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“Colton,” I moaned, unable to hold back the string of noises that fell from my mouth as I soaked in the way his cock felt inside me. The slickness of my pussy was undeniable, his shaft moved in and out of me with no friction. I was dripping, aching for this man.

“Say my name again,” he growled.

I waited, watching him as his attention was fixed on where his cock disappeared into my body. When I didn’t respond, he finally brought his attention to me.

Another slap landed on my ass, the sting spreading across my skin as he waited for me to obey. I wanted his attention on me too. I wanted to watch his face as I came on his cock, and I was so damn close.

I bit my lip, my eyelids growing heavy as my vision tunneled, turning black from arousal.

“Fuck, Colton,” I moaned. My body convulsed so hard my toes curled in my boots, but my eyes never left him. His expression tightened, his eyes fixed on me as I came with a moan.

Colton grunted and pulled out. I watched as he came, taking in the way his face slackened and how he bit his bottom lip while he stroked his cock until the very end. His warm liquid hit my lower back and dripped down my ass.

My body was still tense, still desperate for more of him inside me. I wasn’t done, wasn’t finished with him tonight. It was my turn to have him at my mercy.

“What a pretty view,” he cooed. “You covered in my come.” He ran a finger down me, through the warmth, as he teased my ass in light circles.

The feeling of him touching some place so forbidden made my current arousal spike even more.

“Stay just like that, baby,” Colton instructed, and for once, I listened. He disappeared into the stall and returned to clean the mess he’d made.

I stood up and finally spun to face him, his cock was still free and incredibly hard. I bit my lip at the thought of taking him again.

“You know,” I said, adjusting my clothes to look at least somewhat presentable. “I still didn’t get to ride a cowboy.” Buttoning my jeans, I leaned casually against the sink, one foot crossed over the other.

Colton chuckled, straightening himself out, preparing to head back into the bar. “Is that your way of asking me to take you back to the hotel so you can ride me?”

I scoffed, holding up my hand and inspecting my red manicured nails. “Meh. I said a cowboy. I didn’t necessarily mean you.”

Colton growled, stepping into my space, his eyes narrowing with challenge. I met his gaze with a playful smirk. “Clearly, you didn’t understand the rule, Sunshine. My hat means my cock you’d be riding.”

The tension in his jaw and the heat in his eyes gave him away—I had clearly gotten under his skin. Honestly, I didn’t have any interest in anyone else but Colton. This rugged cowboy had my undivided attention.

“Possessive, much?” I teased, tilting my head.

“You bet,” he replied, voice low and filled with intent. “So, either we walk out of here now, or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back myself. Your choice.”

“Nah,” I said, wanting to see if he’d follow through on his promise.

“Okay, you asked for it.” Without hesitation, Colton bent down and scooped me up over his shoulder. I dangled over him, clutching his hat as I watched the bar blur past, everything turning upside down.

Chapter 19

Colton

I COULDN’T CONTROL myself. Couldn’t contain the surge of emotions seeing her in my hat stirred within me. Plenty of women had playfully taken my hat, placing it on their heads as a public claim, but none of them held a candle to Eleanor. She looked like she belonged in that hat, as if it was her birthright to wear it.

My chest ached, my pulse quickened, and my body throbbed with the thought of the meaning behind it. Before storming into the bathroom, I hadn’t realized she was unaware of what she’d just done. Around here, that rule was sacred. If she had no intention of allowing me to take her right then, I would’ve backed off. However, Eleanor had that look in her eye—the one I’d come to recognize. Her already large pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed a soft red, and the corner of her pouty lips curled up ever so slightly. Those were her tells when she wanted me, when she wanted this.

There was more now, something deeper than just physical desire. The ache in my chest whispered of a need that good sex alone couldn’t fulfill.

I was infatuated, teetering on the edge of obsession with this woman and it was all coming to a head now, a storm roaring inside my chest. I’d keep that thought, the deep-rooted feeling, to myself.

Carrying her out of the bar, slung over my shoulder like a caveman, she matched my energy perfectly. She didn’t resist, didn’t complain, simply giggled—a sound so pure and sweet it felt like angels falling from the sky, their hymns soft and heavenly.

We were both tipsy, the excess liquor doing us a favor, lowering our inhibitions and erasing any lingering doubts. Tonight, there was no room for hesitation, no space for second thoughts—only us, wrapped in the unspoken promise of what was to come.

“Are we there yet?” Eleanor groaned, still draped over my shoulder. I’d insisted on carrying her back to the hotel, needing her close in a way that felt almost primal.