COLT WAS DYING TO KISS YOU AGAIN.

Okay, 'dying' as a description for how much he wanted to kiss you might be an exaggeration, but he was joking (he wasn't). When he kissed you for the first time in a year that day in your trailer—and Colt swears that he's not trying to be dramatic about it—but it felt like he could finally breathe for the first time since he fucked up and pushed you away.

After you guys shared one of the most heartfelt kisses he'd ever had, the two of you were called back to set and had to do your jobs (Colt loved being a stuntman, but sometimes it could get in the way of important stuff, like your and his relationship). But as soon as the day wrapped, the two of you rode back to the hotel with each other and talked in your hotel room to discuss the next step in your relationship, which was friendship.

You had wanted to take this slow since you were (rightfully) wary about entering a relationship with him immediately, but you guys made up (but not totally, some things needed to be talked about). Colt knew that he had shattered the trust you had in him, and he was totally okay with taking it one day at a time, as slowly as you wanted, if it meant he could have you in his life and you be in his in any capacity.

Though taking it slow was a real test of Colt's impulses and his nature of falling over himself when it came to the people that he was head over heels with, which he was usually good at (that's a lie), but being in this close of proximity to you for over a year—and now that he knew that you didn't totally hate his guts—might be killing him even more than disappearing after his accident.

Once Metalstorm had wrapped, he found himself giddy at the discovery that you guys had the same flight home and were even seated next to each other on the 15-hour flight (but Colt had a suspicion that Jody might have had a hand in that). The two of you spent the time catching up on the past year or sleeping, since you guys had been wiped out by the past few days.

Colt couldn't resist the grin that split across his lips when he felt your head fall onto his shoulder, and he immediately readjusted so your head lay more comfortably on him. He had to cover his mouth when you snuggled further into his shoulder, a soft smile on your face. He ended up falling asleep not long after you. Colt's head fell on top of yours, a satisfied smile playing on his own lips.

But that moment had gone and passed. You didn't acknowledge that you had practically cuddled Colt the entire flight, and when the plane landed and you had gotten your bags, you parted ways with him, giving a small hug before leaving the crowded and bustling LAX. Colt looked after you longingly and was already thinking about the next time he'd see you, which was about a couple of days later, when you guys came back, and he texted you to see if you had any plans.

After a few text exchanges about plans, you guys ended up having a plain old movie night, as the two of you had before, well, you know, before Colt had kissed you. You were surprised by how natural it felt; it was like no time had passed as you guys watched the movie, laughing and making passing comments throughout. Soon enough, you guys started hanging out frequently, and with no work lined up, your schedules opened up. You had been hanging out with Colt most of the time, but you made sure that you hung out with people outside of him.

But Colt always cherished the time you guys spent together, and you never turned down a hug from him at the end of each night after you guys finished hanging out (which he saw as a huge win). But, he could only go so long without kissing you (Colt had gone to bed each night since you reconciled about kissing you), so he had plans to rectify that, which brought him to your apartment at 9 AM waiting for you with some breakfast and his truck packed with a cooler filled with food, towels, an umbrella, some chairs, and his surfboard.

Colt texted you the night before, saying he wanted to have a beach day. Despite it being late April, it was warm enough to go down to the beach, have a nice day, and avoid swarms of people, since it had yet to hit the summer months. You agreed since you had missed California's beaches, and you weren't going to pass up a beach day if Colt had planned it all.

Colt walked himself up to your apartment and knocked on your door with the bag of breakfast burritos in his hand.

"It's open!" Colt heard your muffled voice through the door.

He opened the door with a shake of his head and entered your apartment. You weren't in the living room, but Colt heard you shuffling in your bathroom, so he placed the bag of food on your coffee table before heading down the hall.

"I told you not to leave your…" Colt started to say as he approached the open bathroom, but his words trailed off when he caught sight of you in your bikini-clad chest and jean shorts. The strings of your black bottoms peeked out as you applied sunscreen to your face. "…door unlocked." He finished saying as his eyes raked over your form, swallowing thickly.

Colt had to clasp his hands behind his back, resisting the urge to reach out to you and pull you into him and kiss you silly.

You scoffed at him, never looking at him as you rubbed the sunscreen into your face. "You know I don't. But I saw that you were here and figured you come up. So I unlocked it." You shrugged.

"Doesn't matter. It's a matter of principle." Colt's tongue poked the inside of his mouth as he just managed to rip his gaze away from you.

You rolled your eyes at him, grabbed your sunscreen, and opened it again. "Do you know the principle of applying sunscreen? Because it doesn't seem like you do." You squirted some of the product onto your fingertips, closed the bottle, and warmed it by rubbing your fingertips together.

"Don't and try and change—" Colt was cut off by your hands starting to rub the sunscreen into his face. "—the subject." He grumbled the rest of the sentence as his eyes fell shut at the sensation of your hands on his face, letting you apply the sunscreen.

"Too late. I already did." Colt could imagine the grin on your face as his eyes were closed.

Colt scoffed. "I was going to do this at the beach."

You clicked your tongue at him. "You're still in sunlight even if it's not direct, Colt. I gotta take care of your skin, lord knows you don't. Your hands were gentle, and you finished rubbing the product into his skin.

Your voice carried a scolding tone that Colt was used to. Colt had heard this lecture from you multiple times after you had seen his skincare routine one night, after he offered you to spend the night since it was too late for you to drive back to your apartment after the movie night you guys had (he offered you his bed while he took the couch, even though his back would hurt the next morning).

Colt's eyes snapped open at your remark, "Hey! I do." He said indignantly.

You snickered at his reaction before lightly tapping his cheeks with your palms and pinching his cheek. "Yeah, after I nagged you about it."

Colt huffed and grabbed your wrist as your hand retracted and pretended to bite at your fingertips. You were quick to rip your hand out of his wrist and shook your head at him. He smiled at the furrow in your brow as you rolled your eyes at him.

"Come on, I've got a breakfast burrito with your name on it." Colt said.

Your eyes lit up at the mention of food. "Great, I'm starving! I just gotta grab a shirt and my bag and then we can go." You went to leave the bathroom, but Colt didn't move out of the way and stayed in the doorway.

"You don't need a shirt," Colt said as his eyes were trained on your chest (What? Your boobs were right there, what was he supposed to do? Not look at them?).

"My eyes are up here." You said with dry amusement in your voice as you placed a hand on his chest to push him out of your way.

The push to his chest snapped him out of his dazed state. He moved out of your way and trailed behind you as you nabbed the shirt hanging off the back of your couch and slipped it on before grabbing your stuffed tote bag and slung it on your shoulder. Your sunglasses were already perched on your head, and you grabbed your phone and keys, slipping on your flip flops at the entrance of your door.

Colt grabbed the bag of food from the coffee table, grabbed your keys, and replaced them with your food. You smiled at him, and the two of you left your apartment, the keys jingling in Colt's hands as he locked your door. Colt couldn't help but throw an arm over your shoulder and pull you into his side as the two of you walked down the hallway of your apartment complex.

The breakfast burritos that Colt had gotten for the two of you were eaten quickly as Colt drove down the PCH with the windows down. The playlist you had made filled the comfortable silence that settled between the two of you. While Colt was driving, you couldn't help but admire him through your sunglasses as he drove.

He was wearing a fitted white tank top and some plain navy blue swim trunks. Your eyes lingered on the sculpted muscles of his arms and how his pecs subtly bulged from the tight fit of the tank top. The blonde strands of Colt's hair were tucked underneath the baseball cap he was wearing backward, with a small tuft of it sticking out of the small hole where the closure of the hat was—but what made your heart flutter was the sight of your last name embroidered on it.

Then your eyes drifted down his side profile—they traced the slope of his nose and the curve of his lips, pulled up into a knowing smirk.

"See something you like?" Colt asked with amusement coating his tone as he glanced at you over his own sunglasses.

You blinked, then dragged the sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to meet Colt's mirthful expression. "Maybe." You said coyly, a smile growing on your face.

No matter how much Colt wanted to admire you as you sat next to him in his truck, he had to keep his eyes on the road, but a wide grin grew on his face as he shook his head at you.

Soon enough, the two of you made the hour-and-a-half drive in record time, and since it was technically the off-season for beaches in California, the parking lot was virtually empty save for the few cars that were scattered across the lot. It also helped that the beach Colt took the two of you to was one only locals knew about, so it was pretty secluded.

You guys hopped out of the truck and started to unpack it, and you stared at the surfboard for a second. "You're gonna surf today?" You asked.

"Probably not, it looks like the waves are pretty calm today." Colt shook his head as he grabbed the cooler out of the truck.

"Then, why did you bring it?" You pulled out the chairs and the umbrella.

"For aesthetic purposes, you know, to fit the vibe of a beach day." Colt quipped as he closed the truck bed.

You chuckled. "You're ridiculous."

Colt smiled proudly. "I'm taking that as a compliment."

"You're a weirdo." You shook your head at him before going to grab the cooler, but Colt batted your hands away from it. "Colt!"

Colt tsked at you. "I got it. Just grab your chair and my towels, I can get the rest."

You huffed but did what he said. You slung one of the chairs (which was in one of those bags with a strap to carry it) over your free shoulder, then grabbed the towel on his shoulder and draped it over your arm.

Colt slung the umbrella and the other chair over his shoulders before grabbing the cooler. He jutted his chin towards the ocean that was just a couple of feet away from where you parked. "Lead the way."

It didn't take very long to find a spot, and the two of you set it up pretty quickly. There were maybe ten or so people on this beach (including you and Colt), so the beach was very peaceful, and the waves gently lapping at the shore added to the serene ambiance.

Once the two of you finished organizing everything, you had taken off your shirt and jean shorts, which made Colt let out a low whistle, to which you whacked his abdomen with the back of your hand, though the small smile pulling at your lips betrayed your amusement.

Colt raised his hands in silent surrender, but had a grin on his face. He took off the hat alongside his tank top, and you had to physically turn around and busy yourself with digging through your bag, otherwise you knew you would start drooling at the sight of him shirtless. But you still caught a glimpse of the spattering of chest hair and dark blonde hair on his stomach, leading down and underneath his swim trunks.

Colt clocked your reaction and chuckled to himself. He was glad that he could have as much of an effect on you as you did on him.

You grabbed the sunscreen from your bag and composed yourself for a second before facing Colt. "Turn around." You gestured to the bottle of sunscreen you brought.

"Yes, ma'am." Colt teased before doing as you said, and you were faced with his toned back.

Your eyes lingered on the scar on his lower back before you uncapped the sunscreen, poured a generous amount onto your hand, capped it, and tossed it onto your chair. You smiled at the Colt's small flinch at the cold sunscreen once you started to apply the sunscreen to his back, making sure it was all rubbed into his skin. Your eyes traced the planes of muscle that shifted with each small movement that he made.

"All done." You said as you tapped his back.

"Thanks." You had expected Colt to move on, but he just stared at you.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

He gestured to the sunscreen on the chair. "Aren't you going to do the rest of me?" Colt asked cheekily.

You picked up the sunscreen bottle and sent him a sarcastic smile. "No." You responded before shoving it into his chest. "You broke your back, not your arms."

Colt huffed dramatically. "You love to hit where it hurts the most." Colt winked, letting you know that he knew you were joking, and started applying sunscreen to the rest of his body.

"Oh, don't pretend you don't love it." You said, rolling your eyes. "Make sure to do your face again." You reminded him before sitting down on your chair and grabbed your book, waiting for him to finish with the sunscreen.

Once he was done, Colt tapped your head lightly with it, making you look up at him, and he gestured for you to stand up. You saved the place in your book, stood up, gathered your hair over one of your shoulders, and had your back facing Colt. You heard the sunscreen cap open, then close once more.

Then you felt Colt's warm hands spread the sunscreen over your back, and you held back the shiver that threatened to zip down your spine. You could feel how big his hands were as they were rubbing the sunscreen into your skin and under the straps of your bikini in a soothing motion.

You couldn't help but imagine them moving down to your hips and gripping them to pull you back into Colt's chest. But his hands were gone as soon as he was finished, and you sent him a smile over your shoulder before taking the bottle from him and applying sunscreen to the rest of your body.

You tossed the sunscreen back in your bag, and you looked at the water for a second before you turned to Colt with a sly smile.

Colt noticed your smile, and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at you. "What's up with the smile?"

"Nothing," you said as innocently as you could, taking a step closer to Colt and looking up at him. "How do we feel about a small wager?"

"What kind?" Colt's interest was piqued, and he was fully mesmerized by the mischievous glint in your eyes.

"We race to the water, winner gets to pick the movie for our next movie night." You proposed as you stuck out your hand.

Colt clasped your smaller hand in his. "You're on." A smug grin slid on his face. Your smile mirrored his as you shook his hand, you knew that Colt wouldn't pass up a bet no matter how small it was.

You leaned forward and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek before pulling back to see a shocked look spread across his face.

"See you at the shoreline!" You winked at him before pushing him hard, making him stumble back, then you dashed out from under the umbrella. Your giggles filled the air and mixed with the water crashing on the shore.

Colt regained his balance. The shove you gave him snapped him out of his stupor, and he immediately sprinted after you. His laughs followed yours as he swiftly caught up to you (curse him and his longer strides). Colt was quick to sweep you up into his arms; your giggling turned into a small squeal as he kept moving until his feet hit the water.

Colt jostled you in his arms. "That wasn't fair! You cheated."

"You have longer legs than me!" You exclaimed through laughter. "I was just leveling the playing field." You were clutching onto Colt's shoulders as he held you by your waist.

You guys didn't necessarily register how close your faces were until you'd calmed down from your laughing fit. You guys stared at each other with gentle smiles on your faces. Colt had started to put you down gently, but as soon as one of your feet hit the water, the cold zipped up your spine, and you clutched Colt tighter, pulling your foot back up.

Colt couldn't help the laugh that rumbled through his chest, making you throw a glare at him.

"Don't laugh at me. It's cold!" You pouted at him.

"S'not that cold." Colt shook his head at you before a roguish smirk appeared on his lips, and you knew exactly what that smile meant.

"Colt." Your voice was laced with warning, but he ignored it as he moved further into the water. You started to protest and try to wiggle out of his arms, but his grip was iron-clad around your waist.

"Please, please, please don't do this! I'll let you pick the movie, I'm sorry that I cheated!" You started to plead with him as the water began to hit his thighs.

Colt shook his head. "It's a little late for apologies sweetheart, you should have thought about this before you decided to play dirty."

You could feel his grip loosening on you, so you clutched onto him tighter. "Colt, please." You sent him your best puppy-dog look, pout and all (but you could never do it as well as he could).

Colt's eyes softened for a split second before the smile was plastered back on his face, and he threw you into the ocean. Cold, salty water enveloped you as you landed in it with a splash. It was a shock to your heated body, and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin as you stood in the water, wiping the water clinging to your face and eyelashes, glaring at Colt as he laughed.

"You're an ass." You spat out as you moved a strand of your hair from your face.

"There's always consequences for your actions." Colt said while shrugging, a shit-eating grin on his face as his eyes trailed down your now wet figure.

"Mhm, really?" You asked with derision in your tone as you smiled mockingly at him.

"Yep." Colt popped the 'p' a bit obnoxiously.

Instead of responding to him, you splashed him with water, and Colt flinched from the sudden feeling of the cold water hitting his heated skin. Colt looked down at his now-wet chest and back at you.

"Just remember, you started this." Colt lunged at you before you dodged him with a yelp-turned-laugh.

The two of you swam around, splashing each other, and roughhousing in the water like you guys were kids again. You had spent about an hour in the water before getting tired and hungry. So the two of you went back to your little setup on the nearly-vacant beach, dried off, and ate some lunch that Colt had meal-prepped the night before. You guys were chatting between bites and sips of the drinks Colt also brought from the cooler.

Once you guys were done eating, you opted to tan for a little while, resting your head on an extra towel that Colt had rolled up for you, and read while Colt ran back to his truck to grab his surfboard. The waves had gotten bigger as the day went on, and so he was going to try to surf for a little while. He tried to coax you into joining him, but you wouldn't go in without a wetsuit (which neither of you had). You also didn't know how to surf well, so you waved off Colt and dived into your book.

Colt surfed for maybe thirty minutes before he came back, and you were now lying on your back, sunglasses perched on your nose bridge as you flipped through your book. Colt was quick to dry off and lay next to you, but rested his head on your lap, the two of you in an 'L' shape near your things. You didn't protest Colt lying with you, and your free hand found his damp hair and raked through the strands, gently detangling them with your fingers.

You heard Colt let out a soothing sigh. "Can you read to me?" He asked in a relaxed voice.

"Sure." You replied before jumping into the page you were on, and you continued to comb your fingers through his hair. Your voice was just as soothing as the ocean's crashing waves, and soon they blended for Colt as he was lulled into sleep.

You had stopped reading altogether when you noticed that Colt was sleeping soundly. You placed your book beside you after bookmarking it, and you let your mind wander as you watched the water, your hand still playing with Colt's hair. After a couple of minutes, you sat up to admire Colt's features.

He looked younger while he was sleeping, but he also looked younger when he had a bright smile on his face. Your hand left his hair, and your fingertips traced his brow bone lightly, then the ridge of his nose, before skimming the edge of his parted lips, the soft hair of his upper lip tickling your fingertips.

"I'm starting to think that you have a staring problem." Colt murmured with his eyes still closed.

You just smiled at him, saying nothing in response. You placed your hand on his cheek, making his eyes crack open. The late afternoon sun painted your features in an orange hue that made you look like Colt's own personal angel, looking down on him, with the light making a halo around your head. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Colt's forehead, making his heart simultaneously melt and explode at the affection.

Colt swallowed hard before speaking. "What was that for?"

You shrugged. "I just wanted to."

Colt nodded. "Cool. Cool." God, you had no idea how much Colt wanted to fist-pump the air right now, but he contained himself. "You know if you ever wanted to do it again, it's totally fine by me."

You laughed a little, having to stifle it before responding, "Good to know." You sent him a small smile before looking back at the water, your hand returning to his hair and combing through the now dry strands.

"Wanna go back in the water ?" Colt asked after a beat of silence.

"Not fully," You shook your head. "It's going to be really cold if we swim in it, now."

"That's fine. We can walk for a little." Colt suggested, and you nodded.

Both of you got up and dusted some sand off yourselves before you guys walked side by side to the shoreline. Colt felt brave and grabbed your hand. You said nothing, laced your fingers with his, and you guys walked in silence, holding hands as you walked along the edge of the water.

At some point, you guys stopped walking and just stared at the vast expanse of the Pacific. You had ended up in front of Colt, resting against his chest as his arm was slung across your chest. The two admired the sun slowly setting; the sunset made the ocean look like it was made of diamonds and precious gems as the fading light danced across the water's surface.

Before the sun was fully set, you guys headed back to where your stuff was and packed up. Once the truck was all packed up, you guys rinsed and dried off. You changed out of your swimsuit into some lounge pants and Colt's hoodie, while Colt just put his Miami Vice jacket over his tank top and wore some sweatpants before the two of you went and ate at the nearest burger joint before going to grab some ice cream to share.

Then Colt drove you guys to a lookout spot overlooking the sea from a cliff. You guys ate the half-melted ice cream through delirious laughter and sputtered words, but the two of you were having the time of your lives with one another.

The ice cream was quickly finished, and you were calming down from your laughter. At some point, Colt had taken off his jacket, and you were sitting the wrong way in his truck, your back was braced against the glove box, and your bare feet rested on the bench seat.

The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the sea, and it filtered into the truck, casting both of you in a soft, dim white glow.

"This was really fun. I had a great time." You admitted with a soft grin.

"Yeah?" Colt mirrored your grin as his arm rested on the wheel, his thumb tapping on the edge of it.

"Yeah." You confirmed as you looked at him.

Colt looked at you with such fondness in his eyes that it almost made you feel shy under his gaze, a silence settling in the truck cabin.

You broke eye contact with him, looking out the window into the darkened night, and fiddled with the cuffs of the hoodie.

"Hey," Colt murmured, pulling your attention back to him. "C'mere." Colt reached out and tugged on your sleeve.

You did as he said so easily; the low timber of his voice was like your personal siren song. You sat up and slid towards him as your knees pressed into the leather of the seat. Colt's hand was hesitant as he lifted and placed it gently on your cheek.

Colt leaned closer to you, and just before your noses touched, he stopped. "Can—" He swallowed thickly, nerves rattled his core. "—can I kiss you?"

A small but giddy smile pulled at your lips. "Yeah."

Colt let a small but relieved breath before pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into the kiss. It was just a simple press of your lips together, but Colt felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Finally, after months of waiting, Colt was finally kissing you.

Colt had pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. "God, I've been wanting to do that for a while." He admitted breathlessly.

You chuckled at him. "Then why didn't you do it earlier?"

"Didn't want to mess up with you again. You wanted to take it slow so I wanted to honor that." Colt's thumb was caressing your cheek as he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes.

Your heart swelled at Colt's words. "I love you." You couldn't hold back the words as they burst from you.

Colt felt like his heart was going to break his ribcage with how fast it was pounding as he stared at you dumbly. You had broken his brain. "R-really?"

"Yes. I think I have been since we traded hats." You said, letting out a wet laugh; tears of glee lined your eyes. "But today just solidified it."

Colt let out a relieved laugh before he pulled your face to his again and pressed multiple pecks to your lips, mumbling 'I love you' in between each kiss, making you laugh at how infectious Colt's joy was. You guys weren't even kissing anymore, just smiling into each other's mouths and basking in the happy bubble the two of you were in.

You managed to calm down enough to capture his lips once more for a longer kiss, pouring all of your emotions into it. Colt returned your kiss with the same fervor. Colt couldn't help himself and pulled you into his lap with ease, and you were straddling him. The steering wheel was digging into your lower back, but you didn't care as Colt's tongue swiped and the seam of your lips and licked into your mouth.

Colt could feel how warm your skin was from the sun, even though it had gone down hours ago. But he savored the feeling of your bare waist and hips underneath his calloused palms as they roamed underneath the hoodie you had borrowed (stolen) from Colt as the two of you kissed. If nothing else happened tonight and he just got to kiss you, then he could die a happy man.

Colt loved how your lips moved against him and the little sigh that escaped your nose when he nibbled on your bottom lip. His tongue danced with yours, and he couldn't help but smile at the taste of the sweet vanilla on your tongue as he sucked on it lightly. He was re-familiarizing himself with your taste, your sounds, and how your body reacted to him.

Your hands wove themselves into the messy blonde strands at the back of his head as one of his hands moved from under the hoodie to cradle your jaw, and deepened the kiss even further. Your hips had a mind of their own as they ground against the rapidly growing bulge underneath Colt's sweats.

A groan escaped Colt at the feeling of friction against his groin, and the rumble of his voice sent a zap of arousal down your spine, making your hips roll against his once more. It was like the two of you had a feedback loop of desire feeding into your bodies as the kisses increased with heat and passion.

Your body was getting hot from the layers you were wearing, and you pulled away from Colt for a second, ripped off the hoodie, sent it to the floor of the truck, and attached your lips back to Colt's. Colt barely managed to capture a glimpse of your bare chest, a low whine escaping him that was muffled by your lips. His hands couldn't help but glide up the length of your back before they diverged; one of them stayed on your upper back, while the other one traveled down to your ass and squeezed it.

You had tugged at his hair, and that dull pain snapped Colt out of his lust-induced haze. "W-wait." Colt just barely managed to pull away from you, a moment of clarity hitting him.

You tried to chase his lips but stopped when you heard the breathy nature of his tone. "Yeah? What's wrong?" You asked as you sat back a little, but you backed up further than you meant to, and you managed to elbow the horn of the truck, making it blare out in the quiet night, making the two of you jump in surprise.

Once your heartbeat reset to a normal pace, your eyes met Colt's, and the two of you shared a small laugh, and the two of you shuffled across the bench seat to where you were sitting, giving you ample space to lean back if you needed.

Colt kept his eyes trained on your face (no matter how much they wanted to slide down and trace the shape of your breasts). "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. Are you?" You threw back at him as you gently scraped your nails through his scalp.

Colt's eyes fluttered at the sensation (god, that was like his kryptonite). "Yeah. But my truck wasn't what I had in mind."

"Oh?" An amused smile pulled at your lips. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

"Well, for starters, I would have asked you out on a date—" Colt couldn't help himself and leaned in and pressed a kiss to your collarbone, "—wined and dined you before inviting you back to my apartment for a night cap—" His lips trailed up your neck, pressing an even softer kiss to the skin before it reached your jaw, "—where I'd ask you if I could kiss you and then I'd rock your world." Colt's lips finally reached your lips, where he kissed you so gently that you could barely call it a kiss.

You couldn't help but laugh against his lips. "Colt, honey, I'm literally topless in front of you and you're worried about doing it right?" You pulled away from him slightly.

"I'm worried about giving you the best and doing it right." Colt corrected as he looked deep into your eyes.

Your eyes softened when you saw the glint of fear in his eyes. "Hey," You said gently as one of your hands found his cheek, "I don't need the best. I just need you."

Colt looked back and forth between your eyes that were filled with sincerity as he swallowed thickly.

"Besides," You continued with a growing smile on your slightly swollen lips. "When have we ever done this right?" You gestured to the two of you before leaning closer to him, your lips brushing against his. "We can have that nightcap at your apartment as a round two." You whispered sultrily before kissing him again.

Well, when you put it that way, Colt couldn't help but silently agree with you as he pressed his lips harder against yours. It was like the dam had broken and Colt's hands had skated up your rib cage and cupped your breasts in his hands, and he started to pinch and tweak your nipples as they hardened underneath his touch.

You let out a breathy moan against him, and Colt's lips made their way down your jaw, your neck, and chest before they were wrapped around one of your breasts, and he started to suck and nip at the area. You leaned back and threw your head back, letting a small whine escape you.

Your hips started to grind against his slowly, and you could feel how your underwear was sticking to you with how wet you were getting. The friction felt great against your sensitive clit that was begging for attention.

One of your hands found itself trailing down Colt's chest before they slipped underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, your knuckles brushed past the patch of hair on his stomach, and you couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped you when you found no barrier between you and his hardness.

"No underwear?" You asked before you grasped him, making him choke on a groan as he pulled away from your boob.

"I should ask you the same thing. You had no shirt underneath my hoodie." Colt muttered as he nipped at the soft flesh of your breast before he moved on to the neglected breast and sucked a mark on top of it.

Your lip twitched. "Touche." You responded before Colt had groaned again as your hand slowly squeezed his cock before your thumb teased his tip, collecting the pre-cum that had leaked out, you dragged your hand up and down to spread it.

To even the playing field, one of Colt's hands slipped past the barriers you were wearing, and he smirked when he felt how slippery your slit was as he dragged his fingers through it. You let out a soft moan as he rubbed at your clit.

The two of you teased each other with how slow the other was going. You leaned forward to kiss him again and he responded in kind, his tongue diving into your mouth as one of his thick fingers slipped further down and prodded at your entrance before it dipped inside of you smoothly, there wasn't a hint of resistance because of how wet you were for Colt. Your hand faltered on his cock as his finger started to move inside of you, sending waves of heat through your body.

Another finger slipped in beside his first one, and Colt let out a breathy 'fuck' at the feeling of your tight walls stretching to accommodate his fingers. "You're so tight f'me. Gonna have to stretch you out, sweetheart."

You moaned at his words. "Please. Wanna feel you." You continued to move your hand on his cock, before giving up and rolling your hips onto Colt's hand, riding his fingers.

Colt didn't mind you stopping—he was too focused on trying to make you come on his fingers. He shifted his fingers slightly, and suddenly, he was hitting the spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. His other hand had moved from your chest to rest on your throat, not squeezing, just resting as you panted against Colt's mouth.

You were close, you knew it, and Colt knew it and responded in kind, moving his thumb to rub at your clit as he aimed your g-spot with every thrust of his fingers. "You gonna come?" Colt's voice was thick and rough with desire as his eyes were trained on your lust-addled expression.

"Yes! S-so close." You choked out as pleasure threatened to rack your body.

"Be a good girl f'me and come," Colt commanded, and you couldn't help but listen, and you fell apart on his fingers as your vision went white. You slumped over Colt's body, as your hips mindlessly continued to ride his fingers as you came down from your orgasm.

Once you caught your breath, Colt's fingers slowly retracted from your slit, covered in your slick, he looked you dead in the eye and sucked your arousal off his fingers. Your breathing had turned heavy as he pulled them out of his mouth and kissed you, letting the taste of you mix with the taste of him.

You groaned into his mouth, and you remembered where your hands were and grasped his cock once more and started to move your hand up and down on it, using various amounts of pressure once you got to his sensitive head.

"Fuck." Colt grunted before he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "Things are going to end a lot sooner than I want." He responded to your look of confusion, sounding out of breath.

Colt pulled your hand out of his sweatpants. He took off his tank top before dragging his pants down to his thighs, his cock springing up and hitting his bare stomach.

You swallowed at the sight of his hard cock, you had nearly forgotten how big he was (but you couldn't, you remember exactly how it carved you out anytime you and Colt fucked), and your mouth started to salivate.

Colt tugged at your own pants, and you helped him get rid of them completely, leaving the two of you naked and bathed in the light of the moon that leaked into the truck. Colt kissed you again as he reached behind you, opened the glove box, and searched for something blindly.

You couldn't help but laugh as he let out a frustrated groan against your lips. You pulled away, and he pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder before hooking his chin over it to be able to see what he was looking for. You heard him say a little 'ah!' before leaning back into the seat, and you saw a condom wrapper in his hand.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You keep condoms in your truck?"

"I put them there this morning."

The eyebrow you raised climbed higher on your forehead; you were sending him a bit of a judgmental look.

"Wishful thinking?" Colt said sheepishly.

You broke and laughed, shaking your head. "You're so lucky that you're cute."

Colt sent you a smile before he ripped it open with his teeth (which shouldn't have been as attractive as it actually was, but you blame it on Colt's natural charm), and you had taken the condom from him and rolled it down his cock. You shifted on his lap to hover over his cock.

You didn't know who leaned in first, but Colt's mouth was on yours once more, and the two of you moaned in each other's mouths as you slowly sank on Colt's cock. You took it slow since it had been a while since you've been with anyone, and even longer since you've been with Colt. Usually, it took a bit more prep time when it came to Colt filling you up, but you were impatient, and you craved to have Colt fill you up to the brim.

You had to take a second for yourself when your pelvis hit his own. God, it felt overwhelming with how he stretched you out, and it was like he was in your throat with how full your cunt felt.

Colt's eyes were squeezed shut, and you could see the tendons in Colt's neck strain with effort. Colt was holding back from immediately shifting his hips and moving inside you, trying to give you time to adjust, but your fluttering walls were really tempting him to throw caution to the wind and start moving.

But soon enough, your hips started to move, and he let out a stuttering breath once you did. Colt's hands found refuge on your hips, just resting as he let you move at your own pace. Heavy breathing and moans filled the truck cabin, and fog began to coat the windows as the heat built between the two of you.

"You feel so good wrapped around me, sweetheart." Colt groaned. "Missed you so much. God, you're so pretty, my pretty girl." He praised.

You moaned at the praise, and your hips started to move faster. Colt couldn't tear his eyes off of you as you moved up and down his cock. He could feel the heat of arousal pool in his lower abdomen, but tried to stave it off, wanting you to come on his cock first.

Colt's grip on your hips tightened, and he started to thrust up to meet your hips, and the sound was obscene as the slap of your ass against his thighs started to mix in with your moans and whines. Colt felt your walls start to clench repeatedly around him.

"I can feel you clenching around me. You close?" Colt groaned out as his grip on your hips almost turned bruising.

"H-harder, please!" You babbled out as your hips continued to rock up and down on Colt.

Colt obliged and angled his hips in a way that the thick tip of his cock hit your g-spot with each thrust before he sent a hand in between your legs and started to work at your oversensitive clit. You practically sobbed out as the pleasure started overwhelming your senses and you fell apart on his cock, your cunt spasming around his cock.

Colt couldn't help but finally let go of the coil that was wound tight around his abdomen, and his cock twitched inside of you as he filled the condom with his spend. His thrusts slowed down as the two of you came down from your highs. Your head had fallen into the crook of his sweaty neck as you came, and as you finally had caught your breath, you inhaled his musky scent.

Colt was softening inside of you, but neither of you cared—you both liked being this close with one another. Colt coaxed you from the crook of his neck and pulled you into a kiss that was so sweet that it could have given you a cavity.

"I love you." Colt mumbled against your lips.

"I love you too." You murmured back.

The two of you knew that you should clean up, but all Colt did was crack open the window a bit before wrapping his arms around you, hugging you close to him, and the two of you listened to the crashing waves of the ocean and let the feeling of contentedness wash over you and Colt.

Your hearts were full of each other, and everything finally felt right once more.