by Hite, Nicole
“Ballsy? Did I miss something?” he questioned.
“She was all but eye fucking you,” I said with a laugh.
“I didn’t notice. I had my eye on someone else,” he said reaching for my hands.
Placing my hands on his, “You always know the right things to say, don’t you?” I questioned.
“I don’t think they are so much as the right words, but the truth as I see it,” he responded.
“Smooth, Sherlock.”
“As a babies butt, Watson,” he said as we laughed.
“I almost forgot to ask you. Sleep well last night?” he asked.
“Actually, last night was the first night in a long time, where I slept through the night and wasn’t stressing about Dad’s case,” I confessed.
“Well, I guess I should say you’re welcome?” he said with a questioning look of hopefulness.
“You are absolutely the reason for my sweet dreams,” I smiled back at him.
“So, about these dreams…” he began. “Were they of the naughty variety? Or were we playing twister? Maybe we were playing twister naked at least?” he asked me a barrage of questions.
“Well, I remember kissing…” I said extending my foot between Colt’s legs.
Thankfully, the checkered tablecloth shielded my foot. Massaging his cock through his pants, I could feel him growing beneath my foot. “….and touching…” I added. Trying to suppress his pleasure he bit his lower lip letting a hushed sigh. Just then, the same waitress appeared with our waters and pizza.
Not letting up on my massaging, “Can I get you two anything else?”
Smiling I said, “No, sweetheart. I think we’re good, but we might need to-go boxes if you don’t mind.”
“Sure thing,” she said with agitation that I interrupted her eye fucking.
“And, if you could bring my girlfriend and I our check, that would be great,” he barely got out while suppressing a sigh.
“Coming right up.”
Paying the tab and stuffing the pizza in the boxes as quickly as possible, “I’m going to the restroom. Meet me in there in two minutes,” I whispered removing my foot from his groin and standing up.
“How ‘bout one minute?”
Giving him a kiss, I sauntered off in search of the bathroom. Entering the bathroom I swiftly checked myself out in the mirror and heard a knock thirty seconds later. Opening the door, he quickly spun around and locked the door. Turning back around he had the look of primal intent on his face.
“You are quite insatiable, Carrington Mason,” he said walking toward me.
Like a tiger, he attacked. Lifting me up, he threw me up against the wall kissing me feverishly. Luckily the walls were thick, and no one could hear us. Wrapping my legs around his torso, Colt sat me on the edge of the sink. Helping him undo his belt buckle we raced with heaving pants. Pushing his boxer briefs down he came back to me seizing at any part of my body he could get his hands on. Reaching for his cock, I began stroking it from the base to tip. With each stroke, I pulled him closer to me while I kissed up and down his neck. Dripping with excitement I pulled him between my legs.
“Last night I wanted you to make love to me. Right now, I want you to fuck me,” I moaned into his mouth. Not hesitating he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties to the side. Pulling a condom from my bra, I quickly placed it on his cock. Thrusting inside of me, he had to cover my mouth from screaming his name too loudly. “Yes, Colt! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard,” I said trying hard to whisper in his ear, pulling him closer to me.
“You don’t have to ask me twice, baby,” he said with anticipation.
“I want you so bad baby,” he thrust harder and harder. After a few thrusts, I was spiraling into an intense orgasm where he then followed.
Leaning forehead to forehead, we rested, panting heavily.
“Carr, you are incredible. Where did that come from?” he asked.
“You called me your girlfriend,” I declared looking him in the eyes.
“I need to call you my girlfriend more often then,” we laughed together. Kissing Colt, I hopped off the sink shifting my panties back in place and smoothing out my skirt. Smirking he pulled off the condom tossing it in the wastebasket while pulling up his boxer briefs and pants. Tucking in his shirt and straightening his tie, I couldn’t help but admire this sexy man in front of me.
“Be careful, Mr. Wilson. You keep wearing those suits in front of me, and I’ll have no choice but to make you take them off.” I professed.
“Is that so?” he said moving towards me.
“Yes, sir. You look too delicious for words right now. I might have to take you again if you’re not careful,” I admitted with confidence.
“I like this new Carrington. Your persuasion is incredibly sexy, you know,” he acknowledged.
“Something about you makes me a restored person. A stronger, more self-assured woman.”
“You always had it inside you, my darling, you just needed to believe it. Now, let’s get out of here before people start to suspect what we’ve been doing. Why don’t you go out first, and I’ll follow,” he said with a soft kiss.
Walking out of the bathroom, I couldn’t help myself but to wink at the waitress while looking over my shoulder to Colt following me. Take that bitch! That’s my man. Get your own. With a look of shock and disgust, she huffed away to her next table. Normally, I wouldn’t be so territorial, but damnit, I needed to assert myself to people who felt they could walk all over me. No more was the timid and shy Carrington. The new Carr fucks her boyfriend’s brains out in the bathroom of a pizza parlor. High five girlfriend! Scared Carrington can suck a dick because, ferocious Carrington is in town, and she’s not going anywhere anytime soon!
Swinging around while opening the door, Colt scooped me up and twirled me around not before placing a kiss on my lips.
“Would you like to take a little walk with me before I have to go back to work?” Colt asked with take-out bags in hand.
“Absolutely,” I said gripping his free hand.
Swinging hands, we looked at the vacated buildings littering the street. Stepping around a ladder where the town folk were hanging the tomato festival banners, I couldn’t help but sense something was bugging Colt.
“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” I asked shaking his hand.
“I was just thinking about work, and how I don’t want to go back.”
“Then don’t,” I said with a joking laugh.
Seeing the genuine concern on his face, I stopped him on the sidewalk.
Staring into a vacant shop, he professed, “Do you ever feel like you’ll never amount to anyone’s expectations?”
“All the time,” I confessed.
“Half the time I feel I’m just shuffled around from a business transaction to a business transaction as the face of the company. When people recognize me from playing football at UT, they make a reference to the accident while Dad looks away in disgust. The way he looks at me makes me feel as if I let him down for something I couldn’t control.” He admitted.
“Why do you stay then?” I asked tugging him away from his daydream.
Looking into his dejected eyes, “I hoped Dad would turn around and see me as his son and would still be proud of me. The more I allow myself to think about it, the more I see he will never change.”
Seeing the expression on Colt’s face was excruciating. Somehow I wanted to make it better, but I didn’t know how. I had always had a great relationship with my Dad and Granny, so my comparison with families wasn’t relatable. With everything going on, I didn’t think talking to Colt about my Dad’s case was exactly fitting. I’ll have to postpone the conversation for another time. My primary concern at the moment was taking care of this wounded man. I had always thought I had a rough time, but selfishly, I needed to consider the difficulties others were stressed with as well. With this man now a part of my life, his struggles were my struggles.
Rubbing my thumb across Colt’s hand, “Why not quit an
d establish your after school program?” I suggested.
“I would love to do that right now, but my primary concern is how he’ll react as well as the issue of money. I know money doesn’t matter, but Dad has a hold of my trust for another year. I don’t have enough personal collateral to make it happen and won’t have anything to start the program up with until then. If I have to struggle for a year to make those dreams come true, I will,” he said closing in the gap between us, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
Leaning into Colt, I began to think about, not only his situation, but my own. We’ve been living in the here and now, but haven’t stopped to think about what happens when Dad’s case is over. I planned to go back to New York, but I also wanted to continue my relationship with Colt. The heartbreaking reality of all this, at the end of the day, someone was going to get hurt. As much as we can kid ourselves, hoping this will work out, chances are, it won’t.
Turning Colt toward me, I wrapped my arms around his waist. Trying not to baby him, but just letting him know I was there for him in any capacity he needed.
“I have an idea,” I interrupted our thoughts trying to shift the mood.
“What’s that, beautiful?” he said kissing the top of my head.
“Why don’t you drop me off at home, and tonight we’ll go visit Harley at work. Wyatt’s supposed to have a show this evening, and they’ll be ramping up for the Tomato Festival tomorrow. You can get me drunk and take advantage of me,” I said with a laugh.
“I like your thinking, Watson. I’ll swing by around nine?”
“And by nine you mean eight-fifty?” I laughed.
“Actually eight-thirty. I park a distance away and use my binoculars to spy on you for half an hour,” he said looking shocked at my face.
“I thought I felt eyes on me. Now I know it’s not some random stranger peeping in the woods,” I said with a smile.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did a strip tease next time.”
“I bet you would!”
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Carrington: Hey, Hooker! We’re coming to see you tonight.
Harley: Aww. I feel so special! And, what do you mean by “We”?
Carrington: Skye, Wyatt, and Colt.
Harley: Yes! I knew y’all were banging boots; you slut.
Carrington: Shut your hole!
Harley: Looks like someone couldn’t do that. Is he hung like a horse? I bet he’s hung, you tramp. When did this happen? Last night? Today?
Carrington: Are you Barbara Walters? What’s with the inquisition?
Carrington: He is very well endowed, last night and today.
Harley: You sly, little bitch.
Carrington: It’s a good thing we’ve been friends for so long. People could interpret your pet names as insults.
Harley: Oh, bite me.
Carrington: Bend over!
Harley: What’s gotten into you? You never usually respond to my banter like that.
Carrington: Let’s just say, Colt has brought a whole new side of me out. He’s tapped into the inner badass in me, and she wants to play.
Harley: I love this Carrington.
Carrington: Well get used to her.
Harley: Yes!
Carrington: I’ll see you tonight, Hooker.
Harley: Later Bitch, wear something sexy. Make him work for that fine ass of yours.
Carrington: Noted
Harley: Oh shit, before I forget. Sadie won Tomato Queen this year!
Carrington: That’s fantastic! I’m so happy that someone other than Paisley won. Sadie deserves a couple minutes of fame.
Chapter 15
Right at eight fifty Colt pulled up in the drive. I should know by now; he will always be here early. I don’t mind though. It’s thoughtful that he takes the time to consider being a gentleman. Doing a once over before heading out, I was pretty amped at my outfit choice tonight. I wore distressed skinny jeans, faded Guns N’ Roses tank with black lace bra peeking through the arm holes and my sexiest red Louboutins. I swept my hair up in a high pony, smacked on red lipstick and headed out the door.
“Damn, baby!” Colt whistled.
“You like? I was going for a country chic,” I asked dancing around in a circle.
“Like is not at all what I would call it.” Colt catcalled.
Snatching me off the porch and throwing me over his shoulder, “Come on, we need to get out of here before some other fool tries to take you away from me,” he said jokingly.
Smacking my ass, I teasingly moaning, “Thank you sir. May I have another?”
Smacking my ass again, I was starting to get turned on by his actions.
“You better put me down before I take you out to the field, and ravage your body...”
“You promise?” he asked only partly serious.
“Not right now, at least,” I said with a sheepish grin.
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Pulling up to Ralph’s, I saw Harley’s and Wyatt’s truck. Wyatt and Skye must have ridden together. Wyatt and Skye had been best friends since we were kids. It’s no wonder they spend every waking minute with one another. I don’t think there’s anything between them, but it seems they could fit together pretty well. I don’t want to push or pry into their situation though. In a way, it’s kind of nice not knowing everything about someone. It leaves a sense of mystery about them.
Walking into Ralph’s, I waved to Chuck and Skye, who had already grabbed a table up near the stage where Wyatt was setting up.
“What kind of music does Wyatt play,” I asked Colt.
“He does a lot of acoustic sets, but he does experiment in country and classic rock. Tonight it looks like he’s doing an all band set. Should be pretty bad ass,” he said proudly of his friend.
“Why don’t you grab our seats with Skye and Chuck? I’m going to talk to Harley real quick if that’s O.K.?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s totally fine, babe,” he said placing a kiss on my cheek. Blushing, I turned in Harley’s direction and made my way over to her.
“Hey Hooker,” I yelled to get her attention.
“Hot damn, baby girl. You look hotter than sex on a stick,” she said leaning over the bar to give me a hug. Before pulling away she whispered in my ear, “Your lover is staring awfully hard at that tight ass of yours.”
I turned around and sure enough; Colt was licking his lips at me.
“That man is going to be the death of me, Har. He gets me so worked up, it’s not even funny,” I confessed.
“It’s good to see someone’s dipping into those black lacy panties,” she winked.
“How did…” I started. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know.”
“So, what’s your poison tonight?” she asked.
“I’ll get four shots of Crown and four Buds. Oh, and add two shots of Jake. What’ll I owe you?” I asked.
“On the house tonight, baby girl,” she said.
“I can’t let you do that, Harley,” I said pleading.
“Call it a ‘You finally got a proper lay,' party.”
“You are one twisted friend, you know that?” I said as I pushed over one of the shots of Jake.
Lifting our glasses for a toast, “Here's to you, here's to me, the best of friends we'll always be, but if by chance we disagree, fuck you and here's to me,” we toasted throwing back the shots.
“Now get outta here, I got work to do,” she said as I blew her a kiss.
“Thanks, babe.”
“Oh, and P.S., I’m borrowing those fucking Louie’s,” she said as I kicked up my heels leaving the counter.
Coming back to the table, I had my hands full but could still master carrying my fair share of liquor. It’s an art.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Colt said rushing to my aid.
“You’re like a circus act the way you can juggle all those glasses.”
“At least I’m not the bearded lady, or have a Siamese twin.” I joked.
“Yes, thank God for that,” he smiled back. Laying
the drinks down I went around the table to give Chuck a hug and to smooch on my Skye.
“I’ve missed you Breezy. I haven’t seen you in a couple days. Whatcha up too?” I asked while the boys gabbed about Chuck’s rodeo coming up.