I lay with my chest heaving as I tried to regain my wits.
“You have the most delicious looking pussy,” he said, tracing his hand over my shoulder. “Next time, I’m going to lick it until you can’t breathe.”
Next time? There was going to be a next time? Oh god.
Chapter 10
I opened my eyes as the morning sun streamed in through the window, caressing me with its warm rays. Rolling over I saw that Colt had left already. I hadn’t heard him leave; he must have slipped out while I was deep in dreams. At first I was disappointed that he wasn’t there, but maybe it was better that he didn’t get to see me with morning hair. Not my finest look. I couldn’t rip the grin from my face as I ran my hand over the indent in the mattress that still had the faint trace of his body.
So that was what a one night stand was like. Totally worth it. I let out a shrill giggle and wrapped my arms around my body. I’d become a silly schoolgirl again and it felt great.
I sat up and looked around the room. Everything seemed to smile back at me, even my unpacked suitcase. It beckoned to me to get out of bed and get on with my vacation. This was turning out to be more fun than I imagined, and I wondered what adventures the next town would reveal. There was no way it could top this one, not when I’d slept with the gorgeous, beautiful Colt.
I wondered if staying would break the rules of a one night stand? Colt would probably think I was crazy desperate if I turned up at the bar again, hoping to spend another night with him. No, I needed to leave and see what else destiny had in store for me.
I reluctantly climbed out of bed and into the shower. I turned the faucet on cold to wake me up before turning the hot and warming my body. Once I was clean and dressed I packed up my things, made sure to grab my guitar case, and went downstairs to check out of this lovely guesthouse.
“Good looker, that one,” said the owner. She was sitting behind the counter, must have been expecting me. She clucked her tongue as she raised her eyebrows.
“I’m sorry?”
“Colt, the biker. Gorgeous. But you be careful, those ones are not to be trusted. Mark my words.”
“Oh, it was nothing.” I could feel my cheeks burning. “I’m heading out of town now, anyway.” I bit my lip instead of telling her to mind her business.
“That’s good. You don’t want any trouble.”
“No, no of course not.” If last night was the kind of trouble she was referring to, then I didn’t mind one bit, in fact I hoped I’d get into more of it.
I took my suitcase out to the car and placed my guitar in the trunk, turning when I heard the sound of gravel crunching behind me.
“Nice car.” Colt whistled a long high note. “Must have cost a bit.”
I closed the trunk and turned around trying not to grin too broadly at his return. “It was a gift.”
He handed over the cardboard cup of coffee he had in his hand. “Breakfast?” He lifted up the paper bag. “Donuts. Not very original, but it’s all I could get this early.”
“Donuts and coffee. That’s really sweet.” I took the bag from him and inhaled the sugary cinnamon sweetness that wafted toward me, which made my mouth water.
“You leaving town already?” he asked, then bit into the donut. “You just got here.”
“Yes, but I only have so much time.” Tell me to stay. Beg me to spend the rest of my vacation with you.
“What’s the hurry?”
“I have to get back to the city in a few weeks. For work.” I added the last bit quickly in case he thought I had a boyfriend that I was rushing back to. I needed him to know I was very much single.
“Right.” He cocked his head back to his bike that was in front of the guesthouse. “You in a hurry? We could take a ride first. I know an awesome spot that overlooks the whole town. We could have breakfast up there before you leave.”
I tried to act casually as my heart thumped against my chest. “I suppose I could stay a while longer.” I glanced over at the bike. “Is it safe?”
He laughed. “It is if you don’t fall off.” He leaned in close, his face hovering inches from mine. “So you’ll have to hold on tight.”
I gulped. “Sure. I’d love to.”
He fitted the helmet over my head and instructed me to wrap my arms around his body as tight as I could. I moved close to him as he jumped the engine underneath me. The bike purred sending vibrations up and down my legs through the seat.
He pulled out of the street and turned the corner, the wind rushed against my face as he sped up. I gripped his jacket as tight as I could as he turned another corner. My pulse raced faster than the bike. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
He headed up a hill and I turned my head to see the town getting smaller and smaller. Finally he pulled up and cut the engine.
“You can let go now,” he said.
I blushed and released my grip from his waist as I got off the bike even though I could’ve held onto him forever. We sat down on a wooden park bench that looked down on Parton’s Creek spread out below us.
“This is really lovely,” I said, hoping it didn’t sound as lame as it did in my head.
“So are you.” He placed his arm around my shoulder.
“Thanks again for breakfast.” I took a bite of the donut and leaned in closer to him.
“Breakfast’s a bribe.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. To convince you to stay.”
You got me at hello. I grinned. “Oh, I see.”
“Not persuaded?”
His fingers caressed my arm and I had to hold my breath to stop from turning to him and asking him to kiss me because that would have persuaded me in a second. “Well, I had planned on leaving straight away.”
“Oh yeah, and I swung by Ned’s before and Annie says you can play again tonight.”
He got me another gig? It wasn’t possible that I could like him more than I did right at this moment. “I’m not sure, I wasn’t exactly a hit last night.”
“All you gotta do is sing some rocking tunes. You’ve got the voice for it.”
My mouth was dry so I took a sip of the cold coffee to stop myself from throwing my arms around his neck. “I suppose I could stay another day. It’s a lovely town.”
“Look, Cara, I want to be straight with you up front. I don’t always ask women for a second date. I’m usually a one night kind of guy.”
“I figured that you were.”
“But, there’s something about you. You’re different.”
My heart leaped into my chest. “I’m really not that different to most people.”
“Yeah, you are. You see the best in people, which is rare these days. Every time you look at me, with those gorgeous blue eyes, it’s like you only see the good in me. It makes me want to be that person. Makes me want to be better. And fuck, you’re hot as hell. It’s taking all my strength not to grab you and rip your clothes off right now. I want you so badly you have no idea. Not many woman like you come through Parton’s Creek.”
“So I make you want to be both good and bad?” I laughed.
“You know yourself and what you want from life. That’s not like most people. Most people I know are insecure and don’t know shit about themselves.”
I wanted to tell him that I had no idea what I was doing most of the time, especially right now. “It doesn’t matter what I want. My life is planned out for me.”
“I thought you were free.” He looked surprised by my confession.
“I’m free for four weeks, then I return to work in a company where I’ll be, probably, for the rest of my life.” I sighed. That was why this moment was so important, it’s all the time I had.
“If you don’t want to work there, quit. Nobody has to be in a job forever.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Look, it’s like me and the boys. I’ve got to live by their rules, and as long as I stay close and jump when they tell me to, I can do whatever I want the other times. But I
can leave. It isn’t forever.”
“Then why don’t you leave?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Exactly.”
His thumb continued to graze up and down my arm. Just that small caress reminded me of how he touched me last night, and how much I wanted him to touch me again. Just being with him made me ache for him.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he said. “Are you going to stay?”
He leaned in and I could feel his breath heavy against my cheek. If I turned my head our lips would touch. I wanted so badly to turn my head. “Yes. I’ll stay.”
He began to kiss my neck and I moaned. “Good,” he said. “Because I can’t control myself for much longer. I’m going to bury my face between your legs tonight and savor every second so I never forget you.”
I wanted him now. I didn’t care we were outside. I turned my head and looked him deeply into his eyes. “I can’t wait for tonight. Take me now. Right here.”
Chapter 11
Wow. I’d just had sex outside with the hottest guy I’ve ever met, and it was amazing. Thank goodness I was on birth control and could be so spontaneous. The list of things I’d never tried before was growing every moment I was with Colt and I couldn’t be happier.
Maybe I was beginning to fall in love with him, although how could that be possible? Yesterday I’d thought he was an arrogant jerk, today he was so sweet and so incredibly sexy that I couldn’t think straight.
This buzz of euphoria was how people lose themselves in vacation romances. The idea of being with someone that didn’t normally live in your world was exotic and intoxicating. It’s why you could fall so hard and fast it made your head spin. But vacation romances never lasted when everyone returned to their regular worlds, and in three weeks I’d become Cara Westwood again, with all the expectations and obligations that came with it. Colt Gaston didn’t fit into my world any more than Cara Westwood fit into his.
I pushed my thoughts aside as I sat up, leaning back into Colt’s chest as he wrapped his arms around me. We both looked out at Parton’s Creek below us. The house roofs different shades from russet red to silver gray.
“What are you thinking about?” asked Colt. His breath was still heavy as he whispered in my ear.
“I was thinking how yesterday I had no clue that I’d be here with you. Making love, feeling content. Life can change so fast.”
“Life can change in an instant, but it’s not always for the good.”
“It wasn’t good?”
I sensed his grin at my neck. “Oh, yeah, it was better than good.” He kissed my skin and a tingle ran up and down my spine making me shiver. “You cold? Wanna head back?”
“Not yet.” I leaned back into him. “I don’t want to go anywhere, yet.”
We sat together, not moving, not speaking, just staring out ahead of us. It was the most peaceful I’d felt for a long time.
The silence was broken as Colt’s stomach growled. “I’m starving. You took all my energy.”
I turned around. “Didn’t see you complaining before.”
He grabbed me and playfully pushed me to the ground, kissing me until I could feel my body responding again. He reached up and brushed a blade of grass away from my hair. “You look like grass, and I fucking smell like grass. I need a shower.”
“Fine,” I said. He rolled off me and began to get dressed. I bit my lip to suppress the ache that had started between my legs that wasn’t going to get satisfied.
“You can come back to my place. It’s small and a bit of a dump, but I have hot water. And I really want to see you naked and soapy.” He growled in my ear and I almost melted on the spot. His voice had so much power over my body that it reacted in an instant. Now, I couldn’t wait to get to his house. I picked up my clothes and dressed in a hurry.
Chapter 12
We pulled up outside his house. There was a shell of a car with cement blocks in place of wheels rusting in the front yard. The lawn didn’t look like it had been cut in months, with daisy weeds sticking above the six inch grass. The faint smell of smoke wafted from a distant neighbor even though it was too hot to light a fire. I wanted to change my mind and tell him I’d go to the guesthouse to clean up instead, but before I could protest he drove into his front yard and parked his motorcycle under a tin roofed carport.
I removed my helmet, fixing my hair, and climbed off the bike. The vibrations still pulsing through my body from the engine made my need to be touched stronger and I pressed my legs together to try and temper it.
He walked over to the front door, waiting until I’d followed him before he opened the door and let me go in ahead of him. Tentatively I stepped inside, not quite sure what to expect.
Colt might not be a great landscaper, but he could keep a home clean and neat. The front door opened into a small living area with a brown faux leather couch in front of a television. The kitchen was at the back, a dark wood counter separating the living area from the kitchen. Two more doors led off this one. Bedrooms I figured, although one could have been a bathroom. My bedroom at home was as big as his whole house, and I immediately felt guilty for being who I was.
He walked into the kitchen and dumped his keys on the counter before opening the fridge and staring inside. He closed it again just as quickly. “Beer and apples. We’ll eat out.”
I glanced around the room trying to learn more about him. There were no family photographs or distinguishing pieces of art, but it felt cozy and relaxed. Maybe that was who Colt was. Rough and intimidating on the outside, but soft and sweet on the inside, just like his house.
“Bathroom’s through the bedroom. That door.” He nodded toward the closed door nearest me.
I walked over and opened it. His bed was made with white sheets and a plaid duvet cover. The bathroom door was open and I walked over to it. A large shower stall, no bath, a toilet and a pedestal sink with a mirror above it.
He swung his head around the doorframe. “Start without me. Need to make a phone call. Make sure you’re all wet by the time I get in.” He winked which made me laugh at his stupid joke as he turned back around.
I turned the faucet on and stripped off before stepping under the warm stream of cascading water. It felt good to wash the sweat and dirt off me. I didn’t realize how dirty you became having sex outside on the ground. Maybe next time we’d bring a blanket.
After several minutes, I was beginning to think Colt wasn’t joining me after all and was about to get out when he bustled through the bathroom door, stripping as he did so.
“Sorry, club business,” he said.
“Anything important?” I asked as he slid into the shower with me. I made sure I didn’t stare at his dick, which was already hard, no matter how much I wanted to touch it again.
He looked annoyed and I could see his jaw tighten. “Can’t talk about it.”
“No, of course. I didn’t mean anything.” Had I said something to upset him?
“Cara, I can’t talk about it.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“Fuck!” He looked away from me and leaned against the shower wall.
I didn’t understand his sudden change in mood. I placed my hand on his back. “Is everything okay?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t even acknowledge that I was there. He was acting like a jerk, but I wasn’t going to let him. Not this time. “It was a mistake coming here. I’ll leave.” I turned to open the door but he reached out for me.
“Shit. No, don’t go.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and turned so he was facing me. “It’s complicated, but you can’t go, not yet. I don’t want you to.”
“Colt.”
Before I could protest again, he leaned forward and kissed me hungrily. My body responded immediately. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, and I moaned softly against his lips. His hands were everywhere over my slippery flesh.
Maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe he’d just had a bad phone call. It wasn’t about me,
and I shouldn’t have made it about me. As he leaned me against the tile wall and lifted me up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to forget about his mood change.
Without breaking contact with my mouth he parted my legs. I wrapped them around his waist as he thrust into me deeply. I gasped, not expecting him to take me so quickly or forcefully.
He held my hips up as he continued to fuck me. He didn’t let up, even when the water splashed over our faces and I had to close my eyes so it wouldn’t blind me.
Each push felt deeper and harder than the last. It was raw and primal and unlike how we’d been before. He grunted with each movement.
I braced myself by holding onto his shoulders as I felt the now familiar heat rising from my sex, bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
We were both breathing heavily, both on the cusp of exploding into a jumble of pleasurable cries and screams.
“You’re so easy to fuck, Cara,” he said. I didn’t know what he meant by that, but I didn’t care because at that moment I wanted him to fuck me forever if it was going to be like this. I was so lost in this rawness of our bodies that it took me by surprise as the orgasm erupted inside me.
“Oh god!” I screamed out as my body shuddered around his cock, which didn’t relent in using me for it’s own pleasure.
Colt’s grunts came louder until he came inside me with one final deep push.
Chapter 13
“Fuck! I can’t do this. You need to leave,” said Colt.
I’d just pulled my jeans up and was almost dressed when I spun around to see if he was joking or not. He wasn’t dressed yet, the blue towel dangling low on his waist, threatening to fall off. Part of me wished it did, just so I could glimpse his perfect body again in all its delicious glory.
I leaned back onto his double bed and rubbed my hand invitingly over the bedspread. “Are you sure you want me to go?” I lowered my lashes seductively, wondering when I had become so shameless.
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