I whimper my response, unable to speak.

“I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel every ripple of those muscles. I want you to milk me dry. Will you do that?”

“Yes. Come with me,” I plead.

“I’m… going to.” Yes, he’s moving faster, losing his rhythm. And I love that, too, feeling him lose control, knowing I’m the reason. “Fuck, I’m going to…”

“Yes.” I jerk my hips, meeting his rapid thrusts, losing control the way he is. “Yes, Colt! I’m—” It hits all at once and cuts off anything else I was going to say, but there’s no need to announce it when he feels it happening from the inside. He crashes against me one last time before grunting out his release. The warm rush of his cum filling me is a deep, satisfying sensation. So much better than it ever was before. How have I lived without this?

How can I go back to life without it?

“Leni.” He collapses on top of me, and I hold him, listening to his ragged breaths and his soft grunts as he comes down from the high he drove us both to. “Are you okay?”

That he would even ask me—breathless, muffled against my neck—brings tears to my eyes. But these aren’t tears of pain or sadness. More like gratitude. I smile through them even though he can’t see them. “I’m fine. Better than fine.”

CHAPTER 39

I’m sure the last thing Piper expected when she got back from her lecture was to find Colt in the middle of putting a shirt on. “What are you doing?” she shrieks. “Get out of here! Oh my god!”

Colt and I look up in unison. I lost track of time, and we scrambled out of bed to try and get him out of here before Piper returned from class. We didn’t make it.

And now she’s standing in the doorway to our room, looking horrified. “I’m getting security.”

“No, wait. It’s not like that.”

“What, did he tell you to say that?” I don’t think she could give him a filthier look than she is right now. “I ought to cut your balls off for what you’ve done. How could you? What was it this time? How did you convince her?”

Colt doesn’t say a word. I don’t know if he’s shocked or amused by her reaction. I reach her, take her by the arm, and pull her into the room, then close the door so we have at least a modicum of privacy. “It isn’t like that this time. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s complicated. I promise, though. He didn’t force me into it.”

Then I shoot him a look over my shoulder. “This time.”

Understanding dawns in his eyes, and he waves a hand between us. “You told her?”