All I can think about is that girl’s backstory, but more importantly,Tilly’sbackstory.
She ran away from her father to get here and make a new life for herself, and now I feel more than ever like I need to protect her. That urge to take care of her, not only has it awakened some primal instinct inside of me, but it’s also given me an erection that just won’t quit.
I was hard for my drive to the club and throughout the portion of the tryouts I stayed for, and even now.
Does that make me a bad man?
Shouldn’t I just want to be noble and protective and give her a place to stay so she can get back on her feet and away from whatever horrors she left behind at home?
Maybe that would be possible if she wasn’t so goddamn sexy. But she’s built to be bred, and that’s something I’ve never even thought about. But Christ if I can’t see myself making a mother out of her.
I’ve been aimlessly driving away from the club, but I take a hard turn that leads back to the house.
There’s no way I can stay away from her. I don’t care if it makes me look desperate; Tilly is a present, and I don’t intend to let her pass by.
But as I pull into my driveway, I am shocked to see her, keys in hand, getting into my truck. When she sees me, she sighs and looks down at her feet, her face flooded with guilt.
I quickly park and step out of the car.
“Going for number two now?” I ask. “Just your dad’s car wasn’t enough?”
“I…I’m not stealing it.” God, I want to believe her. “You…you know how I was cleaning up your living room when you came home?”
I nod. I can feel myself naturally moving closer and closer to her, my erection still tucked up into my waistband. I can barely control myself. The things I want to do to this girl.
“Yes,” I finally reply.
“Well, I noticed it’s a little…sparse,” she says, obviously nervous. “I thought I’d go pick something up to brighten it up a little bit. Something small…”
Yeah, there’s no need to question her; she’s telling the truth. I’ve been lied to enough times in my life to know when someone’s not being straight with me.
“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest?” I ask.
“Sweeter than you?” she blushes, driving me even more crazy than I’ve felt since first laying eyes on her. “I’m not sure that’s possible.”
She’s like an angel standing there. So what does that make me? A devil in a man’s body with the thoughts I have running through my mind?
“Well, come on, Tilly,” I say, pointing to my car. “Let’s go get something together.”
5
Colt
Walking through the mall,it’s like I can feel an invisible chain between me and Tilly, and that’s something I haven’t felt with a woman in…well, alongtime.
The thought of her stealing my truck now seems so absurd. I’d trust her to take it to the shop for me and take my card with her for the deposit.
With great power of will, I managed to get my hard-on to go down enough to be able to walk around, but the feelings that got it going in the first place haven’t gone anywhere.
“What do you think about this one?” Tilly asks, pointing to a medium-sized abstract sculpture in the store she’s led me into.
“Compared to you? It could use some work.”
Tilly blushes, leans into me, and buries her face in my chest. “Seriously, Colt! This is foryourliving room!”
To be honest, I couldn’t care less. All my attention is on her and her alone, and so few people come to my living room anyway that she’ll probably be the only one enjoying it besides me.
“Ifyoulike it,Ilike it,” I reply. “And I think it will suit the house just fine.”