Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,57
I peer through the open door before propping myself against the frame as my mouth begins to water. Colton hangs, shirtless, from the pull-up bar with his back to me, slowly lowering himself with a practiced control that has his strong muscles bulging to perfection.
With ease, he pulls himself back up and everything in his back squeezes, causing a waterfall of epic proportions to form in my panties. His tanned skin shines with a sheer layer of sweat and I do everything in my power not to walk in there and tear him down from the bar and screw him senseless.
After finishing his set, Colton releases the bar and drops to the ground, silently landing on the balls of his feet as though he’s some sort of cat. I stare in wonder. Anyone would be fucked if Colton was sneaking up on him. He’s silent and deadly, and hell, from where I’m standing, it’s sexy as fuck.
He turns to grab his drink bottle and in doing so, finds me loitering in the doorway. His brow shoots up. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to know that I’ll be sneaking into your bedroom and taking advantage of you tonight.”
A cocky smirk plays on his lips and he strides toward me, his eyes growing more and more hooded by the second. His hands fall to my waist and he pulls me in flush against his ripped body. “You really think I’m the kind of guy to just lay there and allow you to take advantage of me?”
I push up onto my tippy toes and hover just in front of his face, close enough for him to close the gap but he won’t dare as he waits for me to make the move. “If you know what’s good for you, you will.”
“Well, damn. How could I resist an offer like that?” he says, his smirk stretching wide across his face. “But for the record, if this is the way we’re playing it, I want to be wined and dined first, then I’m going to need you to spank my ass, choke me a little, beg me to call you daddy, and afterward, I’d like to cuddle, you know, as the little spoon.”
I scrunch my face in distaste, teasing him just as he’s teasing me. “Well, shit. If I knew you were this high-maintenance, I would have stuck with Charlie.”
“Fuck off,” he laughs, nudging me away and walking back over to the pull-up bar. I follow and make myself comfortable on the bench so I can get the full view during this set. “Charlie really would want that shit. He’d be a clingy motherfucker and you know it.”
I can’t help but laugh. He’s not wrong. “For the record,” I tell him as he jumps to catch the bar. “I wouldn’t mind a little ass-spanking and choking, but since you’re apparently the bitch in this relationship, I’ll have to make some changes.”
Colton slowly lowers himself from the bar and I instantly get distracted by his washboard abs that lead down into his defined V that’s staring right at me. My hands twitch at my side, desperate to reach out and touch.
How did I get so lucky to be able to call all of that mine?
Colton narrows his eyes at me. “Call me the fucking bitch of our relationship one more time and I’ll have you down on your knees, begging for forgiveness.”
“Promise you’ll tie me up?”
He lets out a small huff as he effortlessly pulls himself back up. “Fuck me,” he grumbles under his breath, making a show of trying to concentrate.
I get up off the bench and walk over to him, playing a very dangerous game of temptation. Will I be able to resist touching him or won’t I? I lean up against the cool, metal frame, mesmerized by the slow-motion show of pull-ups happening right before my eyes. “What are you doing here? Usually, you work out in the mornings.”
A grin cracks across his face. “Didn’t have some chick snoring in my ear to wake me up.”
I grab his water bottle and squirt water at his chest. “You’re an ass. I don’t snore.”
He flinches from the cool water and kicks out his foot, slamming it into the water bottle and sending it flying across the gym as he laughs. “What makes you think it’s you I’m talking about, Jade?”
My mouth drops and I stare at him with a blank expression. “If you've been screwing Spencer this whole time, I’m going to be