Missing The Mark ✔

11

After helping Lukas settle into his room and ensuring he had his laptop ready, I made my way towards Kolton. The house felt unusually empty at that moment, with only the twins around. It was a rare occurrence, and I couldn't help but appreciate the brief respite from potential encounters with their cop sister. I hadn't interacted much with her yet, but my gut feeling suggested that we might not see eye to eye when our paths inevitably crossed.

I entered the room and made my way to his bed, choosing the seat without a word. He shot me a quizzical look, his eyebrows furrowing, but opted to keep his thoughts to himself. His gaze drifted toward my phone, or maybe it just wandered south to my pants – I couldn't be entirely sure. Before I could utter a word, he took the lead.

"Come here," he murmured, shifting his position on the bed and practically tugging my slight frame closer to him. His lips met mine, and my primal desires quickly got the best of me. I straddled his lap, drawing myself nearer, my back arching involuntarily. At that moment, I was utterly lost in his kiss, a swirl of passion and longing. But as quickly as I'd been consumed, I managed to regain my focus, aware that we were treading on uncertain ground.

I pushed back so that I could get off of him, leaving him looking a bit dumbfounded. "What?"

"You owe some guys money?" I asked him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kolton demanded, his posture straightening with anger. His intense gaze bore into me, a look that, infuriatingly, made him even more attractive. It was difficult to address serious matters when he was looking at me like that, especially here in his bed, with the house completely empty. Fuck.

"You know what, never mind," I muttered, standing up in frustration. How could he not get what I was talking about? Either he's pretending to be clueless and doesn't want to discuss it, or he genuinely lost his damn memory. Either way, it's pretty damn annoying. At that moment, I made up my mind—I no longer wanted to tell him anything. It was clear he was playing dumb, and I had better things to do. I wanted to help him, and if he couldn't see that, then so be it. I'd simply follow through with what I was asked to do. After all, here I was, trying to assist him, and he was acting like a complete moron. Fine, I'd take him to his funeral, and he could figure it out himself.

"No, tell me. What are you talking about?" he asked, following me as I tried to leave. You should know! He swiftly closed the door just as I was about to open it, then pressed closer. His hands found my waist, and his lips met mine. "Tell me, Danny..." he murmured, his lips trailing down my jawline. I brushed my fingers along his neck, entwining them behind his head as he began to suck and nibble the sensitive skin of my neck. My head leaned back against the closed door behind us, and I let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Kol pulled back slightly, his voice low and intense. "Tell me what you were talking about."

"You can't seduce me into... Fuck.." he started again. I raised my leg and he gripped it almost violently, which turned me on even more. Kolton kissed my lips again then left me off the ground so that my legs were wrapped around him and my ass was in his hands. He turned us around and walked back to the bed, where we plopped down. Kol instantly pulled off my top and then went to undo my jeans.

"Fuck, Kolton, stop," I muttered and began to push him off. "Kol, stop."

"What the fuck, Danny?" he asked me as he pushed himself off. He remained hovered over me but didn't move any closer. I shook my head. "I just..."

He chuckled. "Oh so now you're shy? Got it once now you're all good?"

"No, man, of course I want you, Jesus Christ, I'm not stupid. I just have a lot to think about." I found myself in a total dilemma, wrestling with conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to spill the beans, spill everything to Kolton. But then, another part was terrified of what could unfold if I did. What if I laid it all out, and he freaked out and ran away? To fucking Mexico or sum shit?  And what about Boris and Har? Their menacing threats hovered over me like a dark cloud. If I let Kolton in on this, would that spell the end for me? On the flip side, if I kept quiet and led him unknowingly into a deadly trap, would I be responsible for his death? Yes, of course, I would. These thoughts weighed heavily on my shoulders, and I grappled with the agonizing uncertainty of it all.