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“Yes, you can.” He sounded so sure.
“You’re going to break me.”
He let out a breathy chuckle. “I could never bring myself to break any part of you.” He slowed his thrusts and moved one of his hands to my shoulder. He pulled on me to sit up until my back was to his chest. I laid my head back against his shoulder, feeling too weak to hold it up. He still moved inside me, only his thrusts were slower, making me savor every sinful inch of him. His hands slid to the front of my body. One found its way up inside my shirt and under my bra. The warmth from his palm as it kneaded my breast made me close my eyes. His other hand slowly dropped south and the moment his fingers found my clit, I groaned. I threw an arm behind me to grab the back of his neck, needing to hold onto him as he began rubbing slow circles over that super sensitive spot.
Panting, my chest heaved as he pushed me toward the edge of release. Feeling me getting close, his thrusts picked up speed. I screamed as he not only sent me over the cliff, he threw me, and the fall wrecked me. I lurched forward and caught myself on my hands.
Colt’s hands went back to my hips. I knew he was moments from coming when his grip tightened. To my surprise, he let me go and pulled out of me quickly. I spun around to see him stroking himself as jets of cum spilled out of him right onto the wet spot I’d created on the seat.
For a moment we just sat there trying to catch our breath.
“Why?” I said between breaths.
His eyes met mine. “Because you’re not on birth control.”
And just like that, reality came back to me. It had been days since I’d last taken my birth control because it and my nightmare medication had gone missing. No doubt Mr. X had taken it.
Weakly, I reached for my shorts and underwear. “I’m sorry I forgot.”
Colt tucked himself back into his pants. “I didn’t remember, either, until I was about to come.” After he finished buttoning his pants, he frowned down at the mess we’d made on the seat.
“Now we’re both going to get into trouble for coming all over Keelan’s backseat,” I said as I pulled my underwear and shorts on.
Colt gave me a proud smirk again. “I highly doubt you’ll get in trouble for soaking the backseat. Keelan is just going to be peeved that he wasn’t the one to make you do it.”
An intense blush bloomed in my cheeks.
“I, on the other hand, am screwed if I don’t clean this up,” he said as he peeked over the backseat into the trunk. Seeing something, he reached back there and grabbed what looked like one of Keelan’s gym bags. Dropping it in his lap, he unzipped it and searched inside the bag. “Perfect.” He pulled out a towel and a shirt. He used the shirt to clean up the seat the best he could before laying the towel over the wet spot. When he was done, he shoved the shirt back into the bag and tossed it back in the trunk.
My eyes felt heavy, and my body completely spent.
Colt eyed me before holding his hand out to me. “Come here.”
“Are you still mad at me?” I asked him tiredly.
“Yes, but I still want to hold you.”
Wanting that, too, I took his hand and let him help me over to him. He leaned against the door on his side so I could lie against his chest. If he was uncomfortable, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me tightly.
It wasn’t long before my heavy eyes won the battle and closed. “I’m going to have a nightmare,” I whispered.
He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll be here to wake you.”
5
“Shiloh,”a feminine voice whispered.
My eyes shot open, finding myself surrounded by darkness. It was so dark I couldn’t tell what was up or down, but I could feel a presence coming toward me. Everything in me told me I had to get away—to run. So I did. I ran not knowing where I was going or if I would slam into something. What I did know was that the presence I felt began chasing me. The threat I could sense from them made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I blinked, or at least I thought I did, and a light appeared in the distance. As I ran for it, I could see that the light was coming from a cracked door. I blinked again and I was suddenly standing right in front of it.
The moment I saw the bloody handprint on the door, I knew where it led.
“Shiloh,” the feminine voice whispered again, and that time I realized who the voice belonged to.
“Isabelle?” I said as I pushed open the door.
I braced myself to find her bleeding on the floor. The door swung inward slowly, revealing an empty bathroom. There wasn’t even a drop of blood anywhere. I walked inside the bright room toward the sink, my gaze taking in the mirror as I did. It was clean. Mr. X’s message was gone and all I could see was my reflection.
