Colt

by Jayne Blue

  Colt was the only other person in the place. My heart tripped. He didn’t move a muscle. He leaned his head against the wall; one rippled arm rested on the table, the other dangled over his ankle where he had it crossed over the other knee. He wore jeans, faded at the knee, and a black t-shirt stretched taut over his muscled chest, a slight vee at the neck. His full lips curled into a half smile as I approached.

  “You’re late,” he smiled, as he cocked his head a little and looked up at me.

  “You’re cocky,” I answered. He smiled wider. I sat down.

  The owner walked over to the table with a slightly too-brisk and eager step. I had a hunch we were the only patrons she’d seen since probably before lunch. I over compensated and ordered a large muffin, twenty-ounce caramel latte, a turkey sandwich and a large bowl of chicken soup. I knew I’d never get through even half of that. Colt’s eyes widened.

  “Double that,” he said. “Except for the latte. I’ll do a black coffee.”

  “Manly choice,” I said as soon as she left. “You’re going to be up all night.” The minute the words came out of my mouth, I felt a slow blush rise and color my cheeks. Colt’s look didn’t change. He just kept those dark eyes trained on mine. The hint of a smile on his full lips.

  He nodded. “Where do you pack all that food?”

  I leaned forward and whispered, “I don’t. I just feel bad. No way she stays in business past the first of the year.”

  A shadow crossed Colt’s face as he nodded. He straightened in his chair, his booted foot hitting the ground with a clunk. “There’s a lot of that around town, isn’t there? All these boarded-up storefronts.”

  I sat back and shrugged. “It’s been a rough recession. The Jeep plant went to two shifts. For a while, just one. A lot of the suppliers couldn’t stay open. So many of my students’ parents lost their jobs. We lost thirty teachers over the last three years. If I weren't certified for special education, I probably would have been one of them.”

  The subject had Colt’s wheels spinning. I didn’t know him well at all, but his thoughts were written all over his face by the crease in his brow. And I knew at once it was one of the things I found most attractive about him. He did the same thing when he fixed his eyes on me. I knew exactly what was going on behind those dark eyes and thick, black lashes. It’s what spiked my pulse and made my palms sweat.

  The owner brought our coffees and suddenly, I wished I’d ordered the iced variety. The way Colt looked at me, I knew he could tell what I was thinking just as easily.

  He flicked his eyes to the window, as if he knew the intensity of his gaze was starting to overheat me. Or maybe he was feeling it just as much. A scowl crossed his face as he looked at the parking lot across the street. Curious, I turned.

  “Asshole,” he said. A black sedan had just pulled into a parking space at the law office across the street. The driver parked the car at an angle so it took up two spaces. “I hate assholes like that.”

  I laughed. It was such a normal, “regular guy” reaction. It seemed strange coming from someone like Colt. He came off as sexy and cool with a little danger thrown in. It was nice to see shit irked him like it did mere mortal men. His attention came back to me and he shot me a sheepish grin that raised my temperature again.

  Then Colt got bold. He reached across the table and put his hand over mine. He turned it so he could run his thumb along the center of my palm, sending shivers straight up my arm.

  “So what’s your story?” I said, sipping my coffee. I brought the cup to my lips with the other hand and concentrated on even breathing. God, he had me so charged up, and I hadn’t spent more than twenty minutes with the guy since I met him. I should have let the coffee cool first. But the liquid heat matched my insides as Colt’s eyes dashed to mine. “Now you know a heck of a lot more about me than I do about you. Are you just passing through or is Lincolnshire home?”

  He laughed. “I’m still trying to figure that out. I guess maybe the answer is a little bit of both. I grew up here. I’ve just been away for a long time.”

  I wondered if that’s where I recognized him from. He’d looked familiar since I first saw him at the hospital, but out of context somehow. Maybe I’d seen him before, years ago.

  I nodded. “So are you back for good?” I couldn’t believe how much I wanted his answer to be yes. I just met this guy. I was here for a diversion, not a date. But in that beat before Colt answered, I found myself holding my breath.

  “Maybe,” he answered. “Depends on what comes along to keep me here.”

  Oh. The danger signs were everywhere. Since the moment he sauntered over to me at the hospital. Everything in me told me to stay away. But when Colt fixed those beautiful, dark eyes on mine I couldn’t look away.

  “What tipped it for you?” he asked. “I mean me. Coming here.”

  I blushed and smiled. He could see straight through me. It scared me at the same time it thrilled me. It was like he’d hit a tripwire. I thought I could do this. I thought I’d let enough time pass, but everything that scared me seemed to stare me right in the face. I wasn’t ready. He could be dangerous. He could be just like Roy. But somehow, I knew he wasn’t. Naive, maybe, but Colt let everything he was thinking show in his face. He was dominant, yes, but in a way that revved my loins.

  “This was a mistake,” I said. As the words came out, it felt like I’d drifted out of myself. This was someone else’s life. I couldn’t throw caution to the wind like this. Not anymore. Not after everything that had happened. Roy could be anywhere. The white rose was a message.

  Colt leaned forward, but I was already on my feet. I threw a twenty on the table and turned to leave. “I’m sorry. I thought this was something I could do. It isn’t. I need to go.”

  “Amy, wait,” he said. I threw a fake smile to the coffee shop owner. Her expression seemed too knowing as she watched me make my awkward exit.

  I fumbled for my keys as I pushed through the door and headed for the parking lot. If I thought Colt would let me go, I was wrong. He was right behind me as I reached for the car door. That should have scared me even more, but it didn’t. My heart raced as I felt his body heat.

  “Amy,” he said. His voice was low, filled with purpose but not threat. “What’s got you so afraid?”

  A thousand things. Nothing. I turned to face him. “I’m not afraid. Not anymore. I just can’t go off and do things like this. It never ends well.”

  His charming smile was devastating. “Oh, I think it has the potential to end very, very well. I’m not the big bad wolf, baby.”

  What made him say it like that? Those words. It’s exactly what I was afraid of but how could he know? But it was so hard to stay serious when his mouth curved into a smile. He put a light hand on my upper arm, and it was like an electric current sparked between us. I could stand there and pretend it wasn’t happening. I wanted him. He wanted me. It could be so simple if I let it.

  The setting sun behind him cast him into shadow. He was so tall, so strong, so sure of himself. For the first time in almost two years, I stopped thinking. I just reacted.

  I went up on my tiptoes and cupped his jaw with a light hand. He froze, letting me play my fingers along the hard bones and down the column of his throat over the curve of his shoulder. He didn’t move. Maybe if he had, it would have spooked me. He seemed to sense that I needed this. Needed him to let me make all the moves and decide what would happen next. The only sign he showed of the turmoil raging within him came from his bobbing Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard. The veins in his forearms popped as he clenched his fists. It was driving him mad not to reach out and touch me. Yes. He knew exactly what I needed.

  I slid my hand around to the back of his head and drew him down to me. He stayed so still, like towering marble as he let me kiss him. When our lips touched, my insides became molten. Something broke inside me that left me gasping for air and grasping for him.

  Then Colt moved. His hands went up and circled my waist. He pull
ed me close to his solid frame making me feel like he could protect me from anything on the outside. But it was what was inside of me that might kill me.

  “Colt,” I gasped. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. My need rose to a fever pitch. We were standing in the middle of a parking lot on a public street, and I swear I might have let him bend me over the hood of my car and take me, no matter who saw. The idea of it . . . the danger of that thrilled me almost beyond what I could contain. I knew one thing. I wanted Colt. Right now.

  “Take me somewhere,” I managed to croak. I couldn’t believe I was saying it. I just knew if I didn’t act on this, maybe I never would and I didn’t want to live like this anymore. “Now.”

  “Are you sure?” His voice was ragged with his own contained lust.

  Oh yes. I was sure. This was exactly what I needed and so much more. It was me who ended up taking control. We were directly across the street from the Lincolnshire Arms. In the middle of downtown, it was a notorious spot for lunch breaks of the torrid variety.

  It was perfect.

  I don’t even remember now what I said or how we booked the room. I operated on some sort of lust-filled autopilot. I just remember nearly stumbling with Colt down the purple-carpeted hallway to Room Number 108.

  I swiped the key card as Colt put his hands on my shoulders and ran them down my arms. He kissed the tender spot at the back of my neck, sending goose bumps down my spine. I got the door open, and we tumbled in the room together in a tangle of lips and limbs. He kicked the door shut behind him.

  I threw my purse and keys on the table near the door and kicked off my flats. Colt slipped out of his boots and worked his belt loop, all the while keeping his eyes locked with mine. My every nerve ending sizzled with anticipation. I felt the first slow trickle of heated moisture pool between my legs as I slipped my skirt past my hips, letting it drop to the floor at my feet. I stepped out of it.

  Colt froze, his hands gripping the ends of his belt. I gasped at the thought of letting him use it on me; binding my hands above my head as he ravished me flashed in my head. I would have let him. God. I wanted it like that. How could I want it like that? Because it’s who I am. My life was thinking, planning, keeping everything under control. But this . . . this was something unplanned and so wild.

  He nodded toward the bed. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and spread it open. Beneath it, I wore a black bra and panties. Colt’s eyes flashed as they traveled up and down me. My breasts heaved as my breaths came hot. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly dragged those down, never taking my eyes off Colt’s. Though I wanted him to dominate me, I knew I was the one in control as I played out this strip tease. I stepped out of my panties and kicked those to the side. I was wet . . . dripping. The second I spread my legs for him, he’d see. I wanted him to.

  I let my blouse fall from my shoulders and caught it before it fell to the floor. Colt grabbed it one handed as I tossed it toward him. I reached behind me and unhooked the clasp of my bra. It sprang open, letting my full breasts fall heavy. As my bra slid down, my nipples puckered as the air hit them. Colt stood in front of me, crumpling my blouse with one fist as his eyes raked over my naked flesh. He liked what he saw.

  I took a step back and sat down on the bed. It was Colt’s turn. My lips curved into a smile as I waited for Colt to strip for me. But he had other plans. He took my blouse and spun it between his hands until it rolled and lengthened like a cord of rope. Then he came to me, standing between my legs. I looked up at him. Lust flashed in his eyes and his nostrils flared.

  “I want to take care of you,” he whispered, his voice husky. “Will you trust me to take care of you?”

  Such an odd thing to say, maybe. But it made my blood simmer, and I couldn’t get my words out fast enough. “Yes,” I gasped.

  “Turn around,” he said. “Get up on your hands and knees.”

  Yes. Oh yes. Heat coursed through me. My sex throbbed as I did as he asked. I knelt on the bed, my ass high in the air, my most sensitive flesh exposed to him as he had me turn. He could see it now, I knew. See how swollen and dripping I was for him. My breath hitched, and I felt like I’d come apart when Colt reached out and ran a single finger along my sensitive folds. My juices flowed freely, and there was nothing I could do to hide it.

  Colt ran a flat hand along my spine. He straddled me from behind, the rough denim of his jeans scraped along my thigh. He took my blouse and tied it around my head, making a blindfold of it. The flash I’d had earlier about him using the belt came back to me. I wanted it but didn’t know if I was ready for that yet. But this . . . the blindfold. Again, it was like Colt could read my mind. Now that I couldn’t see, every other sense was heightened.

  I heard a zipping sound as Colt must have pulled his belt free of the loops. It fell to the ground with a thud, and part of me was disappointed. I wanted to know how it would feel against my sensitive parts. Colt had a different plan, though.

  I heard the rustling of his clothes as he must have slipped out of his jeans. I kept my position on the bed. Ass up. Knees spread wide. Pressing my weight forward on my hands to give him maximum access.

  He kissed me then. Just at the small of my back. He cupped my ass and moved me a little, angling me just right. My whole body shuddered as Colt’s lips feathered along the back of my thighs. Then he spread me open with firm but gentle hands on my ass cheeks.

  I let out a little squeal as I felt his hot breath skitter along my sex. He kissed me there and my knees started to shake. I gripped the sheets as he ran his tongue over my heated folds. Once. Twice. A third time. Then he fastened his lips on my clit. Oh. It was heaven. It was torture. I couldn’t contain it. I bucked against him, unable to control myself. Colt put a steadying hand on my hip and stilled me.

  Then he settled himself between my legs and delivered sweet torture with his mouth, lips, and tongue. He swirled in and out, sucking me to the point of maximum pleasure, then receding to let me get control again. Over and over. My legs trembled as I struggled to keep them spread wide for him.

  “Please,” I gasped. Oh, I begged and pleaded that night. I was shameless. Please stop. Please don’t stop. Please let this go on forever. Without my sight, my whole world became the sensation of Colt’s lips and tongue against my pussy, and he knew exactly how to work me.

  I was throbbing for him, aching to be filled. He had me to a point where I knew I’d do anything . . . anything he asked of me. But he asked me nothing. Not then. Instead, he just gave. He slid two fingers inside me as he kept up his delicious pace with his tongue. I was some wanton, wild thing, arching my back for him on my hands and knees as he gave me pleasure.

  Finally . . . finally, he let me come. He’d slid a third finger inside of me and fastened his lips around my swollen bud. He stroked and coaxed my orgasm out of me. I punched my fist against the bed and gripped the sheet with the other hand so hard it pulled away from the mattress. I stuffed some of the sheets into my mouth to muffle the scream as my whole body exploded with pleasure. Colt kept on working me with his tongue. I bucked and thrust against his fingers. On and on it went. Until my legs turned to rubber.

  Colt turned me then. My legs fell apart, and he gently pulled me down to the edge of the bed. He pressed my knees flat, and I heard the tearing of plastic as he readied a condom. My pussy quivered in the afterglow of my orgasm. But Colt still had more to give.

  I wanted to tear off my blindfold but had no strength in my arms as Colt slid into me. Oh. I wanted to see him. But I didn’t need my eyes to know how big he was. He stretched me impossibly wide as he thrust into me. Though my body felt boneless, I managed to wrap my legs around his hips and help guide him home.

  Colt fucked me hard. I got my hands on his shoulders, coiling my entire body around his, getting him as deep as he could go. I cried out his name as he delivered slow, steady thrusts at first. Then his rhythm became erratic, and I felt his balls clench against me. I pulled him even closer, wanting to wring every drop
of pleasure out of him as he did me.

  “Amy,” he cried my name as he came. Over and over he pumped into me. I had the most wanton thought of all. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel his hot seed spraying deep within me. I wanted to make this man mine. He was a virtual stranger and somehow I knew. This was good for me. He was good for me. It went against everything I thought I knew about myself, but it was oh so right.

  Then Colt shuddered out the last of his orgasm and fell beside me on the bed. I didn’t even have the strength to take off my blindfold at first. He pulled me against him, spooning me. I felt his heart beat strong against my spine, and I pressed myself back, wanting to feel every inch of him.

  He cradled me and smoothed my hair. He gently removed the blindfold. It was pitch dark in the room, though. The heavy curtains on the windows blocked most of the light. I saw him only in shadow, his eyes glinting with lust as he leaned over to kiss me. Colt gave me a tender squeeze then I felt his body start to slacken. He started to snore, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Typical alpha male,” I whispered. “Fuck hard. Sleep hard.” When he woke, I knew he’d be starving.

  But I felt drowsy too, drunk almost in the afterglow of our powerful lust. And for the first time in so long, I felt like I’d found safe harbor in Colt’s strong arms.

  Chapter Ten

  Colt

  I jolted awake, my fingers grasping for the Glock I always kept hidden between the bed frame and the mattress. There was nothing there. It was pitch black and took me a second to remember where the fuck I was. My cock reminded me. My balls ached, and I was hard as a rock.

  “Fuck,” I said, running a hand across my face. My jaw itched. I needed a shave. I reached across the bed for Amy. I wanted to feel her perfect round ass against my thighs like I’d felt all night. But there was nothing but crumpled sheets on the mattress beside me.