Page 64 of Keeping Collette

As much as he’d like to roll her over and take her again, he wouldn’t. She had to have been sore, because he hadn’t been able to get enough of her, and had made love to her twice after the movie had finished.

“How do you know?” He stroked his fingers down her spine.

“You’re all hard.”

He chuckled. “Well, I do work out, so my muscles are hard.”

She swatted him playfully on the chest. “Not in that way. You’re all tense. Is it because I’m so close?” Collette went to move away from him, but he hauled her back.

“I don’t mind your closeness one little bit. I was just thinking that I should go to PT, but I don’t want to leave you.”

Collette pulled away from him causing the sheet to slip down, putting her perfect breasts on display. “Don’t change your schedule because of me. If you need to go, go. I’ll catch an Uber home.”

He sat up as well. “If you think for one second that I’m going to kick you out, or that I’m going to let you get into an Uber, you are mistaken. One: I want you to stay in my bed. And two: if anyone is taking you home, it’s me.”

The very idea of her getting into a car with a strange man didn’t sit well with him, particularly after what almost happened with Isaac’s wife, Marie, and how she’d nearly been snatched in front of the Alliez building.

“Okay. I get it. I just didn’t want you to feel obligated, that’s all.”

Deal pulled her close, swiveling his hips a little. “Does this feel like an obligation? You are anything but one to me, baby.”

Her unencumbered hand snaked between them and she grasped his hard cock. His eyes closed as she began to stroke him up and down, and he lay back and let her have this moment. He’d promised her she could touch him and he was honoring it now.

Deal moaned loudly when her tongue swirled around his tip before she took him deep into her mouth. His head fell back against the pillow and he threaded his fingers through her hair. Not to direct her, because this was her show, but more to anchor himself.

It wouldn’t take much to set him off. He had a feeling he was always going to be on the verge of losing it whenever she was around. Not that he was complaining about that.

His balls tightened, and he wrapped some of her hair around his hand, tugging gently. She didn’t release him but she did look up at him. The sight of his cock buried in her mouth almost had him shooting his load right there and then, but he managed to hold on. “I’m so close to coming it’s not funny.”

As if that was a dare, she sucked him hard, and he couldn’t stop his body from giving up the fight. He moaned long and loud as she swallowed everything he gave her. With one last lap of her tongue she released him and crawled up to rest her head on the pillow right next to his.

“Now I really don’t want to leave you,” he murmured.

“I could say that was my master plan, but it wasn’t. If you need to go, then go.” She sounded so sleepy, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was tired with her next breath.

“Promise me you’ll be here when I get back, so I can take you home?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Collette’s body relaxed against him, and he could tell she’d succumbed to her sleepiness. He lay there until the last possible moment before he slipped out of bed, loving the sight of her hair spread over his pillow, and her body buried beneath his covers.

He wanted to always see her in his bed, but that was something they needed to discuss. Just because he wanted to share a space with her–his or hers it didn’t matter–was something that hadn’t even entered his mind a couple months ago, didn’t mean she was ready for it.

But damn she looked perfect there.

She hadn’t moved when he returned five minutes later, dressed for his PT. Deal leaned down and pressed his lips against her cheek, three little words on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them down.

Not the right time, but soon he would tell her, because he knew deep in his soul that he loved Collette with everything within him.

Fox punished them at PT, pushing them in a way they hadn’t been pushed since the early days of their SEAL training. Even though he’d been hard the last couple months, it was nothing like this.

Deal’s muscles ached and screamed at the exertion, but he welcomed the burn considering it had been a few days since he’d done a decent workout. Yet, it looked as though Fox was punishing himself and taking them along for the ride. Deal, as much as he didn’t mind it, had to admit he was getting a little tired of being Fox’s punching bag for his shitty moods.

“Fuck, Fox, enough,” Jag ground out as they finished another set of burpees. “We’re not in the fucking Navy anymore. We don’t need to push ourselves until we can’t move.”

Hound crossed his arms over his chest and glared at their team leader. “I know shit happened, and it was shocking, but it was fucking months ago. Time to pull your head out of your ass and stop treating us as if we’re rookies, and not your equal.”

All right then, seemed like they’d all had enough pussyfooting around Fox and were having it out with him on the beach while the sun broke the horizon. It was probably time, if the truth be told. They’d given Fox too much space to dwell on Cynthia’s betrayal instead of making him face it head-on and get all his anger out.