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Was this just a one night stand?
    Maneuvering my body, I turned around to look up at
Colt. He held his eyes to mine, looking inquisitively, as if he knew I was
about to ask a question, as if he knew exactly which question was on my
mind. As I began to speak, he interrupted me.
    “Yes,” he said.
    “Yes, what?” I asked.
    I was on unsteady ground here and didn’t want to play
my hand too loosely.
    “I want to do this again. I want to do this every
night.”
    “I do, too. But listen, I’m just not the type who
hooks up,” I said.
    Colt got up from the couch, taking my hand and
lifting me up as well.
    “This is a conversation for the bedroom, I think,”
he said.
    I led him there, wiggling my ass a bit as I walked
down the hallway. I knew he liked that based on the sounds he’d made earlier. I
wanted to offer him every temptation, everything he wanted and needed to
convince him that he should stay awhile, figure out where all of this was
going.
    Once we got to the bedroom, I led him through the
dark to the bed and we collapsed backwards, falling on the bed together and
turning to face each other. Colt brought me in for a soft wet kiss, deep and
hot like before, but with a little something extra, some added element that I
couldn’t quite place. But I knew what this meant, it was clear now: things
had changed from before . We’d passed on to a new level in our admittedly
brief relationship.
    I smiled to myself, knowing by his touch that this
wasn’t just some fling to him. Colt tried to speak again, but I put a finger to
his lips, then gave him another kiss.
    “We don’t have to talk about it tonight,” I said
softly. “We’ve got plenty of time for that after you get back from your trip.”
    “My trip?” asked Colt.
    “To Vegas,” I said.
    “Oh, ha, I forgot about that. It hardly seems to
matter now. I know where I want to be. Vegas can’t be half as exciting as
that,” he said, nodding towards the living room and giving my ass a pinch.
    I laughed, snuggling up into him and letting him put
those big arms around me again, pulling me closer.
    “Oh, a couple days in Vegas and you’ll forget all
about me,” I said playfully.
    “Not a damn chance,” said Colt.
    And I knew he meant it.

Part
Two: Colt & Cat

 
     
     
    Chapter
One
     
    Catherine
     
    When I woke up late the next morning, I was pleased
to find Colt still beside me. Part of me had wondered whether he’d silently
sneak out the door, having second thoughts about what we were getting ourselves
into. And if I’d woken up in an empty bed, could I have considered last night
anything more than a dream?
    It seemed like a dream, the way Colt had ravaged my
body, making me swoon with that gigantic cock of his. Never mind the fact that
none of that had happened in the bedroom; we’d been too turned on to even make
it past the couch in my living room. But I didn’t mind. I liked the
spontaneity, I liked being with a man who couldn’t resist my body, who couldn’t
hold himself back once we’d entered that moment of sexual rapture.
    His body stirred next to me and I sidled myself
closer to him, feeling his warmth as he lay there in contented slumber. I
watched the light of the morning sun stream in through the window, dancing
along the hard lines of his biceps, those tanned muscles, a product of long
hours drilling in the desert. He was strong. Powerful.
    I grazed my hand on his shoulder, dragging it slowly
down his arm, the soft skin of my fingers just barely touching him. I didn’t
want to disturb him as he slept there. He looked like he could use some rest.
How many days had he been back in the U.S.? Two? Three? I wasn’t sure, but I
knew it had been a long flight from Kabul. From Kabul, to Berlin, to London,
and then home. What was that like? I had no idea. I hadn’t even been to
California, and so could only imagine the world he knew outside.
    But he said he liked it here, that it felt good to
be back. This wasn’t technically his home;