I grabbed hold of his back, needing to anchor myself on something. I could still hear the low music and laughter from the party, and although it wasn’t likely anyone would happen upon us, the chances were much higher if I let out a scream.
He lifted up his head, reading my mind. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be quiet.”
“Yes, I do.”
“If I do my job right, you’re not going to be able to.” The goofy smile was back, relaxing me so I could enjoy the sensation his busy fingers created.
“I want you.” The words came out altogether. I wanted more than his fingers, I wanted him. Never in a million years would I have expected to hook up with Colton like that, but I didn’t care.
“I want you too.” He pulled a condom from his wallet and unwrapped it before moving over me. “I swear I’m going to worship you, Mallory.” He thrust into me, making me gasp again. After so much time without being touched, my body wasn’t prepared for it.
He stilled. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“You’re not a virgin… ” He said it half as a question.
“No, but it’s been awhile.”
A look of triumph crossed his face. “If it hurts, we don’t have to.” That was Colton, willing to cut off his own pleasure if it meant giving me what I wanted. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed that his interest had gone way beyond friendship before. Maybe I didn’t want to see it. It was easier to pretend his playful flirting was all for show.
“I want this.” I thrust my hips against him, and he immediately moved inside me again.
“I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” he whispered against my ear, keeping his movements slow.
“Don’t be so careful with me.” I pushed up against him again. “I want all of you.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he sped up, thrusting into me faster and harder until I thought I’d completely lose control. I dug my nails into his back and used his lips to silence the scream that wanted to come out when he pushed me over the edge. I’d never felt that way before.
He reached his release but stayed inside me, keeping his weight on me as we laid there sweaty and out of breath.
“You’re amazing, Mallory. Amazing.” He rolled off me, pulling me into his arms so my head could lay on his chest.
“So are you.” I closed my eyes, letting myself fade off into the sleep of someone very drunk and completely satisfied.
Chapter Two
Sleeping in hay is not advisable. I woke up with a throbbing headache and no clue why I was covered in the straw. The usual manure smell that permeated our town seemed even stronger. It took me several seconds to realize I was completely naked and most definitely not alone. The hairy leg draped over my body was as naked as the ass it belonged with. I felt the hardness of a very different body part before realizing who all the parts belonged to. Colton’s head rested on my chest, and he slept peacefully. That wasn’t going to last.
I started to push him off me until I realized I didn’t know where my clothes were. His body was the only thing shielding me. He’d already seen me naked, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to see me again.
I sat up enough to notice the pile of clothes about a foot from us. I pushed against him once more, but he didn’t budge. My head throbbed, and I felt sick. I wasn’t sure if it was from being hung over, or from the fact that I’d just had sex with a guy I wasn’t even dating. I didn’t need to look at my watch to realize we’d spent the whole night in the barn. The morning sun streamed in through the slats in the barn wall, reminding me of how much trouble I was in. I was almost positive my stepdad, Rob, would have called the cops already. He may have let me go to college hours away, but when I lived at home, I was still required to follow his rules.
“Colton.” I said his name softly, nervous about what his reaction would be to our precarious situation.
He stirred, but only cuddled into me more.
“Colt. Wake up.”
“Mmm?” he half mumbled, half moaned.
“Wake up.” I pushed into his arms.
He opened his blue eyes. “Morning, babe.”
“Morning? Is that all you have to say?” I pushed against him harder. He wasn’t having any of it, and he tightened his hold.
“That and wow, what an incredible night.”
“You call that incredible? What the hell happened, Colt?”
“What happened? Come on, you were there.”
“I was drunk.” I could remember the whole night and was probably not that intoxicated, but I wasn’t going to admit that to Colt…or myself.
“No, you weren’t. I wouldn’t have let it get that far if you didn’t know what you were doing.” He was right. I did know what I was doing. I just happened to regret it on the other side. I wished I knew what was going on in his head. Surely he had to be thinking the same thing I was. It didn’t matter. It was a one night stand. He couldn’t hurt me, because what happened meant nothing.
“Last night was a mistake, and we need to stop it from getting any worse.”
“Any worse?” He brushed some hair back from my face. “Don’t talk like that.”
“I have to go, Colt. Do you know what Rob would do to you if he found out about this?”
“He knows you’re safe.”
“How?”
“Annie texted you after you fell asleep. She covered for you.”
“How’d she know to cover?”
“I texted her and asked her to. My parents couldn’t care less, but I know yours aren’t like that. For good reason. You’re supposed to worry about your daughter staying out all night.”
“I need to go.” I pressed against him, and this time he didn’t resist. I slipped on my clothes while he watched, just lying there buck naked. He was hard as a rock, but he wasn’t getting any relief from me.
I put on my skirt and attempted to straighten my hair with my fingers. “I can’t believe this. How did I let this happen?”
“You make it sound like a bad thing. It was perfect.”
“We hooked up in a hayloft. There’s nothing perfect about it.” I pulled a few pieces of straw from my hair. People don’t tell you about the non-glamorous parts of a hayloft hook up. In movies, it’s all sexy, but in real life it’s anything but. First, there’s the hay itself, add in the manure smell and the last thing you get is sexy.