Love Discovered in New York (The Washington Triplets) (6 page)

“Yes,” I gasped, both answering the question and confirming that his fingers were doing an excellent job. “Yes.”

“You are so wet,” Colton whispered as he slid my panties to the side. My hands gripped the leather chair as the feeling of his finger lightly stroking me vibrated throughout my body. “Soaking…wet.”

“Oh…God, yes,” I panted, gyrating my hips in time with his finger as he slowly made circles against me.

“Do you know what I want, Mya?” he asked. His voice was strained as the sound of my wetness echoed through the quiet apartment. “Do you?”

“No,” I moaned as he slid the entire length of his finger inside of me. I opened wider for him in response.

Colton slowed his movements completely. “Are you telling me no because you want me to stop or are you telling me that you don’t know what I want?”

“I—I don’t know what you want. I definitely don’t want you to stop. I—oh God.” My answer broke off into an inaudible gasp as he added another finger. He teasingly moved both fingers in and out of me. I moaned loudly as he pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go and then pulled them almost all the way out before repeating the process.

I felt myself tightening around his fingers as he increased the speed. Frantically grinding on his hand, my breathing became more erratic. My orgasm was building to the point of no return.

“I’m—I’m almost…there,” I panted as he repeatedly rubbed the pads of his fingers against my g-spot with each stroke.

“Not yet,” Colton grunted, pulling his fingers out of me and causing me to whimper involuntary.

Pushing the thin straps of my dress over my shoulders and down my body, Colton hitched his thumbs into the lace G-string and pulled it down too. I was completely naked, my clothes pooled at my feet.

He grabbed my hair by the root and gently pulled me into a standing position. Sandwiching me between the leather chair and his body, I could feel how fast his heart was beating.

Pulling my hair in order to expose my neck, he trailed kisses from my shoulder blade to the sensitive spot behind my ear. His breathing was just as erratic as mine.

“I want to bury myself so deep inside you that your pussy molds to the shape of my dick,” he growled sexily.

The desirous pull deep inside of me built to be unbearable as his words set my body on fire.

With his hand twisted in my hair, Colton turned me around to face him. His eyes devoured my naked body before his mouth covered mine hungrily. I put my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Without warning, he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his hips. Kissing me the entire way, his fingers dug into my thighs as he carried me to the room at the end of the hallway.

When we stopped moving, I slowly pulled my lips away from his. I looked over my shoulder in the dimly lit room and saw that I was right over the bed. When I returned my eyes to his, the fluttering deep in my belly intensified. He looked as if he wanted to devour me.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I want him right now,
I thought as he slid me down his muscular body onto the bed.

Wanting to tease him like he teased me, I held his gaze as I slowly slinked my way to the middle of his king sized bed. Running my hands over my breasts, I rolled my nipples between my fingers. Reclining back, I let my legs inch open. With one arm propping me up, I let my other hand move over my belly and rest at the apex of my thighs.

Colton’s eyes followed my hand as he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. I let my head drop back and I closed my eyes. I could feel him staring at me and it was so erotic having him watch me play with myself.

What is he doing to me?
I thought, dipping my finger inside my wetness with a moan.

The second the sound escaped my lips, Colton was on top of me. I kept my eyes closed and he parted my lips with his tongue, kissing me with a passion I’d never experienced before.

My nipples were so hard, they hurt. I cried out when he latched his warm mouth on one while he toyed with the other. Squirming underneath him, I held his head firmly to me as he captured each nipple between his teeth and ran his tongue across them.

“That feels so good,” I whispered, undulating my hips. “Please...don’t stop.”

He repeated the action two more times before he returned his soft lips to mine. As our kisses became needier and more insistent, I could feel his accelerated heart rate as it pounded against his chest. I could feel the rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing. But most importantly, I could feel him pressed up against my wetness.

Picking my legs up, he spread me open wider. I licked my lips and waited. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes to find Colton staring at me.

“Keep them open,” he said, stroking my throbbing clit. I grunted an affirmation as I struggled to maintain eye contact.

His voice broke sexily as he inched his way in. “God, Mya…Keep…your eyes…open…until…I get…all the…way…in.” With each inch, he filled me, stretching me out deliciously. And the sheer pleasure on his face as we both adjusted to the tight fit sent a fresh wave of chills down my spine.

Moving slowly at first, we both let out a euphoric sigh as we settled into a groove. And then something clicked. Pushing my legs as far back as they could comfortably go, Colton pulled himself almost all the way out of me before driving himself back in. Using his thumb, he toyed with my aching clit as he rammed into me. My eyes fluttered closed as each moan grew louder than the one before it. I clawed at his arms as he pounded into me over and over again. Just the feel of him inside of me was overwhelming; however, I tried to hold back, not wanting it to end. But I was at my breaking point and his voice pushed me too far.

“Let me feel it, Mya,” he begged.

Moaning, I felt myself on the verge. “That…I,” I began, unable to get the words out as I worked my hips harder, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Let me—oh shit,” he groaned as my body started to shake.

With that, the tension that had been building released from deep in my core and spread through the rest of my body. I feverishly gyrated against him, riding the entire wave of the most massive orgasm I’d ever had.

Letting my legs go, Colton slowed down a bit and leaned forward. When our lips found each other, we moaned in unison. Our kisses were messy and chaotic.

“Oh God,” I panted through sloppy kisses. I couldn’t get enough of him.

He put one of my legs over his shoulder and continued with long, deep strokes. Hearing his deep guttural moans spurred me on as he skillfully took ownership of my body. Hitting a spot deep inside of me, I clenched tighter causing him to groan loudly. His impending orgasm provoked mine as we thrust into each other with reckless abandon. Each stroke harder and more intense than the last. Feeling him lose control was it for me.

“Mya…Mya,” he groaned, his body becoming rigid.

I had no control of my pulsating body as we climaxed together. My mouth opened, yet no sound came out as pleasure took over.

As our bodies came down from the high we were riding, all I could hear was our heavy, satiated breathing. Collapsing beside me, Colton and I laid in sated silence for a minute.

I needed that,
I thought as sleep settled over me and everything went black.

I woke up with a start. But before I even opened my eyes, I felt Colton’s arm resting heavily across my middle. I felt the heat of his body pressed firmly against my back. I could feel his slow and steady breaths against my hair. My eyes fluttered opened and I confirmed that we were, in fact, spooning.

What am I doing? This is not the way one-night stands work,
I thought as I carefully lifted his arm off of me. I tried to ignore how difficult it was for me to want to leave his warm bed…and his warm embrace. I also tried to ignore the way my body missed his touch as soon as I successfully maneuvered out of his bed.

Get it together! That’s the first warning sign,
I chastised myself as I stood completely naked in the dimly lit room.
The way he touched me was addicting, and I cannot allow myself to get addicted to him.

Although his blinds were closed, I could tell the sun hadn’t completely risen yet. Careful not to make any noise, I moved slowly. He made a sexy noise that was part moan, part sigh as he shifted. I froze. My heart pounded as I watched him, praying he didn’t wake up. His naked body was on display and I took a second to admire his masculine form. Even the dim lighting couldn’t take away from the undeniable beauty of Colton Davis.

The sexiness radiated off of him like a desert heat. With the face of a model and the body of a Greek god, I couldn’t help but stare. My eyes traced over the tattoo that covered his left bicep, shoulder and chest. I was too caught up in the physical pleasure he was giving me to truly appreciate every detail of his sculpted body and chiseled face earlier. Colton sighed and then moved slightly, causing the sheet to slide down his tight abs. I took my eyes off of the sexy man asleep in front of me and looked at the clock on his nightstand.
Shit! It’s after five o’clock in the morning!

I crept out of his bedroom on my tiptoes, closing the door behind me. With every step, I was reminded of the best sex I’d ever had in my life. My entire lower body was sore in the best possible way. Once I was down the hall, I gathered my clothing from the spot on the floor where we left it. I slipped my panties back on and then dressed quickly. Grabbing my clutch, I tiptoed out of Colton’s apartment within five minutes of waking up.

Dammit, dammit, dammit,
I cursed as I closed the door behind me. Twisting the handle to ensure it was locked, I made my way out of the apartment building. Each step that I took reminded me of each time Colton’s body came in contact with mine. Each step that I took made me clench tight in memory of what my body had just experienced. Each step that I took caused my dress to move against my skin just like Colton’s hands. And I craved it.
I’m not addicted,
I told myself as I walked a little faster
. And I won’t allow myself to become addicted.

HOURS LATER, AFTER A LONG
, hot bath and a much needed nap, I couldn’t stop thinking about Colton. My entire lower body was sore and the soreness was a constant reminder of him. When I limped through the front door of Duke & Duchess for my shift, I was still actively trying to suppress thoughts of him. Just thinking about his hands on my body or his voice in my ear made my body react.

I need to get him out of my mind. It was a one-night stand,
I thought before sliding the sunglasses off of my face and stopping in my tracks. The bar was completely transformed. Instead of the usual dark hues that adorned the place, white fabric was draped everywhere.

What is going on?
I thought as I looked around before my eyes landed on two women who were covering couches with white covers. I surveyed the room again and I didn’t see anyone I recognized.

“Hi… Hello?” I called to the women. “What’s going on?”

The blonde glanced at me briefly before continuing what she was doing. With a dramatic sigh, she loudly grumbled to the redhead, “Jessica, I thought you locked the door?”

“I must not have closed it all the way or something,” Jessica responded, throwing her red hair over her shoulder. Looking back at me, she gave a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry. The bar isn’t open today because of a private party.”

“You should’ve locked the door. You’re making idiotic moves already. I don’t know how long this is going to work out for you,” the blonde chastised Jessica.

Is she serious?
I thought, gaping at them as the blonde continued to work, ignoring me. Jessica smoothed her red hair down and I saw her pale skin flush.

“It was a mistake,” Jessica stated meekly.

“I don’t give two flying fu—”

“Don’t talk to her like that!” I yelled, glaring at the back of the blonde woman’s head.

The blonde quickly spun around and put her hand on her hip. The room became so silent, it sounded as if the air conditioning had even turned off. As we glowered at each other, I could hear the faint sound of feet pounding against wood.

“What did you say to me?” she sneered.

“You heard me. But in case being a bitch negatively affects your hearing, I’ll repeat myself. Do not talk to her like that.” I spoke slowly and deliberately, folding my arms across my chest.

“I was having a private conversation,” she started, before shaking her head. “I don’t have to explain shit to you. Why are you even in here? The bar is closed for a private party so you’ll have to find somewhere else to shake your fat ass.”

My face immediately scrunched up and my hands balled into fists.
Who does this bitch think she is?
I thought, feeling myself getting angry.

I opened my mouth to really let her have it when Nicks and Stephen loudly entered the bar from the basement door.

“Mya!” Stephen and Nicks cheered in unison, dropping boxes and cases on the bar top with a thud.

Marching over to them, I snapped irritably, “Who the hell are they?”

Nicks eyebrows shot up, but he pretended he didn’t hear the tone I used when he lowered his voice to answer, “Jessica and Rhiannon. They are our two new bartenders.”