Colt: Demons of Destruction

by Jacqueline M. Sinclair

  “Hank said we’re probably going to be here a little longer than he thought. Labor Day has them slow coming back.”

  Maci listened to his explanation with a sinking feeling. He wasn’t any happier about it than she was. “Sorry.”

  He’d turned his head to her, but she refused to look at him. Maybe going to the Demons had been a mistake. Maybe she should have just taken off, and done the best she could, on her own.

  And live not knowing, waiting for him to show up? She wasn’t any happier about it than Colt was. Maybe even less so. He’d lost his father, yes, and she knew how tough that was, but he hadn’t been there. He hadn’t gotten beaten up. He hadn’t watched Pops get stabbed. Colt hadn’t woken up in the middle of a bloody nightmare, and he didn’t have to figure out how to live every day, with those memories lurking just below the surface.

  Wasn’t everybody’s mountain bigger, at least to them, than someone else’s? Hers was hell. Being there with him was hell. She wanted to run away and fall into his arms, all at the same time.

  “I’m going to go get a shower.”

  She waited until she heard the bathroom door close and then quickly made a sandwich. She’d tossed and turned most of the night, slept late, and hadn’t been hungry when she woke up. Now, she was starving.

  Wolfing it down, she made an impromptu decision to eat and go down to the water. She was going to get wet, anyway, and the sun was still bright. No storm clouds to be seen, not a hint of thunder.

  With her mind made up, she stuffed the last of the sandwich in her mouth, went out onto the porch and took off everything but her underclothes, so she’d have something dry to put on when she came back in.

  The float she’d used yesterday had blown over into the trees, and she risked the walk just inside the tree line to retrieve it. It was a little deflated, but it would hold her.

  Walking out just a little way, she got situated, digging one heel into the mud to keep from floating out too far. The rain was falling softly enough that it didn’t sting, and the sun kept her from getting cold. It was more relaxing than she’d thought it would be, but it stopped shortly after.

  Raising her head from the float’s pillow, she saw Colt’s outline on the screened porch, watching her, no doubt. Probably paranoid she’d drown or run off before he learned everything he needed to know. She frowned, turning in the water so she didn’t have to look toward the cabin.

  She stood it for as long as she could, but without the rain, it didn’t take long for the midday sun to overheat her. She slipped off the float, piled her hair on her head, and walked out far enough to squat a little and cool off, then headed back toward the house, taking the float with her. This time she left it at the bottom of the porch steps.

  Colt met her at the door with a towel. She hadn’t been about to go in the bathroom and get one with him in there. “Thanks,” she mumbled.

  “Want to go for a ride?”

  Maci’s head spun toward him, her heart beating a little faster. She’d loved the ride up, but it’d been dark for most of it, and she loved the thought of going for a ride during the day.

  “You don’t think it’s too wet?”

  Maci felt the effect of Colt’s boyish grin down to her core. He was too cute for his own good. And hers.

  “This is nothing. Wait until you’re on the interstate running eighty and hit a thunderstorm full-on.” Colt sat, reaching for his boots.

  “Let’s hope I never get a chance to find out.” Wrapping the towel around her, Maci started for the door. “I’ll rinse off and get dressed.”

  Twenty minutes later, they were pulling out onto the two-lane, with no particular place to go, and it felt good. Freeing. They rode, stopping once for fuel, and Colt stayed on the backroads, which was fine with her. The sights were probably better in the country than flashing by on the interstate.

  A couple of hours after they’d left the cabin, Colt pulled the bike into a small, rundown bar that advertised a grill. “I haven’t eaten,” he said, waiting for her to climb off.

  She looked around, pulled off her helmet, and wondered what kind of food, and trouble, they were going to find inside.

  Watching Maci come out of the water was like a scene from a rock video, and Colt watched, unashamed, as she made her way up to the porch, her trim body dripping water, her bra and panties pasted to her skin. They needed to do something about getting her a proper bathing suit, cover her up a little more. How long before she noticed his hard-on every time she went into the water?

  He had the towel from his shower handy, and he passed it to her as she came up on the porch. Christ, he wanted her, craved her. He also knew better than to get tied up with her.

  The ride was an excuse to get out of there. To put some distance between them and being alone together. He couldn’t have her in his bed, but what would it hurt to have her on his bike?

  With his hand at the small of her back, he led her inside, taking a seat at the bar. It was nicer than he’d thought, from the outside, with a large grill enclosed behind the bartender’s workspace, and a window cut out for orders.

  “Hungry?”

  Maci shrugged, looking around. “I could eat a little something.”

  The bartender walked up, rested one arm on the wide bar, and pointed to a chalkboard menu with the other. “What can I get you?”

  It wasn’t much to choose from, but Colt ordered a cheeseburger with onion rings, and turned to Maci. “You know what you want?”

  “Some cheese fries are fine.”

  “Anything to drink?” she asked.

  Colt added two beers to the order, and smiled as the waitress grinned and spun to the window. She got the beers and sat them on the bar, keeping her attention on Colt. “We’re going to be having karaoke in about an hour. You hanging around?”

  Maci was busy with some sort of trivia game, so Colt played along. “You going to sing me something?”

  The brunette laughed a little louder than the line called for. “I’ll hum you a few lines,” she winked.

  She was just his type, and later, when they pulled out of there, he’d never have to lay eyes on her again. Colt could just imagine the feel of a warm mouth wrapped around his cock, the feel of her hair brushing his thighs. His pants grew tighter as he thought about what it would feel like to see her lips wet with his cum. Only it wasn’t the bartender he envisioned, it was the off-limits blonde sitting beside him.

  “Your order will be up in a few minutes,” she said, giving his hand a soft pat. Colt tipped his beer to her as she walked away.

  “You want to stay a while?” Colt asked Maci.

  “Sure.”

  But she didn’t look at him. She cut her eyes to the bartender for a brief second, before going back to her game. He was at a loss. How the hell was he supposed to get along with her when he managed to piss her off at every turn?

  Giving up on conversation, Colt turned his attention back to the bartender, and watched as the small bar slowly filled up. Even after their food came, he watched, thinking. This was the perfect opportunity to get a point across to her.

  “I’m going to go shoot a few games of pool while you finish,” Maci said, balling her napkin up and leaving it on her plate.

  She slid off her stool and walked toward one of the empty pool tables at the other end of the bar. Colt turned back to his food. Despite having been hungry when they’d got there, he’d done nothing more than pick at it.

  “She yours?”

  Without raising his head, Colt lifted his eyes to the bartender. “No.”

  Her smile grew wider and she leaned across the bar, giving him a clean view down the front of her shirt. The DJ had started the music and announced the first song of the night.

  “I get a break in an hour.”

  Colt cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “Find me in an hour.”

  In the meantime, he swung his stool around to watch Maci. She absolutely sucked at pool, had no idea how to rack the balls, and was still running the same
table almost forty-five minutes later.

  An older man wearing a veteran’s baseball cap had approached her, and was trying to give her pointers, and Maci looked like she was having a good time. Her face was relaxed, she was laughing at herself and her string of errors, and the old man was patient, and seemed to be enjoying the game just as much.

  Colt was enjoying himself just watching, and had almost forgotten about the bartender. Until she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’ve got fifteen minutes.”

  Colt tensed. Maci had chosen that moment to swing around, finding him in her arms. Her mouth dropped, her pool cue suspended midair as she froze over the table. Colt felt her hurt from across the room.

  She’s not for you. He wasn’t convinced, but he forced himself to stand, following the stranger out the door. He didn’t have to look to know Maci saw them leave. She’s jealous. All the more reason to put a stop to this shit. Now.

  They’d barely turned the corner when Colt reached out, spinning her around, capturing the back of her neck in his hand and drawing her into him. The kiss was frantic, needy, his frustration and images of Maci pushing him harder.

  The woman’s hand cupped his crotch and squeezed before reaching for the button of his jeans and setting him free, wrapping her fingers around his cock. “Fuck or suck?” she breathed.

  “On your knees,” Colt groaned, already anticipating the release to come.

  She sank down in the grass, not wasting anytime taking him in her mouth. He planted his hands on the brick wall, thrusting his hips and working his cock in and out of her mouth, his body eager, but the need was fading. Shit. She was not who he wanted.

  Almost without thought, Colt took himself in his hand. She moved to licking his balls, her hand dipping between his legs and rubbing his ass. He let the images of Maci at the lake fill his mind, the sassy attitude, every fucking thing about her turned him on, and it wasn’t long before the urge to cum was heavy in his groin.

  He let the feeling grow, swiveling his hips at the last possible second, so that the stream of cum missed the bartender and arched to the ground.

  “Are you serious?”

  Colt didn’t even bother looking down at her. He zipped his junk up in his pants and turned back toward the front of the bar. “Maybe next time.”

  She would have thought he’d be in a better mood when he came back in. Instead, he barely came in the door far enough to wave her over.

  “Let’s go,” he snapped as she approached.

  He didn’t wait for an answer, just turned and held the door open, knowing Maci had no choice but to follow. She was just about to step through when the bartender appeared, running her fingers across Colt’s belly as she breezed by him, like Maci wasn’t even there.

  “See ya next time.”

  The woman smiled wide at Colt, but her features transformed as she left his line of sight. She smirked, passing Maci with a cocky grin.

  Colt muttered under his breath, pushed off the door and walked toward his bike. Maci followed, wishing for the world that this was over. Colt was grown. He could do what he wanted to do, and with who he wanted to do it with.

  She just wished it didn’t make her feel so unattractive, and unwanted. She climbed on behind him and looped her thumbs loosely into his belt loops, disgusted by the thought of holding on to his hips, as she had done before.

  Not satisfied, Colt grasped her wrists and wrapped her arms around him, locking them against his taut stomach before starting the bike and driving off. As they hit the open road, she inched her hands back to his waist, winning a small victory when Colt didn’t stop her.

  It took less than an hour to get back to the cabin, their ride out, as long as it had been, had apparently been just local, interconnecting roads. Maci was grateful. More than anything, she wanted to get off that bike, and get her hands off Colt, and whatever he’d gotten on him.

  She waited on the small porch, backing up to the rail to give him enough room to let them in. Without a word, he went straight to the shower. Maci changed, got ready for bed, and had climbed beneath the covers by the time Colt came out.

  He walked through the cabin, turning off all the lights, and disappeared onto the porch without saying a word. It was fine with her. Getting her feelings hurt by Colt was her own fault. She’d let him get to her. Maybe it was just the cramped quarters, or because he hadn’t been overtly friendly. Still. There were moments she could feel him watching her. There were small moments of kindness that came naturally through the day. Like everything else in her life, she was left feeling confused and alone.

  She’d thought Colt was just as attracted to her, but her judgment was skewed, like normal. She needed escape. She was by no means drunk, but the couple of beers she’d had were working on her. She closed her eyes and welcomed the sleep.

  *****

  Maci woke to the sound of someone moving in the cabin, stretched beneath the covers, and sat up on the side of the bed as Colt came out of the bathroom.

  “Morning,” he grumbled, passing straight through and back outside.

  Her goal for the day? To put some distance between them. She stood, pulling the covers up over the bed and glanced out the window. It was a much nicer day than yesterday had been, but the only real place she had to go was down to the water.

  In the bathroom, she did her morning routine, brushed her hair and teeth, and collected her stained, white underclothes from the shower. They were more modest than most bathing suits, and already ruined, so she slipped them on, deciding to spend the morning sunbathing before it got too hot.

  Searching the bathroom, she found a stash of sunscreen and tanning oil, plucked the one in a spray bottle from the shelf, grabbed a towel for the chair and went outside.

  “I’m going to lie out for a while.” Maci hoped her explanation was enough to imply that while she was going, it wasn’t an invitation to join her.

  “You’re going to cook down there,” Colt warned.

  Maci shook the bottle of oil with sunscreen in it out to him as she passed by. “I have this.”

  Colt caught her hand. “You can’t reach your back.”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  He didn’t release her. “Don’t be a pain. You’re going to get burned, and be miserable, and then what are you going to do?”

  “Be a pain in your ass?” she spat.

  She heard a light laugh just before she was pulled down on Colt’s knees. “Exactly. And then we’ll both be miserable.”

  Maci stayed, mainly because she knew he was right. Most of their time at the water had been late in the day, or too brief to do much to her pale skin. Realizing there was a difference between a healthy dose of Vitamin D, and future skin cancer, she conceded.

  She waited. Nothing. Finally, Colt said, “Are you going to move your hair?”

  That’s where he went wrong. It was necessary, but he felt the effect as soon as she had both hands tangled in her blonde mane, and his eyes swept over the natural arch of her back, the way it curved her tight little ass toward him while pushing her tits high.

  The view was fucking perfect, and he wasn’t in a hurry to have Maci get up. She tensed, shivering as the first mist of spray coated her back. Her breath hitched and a wave of goose pimples rose on her flesh. He was disappointed that the next spray, or those after, didn’t recreate the same response.

  “That’s probably enough.”

  Colt disagreed and gave one final misting of spray before he tossed the bottle aside.

  Starting at her shoulders, he worked slowly, watching as the oil tracked down her back, some of it pooling and following the waist of her underwear to the small dip of skin between her ass cheeks.

  He massaged the oil into her skin, using his thumbs to create firm pressure under her shoulder blades, down her ribs, flattening his palms against the curve of her waist and down her hips. A deep hum of satisfaction drifted from Maci as Colt worked his way back up.

  If she were any other girl, she�
��d be right where he wanted her. Wanting her was an understatement. Already he was hard in his boxers and he knew it wouldn’t take much to take it further. He couldn’t do that to her.

  Even with that in mind, his fingers made another pass, this time lingering at her bra long enough to slide his fingers together and free the hooks.

  Maci, still holding her hair up, faltered, her elbows dropping.

  “Wait.” He wasn’t sure what he wanted her to wait for, but he wasn’t ready to give up this hands-on, unobstructed view of her.

  Running his thumbs along each side of her spine, Colt spread his fingers over each of her hips, once again following the curve of her waist, his fingers stopping and squeezing the flesh just below the start of her breasts.

  He watched, fascinated, as Maci’s body responded, her shoulders rising and falling as each breath came quicker.

  Slowly, he tucked his index fingers under the cup of her bra, the rest of his fingers following, barely touching her skin as he floated them over her nipples.

  She trembled under his touch. “Colt.”

  The raspy sound of his name only drove him to want more. The tiny sound crushed whatever boundaries he’d imagined, and he wanted nothing more than to hear it again.

  His hands cupped the front of her shoulders and pulled her back against him. He tugged the straps free of her shoulders and dropped her bra to the floor. “I’m not done.”

  Retrieving the bottle, he oversaturated her stomach, her chest, and her thighs with the oil, taking his same sweet time rubbing it in. Colt loved her tits, and he loved the soft moan he created when he rolled them between his fingers, and the sharp breath she’d take when he’d pinch them just a little too hard.

  He was hooked. Addicted. Everything about Maci pleasured him. She stirred up long forgotten instincts in him. Why couldn’t he have her? At least for the moment. “Stand up.”