Page 81 of Deviant
His thighs clamp tighter around me, the motorcycle rocking unsteadily beneath us as he shakes. Pre-cum drips steadily from both of us, slicking my fingers. Rhett’s breathing comes in short pants. His eyes are closed, lips parted, completely lost as I keep edging him right to the brink and then easing off again.
“Colt…please. I can’t—fuck. I’m begging you…”
Only when his thighs are trembling violently and he’s babbling incoherently, when he half curses and half praises my name, do I finally fist both our cocks tight and stroke hard and fast.
“Now.” I lean in and whisper the word against his ear, my voice dark and commanding. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart all over my cock.”
Rhett comes with a broken shout that echoes through the trees. His entire body locks up, back arching hard off the bike seat as thick, hot ropes of cum spurt between us. The first powerful pulse hits my piercing dead-on, the wet heat and pressure sending a lightning bolt straight down my spine. And then it’s over for me too.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, gasping out his name as my own orgasm crashes through me. I keep stroking us through it, milking every last drop while our loads mix together in thick ropes that coat both our stomachs and are dripping down our balls and onto the leather seat beneath us.
We stay tangled together for a moment, breathless, hearts hammering against each other’s chest.
Finally, we untangle our legs, and I climb off the bike, causing it to rock, while Rhett strips off his flannel, wiping himself off and cleaning up the seat before handing the flannel over to me to do the same.
“Now, I’d like to actually show you something.” I gesture for Rhett to follow and take off into the thick brush. We only walk for a couple minutes before the cliff comes into view.
The sun hangs low in the sky as I lower myself to sit on the cliff overlooking all the ranches below.
Rhett whistles, lowering himself next to me. “You did always have to outdo me. It’s gorgeous, though.”
“Yeah, Aunt Aria showed this to me when I turned sixteen and needed a place to go. It became my hideaway when I felt alone. That’s why I wanted to share it with you.”
He kisses me gently. “I love you too, Colt.”
Rhett
Two years later
Colt: Study group at 3. Be back at 6. Don’t eat my leftovers. -Miranda.
I read the note on the kitchen counter in Colt’s college apartment that he shares with Miranda. Or at least, he did. Because as of yesterday, we will officially have our very own home on the ranch. It took about a year to convince Colt to build a house on the ranch and about another year to actually get it built. But it’s done.
Colt doesn’t know that, though.
He’s been so stressed with finishing vet school that he has no idea what’s going on back at home. Which is also why he has no idea I’m in his apartment right now.
It’s been so hard to be long distance over the past couple years. I even took off the slow season and spent some time here. But after about a month, I was bored out of my mind, itching to be back on the ranch.
But this time, he’s mine. He’s going to come home and be mine.
We have his graduation ceremony tomorrow, then we will go home, where all of our friends and families are waiting for us.To celebrate him for his huge accomplishments of becoming Dr. Dawson—not Dr. Thornwood like I would have liked. But that’s something I get to lament forever to him about.
I check the ring box for the thousandth time, making sure the ring is still in there.
It is.
After about thirty minutes of me pacing around his apartment, I finally hear the lock on the door turn and Colt walks through the door, his backpack over one shoulder and his keys in his mouth, eyes on his phone. He makes it three full steps into his own apartment before he sees me.
The keys fall out of his mouth.
“What—” He stares at me, then at the door behind him, like he’s checking to make sure he opened the right one, then back at me. “How did you get in here?”
“Halle.”
A beat. “I’m going to kill her.”
“She said that’s fine. She also said to tell you she’s not fixing the ice machine.”
