Lowering my bottom lip, I tilted my head to the side and fluttered my big brown eyes at him.
“I was kidding.” He winked, taking my hand in his. “Let’s go.”
We were the first two out there, but I didn’t even care. As far as I was concerned, we were the only two people in existence when Colt placed his hands on my waist and began swaying our bodies to the sensual rhythm of “Slow Hands” by Niall Horan. Colton had amazing control and awareness of his body. The slight thrusting of his hips perfectly timed to the beat. His lips brushed my neck, setting my pulse to race just before swinging me away and reeling me back in. His moves were fluid, like the music moved through him, while at the same time each touch felt deliberate. Dancing with him was a constant building of sexual tension and the ultimate foreplay.
When the song switched to something more upbeat, I glanced around, noticing the dance floor had started to fill up. Blex was a few feet away with Georgia, and Finn was near the bar, cozying up to a girl I didn’t know. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, even Coach Grady and his wife, who were tearing it up with the rest of us to “Salt Shaker” by the Ying Yang Twins.
“Ready to go?” Colt’s whispered words came hot on my ear, causing my body to shiver.
“I thought you’d never ask.” In reality, we hadn’t been there but a few hours total and had only made it through a handful of songs, but I was ready to explode with how badly I wanted him.
Colton’s eyes bore deep into mine, hooded with desire. I felt his stare in the pit of my stomach. “What d’ya say we pick this party back up at home?”
“Let’s get outta here.”
COLTON
I AWOKE TO THE greatest Christmas gift I’d ever received: Allie asleep in my arms. The sun was barely beginning to rise, casting the faintest glow over her naked body. It was a sight that still blew my mind every single day. Her red dress was thrown over the back of the desk chair. My suit in piles on the floor. Alex’s titty tape stuck to the headboard. I chuckled at the memory of the two of us trying to remove those things without ripping her skin off. Allie stirred at the sound of my laughter.
“Hey, Al,” I whispered into her ear, knowing I should have let her sleep after keeping her up most of the night, but it was Christmas, and I was excited to give her, her gift.
Alex moaned low in her throat, swatting my lips from her ear as if they were a gnat.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” I said a little louder, earning her back as she rolled over to her stomach, dismissing me. I knew that I could’ve gotten her up by fooling around a little, but I was afraid she’d be too sore after last night, so I decided to leave Alex in bed and grab a shower. As I was preparing to brush my teeth, I heard a loud banging on the bedroom door. I pushed the bathroom door open just in time to hear Finley tell Alex that her delivery had arrived. I’d never seen that girl pop out of bed as fast as she did in that moment.
“Shit! I’m still naked,” she announced, ambling over to the dresser for some clothes.
“Expecting something important?” I asked, lurking in the doorway with my arms crossed over my chest as she scrambled around the room.
Alexis slipped the “Big Cock” tee over her head. “Yeah,” she answered, all out of breath as she stepped into a pair of my boxers.
“Want me to go get it?”
“No,” Allie said, shaking her head. “You stay put. I’ll be right back.”
It took her more than five minutes to return. I was tempted to go down there and make sure she hadn’t forgotten about me when the door opened and Alex walked in carrying a wiggly ball of wrinkles with a red bow tied around its neck. “Merry Christmas, Colton!”
The only thing I’d put on my Christmas list for three years in a row when we were kids was an English bulldog puppy. After the third year, I gave up. Today I understood that the reason I never got it was because my father was severely allergic to dogs, but back when I was eleven, twelve, and thirteen-years-old, it was the end of the world. I’d been devastated.
“You bought my puppy,” I said, stunned. Getting a dog hadn’t even crossed my mind since I’d moved out here, and honestly, I wasn’t home enough during the season to give one the attention it deserved. But now I had Alex. And she was standing in my bedroom wearing a shirt with a big cock on the front, her hair looking like she’d stuck her finger in an electric outlet, makeup melted down her face, holding a little piece of my childhood. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
My chest tightened as I took the puppy from her hands. Only Alex would know to do this. She literally knew everything there was to know about me. “Thank you, Allie. I can’t believe you remembered.”
Her smile was radiant as she watched the dog lap at my face. “I remember everything, Colt.”
“Do you remember his name?” I challenged, quirking my brow.
Her lips puckered as she tried not to laugh. “You’re not still calling him Bacon?”
“What do you think, huh?” I asked, scratching the top of his head. “Is your name Bacon?” His tail wagged at the sound of my voice, and I shrugged, looking back to Allie. “Bacon it is.”
“That’s an awful name.”
“Watch your mouth, woman,” I teased, sitting on the floor and setting him on his feet. “You’re going to hurt his feelings.”
Alex rolled her eyes. “Be right back. I need to grab his things.”
She came back in with a dog crate filled with toys, bowls, and dog food. After setting it on the ground, she dug out a collar with a green nameplate on the front that said, “Bacon.” “Told you I remember everything.” She smiled, fastening it onto the puppy’s neck.
“How’d you get a dog and all this stuff delivered on Christmas day?”
“I had all of his stuff hidden in Blex’s closet, and I got the puppy from Gertie’s son. When I met with her last week, she told me his dog had puppies, and when I found out they were English bulldogs, I mentioned possibly getting one for you for Christmas.”
My stomach knotted when it dawned on me how expensive these dogs were. Alex was living on student loans and whatever money her parents put in her account each month. “Babe, I can’t believe you spent this much on me for Christmas.”
Her head shook. “You shush. I have money. I’ve saved the extras from my grants and scholarships while living with Mom and Dad, and my grandparents give me way too much for every holiday. Plus, Gertie’s son practically gave him to me, and you never let me pay for anything anyway. What else do I have to spend it on?”
It was true that Alex and I had both lucked out in the grandparent department. Our fathers were both their parents’ only children, and Alex and me their only grandchildren. They threw money at us like it grew on trees. “I love you, Allie.”
“I love you too, Colt—” Alex’s head pulled back, and she let out a scream as Bacon played tug of war with a lock of her hair, growling and whipping his head from side to side.