Chasing The Wild (Crimson Ridge Book 1)
Chasing The Wild: Chapter 20

We barely make it inside the door before Colt has me pinned against the wall.

His mouth is a searing brand against mine, and I chase his tongue with desperate noises I didn’t know I could make. We tear at each other’s clothes, tugging on zippers and buttons, and bump into one another with the effort to shed the winter layers we’re both wearing.

I feel like I’m burning up inside my skin.

Jackets thud to the floor one after the other, and my sweater is tugged over my head, leaving me in my bra and jeans still unbuttoned from out in the barn when Colt made me fall apart like no one else has done before.

I’ve never had a man make me come like that.

The sight of Colton Wilder on his knees with blazing eyes staring up at me while his tongue ran perfect circles over my clit will forever be embedded in my memory.

No man has ever looked at me with anything approaching such intensity.

My fingers yank at the hem of his shirt impatiently, I don’t want to try and navigate buttons. I just want it off. I want this man naked right fucking now.

Colt senses my urgency and undoes the top couple of buttons with expert hands, before reaching behind his head and tugging everything off in one pull. Leaving his hair ruffled and wild and so achingly sexy.

“Jesus. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Colt brushes the backs of his knuckles over the swell of my breasts and down my stomach. Goosebumps and flutters follow in the wake of his touch.

I move my palms to hover over his bare torso and pause. I’ve seen him half naked like this before, when he’s forgotten his shirt and wandered around in the gray light of morning. Yet, this moment somehow seems like I’m overstepping by finally putting my hands on him.

Why is my mouth so dry? I hastily work down a swallow. My eyes bounce everywhere. From his sculpted shoulders, to his chest, down to the muscled outlines ridging his stomach. He’s so fucking hot I can’t even breathe.

“Can I touch you?” It comes out as a throaty whisper. God, I want to climb all over him. But I’m nervous as all hell.

The solid, powerful figure in front of me is a man, and I’ve clearly only ever wasted my time with boys.

Colt rests his palms up against the wall on either side of my head. Caging me in with his strength and warm scent. “You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.”

His words glide over me like silk. Drawing me into him, like we’re magnets, unable to remain apart. My fingers replace every groove and dip and defined line, tracing over Colt’s warm skin with a fever running through my veins.

I’m pretty sure I whimper because he’s here and not running from this—us. And Colt’s body is absolutely worth worshiping.

Holy shit.

“Fuck.” His voice is husky as my fingers glide closer to the muscled v leading to his waistband. We’re both breathing heavily, looking down at the path I’m tracing. One that leads right to the bulge where his cock stands hard and insistent against his fly.

I nibble my bottom lip. Fully aware that we’re right at the brink of no return. The moment when my stupid moral compass decides to make itself known. “How does this work? We shouldn’t … we shouldn’t be doing this?”

Colt’s stomach caves a little under the brush of my fingernails, following the dusting of dark hair leading below his pants.

“I’m a selfish asshole. Don’t you think I know… that I shouldn’t be anywhere near you right now?” He lets one hand drop and runs the length of my arm with the rough touch I’m ready to plead for more of. Immediately. “But I’m going insane with the need to have you, angel. So you tell me what you want. I’ll take whatever fucking crumbs you’re willing to throw on the floor.”

My heart thunders in my ears as he reaches for my unbuttoned pants.

“The storm—the roads.” I falter.

Colt’s fingers hook below the loose waistband, tugging them down to expose the lace edging of my panties. “It’ll be at least two weeks before they reopen,” he murmurs.

My mind is spinning with pleasure and need and poor decisions. That means at least a couple more weeks stuck up here all alone with Colt and no way anyone can get in, or out.

“So we’ve got two weeks?” I drag my teeth over my bottom lip. My eyes flit up to meet his and the racing sensation in my chest intensifies.

His pupils are fully blown, and the sizzling lust in the air between our bodies is matched by the crackling in the giant fireplace. Neither of us needs to say it out loud, but we both know. We both understand what that means.

The clock is ticking until Kayce returns, and whatever this forbidden thing is between us has to end. It has to, because I can’t stay here, and he won’t risk further ruining his relationship with his son.

“Two weeks.” Colt’s jaw flexes.

“Two weeks.”

I nod slowly in return. Repeating his words.

Hazel eyes slide down my body. Leaving a burning trail in their wake, roaming hot and hungry across the softness of my aching breasts and swell of my stomach.

I take in a shuddering breath.

He leans closer, hovering his lips over mine while circling the front of my neck with one strong hand. “I expect you in my bed every night.” His fingers squeeze lightly over my throat, and my eyelashes flutter. “If that’s all I get, I won’t settle for anything less than having all of you.”

A needy, whimpering noise rises up my throat beneath his firm hold.

This man has me quivering with desire under the possessiveness of his grip and his desire.

“That had better be a yes, Layla.” Another squeeze punctuates his words.

I wet my lips and nod. “Yes.”

That one small word seems to be the final straw for Colt. He hauls my body against his in a way that I don’t think I’ll ever get over, lifting me so effortlessly and carrying us both across to the lounge.

My horny brain is entirely hung up on the feel of his heated skin pressed up against mine, the way his scent winds a coil around me and wraps me up, how his muscles are so firm beneath my trembling fingers.

He’s so steady and sure, while I feel soft, melted, reduced to a puddle.

Colt is so goddamn capable. What would it be like to have a man like this take care of me? It’s a dangerous thought—one that I quickly push aside. This is sex, only. Don’t go getting it twisted, Layla.

I’m tumbled down over the end of the couch, and my instinct is to try and push myself upright. But Colt takes command and presses a firm palm beneath my shoulder blades, tipping my body forward to greet the couch, exposing my ass in the air.

Holy shit.

This man is trying to kill me.

My already flushed cheeks turn into an inferno as I feel his presence right behind me, peeling my jeans off my legs with so much careful precision, it feels as though he’s unwrapping me. Once they hit the floor, he lowers to his knees again, staring at every single curve and stretch mark from up close.

“Goddamn woman, that ass of yours has been tempting me since you first stepped foot on this mountain.”

His voice is gravel and velvet and makes my toes curl.

“Colt…” My voice is muffled against the cushions and I try to squirm away from his scrutiny. It feels so wrong, and yet, at the same time, hearing how he appreciates my body is messing with my brain chemistry.

“Unless the rest of that sentence is please eat my cunt until I forget my own name, I don’t want to hear another word.” His fingers glide just along the crease below my ass, tracing the sensitive skin at the top of my thigh, before hooking beneath the edge of the fabric seated against my skin.

Tugging my soaked panties roughly to one side, he lets out a low, gritty sound.

I make a strangled noise of protest.

“You—You don’t have to. You’ve already had to do that once.”

“Had to?” Colt’s so close I feel his rough words against my exposed pussy. He makes a disapproving noise, then bites my ass so hard I squeal. “Did some fuck-face with a small dick make you feel like you owed him if he ate your pussy one single time? Like you had to make it up to him even though he never made you come?”

Oh my god. Every inch of my skin has gone up in flames. I can’t handle this. Colt is staring at the most intimate part of me, pointing out what idiots I’ve let myself fall into bed with up until this moment. His own son included.

“I’ll tell you now, I intend on spending as much time as possible licking this sweet little pussy of yours. And I’ll gladly spend all night with my head between your thighs without you touching me once.”

I whine and jerk against the couch as he bites me again. A fragment, a spark of an idea flares to life inside me when I think about him leaving bruises on my skin. There’s a hint of something, a faint tingling sensation that races through my veins… I hope to god when these two weeks end I’ll be covered in his marks.

“There is no having to do anything, I’ve been craving this, Layla. I’ll eat you for every meal. You are goddamn beautiful and the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. So, let me take care of you until you’re shaking and soaking my face like a good girl.”

There’s no more talking or wondering. Colt’s wicked mouth is on me, leaving me a quivering mess, gasping and whining as he sets to work. He presses his tongue into me, then alternates that by sliding two fingers inside, and I’m hopelessly at his mercy.

I’m quaking, so close to coming another time—something I didn’t know my body could do in such quick succession. There’s not much I can do except dig my fingernails into the cushions below my head and let out a string of ungodly noises. Each flick and suck of his skilled tongue, along with the scratch of his beard against my sensitive skin, drags more whimpers and moans to the surface. The hardened buds of my nipples drag against the inside of my bra as they’re pressed into the couch.

My legs shake when he spears his tongue inside again, humming against my pussy, seeming to love the way I’m losing it above him.

Fuck, this man has already ruined me, and I haven’t even caught a glimpse of his cock.

This time, he draws back, right as I’m dangling on the precipice of falling apart. Leaving me lying there breathless and with my pulse pounding between my legs.

Warm arms band around my middle, drawing me upright, so that my back is against his broad chest. Colt seeks my lips out, tilting my head, devouring every drop of my soft moans. Forcing me to taste just how thoroughly coated in me his mouth is.

“I expect you to be right here and completely naked by the time I get back, angel.”

He growls, nips at my jaw, then his heat and his strong arms—the only thing keeping me upright at this point—are gone. Leaving me a panting mess, awkwardly standing in the middle of the lounge.

I flutter around in place, trying not to collapse and to get my bearings. Working my way around the couch, I end up somewhere close to the fireplace. Without knowing what else to do, I toss a few fresh logs to build the flames back up.

God, I’m so not good at this.

When Colt saunters back into the room, his big hands are working on unfastening his jeans. Hazel eyes drag down my body in a leisurely sweep, while his tongue pokes against the side of his mouth. The corner of his lip tilts up, and the sight of him looking like some sort of sex-god, cowboy rogue, is entirely too much for me to handle.

“I—Uhh—” Apparently, he tongue-fucked all my brain cells out of me, because all I can do is stare at his groin.

He’s in total command.

I feel painfully naive.

What I do notice, other than the way his corded muscles in his forearm flex as he unzips his fly, is a foil packet peeking out from one of his hands that he must have gone to replace.

Of course, the sluttiest part of me kicks up a silent protest, demanding to feel this man bare. I’m on birth control. I’m all clear. I will happily drop to my knees and politely whimper my request to feel his cock pulse and unload inside me. But knowing that he’s already had one run-in with an unwanted pregnancy in life, who could blame him for always using a condom.

Colt prowls towards me from across the room. “I won’t ever say no to fucking you while still wearing clothes, angel, but right now, I’m greedy enough to want to see every perfect inch of you.”

Oh, right. Getting naked… for him.

“Ok,” I breathe out. Insanely turned on and more than a little shaky, I retreat a step as he closes in.

Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra, letting it drop to the floor. Another step and I’m backed up against the wall. This feels even more sensual, the fact he’s demanding that I undress for him, while drinking in the sight of me. Colt has slowed everything right down, and it’s only ramping up how needy I am to have him.

He sucks in a ragged breath as my nipples tighten even more under the weight of his gaze.

“And those soaking wet panties.”

Each frantic thud of my heart is in the back of my throat. Biting down on my lower lip, I hook my thumbs under the lace and lower them to the floor. While the man in front of me palms himself through the front of his briefs. His pants hang loose around his hips, revealing that trail of dark hair below his navel and muscled v disappearing below the waistband.

With every agonizing second, he devours the sight of me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Until now, I’ve only ever had sex with the lights off, fumbling around in a bed, covered up by sheets. No man has ever taken the time to watch my body like this.

I can’t decide if I want to be swallowed up by the floor, or lay myself spread out for him and let him drink his fill all day long.

“Christ.” There’s a deep rumble that comes out of his chest. “How the fuck am I supposed to get anything done around here for the next two weeks?” Colt is right in front of me now. Reaching to grasp my chin between thumb and forefinger, his molten gaze brands me just like the proximity of his body does against my nakedness.

He drags his thumb over my bottom lip, then presses down. God, I crumble beneath the possessiveness of that tiny action. Forget being naked while he’s still half-dressed. All this man needs to do is grip my chin and tug on my lip, and I’m ready to kiss his boots and plead for his cock.

Colt must read my mind, because the lines around his eyes crease a little, and there’s a renewed heat behind his hazel stare. I can’t help but shiver the longer he crowds me like this and doesn’t give me what I want so badly.

“Cold, baby?” His voice is raspy.

I shake my head. “God, no.”

Amber flecks spark and glow brighter around the inner ring of his eyes. It’s an honest answer, too. There’s so much heat pouring off his bare chest, I feel like it’s about a hundred degrees in here. My pussy is screaming for him, and my blood is racing in time with the force of the storm outside.

A low rumble fills the space between us. “I’m going to try and take it slow with you, sweetheart… if I do something to hurt you, promise me you’ll tell me.” Colt’s hands move down to where his erection strains against the front of his briefs, and my greedy eyes track every second.

The moment he pushes down the waistband and his cock springs free, I let out a soft whimper.

Jesus. Fuck.

I knew Colt had a big dick, but this… he’s thick and long and the smooth length is veined. I’m salivating at the size of him, while my pussy is already clenching in anticipation of whether or not this man is going to split me in half.

“Holy shit.” The whisper falls out of me.

He makes quick work of ripping the foil and rolling the condom over his massive cock. All the while, I’m squirming and staring and going out of my head with the anticipation of having him inside me.

I don’t want to go slow anymore. I want this man to pound into me and have me screaming this mountain down.

“Hold on tight, angel.” Colt reaches behind my thighs, hooking me around his waist and my arms around his neck. My back is shoved up against the wall, and I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t below freezing outside, this is exactly how things would have ended up in the barn.

Then he’s nudging at my core. With his jeans slung low on his hips, fisting the fat head with one hand, he guides himself against my entrance. It’s impossible to take my eyes off the spot where our bodies are about to join together in the most carnal way.

He presses forward, notching the tip just inside, and I gasp at the stretch. I’m soaking wet and so fucking turned on after having his tongue in my pussy, that he slides forward easily. Stilling and holding there, with just the head breaching me.

“Fuuuuck.” I dig my fingernails into the back of his neck. My pussy walls are already fluttering, adjusting, welcoming this man inside me for the first time. The sight of him, hard and slowly pressing forward has my eyes nearly rolling back in my skull. He’s so fucking big, it pinches a little, in a good way, but even still, I’ve never experienced anything like the size of this man.

“God. Colt. I don’t know if it’s going to fit.”

Colt makes the sexiest groaning sound ever. One that vibrates straight through into my chest.

“It’ll fit, baby.” He bends his head and sucks my earlobe into his hot mouth, sinking a little deeper as he does so. “We’ll make it fit.” The pleasure of how good his lips feel, while my body adjusts to him, nearly undoes me completely.

“Breathe for me. Just like that.” The gravel in his voice and scrape of his beard against my throat is intoxicating. “Relax, I’m not even halfway in yet.”

“Oh, god.” I whimper. Melting against him as he keeps licking and sucking down on the sensitive spot beneath my ear.

He keeps working me like that, rough hands hold me tight, as his velvet words pour against my overheated skin and my body welcomes him deeper and deeper.

I’m only vaguely aware that I’m moaning and tugging on his hair, my hips starting to shift of their own accord. Waves of sensation and pleasure roll through me in endless succession with each new shove forward. Colt works himself in and out with pulsing thrusts, each time sinking further inside my pussy.

“That’s it, baby. Look at you, taking me so well.” His praise coats me from head to toe as I arch into him. Everything feels tingly, and I’m floating, gliding as my almost-orgasm from before dances back into reach.

Colt groans as his hips finally meet mine. “Jesus. Fuck.”

“Oh, god.” I feel so full. Forget ruining me, this man is going to imprint himself upon my body in a way I’m never going to be able to forget.

“Are you ok?” His lips move against my neck. I can feel the strain in every muscle of his shoulders as he’s holding himself still. Letting me stretch around him.

“Please. It’s so good. You feel so good.” Fuck me senseless, please, because a thought has already begun to dangle on the edge of my lust-soaked mind… I don’t think two weeks is going to be enough with this man.

“You have no idea.”

His voice draws me out of getting lost inside my own head. Shifting his hips back, sliding almost all the way out, I’m then treated to the most insane, incredible sensation as he punches forward. Both of us groan while pleasure shoots through me, making my toes curl. And that’s when he really fucks me. Time slows down, and there’s nothing but the slap of our bodies together, the filthy sound of my wetness, and the desperate noises I make while clinging to him.

I don’t stand a chance against how good this feels, with my climax thundering toward me.

“That’s it, beautiful. Let go for me.” Colt slides his thumb down between us, replaceing my clit and rubbing firm circles. Moaning and clenching around him, I’m dragged beneath the wave almost immediately. He expertly captures my mouth with his own and soaks up every ounce of my climax, every whimpering noise.

He fucks me straight through my orgasm, maybe into another, I don’t even know, but the drag of his cock against my walls is drugging. Colt slams into me until I feel him tense, his thrusts start to lose their rhythm, and his grip grows punishing.

“Fuck. Fuuuck. Angel.” He grunts a delicious, dark noise that I want to curl into and wrap myself in, then I feel his cock swell, and he buries himself deep. Colt’s erratic breaths and biting kisses are matched by his release sweeping through as he fills the condom.

I’m officially lost to this man. Clinging to his neck, with our hearts hammering between us, gladly buried beneath the drifts of snow trapping us here together.