Tainted

40 - Colt: Possession

Wednesday July 16

Whimsical laughter filled my ears... Her head tosses back as the colourful shrill leaves her lips, the sound making my chest hurt.

Her plump lips, stained a deep wine colour leaves a mark on the wine glass as she takes a delicate sip, her lower lip dragging across the edge of it.

Hips... Hips that rotate, round and round, hypnotizing me, making my head spin. Her scent, her luscious scent making my nostrils flare as I try to commit it to memory. She smells of homeliness, of warmth and comfort. Of sensuality, sex and arousal.

Her little whispers, filling my mind - her hot breath bathing my face.

"Colt," she whispers, and I find myself struggling to answer. "Colt..."

I awoke with a startle, my head slipping off my hand on my desk. I blinked, looking around my office with grogginess.

"Fuck," I groaned, rubbing the heels of my hands into my eyes.

I looked down at my erection, sighing. That was a fucking distorted, yet completely vivid dream filled with reminders of her.

It was always her. Her lips, her hair, her rich complexion... Christ, did that dream turn me on.

"Aye, mate," Jaxon called at my office door, bounding in as if he owned the place.

He slapped a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it. "You need to lay off the late night fucks, you're exhausted by the time you get to work."

I shoved his arm, rolling my eyes. "There was no late night fuck, I haven't seen Vee in days. We've both been busy at work."

It was true, we barely saw each other during week following my birthday and for some reason, I was having trouble sleeping those past few nights. It's not like she stayed the night or vice versa every time we had sex, but I found peace in knowing that she was home cuddling her pillow when she wasn't with me.

When we weren't with each other, I felt like I wasn't so sure what to feel. I felt kind of lost... Always wondering what she was up to. I just needed to know she was okay when she wasn't with me.

As Ben mentioned, I could give her a call before bed if I was 'worried about her'. Not to say that I wasn't, especially after she admitted to me about being followed that night a while ago, but Ben obviously didn't understand that I couldn't just pick up my phone and call her every night, because that would be weird.

We were friends with benefits; we didn't do the mushy boyfriend-girlfriend shit. It didn't work that way, especially not when we were just beginning to get close.

Still, I secretly thought about her as I stared out into these dark nights, wondering if she was running somewhere.

The good thing was that she agreed to spend her Sunday off work to have a craic at the gym with me and the lads.

"Well, your girl is here, so you might wanna wake yourself up and get a move on," he sang, punching my arm before stepping out of the office. "Old man!"