Mile High Madness: Six Colorado Contemporary Romances

by Annabelle Anders

  Because it wasn’t working on him.

  And regardless of pretending this was a platonic visit, it had been premeditated. For she’d gone out and bought the two of them enough condoms that they could likely stay locked up together for nearly a week.

  Oh, hell, yes.

  Barely removing his mouth from her, he locked the deadbolt on the door and led her into his mother’s dining room. “I believe you mentioned something about a dining room table.” Chaz wouldn’t give her the chance to change her mind.

  Her eyes flew open, as though shocked, but she followed him meekly into the room anyhow. Upon reaching the table, she ran her hand in a slow seductive motion along the polished surface.

  “Turn around,” he told her. She didn’t seem to know what he meant, just stared wide-eyed.

  He pivoted her so that she faced the end of the table with her back to him. Bending her forward, he positioned her in a manner that gave him delicious access to her ass.

  She held the position obediently.

  “I’ve only got one hand, Penny, so you’re gonna have to work with me.”

  She mewled a little.

  “Get on your knees.”

  After she hesitated about thirty seconds, Chaz gave her a little slap. When she finally moved, he held her dress so that it wouldn’t be trapped beneath her.

  This was new to him but with his injury, he was going to have to be creative.

  Because she didn’t realize it yet, but this delightful pose he’d put her in was for her own good.

  Finding the hem of her dress, he lifted it up her legs, all the way to her waist.

  Fucking right, she wasn’t done with him either. She’d come to him bare assed under that pretty little dress.

  “Chaz? What are you doing? I thought…”

  She clenched when he nipped at the skin inside her thighs. He pushed her knees further apart. This wasn’t enough. More… He wanted better access.

  Oh, such pretty red lips, glistening already.

  He wanted to eat her first, drink her, then feel her coming around his tongue.

  Feeling inventive, he pulled a chair up for himself. He couldn’t support himself very well and he wanted to have his hand free to do… whatever the fuck he wanted to do.

  She was spread out before him like a feast.

  Perfect.

  “Chaz, I know what this is but I’ve never, I mean, nobody has ever… what am I supposed to do?”

  Staring at the red plump skin at her apex, he leaned forward and growled. “Not a fucking thing, babe, not a fucking thing.” And then he clutched one cheek with his good hand and flicked his tongue into her creases. She tasted sweet and salty and milky wet.

  She was already swollen, throbbing.

  She wanted this.

  She needed this.

  He lengthened the stroke of his tongue and dug in deeper.

  Moving with him, she was panting already. “Chaz, fuck, Chaz, oh, my God!” He gave her a quick but solid slap. The sting on his hand perfectly matched the heat on her skin.

  She seemed even wetter now.

  He rubbed his hand in a circle and plunged his tongue inside again.

  She bucked. “Oh, God, Chaz!”

  He slapped her again.

  Then, testing her, he slid his thumb slightly into her ass.

  Lapping and sucking, he nipped at her bud.

  Her whimpers drove him.

  “Touch yourself, babe.” He liked to think of her touching her tits, the way she had when she’d watched him from the window. “Bring your other hand down here.” He grabbed it and placed it on her cunt. “What do you like? Work with me.”

  He leaned back and watched her finger herself, just the way he asked.

  He slapped her bottom again, satisfied to see the red handprint left behind.

  And then he put three fingers at her opening and pressed inside. He started slowly and increased his pace as his mouth joined his fingers. He sucked and finger fucked her at the same time.

  The table shook a little as he increased his motions.

  And then she was shuddering, and shaking, and coming around his mouth.

  Just the way he’d wanted.

  She lay still for a minute and then acted like she might move.

  But he held her legs in place and stood up. “Don’t move.”

  Grabbing the strip of condoms, Chaz stared at it for a second before tearing one off with his teeth. He used his teeth, again, to open the package and then rolled it on with one hand. He was so fucking hard. He still couldn’t believe he’d had to stop earlier today. He’d make this up to himself right now.

  “Now, Chaz.” She whimpered a little when he placed his cock in the soft wetness where his mouth had just been. And then, holding her steady, he slammed himself in.

  As much as he liked her on top of him, he was happy to be in control.

  The table shook when he thrust again.

  She felt so fucking good. She was the perfect depth, the perfect shape, the perfect tightness.

  He slammed into her again and wrapped his arm around her waist. “You okay, babe? Tell me if you want to stop. I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

  “Again,” she rasped. “Fuck me hard, Chaz.”

  And he did.

  On the table, in the kitchen, in the grass, and one last time, in his bed.

  In between, they found some wine, made sandwiches, played, laughed, and joked. Chaz loved the clever ironic comments she made about everything. And he loved when she acted all shy. He loved it even more when she didn’t.

  This time, he had no problem keeping her in his bed. He didn’t know what this was between the two of them but it was more than sex.

  And he was beginning to think he could convince her to go out with him.

  On an actual date.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  A Cold Awakening

  The two of them didn’t fall asleep till after four in the morning. By that time, they had thoroughly exhausted one another.

  So much so that they didn’t hear the car pull into the drive.

  Or the rattling of keys and the opening doors.

  “Yoo hoo! Chaz, honey! I’m home! And I’ve brought you a surprise!” Mrs. Wright’s voice barely registered in Penny’s groggy mind. She reached over to the nightstand and glanced at Chaz’s phone.

  Nearly one in the afternoon!

  The sound of voices and footsteps punched their way through to her consciousness. Holy shit! It was his mother!

  And somebody else.

  Another woman.

  A younger-sounding woman.

  Wondering where the hell her dress might be, Penny had no option but to roll off of the floor and scoot under the bed just as a short knock heralded the opening of his bedroom door. “Are you decent, Chaz? Look who’s here! It’s Francine!”

  Francine? The high school girl? Except she wouldn’t be in high school anymore.

  “What the hell?” Chaz’s voice sounded annoyed and a little confused. Presumably, he hadn’t seen Penny’s ninja skills as she’d darted under the bed. Looking past the dangling sheet, Penny nearly gasped at the sight of the condom wrapper laying there. Had Chaz disposed of the wrappers they’d used downstairs? She was pretty sure he’d flushed the actual condoms.

  But where was her dress?

  “Francine’s mother heard you were back in town and since she’s on summer break, from nursing school as luck would have it, she volunteered to come take care of you. This way, I can go back to Denver with your dad and we won’t have to impose on Penny.” A pause and then, “Penny is our new neighbor. Not very sociable but she stepped up to help when the chips were down.”

  She certainly did.

  It sounded as though Mrs. Wright was standing at the foot of the bed.

  As was Francine.

  “Chaz!” Definitely Francine’s voice. Younger. And a little worshipful.

  Footsteps tapped around the bed and crunched on top of the wrappers.

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p; Stilettos?

  In Pine Springs?

  What kind of nursing was this hoochy studying?

  Then she watched as Chaz’s bare feet dropped to the floor. Hopefully, he kept the sheet over him. She knew very well he was buck stinking naked.

  As was she.

  “Hey, Franny, good to see you.” He didn’t sound as annoyed as he had at first. In fact, Penny was pretty sure they were in the middle of a welcome-back-long-lost-love sort of hug.

  She nearly moaned. Later, if she made it out of there with any dignity intact, she could cry herself a river.

  “How’s Grandma?” Chaz asked.

  Mrs. Wright was walking around and tidying things, causing Penny to slither further under the bed.

  At least Penny didn’t have to worry about her panties being discovered.

  “Dad’s concerned. Aunt Sharon is gonna drive back to Denver with me tonight. Franny has volunteered to stay all next week! Isn’t she just a doll? It’ll be like old times.”

  Fuck Franny.

  Fuck Fuck Fuck!

  “Geez, Fran, you don’t have to do that. Why don’t you spend some time with your parents?” Now Franny was sitting on the bed, very close, practically on top of Chaz. Practically in his lap.

  “I was so worried about you. Ever since you went overseas. Of course, I’m going to stay with you! You poor baby!”

  And then Mrs. Wright said, “I’ll leave the two of you to catch up. I’m going to whip up a few casseroles for you while I’m gone.”

  “Don’t worry about that, Mrs. Wright,” Franny replied. “I’m an excellent cook. I can make all of Chaz’s favorites. I’ll bet I remember what they are!”

  “Oh, wonderful! Such a delightful girl!” Mrs. Wright’s voice sounded farther away now. “In that case, I’m just going to make sure the kitchen is well stocked. I want you to have everything you need. Do you need anything from the store, Chaz?”

  “I’m good, Mom.” He sounded a little confused again.

  “Penny said you’d taken a pain pill. Are you taking your antibiotics?”

  “Of course, Mother.” He teased her a bit at that. He may be annoyed but he still showed his mom respect.

  He really was a sweet boy.

  The door clicked shut, leaving the three of them alone.

  Except Franny thought it was just the two of them, as, perhaps, did Chaz.

  Awkward!

  “Really, Franny, you don’t have to do this.” Well, that was good of him. At least he was making an effort to get rid of her.

  Except.

  Was this what things would be like? Between the two of them?

  Her hiding and him fending off younger women?

  “I want to, Chaz, for old time’s sake. I insist! That’s why I drove down with your mom.” And then the sound of… what the fuck? Was she kissing him? “You know I’d do anything for you, Chaz.”

  Penny burned inside.

  With embarrassment.

  With shame.

  With mortification.

  And with raging jealousy.

  She couldn’t go through this again.

  “Hey, Franny, I uh, kind of didn’t get much sleep last night,” Chaz said, his voice sweet, cajoling. The same tone he’d used with her when he’d told her to carefully place her legs over his shoulders. “Why don’t you wait for me downstairs while I take a shower? Then we can catch up, okay?”

  A pouty sound. “Or I could give you a sponge bath…”

  Chaz laughed, as though the old girlfriend was making a joke. But Penny knew the bitch hadn’t been joking.

  “Seriously, give me twenty minutes…” Except Penny knew it would take him about an hour. She’d had to replace his bandage last night after they’d gotten it wet. The wound was healing nicely though. It wasn’t very red, and there hadn’t been any seepage.

  “Okay, Chazzy. I’ll be waiting.” The sound of another fucking kiss, and then those strappy heels clunking across the floor and out the door.

  The room was silent for a minute and then… “Penny?” And then he was on his knees and peering under the bed. “Holy shit, I wondered where you had gone.”

  Penny dropped her face to the floor, ignoring the dust bunnies, and moaned, “This is horrible!” She just lay there, not wanting to face him and wondering how the hell she was going to get out of there. She was a grown woman and she was hiding under a bed.

  From her lover’s mother!

  “Come on, sweetheart. Come out from under there.” He disappeared for a minute and then reached under to hand her something.

  Another one of his T-shirts.

  Tears welled in her eyes. Why’d he have to be so sweet? Everything about him was perfect.

  Except for the fact that he was absolutely perfect and nearly ten years younger than her!

  Which made him all the more perfect for some other girl. Some other younger girl who hadn’t become all cynical from a bitter divorce.

  She grabbed the T-shirt and squirmed into it. At least she wouldn’t have to climb out from under the bed buck-assed naked.

  Speaking of which, as she climbed out, his hand landed on her butt. “Now that’s a fine sight to wake up to,” he joked.

  More tears welled up. When she managed to stand up, her knees creaking as she did so, she couldn’t help but look around curiously. “Do you know where my dress is?”

  Chaz shook his head. “I think it’s in the kitchen.”

  Another moan.

  He opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers. “These’ll look cute on you.” He thought this was funny!

  Didn’t he realize how mortifying this was? She snatched the shorts away from him and stepped into them. They were loose but actually, kind of comfy.

  “This isn’t funny, Chaz! How am I going to get home?”

  “All the years I snuck girls in here, I never once got caught. One night with you and I’m toast.” He grinned.

  “Cha-az!”

  He tried to look serious but wrapped his one good arm around her. Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, “Back stairs.”

  They exited into the back yard, and just as he’d promised, she didn’t even come close to being discovered.

  Until she walked up to her own front porch.

  Kent!

  She could only imagine how she must look. T-shirt, brazenly pronouncing that Pilots do it with Thrust, boxers with little airplanes all over them, and her hair twice its normal size and littered with dust bunnies.

  Kent didn’t bother trying to hide his disgust. “Penny.” He’d been sitting on the step and rose as she approached. He wore his usual weekend clothes, casual shorts and a shirt with some brand name for golf clubs. His hair had been cut recently, and he looked like he may have put on a few pounds.

  “Kent.” She had no idea what to say, so she simply followed his lead.

  “I must admit, I’m a little disappointed. At first, I thought you were ignoring me. I thought you were still angry and didn’t want to let me in. That was the first hour I waited. After that, I started to worry, since your car is parked out front. Where could she have gone? I thought. I was getting ready to call the cops.”

  Penny reached under the planter and pulled out her spare key. “You know I always hide a spare.” She winced as she stepped on a pebble. Damn, she wondered how she’d ever get those shoes back.

  And her dress!

  “Where the hell have you been? I think I deserve some sort of an explanation!” He ground out the demand between clenched teeth.

  Did he?

  Did she owe him anything?

  He followed her into the house, bringing his dark cloud of disgust with him. “Have you turned into a crazy lady since we broke up? Penny?” Now he sounded less angry. More concerned. “Do you need help, sweetheart?” Without waiting for an answer, he stalked across the room and pulled her into his arms. “I’m here for you, Pen. I know this has been a rough year but we can work this out. I know we can.”

  He smelled… so
familiar. He hugged her just a little too tightly, and then his lips sought hers clumsily. He tasted like wintergreen gum. He always tasted like wintergreen gum. There could be worse things, she supposed.

  His lips felt cold. A little too demanding.

  It took her a minute to realize that she didn’t need to pretend. She turned her head to the side and pushed him away. “No, Kent, you can’t do this.” And then the thought struck her. “What happened to butt-pillow girl?”

  “What?” He looked both hurt and confused.

  “Megan. What happened to Megan?”

  Now it was his turn to look sheepish. He glanced around the room, shoved his hand in his pockets, and then shrugged. “We broke up. It was never all that serious. I think she just liked the fact that I was a doctor. When she realized I was gonna have to keep sending you a crap load of money, she took off.”

  What was this about, anyway?

  “Only for five years,” Penny reminded him.

  He shrugged again. “It was five years too many.”

  “Look, Kent–”

  “Your mom came to visit me. She says you haven’t called her since the divorce.”

  Her mom had insisted Penny should fight to keep Kent. She’d told her that sometimes a woman needed to look beyond these little indiscretions. Especially when such indiscretions were made by a husband who was a doctor.

  Would pilots be even worse?

  And out of nowhere, she suddenly felt all-over, bone-deep tired. “Can we talk about this later?”

  She’d not had any coffee yet today and had participated in more physical activity last night than she had in years.

  And in an odd way, she felt sorry for Kent.

  His mid-life crisis woman had been using him.

  Kent ran a hand through his thinning blond hair. He had a few strands left on top but not much. They wouldn’t be there much longer.

  “I can stay here, can’t I? This godforsaken town doesn’t have a hotel, not a motel either, for that matter.”

  “There’s an extra bedroom at the back of the house.” She didn’t want him going upstairs. Somehow, she wanted to keep that private. It was hers.

  “Sounds great! How about a tour? I bought the place, after all.” And then he took it upon himself to casually looking around, opening doors and peeking into her closets. She followed him up the stairs and tried to protest when he opened the door to her office. “It’s dark in here,” And then he strode to the window, threw back the drapes, and opened the blinds.