scream, you scream at me. When you hurt, you hurt me. I can take it. Right till the fucking end, right until you finally realize how fucking amazing you are.”
His eyes blaze and within a moment, his lips come crashing down on mine as his hand twines around the back of my neck, holding me to him and refusing to let go.
I cling onto him, melting into his touch and allowing him to take whatever the hell he needs.
His kiss is forceful, needy, and desperate, but so is mine.
His hands slide down my body until they’re curling around my ass. He lifts me and slams me against the closed door, keeping me pinned with his hard body. Everything screams within me, my heart, my brain, my fucking pulse. I need his touch more than I need my next breath.
Colton’s tongue sweeps into my mouth and my body instantly responds. My arms wrap around him, pulling him impossibly closer.
I’m fucking falling and I’m falling hard. I can’t allow it to happen but at the same time, I’ve never wanted anything more.
He pulls back ever so slightly and meets my eyes. The emotions staring back at me are raw and crazed. He’s confused, angry, and has no fucking idea what the hell is going on between us. One minute he wants to hate me, and the next he can’t resist my touch.
“It’s okay,” I murmur again, my voice so low that he may not even be able to hear me.
Colton presses back into me, keeping me pinned against the door and drops his head into the crook of my neck. My arms curl back around him and that’s exactly where we stay, holding each other until he finally pulls away and steadies me on my feet.
Without a word, he reaches around me and opens the door. Colton walks out and just like that, he’s gone, leaving me a mess of emotions, completely dazed and confused.
Chapter 9
I sit at the table within the ballroom, watching the projector screen as it flicks through images of Charles with his family vacationing in the Bahamas, at the Eiffel tower, in Rome, and everywhere this beautiful world has to offer.
A buffet-style dinner has just finished being served and I look around the room. It’s well past 9 pm and I haven't heard from the boys or Colton since his little stunt at the start of the party. I don’t even know if they’re still hanging around. Nic isn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve. He's too proud and he would have shut down the second they walked out of here, but this is me. Surely, he would have stuck around to sort shit out, right?
Fuck. I really screwed this up. No, Colton really screwed it up. I should have called his bluff and told him to fuck off but he would have pushed back harder and there’s only so far Nic can be pushed. It wouldn’t have ended well, and either way would have broken me.
I look down at my phone on the table and spin it for the billionth time.
To call him or not to call him? That’s the question.
I let out a heavy sigh and Milo looks over at me. “It’s not just going to magically ring,” he tells me after having watched me for the past two hours sulking. “If you want to fix this, then you need to make a move. I know this is all on Colton, but to them, you’re the one who chose. You have to make it right because right now, they’re all hurting.”
“I don’t think you understand just how hard that’s going to be. We’re not the type to sit and talk out our feelings. It’s just not the way things are between us. We’re the ‘rub some dirt on it’ type of people.”
“I don’t think rubbing dirt on it is going to fix it this time. Besides, you know what’s going through Nic’s head right now?” I look up at him, not wanting the answer but there’s no stopping Milo when he has something to say. “Right now, that boy of yours is picturing Colton’s hands all over your body and that sweet ass of yours taking his cock deep, just like the way you used to take his.”
Fuck. No.
My bottom lip pouts out and I realize that he’s right. I have to make a move and I have to do it now before I lose them. Those boys are all I have in this