Page 22 of Wild

“Colton!”I kicked my legs as my giant sexy Green Beret carried me up the stairs and down a hall. “What are you doing?”

“You thought I’d have a problem with screwing little sisters, huh?” A heavy palm fell on my ass, and I squealed.

“Ow!”

“Little girl, I’m gonna smack that ass until it’s rosy. Last night wasnota one-night stand for me. And I didnotappreciate you running off.”

My heartbeat kicked up in speed, but I wasn’t afraid. I never expected this level of reaction from him, and frankly, it thrilled me. I’d made it easy for him. Gave him an out. I’d thought it might be a little awkward when he found me here. Thought we’d keep it our secret, and he might chew me out in private later for tricking him into sex with a person he thought was a stranger. With a person who he might consider too young for him. Or off-limits.

But this? This was freaking exciting. He hadn’t been ashamed about what we’d done. He’d admitted it in front of everyone. Very loudly. Very clearly. Now he wanted me alone in, I assumed, his room. I was in dangerous territory here because he was only here for a week. He might want more from me sexually, but he’d be gone before the leftover wedding cake was even finished.

He kicked open a door, stepped in and shut it behind us. The second he dropped my feet to the floor, he tugged my t-shirt off over my head. My nipples pebbled up, eager for his attention.

Mmm. Yes, please. I’d take more of Colton Wolf’s attention any day.

I looked around. Definitely his bedroom. The walls were tan but had posters on them. A shelf over a desk in the corner had trophies.

He sat on his bed and pulled me between his knees, his hands stroking up and down my hips, squeezing my ass. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me, an intoxicating feeling. Since I never wore a bra, I was bare from the waist up. My nipples were hard from being exposed to the cool air. Who was I kidding? They got hard over his caveman behavior.

“S-so you don’t have a problem with screwing little sisters?” My voice came out breathless and small.

“Not this little sister.” His words came out as a dark rumble as his gaze roved over me, honing in on my breasts. “But you are in so much trouble with me, little girl.”

He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. I remembered this action from the night before, as if he were trying to breathe me in. A thrill of excitement shot up my spine, and my panties grew damp.

“So you said,” I purred, feigning more confidence than I had. But he had enough confidence and experience for the both of us. Who marched in, threw a girl he only had sex with once—make that twice—over his shoulder and carried her to his room?

I guessed he knew I was receptive.

And he was possessive. I loved that.

He hooked his thumbs in my yoga pants and dragged them down my thighs. Wow. Okay, I guessed we were doing this. He wasted no time in getting right to it. I kicked off my shoes, so I could step out of the pants. I was in nothing but my G-string, and Colton growled like a wild animal, stroking his hands up and down my legs like he couldn’t get enough of me.

But then he pulled my torso down over one thigh and onto the bed and gave my ass three hard spanks. I bucked.

“Eek! Ow! Oh my God!” I wriggled, a little scared, a little offended. A lot turned on.

“That’s not going to work.” He was already rubbing away the sting, his big palm squeezing and massaging my smarting cheeks. “That’s gonna be way too loud, isn’t it, little girl?Marina,” he added, like he wanted to get used to saying my name. “We wouldn’t want the whole ranch to hear you get your spanking.”

Oh Jesus. Why did that make my belly flip and fresh arousal seep between my legs?

He kept me in that position, though, squeezing and massaging my ass, rubbing his fingers through my wetness. “I have to admit, I’m glad you knew who I was.”

“I’m glad you don’t have a problem with little sisters.”

His hand circling my ass went still. “Exactly howlittleare we talking?” He sounded slightly choked.

Oh crap. I didn’t want this to stop. Would he think twenty-one was too young? He had to be ten years older than I was.

“I’m legal, if that’s what you’re worried about,” I said tartly.

He gave me two more spanks that made me squeal. “I asked you a question, sweetness.” He massaged my ass again, and my core turned molten. “I expect an answer.”

“Twenty-one.”

“Twenty-one,” he repeated, and I swore I heard disappointment in his tone. “And still in college. How many years left?”

“One.”