CHAPTER 3: Consequences

Betty's POV

He stopped abruptly and broke the kiss, pulling back like he’d been burned.

We were both just staring at each other, panting with this huge “what the fuck did we just do?” hanging in the air between us.

His hand which had been cupping my breast through my shirt jerked away like he’d been holding a live grenade.

“Shit. Betty, I'm..,” he started with his voice in a low and rough rasp.

I didn't let him finish though.. I grabbed his wrist and he looked down at my hand then back at my face with his eyes dark and confused.

I didn't say a word. I just guided his hand back to my breast and held it there. I gave a tiny desperate nod. Yes. This. I want this.

That was all the permission he needed.

He crashed back into me with his kiss fiercer this time with all hesitation gone. One hand squeezed my breast while the other slid down to grab my ass, pulling me flush against him. I could feel how hard he was and a thrill shot straight through me.

We stumbled backward until my knees hit the old couch and I fell back, pulling him down on top of me. His weight was amazingly solid and safe and I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him there.

“Get this off,” I muttered, tugging at his leather cut and the t-shirt underneath.

He didn't need telling twice. He sat back, yanking the shirt over his head in one quick motion and my breath hitched. Jesus. Travis was soft around the middle and Colt was all strong muscles and tattoos like a landscape of hard lines and scars too. Then his hands were on the hem of my top.

“This okay?” He asked.

“Just rip the damn thing if you have to,” I whispered desparetly.

He didn't rip it but he got it off me fast enough. The cool air hit my skin and then his hot gaze followed as he just stared for a second, taking in my chest.

“Fuck, Betty,” he whispered with the words full of awe.

Then his hands were on me, cupping my breasts with his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

I arched into his touch with a soft moan escaping my lips while he dipped his head with his mouth closing over one peak and I saw stars.

His tongue swirled and teased and heat pooled low in my belly. Travis never… he just never did this. It was like Colt was speaking a language my body had been waiting its whole life to hear.

His other hand slid down my stomach, slipping past the waistband of my jeans. I was wet, embarrassingly and desperately wet and when his fingers found my clit, I cried out.

“Colt…“

“Right here, darlin',” he murmured against my skin with his voice gravelly.

My own hands were frantic, fumbling with the buckle of his belt and I got his jeans open with my fingers diving inside to wrap around his cock. He was huge and rock hard and he groaned deeply in a sound that went straight to my core.

I was tugging at his jeans, trying to get them down when the cabin door flew open with a bang that shook the whole damn room and we froze.

Standing in the doorway, backlit by the moon were Damon and Blaze!

Damon’s eyebrows shot up so high they nearly disappeared into his hairline.. but Blaze… shit. Blaze’s face was of pure fury.. and all of it was directed at me.

Colt moved like lightning.. he was off me and on his feet in a blink, pulling his jeans up and shoving himself back in, positioning himself between me and the door. I scrambled to cover myself with my arms with my face burning with shame and anger.

“Blaze, Damon… it's not what it..,” Colt started but Blaze cut him off.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing, Colt?” Blaze’s voice was low, deadly calm and a thousand times more terrifying than if he’d been screaming.

“Let me explain,” Colt said with his voice steady but tight. “Just… outside. Let's talk outside,”

He gestured toward the porch and Damon gave me one last unreadable look then turned and walked out.

Blaze didn't move for a long second with his angry eyes locked on me like he wanted to strangle me with his stare. Finally, he turned and followed Colt out, slamming the door shut behind him.

The second they were gone, I slumped back on the couch with my whole body trembling.

I could hear their voices outside low and urgent but I couldn't make out the words. It was just a rumble of anger and then one word cut through the murmur so sharp and clear.

“…Luna…“

Luna? What the hell was a Luna? Was that a person? Some code word?

Then it got quiet.. too quiet.

My unease turned into a full-blown panic. Where’d they go? Did they just leave? Did they take Colt?

I had to look.. I pulled my shirt back on with my hands shaking and crept to the door. I cracked it open just an inch and peeked out.

The porch was empty.

What the hell? I pushed the door open a little wider and stepped out into the cool night air.

“Colt?” I whispered into the darkness. “Damon?”

Nothing came.. just the sound of the wind in the trees.

A twig snapped to my left and I spun around with my heart leaping into my throat.

The woods were pitch black and so I squinted, trying to see. Was that a shadow moving?

“Hello?” I called out with my voice sounding small and scared.

A sudden movement to my left made me turn abruptly but boy that was a very big mistake..!

I opened my mouth and a pure terrifying scream forced its way out of me, tearing through the silent night…!