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“Do you know what it means to wear that hat, Sunshine?” His voice was a low, rough murmur, each word deliberate.

I blinked, confusion furrowing my brow. “That I like your style and wanted to try it out for myself?” I ventured, unsure of the shift in his demeanor. This wasn’t the Colton who’d been laughing with me moments ago. This was the rugged, brooding man I’d met before, wearing his cloak of mystery.

He let out a sound—half-laugh, half-scoff—pressing his tongue against his cheek as his hands found his hips. He looked up briefly, as if gathering himself, before locking his gaze back onto mine.

“No,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Wear the hat,” he paused, letting the words hang heavy in the air, “ride the cowboy.”

His statement sliced through me, hot and sharp, igniting a fire in my veins. The meaning was clear, the suggestion potent. Images flashed in my mind—me, riding Colton, the cowboy whose hat I now wore. My breath hitched, and the heat between us surged, making it impossible to look away from the storm in his eyes.

“So, following me in here is your way of saying I need to pay up?” I quipped, popping my hip out. My gaze was locked on him.

The playful banter was back, and with it, my softer edges hardened once more, morphing into the tough, untouchable exterior I wore. Having him so close was sobering.

Colton stepped closer, nudging me gently toward the edge of the sink until my spine met the cool surface through the sheer lace of my top. His hands found my hips, firm and unyielding, spinning me to face my reflection in the mirror. The heat of his body behind me was a stark contrast to the coolness in the air, and I could see the deep red blush spreading across my cheeks, creeping down my exposed chest.

He loomed behind me, his frame encompassing mine, his gaze dark and intense as it roamed over me. Usually, I was unaffected by the male gaze, but now, I faltered under his unfiltered, raw scrutiny—sending my heart into an erratic rhythm that I couldn’t control.

“Now that you know,” he murmured, his hand slipping under the collar of my jean jacket, sliding it down my shoulder to reveal more of my skin, “did you mean it?” His touch was a soft caress, fingers trailing from my shoulder to my hand, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

I swallowed hard, my eyes locked with his in the mirror, unable to break the spell he had over me. His voice dropped lower, vibrating against my skin as he leaned closer. “I’ll take you right here, right now if you let me. Because if you say yes, I don’t think I’ll make it back to the hotel room.”

The words were stuck in my throat, my breath hitching as his lips grazed my ear. The tension was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken need.

“You look so good wearing my hat, Sunshine,” he growled, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yes,” I panted, the word escaping in a breathy whisper. “I need you,” I admitted, the vulnerability in my voice surprising even me. I’d never said those words to another man before, but with Colton, they felt right, necessary.

“Good girl,” he purred, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my earlobe, peppering soft kisses down to where my shoulder curved. His touch ignited every nerve ending.

I let out a whimper, closing my eyes at the feeling of his lips on me.

“Nuh-uh,” Colton tsked. “Eyes on me while I fill you with my cock.”

My eyes flew open, wide with anticipation, and I obeyed, any trace of defiance gone. I surrendered completely, allowing Colton to take full control. His hands moved with purpose as he reached around me and unbuttoned my jeans.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, slowly shimmying them over my hips and letting them pool around my ankles. My boots stayed on, and the rest of my clothes remained intact. Colton moved with intent, each measured touch stretched the moment until the air became tight with tension.

This wasn’t going to be sensational or full of pleasantries—it was going to be a rough, quick fuck that would probably ruin me further.

Past intimacy, there was passion. Knowing Colton wanted me so badly that he needed to take me against the sink in a grungy bar was everything I craved right now.

I watched in awe as Colton undid his belt, removing it completely as he made a show of undressing. The sound of metal hitting the floor filled the space, and he popped open the button of his jeans before he shoved them down, letting his hard cock spring free.

His hand pressed between my shoulder blades, shoving me just enough that I was bent over and exposed. Colton grabbed my hips and pulled them closer, moving my panties to the side.

“Hands on the sink,” he demanded and I obeyed. “Now, keep those pretty eyes on me.”

I met him in the mirror, and he shoved into me on a hard, quick thrust. My mouth fell open, my pussy not used to the size of him yet. Colton was thick and long—my walls squeezed him tightly as he pulled out completely before driving back in without warning.

I closed my eyes, letting the sensation roll through me as I savored every ounce of pleasure—only for Colton’s sharp smack to bring my attention back to him, eyes snapping open to meet his in the mirror.

“Eleanor,” he warned, his tone lethal.

Like a good girl, I watched him fuck me hard and raw through the reflection of the mirror.

He grunted and growled as he drove his length into me, holding my hips for stability. My tits bounced with the force of him, and my body tensed with pleasure.

Watching him in the reflection and seeing my own expression sent me into a spiral of arousal.