Chapter 1Raven's POV
"Are you kidding me right now?" I yanked my suitcase through the doorway, jaw dropping at the disaster unfolding in front of our house.
Should've seen this coming. When Mom pitched the idea of spending summer at her boyfriend Colt's beach house, I knew she'd lose her mind. But this? Right out of the gate?
Unbelievable.
I pressed my fingers to my temple, staring at the SUV packed to the brim. The trunk was stuffed. The backseat was stuffed. There was barely room to breathe—suitcases, coolers, beach crap, and Mom's ridiculous giant pink floatie taking up every inch.
Mom was half-buried in the backseat, face red, cramming one last towel into a gap that didn't exist. "There!" She smacked the seat like she'd just won something. "Done."
She popped up, spotted me, and waved me over like I was late for a flight. "Come on, Raven, we're burning daylight!"
"Yeah, yeah." I dragged my bag forward, squinting against the morning sun already baking the driveway.
Colt was leaning against the side of the SUV, arms folded across his chest, looking way too good for someone who just woke up. White tee, faded jeans, hair a little messy from the wind. Sharp jaw. Dark eyes that had no business looking at me the way they sometimes did.
He was pushing forty. I was eighteen.
It was messed up how much I noticed.
"Morning, little one," he said, voice low and lazy, that half-smile pulling at his mouth.
"Morning," I muttered, eyes dropping to the pavement.
Mom slammed the trunk and wiped her hands on her shorts. "Alright, let's roll."
I gestured at the packed car. "Where exactly am I supposed to sit? On the roof? There's literally no room."
"She's got a point, Sarah." Colt pushed off the car. "You pack like we're moving out there permanently. She's gonna be squished like a sardine for eight hours."
"Oh please, I thought this through." Mom dangled the keys from her finger, grinning. "Raven, you're riding up front with Colt."
I blinked. "Wait... what?"
"You heard me." She tossed him a look. "She'll sit on your lap."
"Hold on." Colt's brows shot up. "You want her on my lap? Why can't she sit on yours?"
"Because I'm driving."
"Says who? It's my family's beach house."
"And every time you drive, I think I'm gonna die. Remember last summer?"
"That was one time!"
"One time too many."
I rolled my eyes. Last summer. Empty highway. Colt grinning like an idiot while he floored it just to mess with her. Mom screamed so loud I thought the windows would crack.
"Fine." Colt sighed. "I'll sit up front with her. But don't make this weirder than it already is."
"Deal." Mom climbed into the driver's seat, humming to herself.
"Wait." I looked between them. "Don't I get a say? You didn't even ask me."
"Raven, sweetie, it's settled." Mom squeezed my shoulder. "Okay?"
Colt pulled open the passenger door and slid in. The seat looked tiny once he was in it—tall, broad, taking up way too much space.
He patted his thigh. "Come on, Rave."
My heart kicked in my chest.
This was insane.
But one look at Mom's face in the rearview told me arguing was pointless.
I stepped closer.
Colt's hands settled on my hips, guiding me down onto his lap. The second I sat, I felt everything—his chest against my back, his thighs solid beneath me, the faint smell of his cologne wrapping around me like smoke.
The door shut.
Mom started the engine, humming some old pop song. "See? Problem solved. Beach house, here we come!"
Chapter 2
Raven's POV
The car rolled away from the house, the sun shrinking in the rearview mirror.
Wearing a tank top and cutoffs in this heat should've been fine. But sitting on Colt's lap?
Awkward as hell.
I kept shifting around, trying not to brush against anything I shouldn't.
"Rave, sit still." Colt's voice was low, his breath warm against my neck. "Stop squirming."
"Sorry... but this is really uncomfortable."
"Funny. You never complained when you were little. Used to climb all over me back then."
Heat crawled up my face. "That was forever ago. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm an adult. My friends would die laughing if they saw me like this. I'm eighteen. I deserve to be treated like it."
Colt chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Doesn't matter how old you get. You'll always be my little one, Rave."
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against him so I was sitting properly. More heat flooded my cheeks.
His arms were solid around me. Tight. And despite how close our bodies were, I felt safe. The warmth of his body mixed with mine. I found myself relaxing into him.
Everything felt right.
I stayed like that for the next hour, half-listening to him and Mom go back and forth. They were always bickering. About everything. It made me wonder why he stuck around. She was always the one starting fights. She didn't deserve him.
Maybe he hadn't found anyone better yet.
Or maybe he just loved her too much to leave.
The more I thought about it, the heavier my eyelids got. Before long, I was drifting off, still wrapped in Colt's arms.
About an hour later, the car jerked to a stop, jolting me awake.
I blinked, eyes bleary. We were parked at some run-down gas station that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. Mom was outside pumping gas.
Just me and Colt in the car.
I was still on his lap. There was a blanket over me now. He must've covered me while I was out.
That made me smile.
My arms were still looped around his neck. I shifted closer, ready to drift off again—
Then I felt it.
Something hard pressing into my thigh.
I froze.
At first I thought it was his belt. Or maybe his phone.
But after a second, I realized what it actually was.
His cock. Hard. Pressing against me.
For a moment, I couldn't believe it. I was supposed to be his little one. How could he be thinking about me like that? I should've been the last person he'd ever want.
But the longer I sat there, the clearer it became. His hard cock was pressing right up against my ass, and adrenaline shot through me like lightning.
I wasn't sleepy anymore.
Just then, Mom climbed back in and started the engine.
She glanced back at me. "You okay, Deli?"
"I—uh—yeah. I'm fine, Mom."
"Good. We'll be there in a few hours. Just hang tight."
I nodded. "Okay."
She gave me a weird look.
I knew why. Normally I'd be whining by now. But with Colt's cock pressed between my legs, all I felt was heat. Pure, electric heat.
My nipples tightened. My toes curled. My body was on fire.
But I didn't let it show.
Mom turned back around, satisfied, and kept driving.
I let out a careful breath and glanced at Colt. His eyes were still closed. He looked completely out.
A thought slipped into my head.
If he's asleep... he won't know.
When he wakes up, I'll still be his little one.
So I shifted my hips. Angled them just right so my clit was pressed directly against his length.
I started moving. Slowly. Lightly. Grinding against him.
God, it felt good. The heat from his cock was intoxicating. I wondered what it would actually feel like to have him inside me.
Then the car hit a bump.
I bounced in his lap, and for a split second, his cock pressed hard against my already swollen clit.
My body ached for more.
I kept going. Grinding against him. Mom was focused on the road. The car was quiet except for the hum of the engine and the rush of wind outside.
I was so lost in it that I didn't notice his hands sliding up my thighs until my dress had ridden up.
A jolt of electricity shot through my entire body.
"Ah—" I let out a tiny, uncontrollable moan before I could stop myself.
Then Colt's deep voice rumbled right against my ear.
"Shh..."
Chapter 3
Raven's POV
My heart stopped.
Oh god. He's awake. Colt is awake!
The realization hit me like a slap. The whole time I'd been grinding against him, he'd been awake. This felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
What's he gonna do? Yell at me? Tell Mom I've been rubbing myself all over him?
Either way, I'm screwed.
But just as I opened my mouth to explain, his voice came low and soft against my ear.
"Don't stop, little one."
What?
"I'm enjoying this. Keep going."
For a second, I couldn't move. Shock and embarrassment burned through me. His voice was so gentle I thought I'd imagined it. But the authority underneath it told me this was real.
Part of me wanted to obey. But I was frozen.
"I'll help you, little one," he murmured against my ear.
Then his fingers slid up my thighs.
When I felt two of them circling my clit through my underwear, I let out a low gasp. Before I could stop myself, my hips started moving, rocking against his hand.
This felt like pure sin. But I couldn't stop. It was too good. Too satisfying.
He's your mom's boyfriend, Rave. You're getting off in her car while she's driving.
My mind was screaming at me. If Mom found out what he was doing to me right now, we'd both be dead.
But Colt's voice was too intoxicating. I couldn't resist.
The moment he slipped his hand under my underwear, I climbed even higher. My clit was swollen, dripping. His fingers moved with purpose, each stroke faster than the last, and I couldn't hold back anymore—a moan slipped out.
Colt was quick. He pressed the blanket over my mouth to muffle the sound.
"Not too loud now, sweetheart. We don't want Mommy finding out what a dirty little girl you are, do we?" he whispered.
He was right. I was dirty. I'd fantasized about him so many times. Wondered what he looked like under his clothes. What it would feel like to have him fuck me senseless.
Mom never deserved him. Not once. He was the only man I'd ever wanted like this.
The moment Colt's fingers hooked into my underwear and yanked them down without hesitation, I knew he felt the same way.
The second they were off, I felt two fingers slide deep inside me.
My body exploded.
Holy shit. His fingers felt incredible. So much better than my own. I wondered what his cock would feel like if his fingers already felt this good.
Colt used his free hand to roll down the window. The rush of air outside swallowed some of the sounds in the car.
Smart.
I didn't know if I could stay quiet much longer.
"How's this feel, little one?" he asked. "You comfortable sitting in my lap like this?"
"Y-yes!" I breathed, barely able to speak as his fingers kept moving, faster now.
"Never been more comfortable," I whispered.
"Well, that makes one of us," he whispered back, his lips brushing my earlobe.
For a second, my brain short-circuited. Another wave of pleasure hit me so hard I could barely think.
"What?" I managed to gasp.
"It's not fair that you're the only one comfortable, sweetheart."
"W-What do you mean?"
"Can't you tell how uncomfortable I am?" he said, thrusting his hips up.
When I felt his cock—thick, hard, massive—pressing into my ass, I almost jumped off his lap. He was so hard. So hot. So ready.
I should've been scared. But I wasn't.
When I opened my mouth, the words that came out shocked even me. "I think I know how to help," I whispered.
I could feel him smirking. "Yeah? What do you suggest, little one?"
"You could... take it out," I said, heat flooding my face. I'd never talked to Colt like this before. "I don't think it's a good idea to keep it in when it's like this."
"Oh really? And what does my little one know about that? You been experimenting?"
"No!" I said quickly. "I just... heard things. In class."
"What'd you hear?"
I was quiet for a second, too embarrassed to keep going. Especially knowing his cock had been the center of my thoughts for way too long.
"I heard it can hurt really bad if you don't... take care of it. That it can turn blue."
He chuckled softly, and I bit my lip, too flustered to say anything else.
"You're not wrong, sweetheart. I'm aching like hell down there. I need to take care of it before it gets worse."
His voice dropped lower, lips brushing my ear again. My skin flushed. Goosebumps spread across my body.
"You're gonna help me, Rave," he said.
