Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,179

feeling he caused inside of me.

And then he was fucking me, just like he said he was going to, and I was gripping the counter tight because I needed to brace myself as he thrust his hips into me, working out whatever emotional pain he was feeling on my body.

He held my hip with one hand, his other still on the small of my back, holding me steady as he pushed into me.

“Fuck me,” I moaned, shocked at the words escaping my lips.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes.” He was pushing into me harder and faster, pulling his dick all the way out before thrusting it back inside of me.

“Open your eyes,” Colt commanded.

I opened my eyes, watching as he pumped into me, watching my tits bounce in the mirror, watched as he grabbed my ponytail for leverage and began pounding me harder.

“Colt,” I moaned. “Oh, my God, Colt.”

He fucked me harder and faster, over and over, his dick opening me to him as he claimed my body.

Finally, he pulled out of my completely, then, picked me up and set me down on the counter, turning me around toward him before entering me again immediately.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he put one hand on the mirror behind me, the other on my tailbone as he fucked me harder and harder, and then we were both coming at the same time, our bodies exploding as I felt him shoot a load inside of me, warming me, shot after shot of his seed coating my inside.

When he was finished, he stayed inside of me, pulled me closed, scooting my ass forward on the counter I until was flush against him.

“Olivia,” he whispered, and he was brushing my hair back from my face, pushing the strands off my forehead. Now that he’d had his release, his tone was tender, his voice filled with emotion. “Olivia, baby, you have to trust me.”

“Colt,” I pleaded. “Please, I don’t …” I trailed off and closed my eyes, but his hands were on my face, one on each side, and he tipped my lips up to his and kissed me.

“No,” he said. “Olivia, you have to trust me. You have to.”

I felt the tears welling up against the back of my eyes, because I knew what he was really asking when he was telling me to trust him. He was telling me that I needed to work with the FBI, that I needed to turn on him.

“I…” I started, but he pulled me to him and silenced me with another kiss.

“Olivia. You need to trust me. I need to protect you.”

I could hear it in his voice, how badly he wanted it, how much he needed me to agree. And so I nodded. As much as I didn’t want to, I would have done anything he’d asked of me then, would have done anything he required.

I couldn’t deny it any longer.

It made no sense, it was crazy and insane and defied all logic.

But I was in love with Colt Cannon.

We returned to our table and finished the rest of our breakfast. Now that Colt had gotten me to agree to what he wanted, his mood had lightened considerably, and the moody broodiness was gone.

He was attentive at breakfast, talking and laughing, taking time to reach under the table to rub my knee or take my hand and pull it to his mouth and kiss my palm.

When we left, his hand was intertwined with mine, strong and secure. The sun was out now and I raised my face to it, feeling the warmth, closing my eyes as a breeze blew by. I wrapped my arms around Colt’s bicep, feeling a rush of happiness. But the happiness was short-lived. Because Colt and I weren’t just a normal couple. We weren’t just a boyfriend and a girlfriend enjoying their time out after breakfast.

There were big things going on, complicated things.

When we got into his car, Colt reached over and put my seatbelt on me, clicking it around my waist, his hand brushing the side of my breast as he did. My pulse pounded. It was so strange – I’d always thought that once you’d had sex with someone, it would take some of the edge off your attraction to them, but the fact that we’d just fucked a few minutes ago did nothing to diminish the intense want I was feeling, the urge to have his hands on my body so strong it blotted out all reason.

He reached