Page 111 of Worth the Fall
Colton’s eyes whipped open. “Is that right?”
I nodded.
He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him before I could even realize what was happening. I screamed and tried to fight him, but he locked his hands behind my back and dramatically tried to wipe his sweat on me.
“Colton Nash, you let that poor woman go, right now!” Jo was shouting as she stood up. “You’re hurtin’ her!”
Colton moved his hands to my shoulders and held me up so I could look at him. “Am I hurtin’ you?” He asked genuinely.
I was still laughing so hard I could barely answer, but I shook my head.
Colton looked up at his mom. “She’s fine!”
Jo threw her hands up and walked back toward the trailers.
Jimmy, Alan, Dean, and Dennis followed her, not wanting to see Colton and me flirt any more than they already had to.
Colton leaned to the side and laid me back in the dirt. “Stop horsin’ around, Ally, I need to go shower so we can go eat!”
I put my hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath.
Colton leaned over me, glancing around to make sure his family was really gone, and brought my head up just enough to plant his lips on mine. He kissed me hard, as if he couldn’t get enough. I put my arms around his neck and deepened our kisses.
He lowered my head back down and let out a satisfied noise. “Mmhm, you’re sexy.”
I did my best not to blush and put my hand on his cheek. “You’re sexy.”
He collapsed beside me, tracing my shoulder with his pointer finger. I rested my hand on his ribs, feeling each breath under my palm.
“Want to make out later?”
“Sure,” I laughed at his bluntness.
“Then another date when we get to Stephenville?”
“Yes.”
He leaned forward and planted another kiss on my lips, moaning slightly as he did.
Colton was the one person I shouldn’t fall for, but gosh dang it, I truly couldn’t help myself anymore.
I was falling hard for the bareback bronc rider, and it was terrifying.
Chapter Thirty-Four
I rolled over sleepily, the bright sunlight streaming in through the tiny windows. It was later than I had slept in years, and it felt amazing.
Colton was asleep beside me–actually, asleep is too kind a word–he was unconscious beside me. He was sprawled like a starfish, his mouth open, his hair wild.
I smiled to myself. I could really get used to waking up to that face.
He had a weekend’s worth of stubble on his jaw, which honestly was kinda sexy. It added to his easy rustic look that I found so hot. And to my enjoyment, he was shirtless, the blanket pulled up to his chin.
It hadn’t taken much convincing for him to come lie with me again last night.
After we had gotten back from one of the best barbecue places in Texas and eaten a million s’mores, Jo ordered us all to bed. She said we were getting up early and hitting the road so we could be in Stephville before it was too late.
Colton and I had stayed up way too late, casually chatting about whatever popped into our heads.
