“Well…” he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “I’m not exactly in their good books at the moment, they’ll be happy I’m not hanging off them right now.”
“Why?”
“Come on. Beer or wine? Or perhaps you’re a spirits girl?” His gaze slowly drank in my body as if trying to work me out from the shape of my curves. I didn’t mind anymore.
“Wine. I’ll have a glass of wine.”
Chapter 7
When we walked back into the bar together, Annie raised an eyebrow but then quickly looked away as if it were none of her business. Colt led me over to a booth and slid into the opposite side. I sat nervously¸ unsure what to say first. He leaned back casually with his arm resting on the back of the red leather booth seat and I could see the hint of a tattoo peek out from the sleeve of his leather vest.
Annie came over and took our drinks order and I could see the look between them meant there was history there, although I couldn’t tell whether it was romantic or not. When she left Colt was watching me carefully, waiting for me to make the first move. I really hated games.
I cleared my throat so I wouldn’t sound husky. “So what is this story you wanted to tell me? The one that you insisted I hear.”
He leaned forward as if trying to figure out how to start. “She was a nighter.”
“I’m sorry? A nighter?”
“Yeah, someone you spend one night with and never see again. Well that was how it was supposed to go down.” Annie returned and placed our drinks down on the table. “Put it on the tab, ‘Nee,” said Colt. I could see her bottom lip twitch slightly but she nodded before walking away.
“You must come here a lot.”
“It’s a regular hangout. Anyway this girl, we had a good time, a fucking awesome time.” He grinned at the innuendo.
I wondered whether he was telling me this to impress me or turn me off. He was so full of himself and I started to falter in my decision to choose him as my one night stand.
“I fall asleep like I usually do, and I wake up because someone is walking around our room. It’s her, right. She’s dressed. Said she was getting something to eat. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but then I get suspicious. That’s when she jumps back on me, and we start fucking again.”
I tried to keep a straight face, still not quite believing that he’s tell me about the last woman he had sex with, as if he thinks it’s going to change my opinion of him.
“Anyway, she attaches my belt to the lamp, so I can’t move.”
I’ve had enough. I do not want to hear the details and put my hand up to quiet him. “I didn’t come back here to hear about your conquests.” I’ve changed my mind now. This guy isn’t worth my time. “I need to go.”
“I’m providing back story, for what she does next.” He doesn’t seem fazed that I want to leave.
“Let me guess, she screams your name and says you’re the best sex she’s ever had. I’ve heard this story before.”
“No it’s not that.”
“Look Colt, I don’t want to hear about your escapades. Didn’t your parents tell you it’s rude to talk about woman like that? If you thought you had half a chance with me, which you don’t anymore, why on earth would you think telling me about your one night stand is endearing me to you? Is that what you do? Go around bragging about which girls you’ve slept with. You’re unbelievable.”
He seemed amused with me. “You’re not from around here are you?”
“And thank goodness for that! If that’s the kind of behavior the men exhibit.” I stood up. “I’m leaving.”
He reached across the table and grabbed my hand before I had the chance to get away. “After she tied me to the bed, she stole my money, my bike and my leather jacket. It was a con.”
“What?”
“It was a con. She only fucked me to get my money.” He laughed like the situation was ironic.
“Charming.”
“Sit down. I usually don’t tell people about the women I’ve been with. I just wanted to add that for context.”
I sat back down although I didn’t know why. “You got your jacket back, I see.”
“Nope, she’s still got that, I let her keep it. She was worth it. This is my cut.”
“You’re what?”
He grinned. “You really aren’t from around here.”
“So? Just because I don’t know what a cut is.”
“It’s the club jacket. We cut the sleeves off and put the Snakes patch on the back. You know, to identify ourselves.”
“Like a uniform.”
He laughed. “I suppose.”
“How much did she steal from you?”
“Three grand.”
“That’s a lot of money to have on your possession.”
“Yeah. The boys wanted to kick me out. But I got the cash back and my bike, so it turned out okay. At least I’m still alive and in one piece, so there’s that.”
I frowned. “I don’t understand. They were going to hurt you for losing the money?”
“Sure, that was Snakes money. A mistake like that and I would have paid in blood. But I got it back and more. So no broken toes.” He leaned back and grinned like he was proud of the fact that he was still in one piece.
“Why are you in a club like that. It sounds brutal.”
“It’s just the way it is. It’s my life.”
I shook my head. “No. Nobody should give their lives to someone else to control. You should be free. Freedom is everything.”
“Freedom is overrated. You actually have less control over life when you think you’re free. Belonging to someone, to something. That gives you meaning. It helps to define you. You need rules otherwise it becomes chaos.” He leaned back and watched me carefully.
We had absolutely nothing in common; our outlooks, our lives, everything was the opposite of the other. Yet there was something about him that I desperately wanted to know more about, and it was more than just his good looks.
“What else do you do in this club? Ride around during the day, come to the bar and drink at night? It doesn’t sound all that stimulating. Don’t you have plans for the future?”
“What sort of plans?”
“You can’t belong to a motorcycle club for your entire life.”
“Why not?”
“What about a job?”
“I don’t need one. The club is my job. They give me things to do, I do them.”
“What things?”
He shrugged. “That’s not important.”
“Illegal things.”
He grinned and took another swig of his beer.
I shook my head as I decided that it wasn’t going to happen. As much as I was attracted to him, and as much as I wanted to have a one night stand, I couldn’t bring myself to have sex with a criminal. “Thank you for the drink, Colt. It was lovely of you to buy it for me, but I must be going now.”
“Why? It’s still early.” He seemed surprised that I was leaving already, as if women didn’t usually walk away from him.
“I’m heading out of town tomorrow morning. I want to get an early start.”
“Where are you headed?”
“I haven’t decided, actually. Another town further up, maybe I’ll go interstate. Wherever the wind takes me.”
He laughed. “You really have a thing about being free.”
“Yes.”
“Let me walk you home.” He hadn’t given up yet.
“I can make it by myself.” Did I want him to?
“It can be a rough neighborhood around here. I promise I won’t try anything.” He leaned over and stroked his finger over the back of my palm, sending a tingling shiver over my skin, his actions in direct contrast to his words. I needed to decide now what I was going to do.
He was waiting for me to make the next move, but how could I concentrate when he was staring intently at me with those gorgeous pale blue eyes that were making my knees weak. No wonder he had so much success with women.
I needed to decide. Follow my head, or follow the ache in my thighs that was getting stronger with each second.
“Come on,” he said, as he grabbed my hand. “Let’s get you home safely.”
Chapter 8
“Where are you staying?” Colt’s gaze lowered to the top of my t-shirt, drinking in the hint of exposed cleavage.
“The white guest house two blocks up.”
“Jenny’s place. Yeah, real nice.” He mumbles his words, not really taking interest in the small talk. It’s obvious what he wants.
“It’s lovely actually. I’m staying in the attic room in this huge four poster bed.” Dammit, why did I mention the bed? I notice his eyebrow raise slightly and a small grin begin to form on his lips. I’m definitely looking at his lips again.
“When I told you earlier, that you sang great, I should have mentioned something else.”
“You didn’t like the songs I chose?” Immediately my confidence wavers. “I know, I should have started with more of a rock beat. It would have suited the crowd more. I’m not used to playing in front of people in a bar, in fact it was the first time I had, and…”
“I should have told you how fucking gorgeous you are.”
“Oh.” My heart thumped against my chest. This was going to happen. There was no stopping it now.
“I’m serious, Cara. When you started singing, it was like an angel had landed on stage. I wanted you then and there. But you were so fucking sweet I didn’t know what to say, since I’d been such a jerk. Jeez, even now I’m struggling not to grab you and kiss you.”
I looked straight ahead because if I looked at him I’d lose my nerve. “Right.” It sounded lame, but it was better than admitting that I wanted him too. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to do much more.
“In fact I’m going to.”
“Going to kiss me?” The words squeaked out.
“Hell, yeah.” He stepped in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders. My heart pounded faster than ever. As he leaned forward my mouth parted involuntarily, in fact my whole body was responding to his touch and his words in ways that they didn’t normally do. Not this fast anyway.
His lips brushed against mine, softly at first and then more urgent. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue parted my lips and began to explore my mouth. I was enjoying this too much. He was all sorts of wrong, and yet…
His arms moved around my back and he leaned closer to me, his body pressed against mine. I lifted my hands and wrapped them around his neck, playing with his hair as he pulled me tighter still.
“You smell divine,” he whispered into my mouth. “And taste delicious.”
I whimpered, wanting to tell him it was my perfume and not me, but I didn’t dare break the moment. I hadn’t been kissed with such raw lust, since … ever.
He pulled away so abruptly I almost fell over. “Shit, I’m sorry, Cara. I don’t know what came over me.”
I tried to catch my voice again so I could get the words out. “It’s okay,” I said breathlessly. “It was nice.”
“Nice? I’m losing my touch then.” He grinned. “Shit, it was more than nice.” He looked over at me with glazed lust-filled eyes. “Your place is just up the road.”
“Uhuh.” This is the moment where he’s going to say the words out loud. The words that we’ve both been thinking since it’s so obvious it’s going to happen. But until one of us takes the step to announce it, it could all disappear. Say it. Say it Colt, because I don’t have the nerve. If he kissed that good, then imagine what else he could do to my body. My head was spinning with so many conflicting emotions that I felt dizzy. Cara Westwood would never take a biker home for a one night stand, but Cara Jones would. The desire that was pulsing through me right now was screaming to let him devour my body.
“Invite me up.” His voice was husky and I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath.
I could do this and be gone first thing in the morning without ever having to see him again. One amazing night with the hottest guy I’ve ever kissed.
“Colt, I want you. Come up to my room.”
Chapter 9
I barely got the key in the door of my room before he pushed against it, pulling me in with him. As the door shut behind us, he pushed me back against it, kissing me deeply. I dropped my guitar case next to the door as his hands explored my body through my clothes.
His fingers explored the neck of my t-shirt, pulling it aside so he could kiss my flesh. The warmth of his lips on my bare skin sent tingles all through me.
I moaned as his teeth scraped across my shoulder¸ his soothing tongue following it, lapping and tasting me like an animal would. I reached around to pull his head closer to my body, my hands tangling in his short hair.
Colt continued to kiss over my shoulder then back up to my neck. His lips tickled and teased as he grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head. I leaned back on the doorframe for balance, my breath quickening as his hand brushed against my stomach.
My whole body was on fire now, and the slow throbbing between my legs was getting stronger, begging to be touched, to be devoured.
I gently pushed Colt toward the bed and he stumbled backward taking off his leather vest and white t-shirt and threw them to the side of the room before he fell onto the soft mattress. His abs were tight and muscled, his skin smooth with a thin line of dark hair. Oh god.
He grabbed for me, spinning me around so he could unzip my skirt and push it down. Then he unbuckled my bra.
I instinctively covered my breasts with my arm as he turned me back around. His gaze wandered over my body, taking in my stomach, my breasts, my legs. He pulled my arm away from my breasts so he could see them, and I gasped as his thumb caressed the dip of the rounded curve below them.
My nipples were hard and aching. I leaned forward, tempting him to touch, lick or suck them. His hand cupped my left, his thumb circling against the nipple as his mouth went to the right. He swirled his tongue around them, gently nibbling and sucking before becoming more urgent and hungry.
I moved onto his lap, straddling his body and then arched my back so he could take more of me in his mouth. He groaned as I began to sway my hips, pressing myself down onto the hardness that formed underneath his jeans. I ran my hand over his chest and down to his abs, feeling the chiseled muscles under his skin.
All of a sudden he flipped me over until I was on my back and he was above me. He stared intensely into my eyes as he reached down and unbuckled his belt and pushed down his jeans. Boxers. I liked him even more now.
I shivered with anticipation as he removed his boxers to reveal his cock. It was magnificent. Straight and tall and looked like it could satisfy every desire I had.
His mouth was back on mine, parting my lips with his tongue. I could feel his hard cock against my leg and I wiggled my hips so I could move where it was against my folds. Only the thin fabric of my underwear separating us.
I kissed him with hungry urgency, all I wanted was for him to be inside me. I couldn’t think straight.
“Yes,” I moaned, as his hand reached lower, caressing my belly and moving lower and lower.
“You like that?”
“Oh, yes,” I repeated.
“How about this?” He placed his finger in his mouth until it was wet and then placed it under the top of my underwear, rubbing it up and down my clit. A jolt of electricity buckled through me and I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I concentrated on his touch. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
I knew I was. I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside me. “Stop teasing me.”
“Eager, aren’t you.”
“Do you have a condom?”
He leaned across me and fumbled in his jeans pocket bring out a small plastic wrapper. He bit into it and rolled it down onto his stiffness. Watching his cock sway and move as he held it in his hand only made me more desperate for it to be inside me.
I reached down so I could take my underwear
off, but Colt grabbed my hand. He pulled the elastic to the side and in one thrust was inside me, underwear be damned.
“Oh, oh,” I groaned, as he pushed forward inside me. I could feel myself stretching around him, my pussy softening to accommodate his rigid hardness.
He lifted my leg up so it was against his shoulder as he continued to move with rhythmic pace. Each thrust felt deeper than the last.
I grabbed my breasts, rolling my nipples around in my hands as he moved faster. The hot friction was driving me crazy and all I could concentrate on was how good he was at this. Every other man I’d made love to, never made me feel as hot as this. Perhaps this was why one night stands were so popular. It was something I definitely would do again now that I knew how amazing they made me feel.
“Fuck your gorgeous,” he said. He began to speed up, his breath coming in short sharp groans.
“You’re magnificent,” I said breathlessly.
He continued to move in and out, every inch of him filling me with each thrust. I was lost in the moment, my body tingling with the pleasure he was giving me.
He grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard, tipping my hips closer. The deepness was beginning to overwhelm me and I wasn’t sure I could hold off much longer. The pulsing throb that had started between my legs was now spreading fast through my body.
I closed my eyes so I could hold onto the sensation for longer, but I couldn’t contain it.
“Oh, yes!” I cried as ecstasy rippled through my body. I could feel my hips bucking as they shook with intensity. Colt rode my waves of pleasure until he too, came with a groan.
He rolled off, disposing of the condom in a nearby bin, before returning to lay beside me.
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