Colton's Salvation: A Demented Sons MC Novel

by Kristine Allen

  I looked up to see two deep, sexy dimples appear in his cheeks as he let out a quiet laugh.

  Dimples? Seriously? I was a sucker for dimples. Great. Just great.

  “Ummm, while I’m not complaining about your position, right now, I think this is what you were trying to avoid with jock-face, kiddo.”

  “Kiddo? Really? For your information, I’m almost twenty-two, and I’ll be graduating from Iowa State in a couple of weeks. Wow, you must be, what? At least eighty, right?” I said, voice laced with a heavy dose of sarcasm and a smirk on my face.

  Way to sound mature. God, alcohol made me stupid.

  His grin widened, exposing straight white teeth. Man, did this guy have any flaws? I was beginning to feel a little self-conscious.

  “Sweetheart,” he drawled, “you have no idea how much older than you I am. I may be twenty-six in years, but I guarantee I’m older than any of these boys here in life experience.” He stood me up and made sure I was steady before he let go of me. If I was any judge of the expression that flickered briefly on his face, he looked reluctant to release me. Mmmmm, interesting.

  He started to walk away, and my heart sank before he looked over his shoulder at me. “I’m going to grab a new beer since jock-face made me drop mine. I would offer to get you one, but I kinda think you maybe need to hydrate a little with some water, unless you wanna feel like dragon dump tomorrow.” I caught his smirk as he sauntered off toward the water troughs full of ice and beverages. I watched his amazing butt as he walked away, thinking I should be ashamed of where my thoughts were drifting, but I wasn’t.

  He returned with a beer, which was already frosting over after being pulled out of the ice, and it dripped water in the grass as he walked. A bottle of water was in his other hand, which he held out to me. He gestured over to the shadowed side of the barn. “Care to pull up a spot of grass and join me?” he asked. “I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he added with a wink.

  “Ummm, yeah, okay.” I mean, the guy did just save me from a potentially unpleasant encounter with “jock-face” Rick. And there was something about him that just put me at ease. As I took the bottle from him, the water from the surface slid across his fingers and ran down my hand to my wrist before dropping to the ground. Call me crazy, but I felt like that tiny stream held an electric current in it that connected us for that split second. My eyes lifted to his and we stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours, though I knew it was only seconds.

  He cleared his throat, looked down, and moved over to sit by the barn. As we sat on the ground, I kicked off my shoes and tucked my legs off to the side to prevent my skirt from flipping up and flashing him. I couldn’t help but think maybe the night was beginning to redeem itself.

  I watched her take the cap off the bottle of water and tip it to her lips. As a small drop of water appear at the corner of her mouth, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching a finger over and catching it before it dropped from her full lips. You have no idea how tempted I was to catch it with the tip of my tongue, but I gave myself a mental shake. She slowly lowered the bottle with her eyes wide and her lips remaining partially open as she watched me bring the drop to my mouth and lick it from my fingertip.

  Oh, yes, little girl, there are things I could do to you with this mouth that would leave you breathless, indeed.

  I have no idea what I was thinking when she leaned closer to me and I reached out to tuck a loose strand of her long, dark blonde bangs behind her ear. It was like I couldn’t control the movements of my own body. Me, who was the epitome of self-control at my job.

  What the fuck?

  She looked so young and innocent, but I couldn’t help taking in every detail of her. Her multi-colored, blonde hair, evident of her love for the sun. Her eyes were a soft cornflower blue, with a darker blue ring around the edge of her irises. They sparkled as they caught the light from the distant bonfire and strung lights. She had a classic beauty in her high cheekbones, softly arched brows, heart-shaped face, and full lips, which were screaming at me to kiss her. She had toned legs that seemed to go on for days, ending in the cutest feet with toes painted neon pink.

  And for the record, I’m not big on a chick’s feet. At all.

  When the fuck did I start waxing all this poetic bullshit? Damn. Fucking Midwest girls. Holy shit this girl was smoking, though. They didn’t grow them like this back in Tennessee, not that I’d been home in six years to know. What the fuck reason did I have to go back there anyway?

  I looked up and saw that she had been watching me check her out. Not that I cared, but I did just save her from jock-face-gropey-hands, so I supposed I should at least try not to look like the horny dick I was. I saw her run her little pink tongue along the top of her bottle of water before she took another drink of the cold liquid. Her eyes never left mine as I stared at her and watched her throat move with each swallow. Yeah, that made my dick stand at attention. Maybe I needed to pour some of that shit down my pants to calm it down.

  Well hell.

  What was it about this girl that had my mind going all kinds of places it shouldn’t? Looking into her eyes shouldn’t have me wondering what she would be like as a military wife. There was no way a wife would ever fit in my career plans, and hell, I hadn’t known this chick fifteen minutes. Fuck. Never had I thought about a wife in any way, shape, or form. Wherever my mind was going, I seriously wanted to fuck the sass right off of little miss college girl. Then take her back with me in my duffle bag and do it again, and again, and again.

  Damn, I must be going crazy… My last reverse SRP must have lied—I was totally losing my shit.

  “Soooooooo… I’m guessing you don’t go to school here,” she said as she drew circles in the condensation of the water bottle with the tip of her index finger. I watched as the droplets trailed down the side of the bottle, then met her gaze. She looked up at me with a questioning expression, waiting for me to answer, and soft wisps of hair fell across her left eye. I reached over to brush it behind her ear, again, and felt the warmth of her breath as I drew my hand past her mouth, running a fingertip along her sexy-as-fuck bottom lip. I felt like the biggest pervert alive at that moment because I could totally see those plump lips wrapped around my cock as those blue eyes looked up at me under a half-lidded glance. She was just a kid, really.

  Damn.

  “Uh, no. My buddy and I are in the Army stationed down at Ft. Benning in Georgia. He’s from some small town here and a bunch of the guys he went to high school with are here. They invited him down for this last big hurrah before they graduate. He just brought me along for the ride. We’re heading back to post soon. Our leave is almost up.” I didn’t want to get into the fact that I was deploying to Afghanistan, again, because I just didn’t want to think about that shit right now. I wanted to pretend that, for just that night, I was a normal twenty-six-year-old guy who met a hot blonde at a party.

  I leaned back against the barn and stretched my legs out in front of me as I absently pulled blades of grass, running the silky-feeling stems between my fingers. She shivered and I noticed goose bumps break out across her arms. I reached over and pulled her close to my side, placing my arm around her as I ran my hand rapidly up and down her arm, trying to warm her up.

  “Hope you don’t mind?” I asked as an afterthought, and she shook her head as I watched her take her bottom lip between her teeth. I groaned to myself at seeing that sexy-as-fuck expression, and for just a moment, it felt like we were alone in the world. Of its own volition, my body leaned down to brush my lips against hers. Not even close enough to what I wanted to do. I ran my tongue along that bottom lip of hers, savoring whatever sweet-tasting lip gloss she had on and desperately wanting to see if the rest of her tasted as sweet. God help me, I felt myself losing control.

  Calm down, Alcott. Fuck.

  Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to pull back and put some space between us. We both ignored the brief awkwardness that followed the kiss and made companionable
small talk. Time seemed to slip away from us. She was amazingly easy to talk to, and I felt myself relaxing and even laughing here and there. We didn’t talk personal details. Hell, we didn’t even exchange names. It was as if deep down we knew this was just for tonight. We mostly people-watched the drunk coeds stumble, drink, and grope each other. We shared a laugh when a guy who obviously thought he was in, got smacked on the face and the girl stormed off.

  Fucking hilarious.

  Our eyes met, sharing the humor. That’s when everything seemed to stand still again. She took in a soft, excited breath and reached her hand up to my shoulder, allowing it to slowly slide up my neck until she was running her fingers across the short-cropped hair at the back of my head. I heard the rasp of the short hairs against her fingers and took a deep breath, inhaling her rich, exotic-smelling perfume. As if in slow motion, we leaned closer until our lips connected. The tip of her tongue tentatively hooked under my top lip, pulling me into her allure, leaving my senses completely intoxicated by her.

  Our tongues, lips, and teeth dueled in a crazy battle for power before I pulled away, breath harshly entering and exiting my body. I rested my forehead against hers as my heart continued to race. “Baby girl, I’m trying really hard to keep myself in check, but there is only so much self-control I can tap into if we keep this up. I need to let you know before things go too far. Fair warning and all that shit.”

  She answered by tipping her head slightly, nipping my top lip before soothing it with her tongue, then whispered, “What if I don’t want you to?” against my lips.

  Yeah, all the invitation I needed.

  Our kiss deepened and rapidly became a desperate, intense melding of lips, tongues, and bodies. It was like we couldn’t get close enough to each other as she grabbed both sides of my face with her delicate hands and kissed me like the world was ending tomorrow. Maybe it was. Maybe this was just a frantic need to feel alive and connected as I pushed all thoughts of what my future held to the back of my mind.

  God, what was it with this girl? She had me burning like an inferno for her, like I’d never burned for any other girl.

  We laid back on the cool green grass and my leg slipped between hers as her skirt rode up and she pressed her core to my thigh, grinding in small circles. My hands fisted in her hair as we broke off the kiss, leaving us both panting. I knew she could feel how hard I was since my cock was pressed into her hip. I needed to get a fucking grip or I was going to come in my fucking jeans like some inexperienced teenage boy.

  “We can’t do this here where anyone could come walking up on us,” I whispered with a groan. “You’re so much better than that, baby girl. If we’re doing this, we need to go somewhere more private.” I needed her to understand where this was headed. She deserved better than a quick fuck in the grass at a party with drunk-ass idiots laughing and dance music reverberating through the night air.

  “We can go back to my apartment if you want. I can tell Becca I’m tired and you’re giving me a ride back. Let me just talk to her and make sure she’ll be all right and she has a safe ride home, okay?”

  “All right, I’ll go let my buddy know we’re taking off. He has his bike, so he has his own ride back. Do you have a car here or will you be okay with riding on my bike? Shit, never mind. You can’t ride in those heels and that skirt,” I said, feeling frustrated. I ran a nervous hand through the longer hair at the top of my head.

  “Funny enough, I have jeans in Becca’s car, but I only have running shoes. Will that be okay?” she asked in a breathless whisper.

  “Yeah, better than those heels anyway. Meet me back here?”

  “Yes,” she said, “the sooner the better.” She reached up and kissed me quickly on the lips before scooping up the sexy as fuck heels and running across the grass toward the doorway of the barn. Light, laughter, and music continued to spill out of the large, open sliding doors and people sat on hay bales drinking and talking. I watched her long, sexy legs for a few seconds as she ran. When she reached the door, I turned to find Mason to tell him I was taking off and I’d hook back up with him tomorrow.

  AS I RAN BAREFOOT across the cool springy grass, I felt my heart race with excitement. Me, straight-laced, studious, Steph was going to bring home a complete stranger—an absolutely sexy beast of a stranger.

  Lordy, I must be out of my tree, but nothing has ever felt so right.

  It was like we were meant to meet that night… like the fates had aligned the stars just right so we would meet at this party—one it turned out neither of us had initially wanted to attend. Okay, that sounded a little cliché, but whatever. I was not passing the chance up.

  Oh heck no!

  I found Becca sitting in Brent’s lap on a bale of hay in the barn. She was laughing as her head was tipped back with riotous red curls trailing down her back and him placing soft kisses on the side of her neck. Oh yeah, looked like she really needed a “wingman.” Sheesh.

  Well, maybe to get creepy Rick out of the picture. Thanks for that, Bec. I mentally rolled my eyes. Luckily, he was nowhere to be seen by then.

  I tried not to interrupt in a creepy, awkward way, but how does one do that really, when their friend is practically screwing someone on a hay bale?

  Becca looked up at me and did her best to pull herself together before asking me if everything was okay. My excuse was, I was tired and a friend was giving me a ride home. She tried to tell me she would leave with me and take me home, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes at the thought of leaving Brent. With a smile, I assured her all was well and I would see her tomorrow. We hugged and I whispered for her to be careful and call me if she needed me. She promised she would, and I asked her if I could borrow her keys to get my bag from her car. I ran to the car, grabbed my bag, rushed her keys back to her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. Her perfectly shaped eyebrow raised as she looked at me, and I prayed my blush didn’t give me away as I hurried away, waving.

  Trying to catch my breath, I arrived at the side of the barn to see him casually resting on the picnic table, legs crossed at the ankle and those amazing arms crossed at his chest. He was watching me with hooded eyes and a slight smirk on his lips.

  “I wasn’t sure you would come back,” he said, eyes smoldering as they took in my breathlessness and the rise and fall of my breasts.

  A smile hovered on my mouth. “Just had to grab my stuff and make sure Becca was okay.” Stepping into the shadows, I pulled my jeans up my legs lifting my skirt as I pulled them over my ass. I may be preparing to jump his bones ASAP, but I wasn’t about to give some wandering partygoer a show. Then I unzipped the skirt and slid it down over my jeans, stepping out of it and shoving it in my string bag with the heels, cinching it up and slinging it over my shoulders. There were no socks in my bag, so I slipped my running shoes on barefoot—gross—but it wasn’t forever. “Okay. Ready when you are!”

  He took my hand and we walked through the parked cars to a couple of bikes that were under a large oak tree. There sat a sleek, metallic black Harley Fatboy decked out in shiny chrome.

  Score one for the Harley shirt Becca loaned me. Yes! Sexy freakin’ bike for a sexy guy.

  “Hey, Colton!” A cute guy with light brown hair and laughing eyes came running up.

  Jesus, they would run in pairs. Yummy.

  He tossed a single key on a keychain to my Mr. Sexy, who now had a name. “In case you need to get in before I get there. I know where the spare is kept, so I’ll be good.” He gave me a grin and winked at Colton, then turned and jogged back to a cute, short, platinum blonde with full lips and pale blue eyes. Damn, he had a nice ass too. Of course, I may have been a little partial, but I thought Colton’s was better.

  Bad girl! Ugh!

  “You ever ridden before?” he asked with a questioning look, pulling my gaze back to him.

  With a coy smile, I told him, “I used to ride with my brother. It’s been a while since I’ve ridden, but I think I can handle it.” God, I sucked
at being ‘cute.’

  On the upside, he didn’t seem to be bothered by my ridiculously silly sex-kitten attempt, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. He smiled before gently nipping the shell of my ear and down the side of my neck. His hands slid to cup my butt, squeezing my butt cheeks and giving me a little pull into his hard shaft.

  “Then let’s go for a ride, baby girl,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows in a comical waggle and smiled, causing those dimples to flash. Dang, those sexy dimples had me hooked. I reached around and squeezed his butt like he did mine, but I knew my butt was not nearly that rock hard!

  Seriously great ass. Be still my heart!

  He shoved my bag in one of his saddlebags then handed me a helmet he had hanging from the handlebars. So I placed it over my head, crushing my curls, and he adjusted the chin strap to make it fit the best he could. I gave him what I knew was a huge grin as he tapped my nose with his finger and gave me another swift kiss before swinging his leg over the bike and firing it up. As soon as the bike roared to life and began to rumble, I felt myself get turned on. Holy shit, could anything more about him turn me on? He lifted it upright and flipped the kickstand up, then motioned for me to climb on. There was no sissy rest, just a little seat in the back, so, after I climbed on, I wrapped my arms around his waist and slid my hips close. I could feel those sexy-as-shit abs against my fingers, and I pressed my ample breasts into his back. He looked over his shoulder, raised an eyebrow, smiled, and said, “Hang on, baby, you’re in for the ride of your life.”

  Lordy, I hope so, was all I could think.

  Jesus, having those tits against my back, her hands running along my abs, and her pussy pushed up tight against my ass the whole way almost did me in.

  This girl may just be the death of me.