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“Why are you going on a date on a Sunday, anyway?” Her voice fades out of earshot as she continues down the hall.
Colt still doesn’t move. Leaning forward, I place a kiss on his shoulder. “That was a little more than we bargained for.” He turns his face towards me a little, but doesn’t say anything. “You okay?”
“I don’t like that Ty saw you like this.” The storm in his eyes brews as he clenches his jaw.
“I’m completely covered. By the blankets and you. He didn’t see anything,” I say, attempting to calm him.
“It’s not about your body. I mean, I don’t want him to see that either, but I knew you were covered. I don’t like that he saw you in bed, fresh off a night of orgasms.”
“Colt Gibson, are you being territorial?”
“When it comes to my wife? Absolutely.” There is no hesitation.
I’m no stranger to territorial men. My father was in charge of everything when I was a kid. What my mom and I ate, what we wore, where we went, all of it. And if either one of us challenged him, there were consequences. We had to stay in line so other men wouldn’t take notice of us. And if they did, there was hell to pay..
Jett ended up being no different. He wasn’t like that in the beginning, though. In the last two years, everything ended up changing. Sometimes I wondered if he experienced his own trauma from his dad. I never met him, Jett never talked about him, but Jett’s mom, Joan, never let a day pass without finding a way to speak poorly about him. Granted, she always complained about how he was greedy and loved his job more than anything else, but maybe there was more to it.
However, Colt being territorial right now feels different in the best way. He isn’t trying to control me. He just wants to keep our private moments private.
“I kind of like that.” I press a kiss to his cheek.
“I kind of like you,” he says as he rolls on top of me, our laughs filling the room.
We wait until we hear Blake start the shower before leaving the room. Colt needs to get back home to get ready for the week at work, so we say our goodbyes. After finally peeling ourselves from each other, I head towards the kitchen in search of food. I would have offered some to Colt, but that would have meant forcing him to deal with Blake again, and I was not about to do that.
I decide on a bowl of cereal, throwing the flakes and milk in a bowl. I sit at the island and watch Blake appear from her room.
“Well, well, well, don’t you look freshly fucked?” She enters the kitchen, hair wrapped in a towel and a smug look on her face.
“I am not.” I shove a spoonful of the sugary goodness into my mouth.
Blake spins around and pins me with her eyes. “You’re telling me you didn’t sleep with your God of a husband?”
“I didn’t say that, just that I’m not freshly fucked.” I shrug. “We haven't done anything since last night. It was going to happen again this morning, but you barged in.”
“I knew it!” Leaning her elbows onto the island in front of me, her eyes go wide. “Tell me everything. Was it great? Was it huge? Did he throw you against the wall? He seems like he’s secretly dirty.”
“It was pretty phenomenal, decently big. No walls were involved, but he is a little dirty.” I say it all simply, mostly to mess with Blake. She is one for the dramatics, and it’s fun to not match her energy sometimes.
“That’s it? I don’t get to know more? I’m your best friend. What’s the point if I don’t get all the juicy details of your sex life?”
“You never asked for the details of mine and Jett’s sex life.”
She scrunches her face. “That’s because I refuse to believe you two actually did it. And if you did, it’s not worth retelling.” Blake goes to the fridge to get a bottle of water.
“I’m not a prude, B. I didn’t go five years without sex.”
“Gross. Let’s get back to Hottie McHusband. Who made the first move?” She hops on top of the counter across from me.
“Me.”
Blake nearly chokes on her drink. “What the hell? Are you kidding me right now? Since when do you make the first move?”
“He just brings it out in me I guess.”
“I like this version of you.” Her face goes soft.
“Wait… where’s Savannah?”
