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  After I sang the last note, there was silence, then the bar erupted, and I couldn’t stop the happy tears rolling down my face. It seemed as if everything in my life had been building up to this one moment.

  “Thank y’all so much. I’ll be here tomorrow night and every night until y’all get sick of me. Hope to see you again, especially you, Mike.” He grinned and tipped his head in my direction.

  I jumped off the stage and headed straight for Colt, and not caring who saw, I threw my arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I did it. I can’t believe I did it.”

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight. “I didn’t doubt you for one second.” He released his grip and nodded to a man and a woman standing by his side. “I didn’t want to tell you before you got on stage, but I asked some people to come hear you sing. This here’s Conrad and Missy from Four Leaf Records.”

  Conrad grinned. “Stop by around ten on Monday. We’d like to talk to you about a few ideas for your future. Maybe set up a few songwriting appointments.”

  “You’re kidding, right? You’ve written songs with Montana Chambers.”

  “Not kidding, hun,” Missy stated. “You’ve got something special. We’ll see you Monday.”

  “I’m so honored,” I gushed. “I’ll be there.”

  The rest of the night passed in a haze of people congratulating me. Colt, who’d recorded my entire set, uploaded my performance of Break Me to YouTube and onto The Strangled Cat’s Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. It’d only been an hour or so since I’d sung, but the video was already getting hundreds of likes and views.

  Only one thing would make tonight complete, and that would be Colt making love to me.

  Chapter Five

  Colt

  All night I’d watched her bask in the glow of her performance.

  Everyone loved her, and so they should. I knew she’d be good, but I hadn’t been expecting a show like the one she’d given. Everything about her reminded me of Montana, but she wasn’t Montana, and I had to remember that.

  The woman I’d shared three years of my life with was cold and calculating. She could lie like a politician and could drink every man under the table.

  Nat was sweet and pure. She poured her heart into her songs and into her music. She wouldn’t use me until she got her big break then dump me like a piece of trash.

  Once the bar was cleared out and cleaned up, Nat and I made our way to my private garden, which could only be accessed via my apartment.

  She lay her head on my lap, and I lazily stroked her hair.

  “Penny for them,” she asked, looking up at me.

  “You impressed a lot of people tonight. Heck, you impressed the shit out of me.”

  “I couldn’t have done it without your help or your guidance. You were right to push me to sing Break Me. The video is going viral, and that’s all down to you.”

  “No, baby, that’s all down to you. When that asshole heckled you, I wanted to break his fucking neck, but you showed him—showed everyone—that you can fight your own battles.”

  “I can take care of myself, but it feels nice to have someone look out for me. I know I’ve said it before, but you make me feel safe. It’s like I’m home when I’m with you. Like I belong here.”

  “No matter where the road takes you, you’ll always have a home here with me or at the ranch with my family. Shoot”—I snapped my fingers—”we’ve been so busy I forgot to tell you. They’ll be here tomorrow.”

  She shot up like I’d given her the worst news ever. “Your family? Do you want me to vanish while they’re here?”

  “I’d like it if you stuck around. Once a month, they come up so my dad can ask me to go back to the ranch. My mom will snoop around the kitchen and tell my chefs they’re doing things wrong. My brothers will give me shit about taking the easy way out by running a honky-tonk bar. All in jest, of course.”

  “What do I say when they ask where I’m staying?”

  “You tell them you’re sleeping in my spare room and that you’re a friend. Exactly the same thing I told them.”

  She took my hand in hers. “Is that what we are, Colt? Just friends?”

  “Nattie, you know...”

  “I know what you said, but the way you look at me tells me something else. The way you kiss me takes my breath away. I know you feel it too. Make this day the best day of my life. Take me to bed.”

  I cupped her chin between my fingers. “I want nothing more than to fuck you until you cry and scream my name, but you need to understand something. I’m not your boyfriend. This”—I gestured between the two of us—”is fun and that’s all it can be. If you can agree to that, I’ll screw you every single night and every spare minute we have.”

  “I’ll take whatever you’re offering. I might only be nineteen, and I might not have as much experience as you do, but I know enough to know you want to love me. You won’t allow yourself to admit how you feel about me because of the bitch who broke your heart. And, yes, I’m going to use that in a song.”

  I chuckled at the defiance in her voice. “It’s that or nothing, darlin’.”

  “Fine, but I see you, Colt Flynn. I see beneath your tattoos and your watchful eyes. I see the heart you’ve shut off to the rest of the world. I see how much you want to love me.”

  I placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her toward me.

  “You don’t see shit, little girl.”

  Before she could reply, I smashed my lips on hers and kissed the fight right out of her. A small moan came from her, and blood surged into my dick, begging to feel the warmth of her pussy, and for tonight, I would give in. Tonight, I would welcome what she offered.

  Taking her hand, I practically dragged her up to my bedroom.

  I didn’t want an angry fuck, she didn’t deserve that, but I was mad as hell at myself for allowing her to weasel her way so deep inside me.

  If she left me, I’d never heal.

  I sat on the mattress and Nat stood between my legs. “Get undressed. Take everything off.”

  “Only if you do the same.”

  I reached around and smacked her ass, hard. “The games are over, darlin’. You’re going to get what you’ve been asking for and what I’ve denied myself. You’re going to do everything I say without questioning me and without giving me sass. Understand?”

  The surprise in her eyes and her fluttering eyelashes showed her shock at my words.

  “Do you understand?” I repeated.

  She gave a quick nod and stepped back. Since she was already in her bare feet, she had only her cut-offs and T-shirt to remove.

  First, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and shimmied them down her thighs. Next, she yanked her top over her head until she wore nothing but her bra and thong. Looking unsure, she licked her lips and placed her hands on her hips.

  “I said everything off. From where I’m sitting, you’re still overdressed.”

  With a huff, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her perfect tits spilled out, and her nipples creased in the cool air.

  “You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I said, nodding toward her thong.

  She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and shoved it down her legs before kicking it away.

  “Happy now?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “I won’t be happy till I’m balls deep in that tight pussy of yours.” If my words shocked her, she didn’t show it. “Come over here, bend over and place your hands on the mattress.”

  Her eyes widened, and her lips parted. “What? Why?”

  “Because I said so and that should be enough of a reason.”

  Hesitantly, she came toward the bed, leaned over, and placed her hands on the mattress. Salivating at the sight I was about to see, I stood and walked behind her.

  Dayum.

  Everything from the puckered hole of her ass to her very plump clit was on show. How in God’s name had I resist
ed her for this long? My willpower was a lot stronger than I gave myself credit for.

  I swiped my fingertips over her damp inner thighs and soaked curls, and we both sucked in a shuddering breath.

  There was something I had to ask her. Something I should have asked her before we’d gotten to this point. “Is this your first time, Nattie?”

  “Would it matter if it was or wasn’t?” she replied, her voice sounding rusty.

  I swatted the palm of my hand over her ass, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to sting.

  She yelped and jerked forward, and a whisper of a groan escaped her lips.

  “Answer the question.”

  “I had a forgetful five-minute encounter when I was seventeen. Does that count? He didn’t even get fully in before coming.” She glanced over her shoulder and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “I guess I’m not a virgin, but in a way, I consider myself one. Until I met you, I didn’t think about or want to try sex again.”

  Pride surged through my body, and my cock grew harder. There wasn’t a sexier woman alive, and I would make tonight something neither of us would ever forget.

  I pulled off my clothes then stood behind her, admiring the breathtaking view.

  I grasped my shaft and swept the tip all over her plump folds, the anticipation of what was about to happen leaving me light-headed.

  She pushed back and gave a frustrated moan.

  “What’s the rush? You’ve waited this long. Surely you can hold out a few minutes more.” Who was I kidding? I was the one who needed to hold out; otherwise I’d embarrass myself.

  I wanted her to think I was in control, but in reality, she controlled everything about us, and I would be fooling myself if I thought otherwise.

  “One more thing we need to clear up,” I said. “I’m clean as a whistle. Got checked a while back. Haven’t slept with anyone since.”

  “I’m on the pill, and I’m all good. You don’t need a condom. I want to feel all of you.”

  The urge to bury my cock inside her pussy was an overwhelming one, but once I was balls deep, I’d be lucky to last longer than the forgetful encounter she’d experienced when she was seventeen. Pathetic—I was a thirty-four-year-old man acting like an inexperienced teen.

  The heavenly scent of her arousal drifted up to me, and I couldn’t resist taking a sip. I got on my knees, buried my head between her thighs and licked and sucked, tasting, taunting, teasing.

  She groaned as my relentless tongue licked her swollen clit.

  Excitement dripped from her, and I thoroughly lapped up every drop, exploring every crevice. Sweat beaded across my forehead like I was getting a fever, and my entire body ached for the kind of relief only she could provide.

  Gathering myself, I stood and swatted my closed fingertips over her ass cheeks, enjoying the wobble of her skin when my fingers made contact.

  “Turn around and get on your knees. Wrap those beautiful lips of yours around my dick.”

  She looked over her shoulder, a grin stretching her lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  “Without a doubt, I’ve created a monster. You’re going to be the death of me, girl.”

  I helped her turn around, but before she turned her attention to my cock, she traced her fingertips all over my tattoos, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.

  “These are beautiful,” she said, dragging her nails down a dragon’s tail. “Do they mean anything?”

  “Other than I like Asian inspired tattoos, not a thing.”

  Once she was in position, I buried my hands in her tumbling hair and guided her lips toward my hard and swollen shaft.

  Greedily, she took me into her mouth, and that first feeling of sweet warmth made my eyes roll to the back of my head. I groaned and fought to hold off the climax tearing down my spine and through my balls.

  No woman had made me feel this weak yet this powerful before, and no woman ever would again.

  Her tongue circled the tip of my cock, and with one deep, delicious stroke, her eagerness nearly took me past the breaking point. She drew back and licked and slid her mouth all over, leaving me struggling for breath. To stop myself from going off, I clenched every muscle in my body.

  She continued to lick around the broad head and up and down. Then moving back a little, she grasped the base and placed her mouth over the tip, flicking her tongue around the small opening oozing with precum.

  She sucked me to the back of her throat and moaned. A surge of blood coursed through my cock and with a herculean effort, I pulled out and took a second to calm down.

  “Did I do it wrong?” she asked, her lips swollen and her eyes glassy.

  “You did everything just right.”

  “Then why’d you stop me?”

  “I didn’t want to shoot my load in your mouth. I want to come inside you. I need to feel your pussy milk me dry.”

  She gave a husky laugh. “I like it when you talk dirty.”

  “You gonna write a song about it?”

  “Dirty Talkin’ Cowboy has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?”

  She crawled onto the mattress and lay on her back, her breasts spilling to the side, and her nipples jutting upward.

  Positioning myself beside her, I moved my mouth to hers and gently sucked and nibbled on her lower lip.

  Her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were parted ready for my kiss, and, giving her what she wanted, I slid my tongue into her mouth, stroking her the same way my dick would soon stroke her pussy.

  When my fingers caressed her taut nipples, she gasped and pressed her lips against mine, pulling me into a long, rough kiss that would leave both of us bruised.

  Nat lowered her hands to my cock and began to play. While one hand stroked my shaft, the other massaged and tugged my tight balls. My breath hissed in, and my cock jerked, hungry for the release her touch promised.

  Reaching down, I stilled her hand. “Not yet.”

  Repositioning myself, I knelt between her legs, spread them wide and then bent them at the knees, pushing them toward her stomach, exposing her slick pussy. As much as I wanted hard and fast, I would draw out the torture for both of us. Good things come to those who wait, right? Slowly and deliberately, I kissed my way up one leg, across her soaked curls, then down the other side.

  “Stop teasing me,” she cried out. “I want you inside me.”

  “Have to make sure you’re ready for me first.” I spread her soaked labia and stroked her outer lips. Hell, I wanted inside her too, so much so it physically hurt.

  “I don’t want to wait.”

  “Too bad.”

  Gently, I pinched back the hood of her clit, then eased two fingers inside her tight heat, and with a slowness that tested my resolve, I corkscrewed my fingers in and out. She bucked and writhed against me, grasping at the mattress. I aimed to bring her to the edge many, many times but not allow her to fall.

  “You’re so fucking wet.”

  She shivered, and her inner muscles clamped down hard as if trying to hold me inside. My heavy cock ached to replace my fingers. Ached to feel her wet heat. To feel her clench and release as she climaxed.

  Nat shifted and squirmed impatiently, and frustration furrowed her brow.

  “Want something?” I asked, giving a raspy chuckle.

  “Don’t make me beg.”

  I removed my fingers and hooked my hands beneath her thighs. The head of my cock pushed against her entrance, but instead of driving home, I held still and gritted my teeth, needing to sear this moment into my mind for all time.

  Our eyes locked, and I inched inside, doing my best to maintain some semblance of control. Sweat trickled down my brow and chest, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d come apart in less than a second.

  “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  Her back arched off the bed, and a moan fell from her lips. “Don’t stop. Fuck me, Colt.”

  Taking my sweet time, I guided myself in, slowly opening her tight channel. I slid deeper
and deeper until I was seated to the hilt, and my balls hit against her ass.

  For the longest time, I didn’t move. I simply closed my eyes, basking in the tight, wet heat encasing me.

  Drawing in a deep breath, I pulled back until only the head of my cock remained inside, but then my hips took on a mind of their own and began to grind and rotate, gradually picking up speed.

  “Make me come, Colt. Please.” Her inner muscles clamped down, gripping me, squeezing me.

  “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

  Reaching down, I swept the pad of my thumb over her clit, circling and flicking until she tightened so much I could barely move.

  I continued to flick back and forth, sending her into a moaning frenzy. She grabbed her tits and roughly pinched her nipples, yanking them hard. At that sexy display, my dick threatened to erupt, but I gritted my teeth and held myself back.

  I wouldn’t come until she did.

  She linked her heels behind my back and drew me even deeper. “I never want this to end,” she said on a sigh.

  “We’ve got all night to go again, and again, and again.”

  With every flick of my thumb over her clit, her inner muscles tightened. Her head moved from side to side, moans fell from her lips, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

  On a guttural moan, her back arched from the mattress, and her pussy held my cock in a vice grip, stealing my breath and what was left of my sanity.

  “That’s it, darlin’, give me everything you have.”

  Over and over again, her inner muscles spasmed until I couldn’t take it anymore. I gripped her legs for support and pounded into her like a man possessed, and maybe I was.

  My balls drew up, and a fiery need rushed up my spine and down to my thighs.

  “I’m going to come,” I bit out. A growl tore from my throat, and my cum exploded into her like magma shooting from an erupting volcano.

  From this moment on, she was mine.

  And I protected what was mine.

  Forever.

  Natalie

  Colt’s family had arrived an hour ago, and after introductions and questions about my family from Colt’s mom, Tricia, we took our seats at a table in the corner of the busy bar.