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She jumps up and squeals. “Yay! Now go get dressed. You have thirty minutes until he’s here to pick you up,” she calls over her shoulder as she walks out of the room.
“Who?” I yell, “who is picking me up?” Silence. “Blake!” Damn her and her hardheadedness.
With the minimal information I had from Blake and the time crunch, I decided on my favorite pair of jeans and a purple sweater that hangs off my shoulder. After throwing on a pair of converse, I fluff my hair, ready to take on the night. I know my best friend well enough to know she wouldn’t be sending me out with someone who isn’t my boyfriend. I just don’t understand why it’s all a secret.
“Holy fuck balls. You’re hot,” Blake exclaims as I enter the living room. I roll my eyes, but honestly, the compliment is a nice boost for the ego. Even though Colt and I have slept together and he’s literally seen every inch of me, I still feel self conscious.
My memories go back to the night of Tyson’s game and the way Colt looked at me, the way he spoke to me. The ease and confidence in which he shares his thoughts is not something I’m used to. Well, maybe with Blake and Tyson, but they’re different. Their forwardness comes from a place of playful banter. There’s no banter in Colt’s voice when he compliments me.
A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts.
“That’s my cue.” Blake jumps up and exits the room. Great. Not only am I going into this blind, I’m also going in alone.
I make my way to the door and suck in a deep breath. I need to trust that Blake knows what she’s doing and would never put me in a bad position. Mustering all of my courage, I open the door and my heart leaps out of my chest, landing on the floor.
Colt Gibson is a sight for sore eyes, and sore other things if I'm honest. His impossibly gorgeous hair, the way he fills out his shirt, the smile that’s peeking from under his beard, and his lazy but confident stance. He’s leaned against the banister opposite the door frame, hands in his pockets as always.
“Hey wife,” he says. I must be stunned into silence because words are not an active part of my brain right now. I knew it was going to be Colt, and couldn’t be happier that it’s him, but I’ll never get used to the power of his presence. “Hi Colt, it’s nice to see you,” he mocks, snapping me from the trance he had me in.
A laugh escapes me. I love his playful side. It doesn’t come out much, he’s usually so serious. But when it does, I get a little more giddy. “Hi Colt, it’s nice to see you,” I repeat, my smile never leaving.
Colt’s eyes darken as they roam over me, sending shock waves down my spine. My body remembers all too well the feel of him on me, in me. They don't linger long before his gaze is back on mine. “It’s nice to see you too, Libs,” he affirms deliberately, and heat rises up my neck. “Are you ready to go?” He holds his arm out for me to loop mine through.
Nodding, I thread my hand through and start to walk to the stairs, only to feel the resistance of Colt not moving. I twist around and find him staring down at me. “Words, Libs. I need to hear you.” The innuendo swirls in my core and my heart rate kicks up a notch.
“Yes,” I breathe. It’s the only word I can find.
A mouth watering smirk graces his face and he hooks his finger under my chin, angling my face towards his. “Good,” he says, and he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a small bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.”
“Again? You just got me flowers.”
“It’s our first date after you let me claim that pussy of yours. What better time is there?” Colt grabs my hand before I can respond, pulling me to his truck.
34
Opening the door to my truck for Libby, I’m unable to keep my eyes from her curves as she climbs inside. Her jeans are painted onto her body, hugging every inch of her, making my mouth go dry. And her exposed pale shoulder moving is enough to set my body on fire. I’m the luckiest fucking husband there is.
I wait until she’s buckled in, then make my way around and slide in behind the wheel with no idea how I’m going to drive safely with Libby next to me. I can’t focus on anything other than her. She’s so beautiful, it makes my heart ache.
When I texted Blake to see if she’d be willing to help with the surprise, I wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep the secret. I shuffled my work schedule around to afford a night off dedicated just to my girl, and I wanted to surprise her. But I knew that was a risky plan, so I needed someone behind the scenes to help. Luckily, Blake ended up being a huge help. Come to find out, she’s not just loyal to her loved ones, she’s loyal through and through. Her word means a lot to her, and that’s a respectable quality.
“What?” Libby asks, pink dusting her freckled cheeks. Apparently, I’ve been looking at her long enough to raise the question.
“I’m happy I get to show you off again.” It’s all I could think about on the drive here, aside from finally getting to be around her again. I was fucking giddy with the thought of having her on my arm again. Making every other man jealous. “There is one issue though,” I say. “I need you much closer to me.”
She sucks her bottom lip in as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ears. “I wouldn’t mind that.” God, she’s fucking adorable. Without a second thought, I click her seatbelt free, grab a handful of her thigh and pull her toward me in one move. A tiny yelp escapes her as her body bumps into mine.
Shit. “I’m sorry.” I didn't mean to spook her. The last thing I want is to put her on edge. I just can't help myself when it comes to her. Not after knowing what it's like to have her body on me.
Libby does something pleasantly disorienting and places her hand on my thigh. My cock, highly aware of the proximity, tries to jump toward it. “Don’t apologize,” she says. No timidness or hesitation. I’ll take it.
The drive is too long and not long enough. I can’t wait to get her out and just have fun together. To see her let loose and have a good time, hopefully. At the same time, we could spend our whole time just like this in my truck and I’d have the best night of my life. Anywhere with Libby is where I want to be.
“We’re going to The Pizza Arcade?” The giddiness in her voice is music to my ears as I park the truck.
“We are. I need to see if you can kick my ass at air hockey,” I say, getting out and walking around to open her door.
“What did Tyson tell you?” she asks as I reach my hand out to help her out. I shoot her a wink and revel in the way her eyes dance.
