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I close my eyes, letting the hot water prick at my scalp, soothing me. A sharp contrast to the situation down below, all my muscles tensing and flexing as I work my cock. The blood pumping south, my balls tightening as I inch closer to release.
Images of Trix pop unbidden into my mind.Trix in her see-through sleep shirt, her breasts full and round, nipples pebbled. The slash of her abdomen, tight and toned. Those twin globes, wiggling and taunting me as she swayed to the beat of the music at the stove.
A low groan rumbles deep in my throat, every inch of me ready to explode as I inch closer to release. I’m tight, coiled, andready to blow, my hand moving harder and faster as I imagine driving into Trix. Making her scream my name.
“Oh fuck, Trix…” Long streams of hot, ropey cum hit the tile, the orgasm rocketing through me as I squeeze my eyes shut and think about Trix’s tight pussy milking my cock.
“Colt, did you call me?” The door cracks open and I freeze, my hand clutching my still-hard dick.
“What? No…” I push disbelief into my voice, trying to act like she’s hearing things. Even though I’m fairly certain I uttered her name a few seconds ago, caught up in my fantasy.
No way in hell am I admitting that, though.
“You’re really keen on seeing me naked, huh?” I shift the conversation to her, turning my back to the door to conceal the outline of my now-waning erection.
“No, I certainly am not. Dinner’s ready.” She huffs out the words, acting affronted, her tone frosty. “And put a shirt on this time.”
She slams the door so hard the glass shakes and I heave out a relieved sigh. I’m pretty sure she didn’t see anything incriminating and now she’s pissed off, so she’ll forget all about what she thought she heard anyway.
Scrubbing the tiles clean with my hand, I soap up one last time before cutting the water and drying off.
I need to stay focused. On getting the work done in the shop, rehabbing my knee, and getting the hell out of town before I make a mistake.
Because getting with Trixie Lovell would be exactly that. A huge fucking mistake that I just may not recover from.
CHAPTER 9
TRIXIE
Weird. I could haveswornI heard Colt say my name.
Standing outside the bathroom, I press my ear to the door and listen.
Nothing except the spray of the shower, then the high-pitched squeak as Colt turns the faucet off.
Huh.
Was Colt jacking off in there?The bathroom was too steamy to see much of anything, the glass door fogged up. All I could make out was the hulking muscles of his back and the nice taper down to his cut waist, the cheeks of his bare white ass. So nothing more than yesterday, really.
But I thought I heard a moan or something. Maybe more of a groan, who knows. Either way, I definitely heard my name.
The door flies open and I tumble forward straight into the warm, hard expanse of Colt’s bare chest. My entire body flushes, my cheeks burning as he grips my shoulders, catching me.
“Are you spying on me?” Colt narrows his eyes, and I shake my head violently.
“Me? Spying? No. Like I said, I thought you called me.”
“I didn’t.”
I inch away from his body, standing up on my own two feet again. His large hands are still splayed on my arms, holding me tightly. I fervently try to ignore the searing heat, the swoop of my belly at his touch.
No, Trix. You do not like Colt. Never did. Never will.
He’s a bad boy, a player, and we are one-thousand percent done with bad boy players.
Right?
My brain screams ‘yes,’ but the throbbing in between my legs is shouting an entirely different story.
