Page 85 of His Promise

But it isn’t enough.

I shove Colter against the back of the chair and line up my opening with his dick. I impale myself on top of him without the slightest hesitation, and my lips form an ‘O’ and my eyes widen for a moment. I don’t realize just how much I liked the roughness until I find myself choosing it.

My muscles spasm around Colter’s cock like my body is desperate to adjust, but I don’t give it time to. I lift up and slam down again, my eyes rolling. I close them and rest my shaky hands on the chair’s armrest. Colter’s hands grip my waist.

I get into a rhythm and grind on Colter, slowing when I get to the hilt and rubbing my clit. I can tell Colter likes it from the heavy, irregular breaths skating over my ear, but for me, it’s absolute nirvana.

I come violently, the air bursting from my lungs in a moan and my core quaking, before my energy begins to drop and my hips slow. I feel like I could collapse on top of him and be asleep before my head hits his shoulder, but I refuse to stop until he comes. This has to be perfect. For both of us.

“Fuck me, Colter,” I pant, my movements coming to a halt.

My eyes are shut and heavy, so it startles me when my body is propelled into the air. Colter’s cock never slips out of me as he stands and backs me into the wall with a force that drives the air from my lungs.

My eyes open long enough for me to find his lips and I kiss him as he fucks me against the wall. My ass and back scrape and the heat the friction creates is soothed by the cool wall. Everything feels good. Everything feels right. I’m able to forget why I’m here and what will happen tomorrow. I’m able to forget everything except Colter. Him. Me. Us. Right here. Right now. That’s the only thing in the world that exists.

I cry out as I come again, and this time it’s enough for Colter. He pumps into me a few more times before his body stills and his warmth floods into me.

We’re both panting, his forehead resting on mine. His arms quake like he might drop me at any moment, but I don’t even care. I can’t even think right now. I open my eyes to see his are closed.

“I fuckin’ love you,” Colter mutters.

His eyes shoot open like he can’t believe what he just said. He slowly lowers me to the ground and steadies me when I nearly crumple to the floor.

“Sorry,” he says, his voice full of regret. “I don’t know why I said that.”

A pain forms in my chest like I’ve just been stabbed, but I smile and shake my head. “It’s fine.”

He lets out an awkward laugh and smoothes back his hair. He takes a step back and begins getting dressed. Deafening silence envelops the room, and I can’t bring myself to break it. Colter glances at me when he’s mostly dressed and forces an uncomfortable smile. “I’m glad you came to see me. I’m fucking drowning in emails. You would not believe how many words I’ve typed since leaving you guys. I think I’ve developed arthritis in every last one of my fingers over the past two hours.” He holds up his hands and gives an amused smile, but there’s still that awkwardness underneath.

Hereallyregrets saying it.

“Wow,” I say because I can’t think around the knife wound.

“How’s Zeke?”

“He’s doing much better.” I nod too many times. “I think I’ll stay in his room tonight. I still don’t want to leave him alone.”

“Of course.” He buttons the last one at the top of his shirt and helps me hook my bra when I struggle.

“Is that why you found me? To tell me you’d be in his room instead of mine tonight?”

Now’s your chance.

The voice in my head screams at me, and the speech I prepared comes rushing back. He pushes my hair over my shoulder, and I’m grateful I’m not facing him. If I was, he might see the conflict and uncertainty brewing behind my eyes.

My chest tightens and squeezes the knife, more pain exploding.

“Yeah,” I finally say, bending and picking up my shirt. I throw it on and give him a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks for understanding.” I turn and rush toward the door before he can see the hurt on my face.

“Of course.” Colter steps around the desk as I get the door unlocked.

I open the door and hurry out.

“Goodnight,” Colter calls as I shut the door behind me.

His seed spills onto my thigh and I scutter to a bathroom to clean myself up, my head down the whole time to avoid making eye contact with anyone in passing.

When I left my husband, it was the bravest thing I’ve ever done. I saw myself as a fighter. A fierce mother. A courageous woman.

Now, I feel like a coward.

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