30

Colt sat quietly in Holly’s hotel room, watching television. Every channel he turned to was about sex in some form. In frustration, he turned off the TV and pulled out his phone to listen to some music. Every song he came across on his playlist seemed to torture him across all genres. I Touch Myself, Sex and Candy, Get it On, Sex Room, Freak me, How Many Licks, Sex Therapy, Sexual Healing. As he tried to shut them off, one after the other, spam hit his phone with pop-ups from several sex sites. He got frustrated trying to shut it down as the phone locked up from the malware virus.

“MOTHER FUCKER!”

Colt threw his phone on the bed and got up, stomping around rubbing his head. He paced around for a minute and tried to gain his composure.

Holly pursed her lips, holding back a laugh as she braided her hair to get ready for bed. He had complained for an hour about the onslaught of sexy images that had bombarded him.

“I need to go take a shower. I’m going to my room.” He got up from the bed and kissed Holly’s cheek. “See ya in the morning.”

Holly looked up with her big round doe eyes and pouted. “You’re leaving? I thought we were going to watch a movie together.”

Colt’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not watching porn with you, Holly. Not now, anyway. We have a bet, and if I stay, I won’t make it another hour.”

Her lip pooched out as she batted her lashes. “Please. You promised. I want to know what you like.”

Colt raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re trying to get me to break. Not happening, slick. I’m going to shower and to bed. Love you, babe.”

“Oh, fine. Love you too.”

Holly got up to kiss him goodbye and Colt ran his hands around to her ass, giving it a squeeze. Holly moaned against his mouth and he knew she was just as keyed up as he was. He smiled against her lips and bit down on her bottom lip slightly. Slowly he ran his hand up her side to her breast, cupping it, feeling her hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her nightshirt.

“Mmm.” Holly hummed.

Intensifying the kiss, he tugged at her nipple and he could feel her arching her hips into his groin. “Fuck Holly. I want you so bad right now.”

“Stay with me. I don’t want you to go.” Holly said as she pressed against his growing erection.

Colt reached down, sliding his hand under the hem of her nightshirt. Teasingly playing with the lace over her bikini line. Deepening the kiss, he slid his finger beneath the fabric, finding Holly already wet and ready for his touch.

“Colt, I need… son of a bitch! Asshole! You’re cheating!” Holly shoved him down on the bed and Colt started laughing as she hit him with her pillow.

“Almost had you beat. One more second and I would have won.” Colt grabbed her, pulling her down on top of him. “Trust me. I will have you again if it’s the last thing I do.”

Holly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing it with feather-light pecks. “I look forward to it. But I’m still not going to lose this bet.”

“You will, and when you do, you’re going to be happy you did.”

“We’ll see. Now get up and get out. You’re too tempting.”

Colt got up, ready to head to his room. He turned back to her. “I forgot to tell you. Dustin has half the roster in on this bet. It’s up to fifteen grand. One of us needs to win the pool. It would be a good down payment on a pretty nice wedding.” With a ticking sound on his tongue, wink, and a sexy smirk, he turned and headed out the door.

Holly flopped down on the bed, a little shocked at what he just said. Of course, they had hinted about marriage, but did he really want to marry her, or was he just saying those things to get her in bed again. She knew that couldn’t be the case. She believed Colt loved her. No. She knew he did. For the first time in her life, she had someone who cared about her outside of her family members.

Holly pulled her pillow to her, hugging it. The smell of Colt’s cologne still lingered there, making her heart leap in her chest. Colt was everything she ever wanted in a man. He was tough and didn’t take any crap from anyone. He was funny, loving, and kind. He loved his family and would give his life for his friends. Not to mention ridiculously handsome. She giggled to herself at the thought. Dating Colt would have made the teenage version of her jealous.