Colt: Demons of Destruction

by Jacqueline M. Sinclair

  Colt gripped her hips and helped a disgruntled Maci to her feet. He planted his hands on each side of her ass and followed the outline of her panties with his thumbs, before stroking one across the wet crotch. “Fuck, Maci,” he growled, tugging them down to her knees.

  His fingers trailed back up her thighs, purposely spreading her cheeks as they followed up the curve of her ass. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her right then.

  Instead, he pulled his hands away long enough to tug down his boxers, then pulled Maci back onto his lap, his huge hands at the juncture of her thighs, sliding her snug against him.

  “Is that what you want?” He flexed his hips, making sure she felt his cock slipping tightly between her cheeks.

  He didn’t stop, even after her breathless, “Yes,” Colt continued, loving the feel of working his cock between their slick bodies. It was too late for a condom. The oil would destroy it, but he was determined to make the best of this moment.

  “I’m going to make you come, then I’m going to lick your pussy until you come again.”

  Maci turned her head away, giving him a view of her profile, but the soft moan she offered was all the go-ahead he needed. He dipped his fingers between her legs, giving in to his own low moan as he skimmed his fingertips over her unshaven, but neatly trimmed pubic hair, already saturated with her juices.

  He ran his fingers over her, barely touching her, teasing her, torturing himself. Maci’s nails dug into the skin of his thighs as he traced up with one finger, rubbing her swollen clit with a light touch. Her back arched, but her shoulders couldn’t brace against his slippery skin, and she groaned in frustration as the momentary pressure was lost.

  “You want to come, already?”

  “Yes,” she panted, arching her back, again, this time using her hands, and his thighs, as leverage to help keep her position.

  Colt retaliated by changing tactics, planting both his hands on her hips, and shoving her down on his cock as he fought the urge to slip inside her.

  Being with her felt so fucking good, he wouldn’t need to be inside her to come. The sensations the thought created in his groin had him on the verge, and he’d never experienced anything like it.

  Keeping one hand on her hip, he wrapped the other around her waist, wetting his fingers again, and resumed his assault on her clit.

  It seemed like only seconds later, she was coming undone in his arms. Her body tensed, and her ass pushed against him. Colt tried to slow it down, but everything about the situation just carried him along for the ride: the heat of the morning, Maci’s slick skin sliding against his, the sight of her writhing in his arms.

  He held his breath, not wanting to miss a single sigh from her. It was pointless. Maci was verbal, her guttural groans of desire amplified by the wooden porch surrounding them. By the time her release was on her, Colt gave up trying to hold back, and let her take him with her.

  Her thighs clamped tight around his hand, her nails scratched up his hips and dug into his flesh, her body locked tight in his arms as he flexed his hips one last time, his cum mixing with the oil and sweat that accumulated between them.

  “Oh, Colt,” Maci panted, trembling.

  He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her cheek, and hummed an agreeable “Mhm,” in her ear.

  He sat there holding her, catching his breath. Her eyes were closed, her body now relaxed and curled up in his lap. He wanted more, but Maci sighed, content, and snuggled a little tighter into him.

  Stretching for the towel, Colt fanned it over her and let her fall sleep.

  “For fucks sake, stop wiggling.”

  Maci opened her eyes, squinting against the bright reflection of the sun coming off the water. Colt’s arms were around her waist, his fingers locked over her belly, but she was covered with a towel, and had a vague memory of Colt covering her up.

  She was lying on her back, using his wide body for a bed, and there was the unmistakable feel of his erection pressing into her back.

  Memories of what they’d done earlier flooded her, and she felt her body grow hot. It’d been amazing, and she wasn’t opposed to doing it again. Apparently, neither was Colt. Maci felt a surge of need pulse through her. She could feel her nipples rubbing against the towel and hoped it was thick enough to keep them from being obvious. “Oh,” she breathed, moving to get up.

  Colt’s grip tightened, refusing to let her go. He tucked his face in her blonde hair, his breath fanning it in light wisps with each exhale. “I don’t want to hurt you, Maci,” he whispered.

  She felt like he was apologizing for earlier, and the gesture had her embarrassed that she’d been so quick to give in to him. “Then don’t.”

  They barely knew each other, but Maci couldn’t deny there was something between them. Colt felt it, too. It was too strong for him not to, and it wasn’t just this sexual energy between them, as tense as it was. He left her words hanging between them, unanswered.

  She turned in his arms. She felt bonded to him, but if this moment, this week, was all they were meant to have, she’d take it. “I know these few days are all we’re going to have. I’m OK with that.”

  Colt’s hands skirted her skin, squeezing the curve of her waist, drawing her up to him. The first sweep of his lips against hers was hesitant, electric, and passed way too quick. She whimpered, feeling the loss of his lips as soon as he pulled away.

  “This isn’t going to turn into some warped fairy tale, Maci,” he warned, tugging her chin up and forcing her to look at him.

  He didn’t want to hurt her. She could see that. Would he feel the same way when the truth came out?

  She snuggled into his chest, no longer able to look him in the eye. “Neither of us knows what’s going to happen.”

  There was no hope in her words, no way for Colt to read into her statement that she had any expectations of him, or fantasies of a “them.”

  She felt the rise of her body as his chest expanded, taking in a deep breath. His arms went around her, again, hugging her to him, but he said nothing until her stomach began to growl with hunger.

  “Let’s get cleaned up and get you some food.”

  Not giving her a choice, he pushed away from the couch, helping her stand. She took the towel with her, wrapping it around her body as she followed him to the bathroom. Colt hadn’t bothered to cover up, or get his discarded boxers from the porch.

  Proud, he marched through the cabin to the bathroom, turning on the shower. “The oil is going to make the tub slippery. Be careful.”

  Without looking at him, she stepped in, bracing her hand on the closest wall for support. She was slightly surprised when Colt stepped in behind her, bringing a clean washcloth with him.

  He wet it, lathered it up with soap, and starting with her arms, began washing her. Neither of them spoke as he methodically cleaned her. It was neither overtly sensual nor stressful. Just tender and gentle. “You want to wash your hair?” he asked, rinsing the washcloth and starting on his chest.

  Maci was tempted to reciprocate, but the emotional solitude had allowed visions of the bartender back into her mind, and she was wrestling with the endless possibilities of what had happened between the two of them. Worse, he’d walked away from the woman, and the bar, with a look of almost disgust.

  Is that how he was going to feel about her? Revolted by the thought of a woman who’d enjoy the company of a man for the simple pleasure of it? It seemed despicable for someone who’d enjoyed the same situation with a woman.

  “No, I need food. I’m going to go ahead and get out.”

  Colt nodded, but she could feel him studying her as he washed. She pulled the curtain back just enough to step out onto the fluffy rug, and pulled it back in place, grateful for the barrier. She needed some physical distance between them right now.

  Barely taking the time to dry off, she covered herself with the towel, went into the cabin, and slipped into Colt’s shirt. If they stayed much longer, they’d need to find somewhere t
o do laundry. She’d ruined half the underclothes she’d brought in the lake water. She wished she’d taken the time to pack more. These were the mundane thoughts that kept her mind occupied as she made ham and cheese sandwiches for her and Colt.

  By the time he came out, a towel draped around his hips, she’d eaten half of hers. He didn’t dress before he sat down at the table, pulling the paper towel holding his sandwiches a little closer.

  “How much longer do you think we’ll be here?”

  He shrugged with his mouth full. When he swallowed, he added, “I’m not exactly sure what kind of confirmation Hank’s waiting for.”

  Maybe you’ll have time to go back.

  “Go back where?” Colt asked.

  Maci felt the blood drain from her face. She hadn’t said that out loud. Had she? Jesus. “Home,” she said, offhandedly, trying to cover up that the bar, and the bartender, was still on her mind.

  Colt crammed the last of his first sandwich in his mouth, watching her a minute before he got up and grabbed two Dr. Peppers from the refrigerator. He sat one in front of her, popping the tab on his as he sat down. “Why would I need time to go home?”

  He was resting his forearms on the table, his observant green eyes watching her, waiting. He wasn’t going to let her off the hook on this, and not a single explanation came to mind.

  “I don’t know,” she spat, flippantly, embarrassed and at a loss.

  She jumped up, crumbling her paper towel and tossing it in the trash, wondering where she could escape to. Why did this cabin have to be so freaking small?

  “You’re not a very good liar, Maci.”

  She ignored him, wiping the counter clean of crumbs and putting the food away.

  “I think you were talking about the bar.”

  His voice was steady, but the accusation held an unmistakable trace of irritation.

  “You’re free to go wherever you want, right? I’m going down to the water.”

  “Oh no.” Colt stood, moving to block her path to the porch. “You’re not running away from this one.”

  Maci crossed her arms over her chest, a flash of anger animating her features before she blinked it away. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means that you find a way to systematically remove yourself from every situation you find uncomfortable. Stop pouting about it and speak your mind.”

  Her mouth dropped, her cheeks flushed red. “Don’t tell me they gave you some generic psychology degree while you were out chasing a football.”

  “You lashing out now, too?” he argued, his eyebrows arching with the retort. “And I was studying sociology, thank you.”

  She threw her hands up with a frustrated laugh. “Great. You need to learn why you’re the way you are. I hope you’re going back because you certainly haven’t grasped it, yet.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Your brothers think it’s OK to just take a girl somewhere, and hook up with another one, while she’s just sitting there?”

  Finally, the truth. She was jealous. “You left me sitting there. You went to play pool, remember?”

  “Did I need to sit there and watch while the two of you hashed out your rendezvous behind the building? That’s what you all do, isn’t it? Is that how you’ve been socialized to treat women?”

  “I told you I didn’t want to hurt you, Maci. You said you’d be OK with this.” Spreading his arms, Colt indicated the cabin, and their time there, but he was angry, angry with himself for hurting her. He’d hoped the bartender would be what pushed her away, kept things from getting to this point.

  It didn’t. He’d seen it on her face when he’d walked out the door, and he’d done it anyway. “I’m sorry,” he said, lowering his voice. “Maci, I’m not in a position to offer you, or anyone else, more than here and now. I should have never let this morning happen.”

  “I’m a big girl,” Maci smirked, but she wiped a stray tear from her cheek, and Colt felt his stomach knot with regret. He hated he’d done that to her, especially following it up with their escapades this morning. Damn, she’d felt so good in his hands. The only regret he had about that was the fact that she fell asleep before he could make good on his promise to make her come again, never getting to taste her.

  Colt leaned against the counter, the thoughts stirring his dick to life. He sighed, replaying what’d happened outside the bar. “It’s not what you think,” he explained.

  Maci waved her hand. “I don’t want to hear it. I may not be experienced, but I know enough that I can put two and two together.”

  She stomped off, brushing past Colt, but he reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “No, you brought this up, you deal with the explanation. I went out there with every intention of having her suck me off.”

  Colt watched as her chest and face flushed, though he wasn’t sure if it was anger, or shock, that colored her skin. She cast her eyes to the floor and he let her have the measure of escape.

  He felt his own skin burn as the admission poured from him. “I ended up jacking my dick and pissing her off.”

  Maci snatched from his grip. “I’m sorry she wasn’t what you thought. How disappointing for you.”

  Colt ignored her sarcasm. “It didn’t work because it wasn’t you,” he snapped back, regretting the words as soon as they were out. Shit. The last thing he needed to do was to give her hope.

  The implication went over her head. Her lips twisted into a fake smile that reeked of disgust. “Well we’re stuck here, so maybe there’s a do-over in your future.”

  Colt didn’t care if he never saw that bitch at the bar again. His treatment of her had been entirely need based and she just wasn’t getting the job done. He hadn’t promised her rainbows and an orgasm, but it’d been a shitty thing to do, and he would be fine if he never had to face her, again.

  Maci, on the other hand, he couldn’t avoid, and he was pissed that he’d put the truth out there like he was at some goddamn round table support group, and she’d all but slapped him in the face.

  He reached out, gripping Maci’s hips, spinning her so she was pinned against the counter by his body. He captured her face in his palms, tilting her up to his. Still half hard, his cock was already feeling the effect of his new addiction.

  “I don’t want that fucking bitch.” Colt released one hand and tugged at the towel, letting it fall. “This is me, around you, and it happens every goddamn time, whether I want it to or not,” he gritted, stepping away to give Maci a solid view of his erection.

  “She was on her knees in front of me and I wanted it to be you. She wrapped her lips around my dick and I couldn’t even fucking pretend it was you.”

  His heart was beating so hard in his chest, Colt thought she might see it, but she averted her eyes, refusing to look at him. Christ, what the fuck am I doing? The last thing he needed to do was convince her there was more to them than there was.

  Leaning down, he snatched the towel from the floor. Maci chose that moment to escape, slipping away and disappearing out the back. Colt let her go, glancing around the cabin, wondering what the hell had come over him. The girl was driving him crazy. Being here was draining his sanity and there was no fucking escape.

  Not even bothering to dress, he collapsed on the bed and tried to figure out how to fix it.

  She couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Colt’s outburst had her head spinning. It hadn’t scared her, but it sure had her thinking.

  The thought of him being with that bartender, in any fashion, made her angry. The fact that Colt admitted he hadn’t been able to let her finish him off wasn’t lost on her. She just didn’t know how to react to it, so she’d shut down.

  Sitting on the steps, she pulled his oversized shirt over her knees, and tried to think where it’d all gone wrong. Without a doubt, it was the night she’d stopped at the store to pee. The night her life had practically ended and this nightmare began.

  The temptation to march inside and confess it all to Colt was running hi
gh. She needed to get it off her mind, and off her chest. She felt like she was hiding something from him, and she was, but it was likely to add fuel to their already smoldering emotions.

  Besides, Hank had told her to keep her mouth shut. Whatever he wanted Colt to know would come from him, and she had no doubt the man would hold to his promise and leave her for the Rebels. Where would she be then? The cops were no longer an option. Not at all. She’d fled the scene of a murder. Withheld information from the police. There was probably a laundry list of other stuff she’d done that she hadn’t even thought about.

  Not only that, she’d purposely turned that information over to the very people that would use it for retaliation. She’d known the Demons would go after him. They obviously hadn’t told her that’s what they’d do, but hadn’t that been what she’d wanted? She’d set another murder in motion. She’d orchestrated the entire thing.

  How did her quiet, mundane life get to this point? All she’d wanted was to go to school, become a teacher, and do something with her future. Now she was running from one motorcycle club, indebted to another, and had some serious doubts that her life would ever be normal, again.

  She thought of her mother. The woman had never been the picture of health, physically, but emotionally she’d wilted and died after losing Maci’s father. She loved her, but she didn’t want to be her, giving in and giving up on life.

  Tears stung her eyes. She didn’t bother wiping them away. More came, and with them, the realization that what she needed to do was to make peace with Colt.

  Their tiff was irrelevant to the whole situation. She liked him. A lot. It wasn’t his fault she’d developed a crush on him. If he took her back to Hank, she’d be in trouble. She’d told him everything she knew. She had nothing else that would guarantee her safety.

  Like it or not, she needed them, and Colt. Wiping her face, she took a few deep breaths. Being stranded out here had gotten to them both. It was ironic that their one adventure out created so much tension. Who knew how much longer they’d be there? She needed to set things right.