Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“You’re always looking for me.” I laugh.
Tricia asked me the other day if it annoys me how clingy Colt can be. He’s gone from not giving a girl the time of day to being unable to keep his hands off me. He also has a growling problem when other boys get too close. My answer to her was a solid no.
I didn’t have any problems with it at all. I love every second of it, to be honest. In fact I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him. I’m starved for intimate human connection, and Colt is more than willing to give it to me.
“That’s why I turned the tracking on for your phone.” I run my hands up his chest. Some people may think that’s a bit obsessive, but knowing he can locate me at any given time gives me a sense of security.
“Track away.”
He leans down and drops a kiss on my lips. I let out a small moan. His erection presses into my stomach. I swear he’s always hard when he’s around me. That first night we were together Colt realized he hadn’t used protection. He didn’t have any with him, and both of us had gotten caught up in the heat of the moment. He’d felt so guilty thinking he hadn’t protected me.
He hadn’t given one thought of how our slip up could affect him. He was only worried about me. Another reason why I love him. I reassured him I was fine. Birth control was one of the first things Grams put me on when I had my first real doctor’s appointment. They said most girls my age take it. I’m super glad I agreed. Would I love to see little Colt babies one day? Of course, but not today and not when I’m still having to look over my shoulder. I need to get my life together before bringing another life into this world.
“You’re coming to the game tonight.”
“Yep. Tucker said he’s going to hang with me.”
“I swear he’s creeping in on my woman.”
“You think everyone is creeping in on me.” I smack his chest. “You growled at the donut guy this morning.”
“He was staring at your tits.” I roll my eyes.
“He’s like eighty!” I can’t help but laugh. Colt silences me with a kiss. He doesn’t stop until the catcalls start to ring out in the hallway.
“Fuck off,” he shouts, grabbing my hand to walk me to class. When we get to the door, he leans down to give me a kiss before we have to part ways. I kind of hate when we’re not together. I think I’m as clingy as he is.
The rest of the day drags by. Colt takes me home but has to shoot right back to the school to get ready. It’s a home game tonight. I put on the shirt Colt gave me with his name on the back when I get home. Grams orders pizza, and I grab a few extra slices to take with me. She swings by Colt’s house first so we can pick up Tucker.
“I can see why my brother is in love with you,” Tucker says as he bites into one of the slices of pizza I brought for him. Grams fights a smile, but I know I’m turning cherry red.
“You guys sure you don’t need me to pick you up? It’s not a problem.” She and Grandpa took a little while to warm up to Colt after that first night they met him. Now they see how much he makes me smile, and I told them it was all a misunderstanding, that I had taken his actions and words the wrong way. Things still seem to slip past me that I don’t immediately pick up on. Colt was a grumpy possessive brat that first night he met me. When I look back on it now, it makes me smile. I was it for him from the moment he spotted me. It makes me feel so dang special.
“No, Colt is going to take us home,” I reassure Grams as we get out of the car. She pulls away from the curb a moment later. I stand there looking across the parking lot at the old Ford Bronco. Jerima had one similar to it, but he also had a handful of other cars. I hate the reminder of him and try to push it to the back of my mind. I don’t want thoughts of my past to ruin my night.
“You okay?” Tucker asks. I pull my eyes away from the Bronco and nod. “Let’s go. I think Colt marked off seats for us.”
“Are there going to be more scouts at this game?” I ask.
“Maybe, but Colt’s already been offered a handful of scholarships to choose from so he’s golden.”
“Oh.” Why hasn’t he mentioned that to me? That's awesome. He deserves them. He works hard at his craft from what I’ve seen.