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I shake myself out of my sexy daydreams. “Towels are under the sink. Just leave your wet stuff in the tub and I’ll throw them in the wash for you.”
He nods, eyes darting between me and Mia. I can see the dueling needs on his face. He wants me, but his worry over Mia is interfering, and I love it. My family didn’t want to know her, so having someone who puts her first is comforting. And really sexy.
Mia’s easy to settle, falling asleep quickly. Exiting her room, I leave the door open so I can hear her. Though I know I would, anyway. I’ve developed Superman-like hearing when it comes to her. I thought that might have been a birth-mom-only kind of thing, but nope. From the moment I brought Mia home, I’ve been tuned into her.
My mind on Colt’s wet clothes, I don’t see him. Not sure how the hell I missed a six-foot-five wall of muscle holding a tiny pink towel closed at his hip. But I did. Until I was pressed up against all his warm skin, that is.
He wraps one arm around me as his worried eyes peer into Mia’s room. “Is she ok? Does she need anything? I can go get her a treat. Or some ginger ale. That’s good for upset stomachs, right?”
Closing my eyes, I press a kiss to the hollow of his throat. Letting his concern soak into me. “She’s ok. She’s already asleep.”
His pupils dilate as he watches me press more kisses to his skin. I can feel how much he likes it, by the way his breathing speeds up, but also by the pipe pressing into my stomach. I wiggle against it a little.
“I had plans for you tonight, you know. I was going to convince you to stay home for our date so we could have some alone time.”
“Yeah?” He squeaks, pulling me closer. He clears his throat. “Alone time would be amazing.”
I hum in agreement, teasing my fingers through the sprinkle of hair on his chest, stopping to run my thumbs over his nipples.
He yanks away, slamming back into the wall. In his haste, he loses his grip on the towel, but it doesn’t fall. Nope, it hangs there, like a penis tent.
He doesn’t even notice.
“You are a cruel, evil woman,” he pants, lifting a hand like he’ll have to hold me back.
I try not to smile. “I know. I’m sorry.” I bite my lip as I stare at the towel, wondering what it would take to make it fall. It bobs, and my eyes widen in surprise.
Colt groans. “Stop staring,” he hisses. “Mia might wake up.”
I lose the battle, laughing as I shake my head, covering my eyes with my hand. “I know. You’re right. Maybe you should head home. Come check on us in the morning.”
He snorts, “No fucking way. I’ll go get dressed and be right back.” He bolts for the door, and I have a few seconds to admire his truly spectacular round ass and thick thighs. He yanks the door open, the towel flies off, and he’s gone. Naked. Roaming the halls. Good thing these are family-only floors, or he’d be getting arrested tonight.
I’m a nurse. Nothing under that towel is a mystery to me. I swear I’ve seen a thousand penises in my career. But Colt? He’s in a league of his own, and somehow the P word seems wrong to use for him. Cock, dick, pipe…all more appropriate, for sure. I can’t wait to get up close and personal with it.
We’re going to be good friends.
And when I realize Colt put his dirty clothes in the washer and cleaned up the bathroom, I make a silent promise to myself that I’m going to ride him until he passes out.
The man is the total package.
32
COLTON
Itear up the stairs, dick flapping, running past a laughing Zach and Jonas. Pausing only to flip them off. I throw on a pair of shorts and run back down to Evie’s. It feels like it took me an hour, anxious thoughts swirling the whole time. Evie’s standing in front of her washing machine, rubbing her lips.
My shorts are still tented in the front. Maybe I should be embarrassed, or go back upstairs and have a talk with my dick, but I don’t think I can. I don’t think I can make my feet leave this fucking apartment until I know Mia’s ok.
Completely ok.
Like always, I’m drawn to Evie like a magnet. Every time I see her, no matter how long we’ve been apart, I want to go to her, take her in my arms, and breathe her air.
But right now, a stronger force is pulling me in the opposite direction. Towards a tiny human that completely owns me.
Super conscious of my size as I approach Mia’s bed, I do my best to tiptoe around the scattered toys on her floor. The light from the hallway shines in, letting me see my little angel.
Unable to resist her pull, I reach out and brush the dark curls from her forehead. She’s so delicate, so small, and I’m hyper-aware of how sick she used to be. I’ve seen photos. I’ve also seen the scars on her body. Every time I look at those white silvery lines, especially the ones over her heart, my knees go a little weak. The idea of her being in pain makes me want to punch through a wall.
