Christ, she was petting Wilson and calling him that idiotic nickname again. Poor fucking cat.
Colt smiled into the dark.
She hit the room and Colt heard the cat’s purrs when she did. He didn’t move as she dropped her cat, walked to the nightstand and he heard the soft thud of her cell hitting it then she went to the bureau and stopped. He heard her jewelry clinking as she placed it on the top and then he heard clothing rustle, more soft thuds as her boots hit the floor, all the while he watched her shadow moving and hopping around.
She nabbed something off the end of the bed and went to the bathroom not turning on the light until the door was firmly closed. He heard the sink go on and off, on and off, washing her face, brushing her teeth. The light went off before she opened the door.
She moved the covers, pulling them back before her knee hit the bed. He was about to turn to her when he saw her shadow didn’t move to lie down, she was on all fours, crawling in a direct line toward him.
Her hand went to the covers at his stomach then down then her mouth was on his stomach then that went down too.
“Feb –” he started.
“Hush,” she whispered against his skin.
He heard her necklaces clink together as she wrapped her hand around his cock and he felt her tongue rolling around the tip.
Jesus, her sweet, wet tongue felt fucking great.
Blood rushed to his cock and he thought he might have made a world’s record for getting hard.
“Feb –”
She slid him all the way in.
His hand went to her body which was now curled on the bed, her ass to her ankles, her stomach pressed to her thighs, him in her mouth while her other hand slid along the skin of his chest.
When he touched her he was annoyed to find she’d left on her underwear and it felt like she had on his tee that she was wearing earlier that day. He slid his hand over the curve of her ass when her head started moving and he wasn’t annoyed anymore. He was something else a whole lot different.
“Baby,” he groaned.
As Feb worked his cock with her mouth, Colt hauled her lower body toward him. He had her underwear pulled over her ass and his hand between the legs she spread for him, she was rocking against his fingers and moaning around his cock when her phone rang on the nightstand.
His hand froze and her head shot up.
“You have got to be fucking shitting me,” Colt clipped and in that moment, he swore to God, if he saw Denny Lowe he’d rip the fuckwad’s head off with his own hands.
Feb still had her hand wrapped around his cock but her head was turned to him and she whispered, “Colt –”
But he moved, yanking up her underwear. She let him go and he reached toward the light coming from her cell display, dragging himself up to sitting once he grabbed it.
When he saw who was on the display he changed his mind about whose head he was going to rip off.
His eyes went to her to see her shadow up on her knees and she looked like she was arranging her underwear.
He flipped open the phone, put it to his ear and growled, “This better fuckin’ be good.”
There was a moment of silence then, “I’m in the hospital with forty stitches in my fuckin’ shoulder, closin’ a fuckin’ hatchet wound, that good enough?”
Colt felt his chest depress from the inside and he reached toward the lamp when his phone started ringing.
He ignored it, turned on the lamp and looked at Feb. She was on her knees but her ass had dropped to her calves and her face was white as a sheet.
“Talk to me,” he said to Reece, not tearing his eyes from Feb.
“Bastard got away.”
“God dammit!” Colt snarled.
“I’m in fuckin’ Texas. Asshole tailed me, broke into my goddamned hotel room.”
“You okay?”
“Did I not mention the forty fuckin’ stitches?”
“Other than that, you okay?”
“I was on the move when he delivered the blow, thank fuck, or I’d not have a goddamned arm, but, yeah, other than that, I’m okay.”
Colt’s phone had stopped ringing but instantly it rang again and he looked at Feb, pointed to the phone and then held his palm out, telling her he wanted her to give it to him.
“The police with you?” he asked Reece as he watched Feb crawl over his body and then across the bed on her hands and knees to get his phone.
“Yeah, they’re here. One just got off the phone which is why I ‘spect your phone’s ringing.”
Feb had come back and put his phone in his hand and he looked at the display. Sully.
He let his phone go to voicemail and asked Reece, “What happened?”
“Didn’t hear him workin’ the lock but there’s a streetlight just outside. It shone in bright when he got in the door, woke me up, thank Christ. I hauled ass outta bed and he came at me swinging. That’s when he nailed me. I got a few licks in while yellin’ blue bloody murder. Fucker’s not a fighter, he’s not wieldin’ a hatchet, he’s got nothin’. I got the hatchet away from him and he turned tail and ran. I went after him but he nearly ran me over with his goddamned car. Didn’t think to grab my keys, seein’ as some fuckwit was after me with a hatchet and I was bleedin’ like piss.”
“You call the cops?” Colt asked.
“Yeah, I called the cops,” Reece answered like Colt had a screw loose.
“Cops go after him?”
“Got to the scene in less than ten minutes. Set up roadblocks, nothin’. He’s vanished.”
“Jesus Christ,” Colt clipped.
“Feds want me in protective custody until they get him. I need to talk to Feb.”
Colt looked at Feb to see she was deep breathing again, her eyes locked on him unblinking.
“Give me a second,” Colt told Reece.
“What’s your name?” Reece asked suddenly.
“Colton,” Colt replied automatically.
Reece’s voice changed from hacked off to soft. “All right, Colton, break it to her gentle.”
Colt took the phone from his ear and put his palm over it.
“Baby, come closer.” She immediately slid forward on her knees until those knees were pressed to his hip, her eyes still unblinking and fixed on him. Colt leaned into her and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. “He’s okay but Denny got to Reece tonight. Reece’s got some stitches but he’s okay. Denny got away.”
He watched as she closed her eyes tight and turned her face away. She allowed herself about a half a second to have this reaction before she opened her eyes and looked at him again, lifting her hand, palm up, for the phone.
He handed it to her and she put it to her ear, her eyes dropping to the bed.
“Reece?” she waited. “Yeah,” She paused and listened. “You okay?” She closed her eyes again and shook her head then opened them but didn’t lift them. “I’m so sorry.” Another pause and then quickly, “I know I don’t have to –” She was obviously cut off and she waited a moment before she said, “Okay. Yeah. You can’t check in?” She nodded, listened then said, “That makes sense. You’ll call when this is done?” She listened again, more nodding then she whispered, “Okay, honey.”
Colt fucking hated hearing her call another man “honey”. She’d done it the night before too, he didn’t like it then and he didn’t like it now.
Then again, five minutes ago she had her mouth around his cock and he had his finger inside her and she was currently on her knees in his bed while wearing his t-shirt while Reece was in Texas, didn’t have a prayer in the world with Feb and Colt doubted she’d ever given Reece something like “Landslide”. If she had, the bastard would never in a million years watch her walk away so Colt decided he had nothing to complain about.