A New Nothing | *R-18* | HOLD

#2. Rush

7-4-23.

"Is it true?" My fists pounds against his chest.

I take a breath and wait for him to answer.

Never in a million years dreamed he had a girlfriend.

My pipe dreams from reality.

And, now my heart jeopardized, blown out from reality.

"There's a shitstorm out there," I breathed.

I met his eyes.
There's something in the way he looks at me. I am dying inside to find out.

"Where is this coming from?" Colton asks, a sadness weighing in his eyes.

"Sorry, but I am here, fuck this. A blond came knocking at your door. I just thought she was your girlfriend. She was gorgeous," acting out my jealousy.

"Too bad, you are wrong. I don't have a girlfriend," he stammered.

"Then, you are not complete," I muttered.

He gives a quick shake of his head, his eyes telling me that I was wrong to accuse him of such.

"Don't you trust me?" He asks.

I gave him a smile, which I forced on my lips, "I don't want to be thrown out to the hungry wolves."

"I am not complaining of the company that you keep," a little lie to myself.

"It's my home, I am allowed to have friends to come and go," he reminds me.

"There's no particular reason for me to feel drawn into a whirlwind when I see beautiful woman to come to your door," I murmur.

"You could stay with me if you desire to," he smiled.

I want to keep my peace, and I am not going further than I have to.

"Do you really think that's the best idea? My mother is old-fashioned," facing him.

"I am not hiding anything," he claimed.

Here goes nothing, saying to myself.
"Are you rushing things?" I ask.

"What, want to find out?" He asks.

"No comment," I brush against him, "We haven't done anything."

"Huh, you push, pride me, like how many buttons are you going to push, you want me, just say it," he smiled, like he owned the world.

I want to tell him that not a moral fiber in my body will deny feelings that I have for him.

I chant his name to myself.

"For the hundredth time, I am not disguised in hungry kisses, wanting you like a starving female wanting to ride you?"

He yawned, "I am not a mechanical bull."

I freeze at his smooth voice. Smooth talking brute. He is the reason I am struggling to move. I ache for him.

He's taunting me, self-control flinching at his touch as his finger glides down my face.

He purses his lips. A million things come to my mind, stealing my heart. He is enjoying this touching moment.

I just keep smiling at him.

"Never mind, I get things mixed up," I breathed.

"Who doesn't?" He declared.
"I was just caught off guard," I smiled.

He chuckles, "Please, get things straight. Am I losing my touch?"

"No," I murmured, "They are just bodies."

His arms wrapped around me.
"Exactly," he smiled.

"I want to tell you something. Maybe I will show you instead," he pulls me closer, and his lips hardened on mine.

He was kissing me, and the only thing running through my mind was the hundred greatest times.

How can I refuse him? I want him to be my mechanical bull. It was such a pleasure.

"Such a pleasure, always," his words became, "And, you are enjoying?"
That felt like a cheap shot.

I kept smiling, forgetting my own name, and lists in the rush of things. Life was captivating.

"If you're mixing me up with the rest of the guys, I think you might want to reconsider the options?

"You're not losing the touch," I muttered.

"I don't you to slip through my fingers, " referring to himself.

"You do have a purpose," I muttered.

"I am not exactly sure where this leads?" He said.

"What can I say when you're good...

You're good." I shrugged my shoulders.

"You'll diminish me in a shortcoming," he smiled.

"It must be something to hold you in my arms," feeling the warmth creeping over me.

"Something worthwhile, new, and different," he chuckled, "and exciting!"

"Well, I like the entertainment," I tug at him.

"Right," he winks at me.

"Are you hustling me?" I ask.

"Wouldn't you like to find out?" He asks.

"You're stealing my heart, taking me by storm," staring intentionally into his grey eyes.

"Stealing, I am not a thief," he counters.

"Prick," I saunter, "Keep hanging around, and I will steal your heart."

"You play dirty," he accused.

"I play for keeps," I mouthed.

"We have not done a damn thing wrong. Keep your eyes open, and I am sure you will find that I am dangerous territory."

"Dangerous?" I stipulated.

"Are you telling me that I should be scared of what you want to do to me?" I mocked.

"Incredible dangers, watching you crumble in the bed."

"Of what?" I ask.

"Of all the man that you want?"

"It seems like I am missing just that?" I ask, "I think we might come to conclusions about that," I muttered, watching his over inflated chest.

"Maybe I will fall and let you carry me to your bed, and show me man that hides in you?" I smiled.

"Girl, I can't wait to breathe fire in your sails," he smiled back.

"You are swimming in man testerones, perhaps a perfect way to show me some deliciousness," I muttered.

"Whatever gets you in my bed, I am willing to excite you, explore you," he ranted.

"What the hell is going on?" My mother interrupts.

I froze, my mother heard us, "I heard plenty," looking at Colton.

"Boys will be boys," she laughs, "It seems like you have a caller, sorry to interrupt things.

"I am so sorry, I need to answer my phone," I step back from Colton.

"We are not through, Nelly," he stammered.

I think he has a thing for me.

"If I fall, make sure that you pick me up," I smiled, leaving him.

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