Page 103 of Detour

“God, you’re a handful.”

My smug laugh is smothered by another moan as Coty lowers his mouth to the spot my finger was rudely denied. Sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth, I come instantaneously—with my eyes closed, like a normal person.

Coty stands to grab a condom before dropping his shorts and boxer briefs to the floor. My eyes, now open and alert, drink him in while he rolls it on.

“See something you like?”

His head tilts to the side and he opens his arms, giving me a better view. Perfect. He is absolutely perfect. And mine.

I crook a finger, beckoning him forward. He complies, trailing kisses up my already buzzing body. By the time he reaches my mouth, I’m more than ready.

“No.”

“Liar.” His deep chuckle rumbles my taut belly, warming me straight through. His tip nudges against my entrance, making me gasp.

I pop a shoulder. He asked if I saw something I like, but that’s not the word I’d use to describe how I feel about him, not anymore.

Coty, sporting the sexiest smirk, slides his swollen cock inside, letting my heat surround him fully as I cry out in pleasure. His hands frame my face, then using his thumbs he strokes my temples softly.

“I like that answer better. I don’t know which one turns me on more—your moans or your sarcasm.”

“Probably the one you don’t have to work as hard for.”

Pulling out slowly, our breaths both catch from the loss before he glides back in, hitting my walls deep within.

“Babe, you’re one challenge I’ll never forfeit,” Coty says before gently rocking his hips in time with mine.

I hold him to me or he holds me to him, I’m not really sure, all I do know is this moment. This moment being the one that I will hold forever in my heart, taking it out to measure against any other in my life going forward because this is the moment that Coty first made love to me. And it was everything I never knew I wanted, and more.

* * *

“Here, take this one. I love you in my clothes anyway.” Coty’s tone rises but I ignore it as he tosses a hoodie on the bed.

I scoop it up happily, taking a whiff of his spiced coconut body wash embedded in the material. Seeing it’s another one missing its drawstring, I smile.

A series of knocks that remind me of a new pop song has Coty shaking his head. “I’m surprised he gave us this long.”

The door opens to Beckett standing with his hand over his eyes dramatically, while also peeking between his fingers. Coty shoves his shoulder.

“It sounded like someone was dying a slow, sexy death in here. I didn’t want to interrupt. Luckily, it was fast.” He throws his hands up in defense, laughing, when Coty casts him a frown. “So, you’re back then?” His eyes fall on me. “For good? No more of this silent treatment bullshit?”

I pick at an imaginary piece of lint on my pants. “It would appear so.”

What feels like a freight train plows into my chest, knocking me backward onto the bed with a laugh. Lifting to his hands so he doesn’t smother me to death, Beckett looks down with a huge grin. “Welcome back, neighbor girl. Welcome home. I’ve missed you. I mean I didn’t miss hearing that sound you make right before you-”

A demanding hand grips his shoulder, yanking him upright before he can say more. “We get the point.” Coty pushes him toward the door while my eyes stay on the ceiling, praying my cheeks aren’t as red as I think they are.

“I’m just messing around. Anyway, you used the camera last night, man?” Beckett’s change in tone has me sitting up.

“I wanted to film, uh,” Coty’s eyes flick to mine, “a location.”

“What camera?” I bite out.

“Not that kind.” Coty winks. “It’s attached to my helmet for riding. Actually, all of ours have them now.”

I try, but fail, to hide my grin. They were planning for my return all along.

“Well, it picked up something else I think you should see.”