage. Oh, the things he does to me with a single look.

He comes up and presses his body into mine. I lean back against my dresser with nowhere to go as his scent and heat surround me. His hair has fallen in front of his face, his stormy blues full of desire, staring at me through the messy strands.

“Remember when I found your romance book, and you asked me what my thing was?” His voice is thick and heavy.

I simply nod because I know I’m about to find out.

His body continues to pin me against the dresser, the feel of his large manhood through his boxers making butterflies flutter in my stomach.

He gives me the sexiest fucking smirk as his eyes dart between my mouth and eyes.

“Well, my thing is this gorgeous, petite brunette in these little. Fucking. Sundresses,” he says lowly, his words making me tremble with excitement.

His eyes crawl down my body and back up to my lips and eyes, devouring me with his gaze.

I run my hands through his thick, gorgeous hair, dragging my nails along his scalp, and his eyes roll back.

Brushing the wild strands off his face, I hold him, leaning forward to run my tongue along his lips.

A smirk curves on his mouth, then he suddenly drops to his knees.

“Time for you to experience another first.” He looks up at me, those words alone making my core clench in anticipation. He maintains eye contact as he pulls my panties down and pushes my dress up around my hips. He separates my legs, hooking my thigh over his shoulder.

My breaths grow heavy as I look down at him kneeling before me.

He looks at me bare and spread out before him, groaning before he leans in.

Gently, he runs his warm, wet tongue along my pussy, forcing my hips to buck.

My eyes roll back as he licks me, but my knees nearly buckle when he circles my clit, sucking it into his mouth and moaning.

My hands grip the edge of the dresser, holding on for dear life when he inserts two fingers, slowly finger fucking me as his tongue spells the alphabet on my sensitive clit. Teasing. Torturing me.

I’m so inexperienced, and this is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

My body vibrates while I pant and whimper through the pleasure, each swipe of his tongue and slide of his fingers bringing me closer.

I try to hold off, wanting to feel his mouth on me forever, but it takes me no time to come hard all over his face, screaming out his name as he moans and laps up my juices.

My chest heaves, the explosive orgasm leaving me breathless. My legs tremble as he sets my foot on the floor and stands, a huge grin on his face. Lips still glistening, Colton captures mine, kissing me deeply. I taste myself on him, turning me on again before I’ve had a chance to catch my breath.

“You taste so fucking good. Everything about you is so much better than I ever imagined,” he murmurs, tucking my hair behind my ear. I’m still panting, all too aware of the meaning behind his expression.

“Are you sore at all from last night?” he asks quietly, eyes darting across my face, his jaw tight. He looks so primal, as if he’s about to feast on his prey again.

I chew on my cheek to suppress a smile and shake my head. I’m a little tender, but not enough to stop this. I’m more turned on than anything. I can handle a little pain in order to feel him fill me again.

He looks down the length of my body, and I know he’s picturing what he could do to me up against this dresser right now.

He leans in, sucking on my neck, trailing his way up until our tongues collide in an erotic dance. With a groan, he breaks our kiss, leaning his forehead against mine.

“Let me fuck you,” he whispers against my lips.

His words send warmth pooling between my thighs again, and I writhe beneath him, running my hands down his chest until I reach the waistband of his boxers and push them down. He steps out of them, and I can see he’s already hard. This has been the most erotic twenty-four hours of my life.

Using what I learned last night, I start stroking his cock, drawing out a gravelly moan.

His fingers gently pull at the straps of my dress and bra, pulling them down to release my tits.

He takes each one in his mouth, nibbling my nipples and circling each with his tongue.

He could do anything he wanted to me and I’d let him.

He wastes no time putting on a condom. Lifting me, he sets my ass on the dresser, guiding my legs around his hips, his hands supporting my low back and ass as he pushes into me.

I grasp onto the dresser again for support, because I know he is about to fuck me hard.

“Fuuuck,” I moan as he slides all the way in.

Colton growls, feeling me tightly grip him. He pulls out, then pushes in a little more forcefully, eliciting a cry from me. He does this a few times, and then he really starts fucking me, this time harder and faster than the last.

The dresser slams into the wall repeatedly with the rhythm of his thrusts, knocking all sorts of shit onto the floor.

Our moans, grunts, and fucks filling the room are the cherry on top.

I don’t even care how much noise we’re making.

Colton is rocking my world, and I don’t regret for one minute giving it up to him so soon.

He leans back as he pounds into me, eyes heavy-lidded and filled with pleasure.

“Holy fuck, Layla, you’re the best I’ve ever had…the best,” he murmurs. Biting his lip and dropping his head back, he keeps his pace, his grip on my waist tightening.

The sound of our bodies slapping and the loud thudding of my dresser against the wall surrounds us as we moan together. This is so fucking hot.

He keeps hitting my sweet spot, and I begin to feel the loss of control we both seek.

“Colt,” I warn, my voice raspy and unfamiliar.

“I know, baby, me too.”

I pull him into a deep kiss as he continues to pummel my pussy. He moans into my mouth, and I know he’s about to come undone alongside me.

Reaching between us, he circles my clit with his thumb, pushing me over the edge. The rush of electricity hits me, and I begin to moan loudly. Colt picks up his pace, hitting my sweet spot that much harder, making my orgasm stronger and longer.

“Fuuck. Layla…” he growls, letting out a loud, guttural moan just as I scream.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my God, Colt! Ahh!” My orgasm fully consumes me, shockwaves coursing through me, making my toes curl.

His thrusts slow as we both pant, our moans softening as we ride out the aftermath of the pleasure he just inflicted on us.

Looking sated, Colton leans back, shaking his head as if to clear the brain fog. “Wow. I come so fucking hard with you. No one has made me come like you do. I’m addicted to you, babe.” He exhales, dipping his tongue back into my mouth and twisting it with mine.

And I’m turned on again. Now that he’s opened the dam, the sexual floodgates are flowing.

“It makes me so fucking proud to be your first everything.” He pulls me into a warm, secure embrace. The sound of his heart beating in his chest soothes me, and I close my eyes, leaning into him.

“I’m happy you’re my first,” I say breathlessly. “Especially when you fuck me like that.”

He smiles again, pulling out and putting me down. While I clean up, straightening my dress and putting on fresh panties, he puts on his street clothes from last night. When we’re both presentable, he comes over and presses a kiss to my forehead, then my lips.

“My girl,” he whispers.

The back of his hand brushes my cheek, his eyes filled with adoration. I know Colton isn’t lying to me about how he feels. I can see it written all over his face. I feel it in his kisses and embraces. For once, I feel accepted and appreciated for just being me.

He grabs his leather jacket off my chair. “C’mon, we should go. I gotta stop by my place to shower and change before we head to the race.”