Page 15 of Stone Cold Bad (Stone Brothers #1)

THIRTEEN

COLT

I stared up at the stains on my ceiling where rainwater had seeped in through the shabby roof and soaked the attic.

It had been a shitty fucking day, starting with a gun to my head and ending with a major slap to my ego.

I’d shocked the hell out of myself with my reaction in the bar.

The second that jerk’s hand flew to Jade’s ass, I’d exploded with rage.

I’d come to Amy’s rescue more than once when someone had been rude to her.

Although most local guys knew not to bother her because Hunter would tear them to shreds.

But this had been different. This had been an overwhelming urge to pound someone for getting near Jade.

I had no apology for what I’d done because I was damn sure I’d do it again.

It was the last thing I ever wanted, to feel this way about someone.

Attachments like this were only followed by heartbreak, and I wasn’t into heartbreak.

I wasn’t into fucking attachments. Jade was determined to get out on her own as soon as possible, and it seemed that was for the best. Just as I had that thought, there was a tiny knock at the door.

She opened it without me answering. Jade stepped into the room wearing the t-shirt she’d borrowed from me to sleep in.

The thought of her naked body under my t-shirt was so erotic, she might as well have whispered the words, ‘fuck me’ in my ear.

I sat up and swung my legs over the bed.

She looked small and lost and sad standing in the middle of my room, but I fought the urge to pull her into my arms.

Her lips parted to speak, but it took her a second to get the words out.

“So, I’m laying out there on your lumpy couch thinking about stuff.

First of all, it’s really lonely and quiet out there, and I kept hearing this crinkling sound under my head.

Someone had shoved a half-eaten bag of potato chips under the cushion. Who does that?”

I wasn’t completely sure where this was going, but she was talking to me and that was all that mattered. “Probably Slade, he wears the slob crown around here.”

“Not that, well yeah, that’s definitely a slob thing. I mean who wastes a perfectly good bag of potato chips?”

I smiled and still fought the urge to walk across the room and grab her.

Her face smoothed, the smile faded and she crossed her arms over herself. She took a breath. “The thing is, Colt, I don’t want to be owned.” Her soft words drifted around the room. “I’ve been there, and I don’t like it.”

I stood up. She gazed at my naked body. My cock had been hard since she’d walked into the room. I stopped just a few feet from her. She lifted her eyes to my face.

“That guy touched you tonight and something snapped deep in my chest. I don’t know anything about love, Jade.

I grew up with fear, pain and every other emotion, but love wasn’t part of it.

All I know is the instinct to protect. My brothers and I learned early on to protect each other and our mom, but I never thought of it as love.

It was just this instinctual part of me that knew there were certain people that I would protect with my fucking life.

Amy is part of that circle, but I’ve never felt that way about any other woman until I met you.

When I held you in that foil blanket on the boat that night, all I could think was— just let that fucking douche try to come near her again.

He wouldn’t have a chance against me. I’d rip him to fucking pieces.

So, I’m sorry if my attempt at showing that I care about you is a little?—”

“Primitive?” she asked with a faint smile.

I scrubbed my hair back with my fingers. “Yeah, primitive. It’s the only way I know to show someone that they mean something to me.”

She smiled again, but this time it was a flirty one.

Her mood had lightened. She stepped closer to just within my reach.

“I’ll bet you can think of some other ways to show it if you give it a little thought.

” She reached down, took hold of the hem of the t-shirt and inched it up to expose her panties.

Then she stopped. My breath stopped with it.

She let the hem slide down her sleek thighs again.

“See, here’s the thing. It sucks having to confess this, but I haven’t stopped thinking about the first time we kissed, the first time you touched me.

We were complete strangers, but my body reacted as if it was no longer being controlled by my mind.

I rather liked it. Actually, I fucking loved it.

It was like you cast this amazing spell over me, a spell to forget everything that was dark and ugly.

I think that’s what I need now. A magic spell.

No thinking. No worrying about relationships or emotions or being someone’s possession.

I just want to feel that same physical ecstasy you showed me on that first night. No heartstrings attached.”

“I can do no heartstrings. In fact, I’m a pro at it. And as for the magic . . . ” I reached for her, but she held up a hand to stop me.

“One rule, though, and this might change your mind. The contest is over. From this point on, until we both grow tired of each other, I’m your only contestant .”

I paused as if I was thinking it over. But I really wasn’t. It was an easy decision. “If that’s your only rule, then it’s a deal.”

She stuck her hand out to shake on it, but I didn’t take it. “I’ve got a rule of my own. And as far as I’m concerned, it’s non-negotiable. I always use a condom.”

She smiled.

“I know that sounds comical to you, but I’d rather use a shield than suffer the consequences.”

“I think that’s a good rule.”

“Nope, you haven’t let me finish.” I moved closer. Her breasts lifted and fell with each breath. With every movement, her taut nipples pressed against the thin cotton fabric of the shirt. “I’m just letting you know that I’m clean. I know you’re on birth control. I want you unfiltered.”

She laughed at my odd use of the term.

“Are you laughing at me, darlin’?” I pulled her into my arms.

“You just made me sound like a bottle of apple juice.”

“Did I? Well, good, because I plan to drink every last drop.” I kissed her lightly on the mouth.

“When I’m inside of you, which I plan to be .

. . often . . . I want to feel all of you.

I don’t want any latex barrier. I just want your hot pussy around me and nothing else.

” My words made her shudder in my arms. I lowered my mouth to her ear. “What do you say to my rule?”

“I guess if it’s non-negotiable, there’s not much to say,” she said breathlessly.

She curled her hand around the back of my neck and my hands swept under the t-shirt.

As her lips parted, my cock pressed against her stomach, asking urgently for attention.

She lowered one hand between us and took hold of me, rubbing her thumb teasingly over the moist, fleshy tip.

I groaned against her mouth. “Sorry, darlin’, been waiting too long.” I lifted her up and walked the three steps to the wall. I pushed her up against it, kissing her hard and without any thought to what I was doing. All I knew was I needed to be inside of her.

She planted her feet on the floor long enough to shove off her panties. “Yes, Colt, yes please.”

I didn’t need the polite invitation. It was going to take a bullet to my head to stop me at this point.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. I braced her against the wall as her long legs went around me.

I looked down at the space between us. I wanted to watch my cock drive into her, into the wet pussy that so sweetly beckoned me to fuck it.

I shoved the t-shirt up above her tits and stared down at her waiting pussy.

“God, you’re beautiful, Jade.” I pressed the tip of my cock against her tight hole.

It was wet with cream, waiting anxiously for more of me.

I drove into her. She tangled her fingers in my hair.

Her head lulled back against the wall, and she moaned appreciatively as I impaled her again and again.

My hand went under her ass. I held her against me using the wall behind her as resistance.

She clung tightly to me with her arms and legs.

I reached between our bodies and pressed my thumb against her clit.

She immediately took it as an invite to grind against my finger.

Her legs clamped tightly around me, and she tightened her ass to meet each of my thrusts.

We were in perfect rhythm. My bedroom wall shook as if an earthquake had struck the house.

“I won’t fucking stop until you come, baby. I can stay hard all night for you.”

Hot moisture coated my thumb as she pushed her clit against it. She rocked against me, clenching her pussy tight around my throbbing cock. It took all my will not to finish. Her fingers pulled my hair. “Harder,” she pleaded.

I slammed my hips forward, pushing deeper each time. Her eyes drifted shut, and her head leaned back against the wall.” Fuck yes, Colt,” she cried as her pussy clenched tightly around me.

As she melted softer in my arms, I lifted my hand from her clit and held her in my iron grasp. I ground into her, pushing tiny mewls of pleasure from her pink lips, the sound of which brought me over the edge. I clutched her tightly and spilled my hot seed inside of her.

Her legs dropped to the floor, and she collapsed into my arms. A thunderous round of applause rolled up the hallway. “About fucking time you two!” Slade yelled.

“Could cut the tension between you with a fucking machete,” Hunter followed.

A dark pink blush rose in Jade’s cheeks as she pressed her face against me. “Were we that loud?” she asked. “Or maybe I should ask was it that obvious— the tension, I mean?”

I lifted her up into my arms and carried her to the bed. “To the first question,” I said, “might just have left a few cracks in the plaster, so yes. To the second question . . . yes.”