by Hite, Nicole
“You can’t get away from me that easily, Mason.”
As the laughter started to trail away, Colt turned me around to face him. Looking down at me, Colt swept a piece of hair away from my eyes. Pulling me close to him, he rested his hand at the small of my back, while cupping my face with the other.
“Carrington Mason, these lips,” he said brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. “These lips are to die for.”
He was teasing me, and I didn’t even care. I was completely hypnotized by his eyes, his lips, his closeness - everything.
“Carr,” he started.
“Yes,” barely stumbled out.
Dipping his face close to mine, he provoked me by veering to my exposed neck. Skimming his lips along my neck, he stopped just close enough to my ear to whisper, “You smell incredible. I just want to eat every, inch, of your body.” This man. This man just shattered me from any other man in the future.
He closed the final gap between the two of us, so that I could feel his arousal. If I wasn’t convinced before, I definitely knew now; he was into me. Placing soft kisses just behind my ear, my knees began to feel weak.
Resting both hands on either side of my face, he pulled away looking deep into my eyes as if he was trying to memorize every inch, line, and freckle.
“You have the most amazing eyes I’ve ever seen. I feel they can see into my soul.” As if in slow motion, he leaned in and hovered over my lips, not allowing me the release of his kiss. Closing my eyes, I leaned in, feeling his sweet breath tantalize my senses.
“Do you want me to kiss you right now?”
Terrified to respond, I scarcely choked out, “Yes. Yes, please.”
“How badly do you want it?” he said allowing his lips scarcely touching mine.
Feeling dizzy from the rush, “More than you know.”
Taking a deep breath, Colt, literally, stole my breath when he crashed his lips to mine. His lips were heavenly, soft, supple and sweet to taste. He stroked my cheek as if to say, “Trust me.” Placing my hands on his hips, I pulled him into me, deepening our kiss. I wanted to consume every inch, touch, and taste of this man.
Sliding his tongue across my wanting lips, I parted them to give him greater access. He didn’t force his tongue into my mouth but massaged it with mine. Lightly caressing his tongue, I lost myself in the moment. Affectionately, I kissed him as he responded with a deeper kiss. Not realizing it, I was moaning in pleasure from the warmth of his touch. He knew how to read my body, and how to interpret my sounds perfectly.
Trying to catch our breaths, Colt slowly pulled away, not before sucking on my bottom lip. Placing a sweet peck on my lips, I smiled into his mouth, not wanting to open my eyes. I didn’t want this moment to end. Feeling on cloud nine, I slowly felt my toes hitting the ground as I was coming down from my high.
“Carr.”
“Uh, huh,” I could barely get out, standing in front of Colt with my eyes still closed.
“You can open your eyes now, darlin’.”
“I don’t want to,” I squeaked out.
“And why is that?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Because, as cheesy as this may sound, if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”
“Carr,” he insisted.
“Yep,” I said like a child.
“Open your eyes,” he said lifting my chin.
Before opening my eyes, I made a clicking sound with my mouth. Opening my eyes slowly, Colt was right there, staring back at me. God, he was so beautiful.
“Hi,” he said.
As simple as those two letters were, at that moment, they were perfect.
“Hi,” I responded.
“What was the clicking sound all about?”
“You’re going to laugh at me.”
“I promise I won’t laugh,” he said sincerely.
“When I have an amazing moment I want to remember, I take a mental snapshot and store it away. It’s like my very own photo album, only in my brain.”
Laughing out loud, “I’m sorry. It’s just; that was so adorable. Perhaps we need to get you a bigger photo album then?
“If you insist.”
“You are one in a million, Carrington. Do you know that?”
“What can I say, I have a gift,” I said with a giggle as he pulled me in for a hug.
Cleaning up the picnic, I caught glances of Colt staring at me. I smiled back, knowing this could be something real. I fell for that little kid years ago, but this man in front of me, was something entirely different altogether. I clutched Colt’s hand as we walked to the truck. Playfully, we bumped hips back and forth like teenagers. I won’t lie; I disliked high school, but coming back after all this time, I had a different perspective. I owe that to Colt. Maybe that’s why Colt brought me here; to rid my negative thoughts, and replace them with happy ones. Whatever his motives, it worked.
Reaching the truck, Colt spun me around and pinned me up against the door. Kissing me deeply and desperately as if it were our last, I reciprocated his affection. Catching light out of the corner of my eye, a pair of headlights slowed down and then quickly sped up.
“What was that all about,” I asked.
“Probably Greg making sure I locked up, and then seeing us, he fled,” he said sympathetically.
“I’ll make sure to say something to him tomorrow.”
“Oh, you don’t need to do that. He’s probably just embarrassed he saw us in the first place. Hopefully, he didn’t do a drive-by while we were on the field,” I said placing my palms on his chest. Leaning in for a kiss.
“Well, ma’am, I better get you home before your Daddy calls out a search party. I don’t want a bounty on my head,” he said with a concerned look on his face.
“Although I would protest, I think you’re partly correct.”
Lifting me up in the cab, he was a gentleman and shut the door behind me.
“Would you like to go out tomorrow?” I asked, waiting for his response, even surprising myself.
“I could get behind that,” he responded with a wink.
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Pulling up to my house Colt started to get nervous. Oh no, is he giving me the brush off? I hope not because I just had one of the best nights of my life. Even if I just had this one night, I would be happy till the day I died. Maybe he just feels awkward, or doesn’t know what to say just like I don’t know what to say right now. Say something, Carr.
“Would you still like to go out tomorrow, because if you’re busy I completely understand,” I asked nervously.
“Carrington, wait, what’s your middle name?” he asked with a grin.
“Grace,” I laugh.
“What’s your middle name?” I rebutted.
“Tyler” he volunteered.
“I like that. Colton Tyler Wilson. Has a nice ring to it,” just trying to make small talk. At least that lightened the mood.
Turning toward me in the cab, Colt took my hands into his.
“Carrington Grace Mason, I would replay this one night over and over if I could, but I don’t want to…” dejected I dipped my head.
Colton reached over and lifted my chin.
“…I don’t want to live the same day over and over with you, I want to make new memories every day. I couldn’t imagine not going out with you again. I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and I have you to thank for that,” he said stopping me in my tracks.
“Really?” I asked with a half grin.
“Really darlin’. But, you do know you are in charge of the second date right?”
Laughing, the mood of the night shifted gears. This man was changing me but in the best way.
“Hmmmm, let me think,” rubbing my hands together.
“I’ll have to sleep on it. Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”
“Sleep on it, huh? Is this the not so innocent Carr coming out again? And, yes, I do have to work tomorrow, but I can dip out early if you have something in mind.”
Climbing out of
the cab, Colt walked around to help me out of the truck. Fiddling with my fingers, I’m sure he could see the wheels churning in my head. Leaning back against the door, “I have a few ideas I wanna toss around,” I said in deep thought.
“Toss around? Sounds like fun,” he said laughing while grabbing my hips and pulling me into him.
“You are too much, Colton Tyler Wilson. How ‘bout I text you tomorrow, and I’ll have something picked out?”
“Sounds like a date. A second date, but a date,” he chuckled.
“Until tomorrow, Sherlock,” I said with a kiss on the cheek.
“Until tomorrow, Watson,” he said twisting his face for a real kiss.
Chapter 11
I was floating on air by the time Colt dropped me off. Walking up the stairs to the front door, I stopped, turned, and with my hand on the doorframe, looked back at him.
“Just making sure you get in ok,” he said leaning against the truck, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I think you just like looking at my ass, Sherlock,” I said sarcastically.
“You’re probably right about that. You do have a sweet ass though.”
“You imply you’ve been staring at it for a while.”
“Only the entire night; that’s all.”
“That’s ok. I’ve been looking at yours myself, among other things,” I said with a smile.
“Is that so, Watson? And what are these, “other things?” he said making air quotes with his hands, walking toward me.
Climbing the steps, he was inches from my body. I could feel the energy circulating between the two of us, and it felt natural to be in such proximity. His demeanor always seemed to change when we were together. He brought out the sexual vixen in me, and I loved it. I had so much confidence when he was near.
Not wanting him to leave just yet, I stepped closer to him as my heart was beating out of my chest.
“Come closer; I need to tell your lips a secret,” I said motioning him with my finger.
“I love secrets especially ones that come from your lips.”
“Well, I have a very good secret.”
Stepping forward, he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist pulling me close. I inhaled his masculine scent as he pressed his body into mine. He was warm and comforting, snuggled up against me.
Leaning down to my face, “So, what’s this very good secret?”
Raising my arms, I placed both of my petite hands on either side of his face. Pulling him towards my lips, I dove in headfirst. I kissed Colt, how I always wanted, full of passion and desire.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for years,” I confessed brushing my lips slowly across his.
“Years?” he questioned.
Feeling a little embarrassed that I admitted my want; I bit my lower lip, pulling away a little.
Immediately pulling me back, “Don’t ever pull away from me when you think you’ve embarrassed yourself. Your honesty and confidence is one of your sexiest qualities. Plus, you’re not the only one whose been waiting years.”
Shocked at his omission, I wasn’t sure what to do or say.
“Colt, I...”
Breaking the awkward tension, Colt leaned down taking my lips hostage. Melting into his lips, I could stay attached for the rest of my life; he was that sinful.
Whispering against his lips, “I should go inside now.”
Whispering back, “As much as I don’t want you to, I know I need to let you go.”
“Goodnight,” I said slipping into the house.
“Sweet dreams.”
Shutting the door, I slid down on the other side, listening to his boots crunch on the gravel as he walked back to his side of the cab. Running up the stairs, I darted into my bedroom like a teenager, looking out the window. Looking up to my bedroom window, I barely made out the wink as he ducked into the cab. Swoon! Turning out of the circle driveway, he waved out the window knowing I was still watching.
Like a little kid, I did a happy dance and fell onto the bed. Putting the pillow over my mouth, I screamed my excitement into it. This night had been incredible. It over exceeded my expectations, and then some. Colt was such a gentleman when it counted, but was definitely a bad boy. If this was just a snapshot of what’s to come, I’m in T.R.O.U.B.L.E.
I could not stop thinking of Colt’s hands resting on my hips, touching my face, and savoring each kiss. His lips were so delicate, as if he was treating me like it was my first kiss. Touching my lips, it felt good to be wanted. It felt good to be wanted by him. What the hell am I going to plan for us tomorrow? I haven’t been on a legit date in so long; I don’t know what people my age even do on dates besides go to bars and get laid. I don’t want that kind of relationship with Colt. I doubt he would want that sort of relationship either, but then again, you never know.
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I began to replay Colt and his aggressive and possessive behavior when we kissed. Thinking back on the night, I couldn't help but get worked up. What if we weren’t in public? Would he have stopped or thrown caution to the wind? Would I have stopped him? I couldn't think of any other answer but no. I wanted his lips all over me; his hands touching every inch of my body.
Before I knew it, my hand had slipped below my panties and started rubbing my sweet spot. What has gotten into you, Carr? Just thinking of Colt undressing me with his teeth had me stroking faster. I pictured Colt’s hand doing the massaging, which turned me on even more. Arching my back and throwing the covers off, I let the moment take over me. Just knowing Colt was only minutes away had me buzzing and yearning for his touch.
I began to imagine what Colt would do to my body, and the way he smelled pressed against my lips tonight. He smelled just like high school - Irish Spring and Tommy Hilfiger. Feeling his hands touching, groping, I finally found my release. The release was so sweet and shook me to my core. I sat there for a minute just grinning and giggling like a lovesick puppy. Coming down from the orgasm, I pulled the covers up and over my body.
Lying there in bed, I smiled at how things had changed since high school. I had spent countless nights “thinking” of Colt. He had a hold of my inner vixen and she was screaming to be cut loose. Here’s to a productive second, Carr.
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The next morning I sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee and watching Daddy chug along on the tractor. God love that man. He was one hundred percent dedicated to providing for our family, regardless of what was going on behind the curtains. Every year I always felt bad he had to miss the towns Tomato Festival because he had to work. It seems nothing has changed since I left. The Tomato Festival was my favorite time of the year in Avery.
Every July Avery has its Annual Tomato Festival. It’s one time of year where all eyes focused on our small town. The town prepares all year for the festival. During the week of the Tomato Festival, teachers would educate the kids on tomatoes, how to protect the environment, how to grow them and even had a tomato costume contest. The week would end with a giant tomato fight following the end of the parade in the middle of the town square. For one day, the kids and adults put down their issues and came together. It was also the only time of year where, it was ok to throw food at people without any repercussions.
In elementary school, I remembered I was so proud that I was the only one in the entire class that had red hair to match my tomato costume perfectly. I was so delighted of my costume mama made; it was the best yet. That was the last year mama made my costumes; she passed away the following year. My hair had pigtails on either side of my ears, and I had the cutest, little stalk hat. I will always remember the feeling of winning best costume that year. Those were the good years; before the bullying started from Paisley.
Later that week, as the town prepared for the parade and tomato fight, I was practicing throwing tomatoes at her barn. Still in my costume, I felt determined to get the perfect throw. I would wind my arm back and launch that tomato square on the bull’s eye every time.
As kids, on
the day of the parade and tomato fight, we would line up on the town streets, sit on the curbs, and waved at all the amazing floats. We would cheer for the clowns and the Shriner mini cars while inhaling warm kettle corn. Chuck and Wyatt always looked like they were enjoying the Tomato Festival Queen a little too much. Bringing up the tail end of the parade, the Queen would wave her arm like Miss America. Following the last float we would all corral in the center of town where the parade would make its resting place.