Raging Love (4 page)

What guy does that?

My guy does, that’s who!

I climbed back on the bed and reached
for the dress bag, but noticed
that the bed felt so completely comfortable. I kicked the dress to the floor and backed up on the bed, staring at my hot ass
fiancée
standing over me with his eyes closed.
It was probably wrong to be seducing him with my
drunken
eyes, but that was
exactly what I was doing. Colt was the finest man I had ever laid eyes on. Every inch of him was a sculpted masterpiece. I dreamed about his arms holding me and the things he did to me with his body. I had studied every inch of him so many times.

“Is it put away?” He asked.

“Nope,” I said as I licked my lips, knowing damn well that he
wasn’t
going to be patient forever.

I
maneuvered
myself to the edge of the bed and put two fingers inside of his pants, in order to pull him toward the bed. Once he was standing at the edge, he opened his eyes, but I was already starting to undress him. I was drunk
and
extremely
horny. I needed him in the worst way. I wanted him to make all of the pain go away.

“I want you.” I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Colt’s chest was like licking heaven. I ran both of my hands up and down each side and over his little nipples. “You are drunk.”

“I want you Colt. Please…” I backed myself onto the bed and tried to seduce him with my eyes. The problem with that was that Colt had the most beautiful light green eyes that I had ever seen, well besides Conner who had the same. Colt could look at me and melt me within seconds. His eyelashes were so dark and his full eyebrows matched his dark head of hair. Since he hadn’t had time to shave, his facial
hair
had come in and covered most of his
face
making him look older and more distinguished.  Colt licked his lips as he watched me watching him.

He leaned down over the bed and came within inches of my body. “You know I don’t like being with you when you are incoherent. I want every time to be just as enjoyable for you as it al
ways is
for me.”

His words melt me.

“Baby
,
I will enjoy every second of this.” I grabbed him by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulled him over top of me. I had no balance, but Colt
managed to catch himself before his body toppled on top of mine. I didn’t let him pull away. Instead, I grabbed him by the ear and pulled him toward my mouth. Our first kiss was rough, as our mouths crashed together.  The stressful day mixed with the liquor caused me to want him like it had been months. I yearned
for his touch and
wanted his hands all over me, especially while I was laying
t
here naked.

“Touch me Colt, lick my nipples,” I slurred.

He buried his head into my neck and began laughing. “It’s better if you don’t talk.”

I grabbed his face and stop
ped
him from kissing my chest. “Why can’t I talk?”

Colt drug his lips over mine slowly, causing me to close my eyes and gasp. “Because you are sayin’ things you would never say. As much as I like it, I know it’s the liquor talkin’.”

I sat up and pushed him onto the bed. Whe
n he began to roll over I forced
myself on top of him. With my legs straddling him, he laid there looking defeated. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

Colt burst into a laughing fit. He was making me so mad, but still wouldn’t let go of my waist when I tried to hop off of him. As I did try to move, I
could feel his hard erection pres
sing against my butt. I grinded
myself against him. “Savanna,
stop!”

Colt was getting mad too. It made me want him even more. I ran my hands through my hair and shook it around. I had to admit that it made me feel like I was
going
to pass out, but I closed my eyes for a second and let the dizziness subside. Colt loved how my hair was long enough to just reach my nipples. I pulled a strand from each side and let it fall over them.  Let
ting
my fingers slid
e
over each side
,
I continued running them over my stomach and then finally, I reached one hand between my legs.

I saw Colt
’s
a
dam’s
apple move as
he swallowed and tried to stay
focused on
not
having sex with me. I ran two fingers down and penetrated beneath the folds. I wasn’t doing
it
for my own pleasure, but after a few
slow-paced
movements it started to feel real good. Colt licked his lips and tried to sit still. I could feel him trying to reposition underneath of me.

“You like it don’t you?” I teased.

“Shit
,
Savanna. You’re killin’ me.”

I started rubbing myself
harder;
not knowing which one of us was more turned on. “Oh God, it feels so good
,
Colt. Touch me please.”

With his strong arms, Colt flipped us around and was
sprawled
over top of me. Ultimately
,
it freed my hands from where they were and left me pan
ting. “You aren’t playin’ fair D
arlin’.”

I bit down on my lip and watched him tracing his hand down between my breasts. He kept moving it until I felt him drive a finger into my sex. I spread my legs further, letting him know I wanted whatever he would give.
He pulled his finger out abruptly and before I could even react he slid down and buried his face between my legs.

Oh yes oh yes oh yes…oh right there.

Colt had taught me so much about myself and my body, but the things the
man could do with his tongue were
AMAZING. I felt him flicking my most
sensitive spot
over and over. My toes began to clench up and I let the magical feeling overcome me as I screamed out in pleasure. “Yessssss.”

E
ven
after he knew I had climaxed, Colt placed small kisses on my inner thighs, even knowing how much it tickled me.  He kissed my belly button and let his wet saliva leave a trail up to one of my nipples. I loved to watch him touch me with his tongue. The moment it made contact with any part of my skin made me want to yell his name. He sent chills all over my body by just looking at me.

I ran my hands over my face just as he was coming up to kiss me. I felt his wet lips on my chin and then finally my lips. I could taste myself as he
stroked his tongue over mine. It made me excited in a dirty way.
Before
I could comment, I was being turned around. Colt grabbed my hips and pulled me back against his erection. I could feel
him
positioning himself behind me, right before
he forced himself inside of me.
With each individual thrust He pushed my body forward. I grabbed the headboard and held on to it as
his
naked
body slapped against mine. Colt
held my hip with one hand and ran his other one up and down the small of
my
back. I could feel his body tensing up behind me right before he eventually
collapsed
over my back.

I flipped myself over and accepted my lover to rest his head across
my breasts. I was looking straight up at the ceiling
. He played with my fingers and twisted the large ring on my finger. “Feel better now
, T
iger?”

“Mmmm, a little bit,” I teased.

He brought my
hand to his lips. “I love you D
arlin’, even when you drink yourself silly.”

I squeezed his hand tight. “I love you too
,
Colt Mitchell. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

He turned to face me and leaned himself on his own hands. “We will make it perfect. I promise you that.”

I kissed him quickly. “I know.”

Chapter 5

Colt

I had no idea I would find Savanna in the condition she was in. Her drunk ass was
sprawled
out on the bed while wearing her wedding dress, incoherent. When I finally did get her to wake up, she decided
that she wanted to get all freaky on me. I mean, how was I supposed to tell her no, when she was flaunting it in front of me. I did well for a couple of minutes, but the alcohol had caused her to be way more adventurous then I was used to. Here lately, since we had been trying to get pregnant, we had sex all of the time. Sometimes it felt forced and I hated that, so when she started touching all over herself, it made me crazy.

I wanted to stay in bed with her all day and pretend that the fire never happened, but with a guest list of over two hundred people due to arrive in just three days, there was a lot of work that needed to be done. I had to figure out where we could move the site of the wedding to and how we could make it look remotely like the barn had. We still had two
old barns from the original farm
, but they were filled with old equipment
and one was all the way out by my aunt’s house
. I was going to have to hire someone to come in to help move all of the shit out of it to see if it was even stable enough to house all of those people.

My mother and
Aunt
Karen could take charge of the decorations and everything else we had to
replace;
while
Conner, Ty and I did all that
we c
ould to make everything
else work.

While Savanna slept off her liquor binge, Sam and I headed out to look around the ranch. There had to be a way to make all of this happen and give Savanna the wedding she deserved. I needed her to look back and think that our wedding was one of the most beautiful moments of her life.

I found Ty leaning over the kitchen counter talking to Miranda. Bella was running around the island as usual, swinging something in her hands.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey Cuz. So what’s the plan? What can we do to help?” Ty asked.

Bella came up and hugged my leg. I picked her up and realized she was holding a pickle. It had been chewed to hell and apparently dropped on the floor a few times. “Do you have a pickle?” I teased.

She shook her head ‘yes’. “Daddy gib me.”

“He did? Well it looks like a good tastin’ pickle.”

Of course she pushed it up toward my mouth. “Bite.”

I sat her down before I could have a dirty pickle shoved in my mouth.
She started running around like I disappeared into thin air.

I leaned over the opposite side of the kitchen island. “I was thinkin’ that we should look around the two old barns and figure out which one we could get cleaned out faster. I can hire som
e people to come haul out all the stuff
while we run into town and get the new speaker wire and lighting. If we start on this today, we might be able to surprise Savanna and make it happen.”

“Count me in. I can do whatever you need.” Ty handed Bella a new pickle and took the old one. “Eat this one instead baby.”

“Mommy yook.” She held up the pickle to show Miranda.

“I see it. I bet it tastes good.” Miranda pretended to take a bite. I knew for a fact that she hated pickles. We used to hold her down and make her drink pickle juice

As Miranda bent down to give Bella attention, I watched Ty watching them intently.
He wasn’t looking at his wife because she was bent
over;
it was more like he was admiring her being a mother. He focused on them interacting, and seemed so content with himself.  I still couldn’t get over the way he loved them, but the longer I spent with them, it was obvious it was real.

He turned and noticed that I was watch
ing him and smiled, letting out
an air filled laugh. “Baby, I’m going to walk out with Colt. Be back in a sec.”

“K!”

Ty followed me outside and we hopped on the golf cart. “I still can’t get over it man.” I confessed.

“Well, it’s real. You all can think whatever you want. Nothing will change the way I feel about them. I have never in my life been
more happy
as when
I’m
with the two of them. When I go to work, I think about them all day. I can’t wait to get home at night and see them and tuck Izzy into bed.”

“She really seems to love you, but I guess she always did, even when she was a baby.”

We pulled up at the barn near my
Aunt
Karen’s house. The door had broken hinges and hung crooked. I sighed as we jumped off and started walking toward it.

“I can’t remember a time where I didn’t love Izzy. I don’t give a damn what the blood tests say, she is mine Colt.
Being a dad is the most satisfying feeling. In fact
,
when she called me D
addy for the first time, I actually cried. There ain’t much to make me cry, but damn she gets to me like no other ever has.”