I have just come to learn that I cannot trust Alexa, not only not to sneak in my room but also that there is much more to her relationship with Karlo. What I am not completely sure about it, but I am confident that I shall find out within the next few hours once Jax comes back with information for me.
My question is, why would Vic want to tell her about it if it truly does not concern her that much. Do I even dare to ask Vic what else is going on that I do not know of? Well, that I shall consider once I talk my way out of this one.
“I am just telling Trinity how we have not heard from Karlo in a while.”
“But,” Trinity tries to interrupt. I bump her gently in her side and give her the don’t say a word look. Thank god the woman has as much brains as what she has beauty, for she immediately stops dead in her sentence.
So I turn my attention back to Alexa, which, thank fuck has more clothes on than before, yet thought that is an image that I am not going to get out of my head soon, and then I see as Jax comes up from behind her. Now the faces that this man is pulling exactly tell me what I am thinking, and god, I cringe every time that the damn image crosses my mind.
Much to my relief Jax comes to relieve me, and I lead a very worried Trinity back to her room. Once we are firmly shut behind the door, which is truly not shut for those damn locks are still missing, she turns to me.
“Colton, what is going on? Why did you lie to my mom?”
“Your father said I must not tell anyone, but I told you because I don’t want to hide anything from you. I am not sure how much your dad wants your mom to know.”
Satisfied with my lame-ass excuse, I wiggle my ass out of my jeans, and then she so casually insists that I rid myself of the only other thing that was going to stop me from taking her.
Now god, I know this woman can scream. Do I even try and take her without her moans waking up the entire house, or even worse, get Alexa to walk in on us.
Fuck that.
I slip my naked body past every inch of her hot skin; she is soft and tight and, oh my god, so sweet in all the right places. The very ache for her is growing intensely painful between my thighs as I am nearly about to burst out begging for her touch.
She cups my tight ass in her small little hands and grinds, and does she grind. The tension is growing, and the ease of the wet sensation, and don’t fucking ask me if it is her or me, but god, we are sliding like an ice block on a hot summer's day.
Without having the willpower to control it anymore, I find myself doing the very thing I was trying to avoid, “God, Trinity, please.”
She palms the base of my erection and drags her hand up so slow; I feel like I can almost fucking die. Then down she goes, slipping her thumb over the tip of my head and dragging those fingers until I am covered in my own damn wet mess.
“Princess, you are going to fucking make me cum, and this is not what I had in mind.”
“It is called foreplay, Colton.”
“I don’t think I will be able to survive foreplay.”
She, now this girl, is petite, but she flips me over on top of her, and I am exactly right where I want to be. I do not care for her foreplay; I want to be so deep inside her that I will rip her apart. Every part of my hot flesh wants to be tucked inside her.
I lift her on top of my lap, and she hooks those long elegant legs around my waist. My hand tangles in her hair, and I pull her head back so far that her bare neck is fully exposed for my tongue to take. With long slow kisses, I drag my lips down her soft skin; she moans and only but whispers.
“I thought you cant survive foreplay.”
“Oh, princess, this is just to make you wet.”
“Fuck, Colton, I don’t think I can…”
I kiss her words away as I take those sweet lips and nibble on them gently. Then, when I think it cannot even go further, I pull her head back, so all that is lying bare in front of me is her fully erect nipples. With slow but hard circles, I ripple my tongue over them. Her body jerks, and I feel as she is becoming a total wet mess.
“Bend back, princess.” As if the poor girl is not already arched against the bed.
I lift her as but only a bit up for total comfort of access and thrust into her without a single warning.
“Oh, god, Colton.”
She scrunched her hands in the sheets, and I slam even harder, a full deep thrust making her body shudder. The bolt shooting through me as the depth of my erection overwhelms me leaves a deep growl from my throat.
“Fuck, princess. God, I missed you.”
I thrust again, pulling that tiny head back, giving me wider access as I push her legs even further apart. Then another thrust with so much force that she slides off my lap and falls back down on the bed. Pulling her back by the legs and wrapping her firmly, I grind my erection deep into her until she squirms. I only but leave her tightness for but a second and slam a deep thrust between her legs again.
“Yes, fuck, Colton.”
“Princess, I am going to fuck you so hard until your cry.”
Then just as I am about to drive with extra force, there is a goddamn knock on the door.
It is fucking Jax.
“Listen,” I warn him. “There better be someone fucking dying out there.”
“Sorry, Colton, man. But Vic has been trying and can't get hold of you.”
Ya, cause I am busy fucking his daughter.
“Well, I think it is quite obvious why not, now what is the problem.”
“Something about you having to go through, there is a problem.”
Fuck.
I slide out a very frustrated Trinity as I grab my jeans and get dress again
I was so fucking close.
Fuck.
I can…Vic will kill me is if I don’t get back to him now.
So I leave her with a kiss on the lips, and I can see the woman is about to murder Jax, her father, and me. After giving her a rather intimate kiss, getting a full sweet taste of her, I leave the room.
“Jax, seriously. Could you not have waited for another second?”
“Sorry, but Vic is in a flat spin. He needs you to get over there now. Something about Karlo that he says, you know.”
With that, I grab my jacket and gun from Trinity’s room and make my way out the door.
Fuck.
I hope that he did not go in without me already. He said only tomorrow is the man so desperate to claim the turf that he has gone in alone. That would be completely reckless and stupid, but I am sorry to say that Vic is both.
So as I race through what is an especially dark night, the rain starts to beat down like little balls of water on the windscreen and splashing down on the road. Absolutely perfect weather to get into a gun battle tonight. We are outnumbered, and Vic’s men have seen far too much action of late; they are tired and are becoming reckless. But I cannot take my guys away from Trinity and Alexa.
Fuck…Alexa.
I jump on the phone to get hold of Jax, but it seems to be just ringing. The man is probably on patrol with Mason, for he is not answering his damn phone either. Not being too much concerned, I find myself turning soon into the driveway of the Stone mansion, where I find a very nervous Vic waiting outside for me.
“Fuck, Vic. What is wrong?”
“I just got word that Karlo is moving in tonight.”
“My god, is your men ready?”
He shudders and can barely talk, “Half of them are over at Karlo. I don’t know if they are going to make it back in time. I have no fucking idea where Karlo can already be.”
Then he goes quiet for but a brief moment. “Did you tell anyone about our plans tomorrow?”
“Only Trinity.”
Then he looks at me even more concerned, “Did Alexa hear you?”
“She might have.”
“Get Trinity out of that house.”