Page 88 of Detour

“There’s that sass. I knew it was here somewhere.” Coty drops his mouth to my shoulder, kissing to the other side, his cool breath making me shiver along the way. “Do you have any idea what this back does to me?”

Slow kisses start their descent down my spine and judging from the hard-on pressing into me, I have a pretty good idea. Feeling his lips rise back to my neck, I arch into him, and he sinks his teeth into my flesh.

Coty groans, sucking away the pain, while his hardness teases my readily wet entrance. Leaning on one arm, he reaches over to the bedside table to grab another condom as I toss the towel away completely. He rips the wrapper open and makes quick work of rolling the rubber on.

“Jumping to conclusions, are we?” I tease.

Coty sits back and bends my leg to the side, spreading me wide open. I hear him inhale sharply before cursing under his breath. Pressing against my back again, he nips my ear as his erection rubs my seam in time with my breathing.

“Are you saying you don’t want this?” My moaning is the only response he gets. “What was that?” he asks, picking up the pace.

“Maybe,” I pant.

Coty pushes his tip just past my opening and pauses. Unable to control myself, I lift, trying to slide him in further, but his hands frame my hips, keeping me still. The sheet twists in my hold.

He leans in close again, his lips settling on the shell of my ear. “Are you going to do this,” he pushes in fully, causing us both to curse, and freezes, “with anyone else?”

I have to focus intently on his words because common sense flew out one of my open windows and I don’t expect it back anytime soon. Not with Coty’s body coaxing answers from me.

He’s questioning me while soaking my body in kerosene and flicking sparks in my direction, only his question holds more than he’s saying. He’s asking for loyalty—the very thing he prides himself on, the quality he’s inked on his body for life—but I can’t give him everything he wants, even if that’s what I might want, too.

Unfortunately, the fire is catching and I’m out of time. I answer with the first clear thought that pops in my head.

“I only want you.”

Click. Right into place, the final puzzle piece falls.

The words are out before I can consider the consequences. Fortunately, Coty’s lips are on mine the next second, instantly drowning out any further thought. He kisses with reckless abandon and I greedily plead for more.

Caught up in making love with our mouths, his hands are still keeping me in place, so I swivel my hips to remind him what he started—what he’s going to finish. I grind small circles on him and his head drops to my shoulder.

“Damn, babe. What are you doing to me?”

“Same thing you’ve been doing to me since we met, driving you fucking crazy.”

His head snaps up. “Good. Give me your worst.” Finally, finally, he starts to move, pulling almost completely out before pushing back in. “This is mine.” Snaking a hand around to my front to circle my clit, his name spills from my mouth with ease. “And this is yours.” The thrust he delivers along with his declaration sends shivers up my spine despite the sweat gathering there.

A part of me bristles at his claims. The bigger part of me, and not just the part rapidly approaching climax, knows what he said is true—it’s just taken me longer to accept it. He’s been weaving his way into my life from the first day, whether I’ve allowed it or not. Slipping past barriers, both physical and emotional, Coty’s accomplished something nobody else has by making me feel wanted. He treats me like the prize I never believed I was. He’s discovered the treasure I long stopped searching for. With his continued patience, maybe one day I’ll see what he sees, but for now I’m cautiously following his lead.

Knowing this and admitting it to him are two different things though, so I grip the back of his neck, bringing him close as he continues to pump, saying, “Prove it.”

And Coty, not one to back down, does just that.

* * *

“Angela.”

I turn to see Amity propped against the door. Finished with the car I was drying, I walk over and toss the towels in the washer.

“What’s up?”

“Did you call Joe last night?”

“What?” I sputter.

“Joe…did you call him last night? He said you did.”

Well, he lied. “No, it wasn’t me.”