Colton Farms

by M. E. Parker

  “What about all the rest of the time you were in New York?”

  “Well, I wasn’t going to just hand it over to some guy I met in a club one night.”

  “What about some guy you met in a diner one night?” He asked with a mischievous grin.

  I reached over playfully smacked him on the arm. “Now you’re just making fun of me.”

  “I’m not Claire. Well, maybe teasing a little.” He reached up and put both hands on my cheeks. “But it makes me admire you more. I think you should wait for the right guy. Whoever he is, he’ll be damn lucky. That’s for sure.”

  I want it to be you. His hands were clutching my face. Our eyes were locked. He finally pulled me towards him. Our lips met for one soft sensuous kiss. He looked up at me with questioning eyes, as if to ask if it was okay. Our lips met for another and then another. He pulled back again. This time I moved towards him wanting to taste him, wanting to feel the softness of his lips against mine. As soon as our lips touched, mine parted, as if by instinct, needing more, craving more. Our tongues danced in harmony. Every second that passed with his mouth on mine made me want more. It was too much and too little all at the same time. I had never felt this way. I ran my fingers through his soft hair pulling him closer to me with desperation. I couldn’t get enough. The kiss was perfect. He was perfect.

  Then he pulled away. No don’t stop. Please don’t stop. “God Claire. You are so fucking perfect,” he whispered in my ear. Jack rested his forehead on mine as we both tried to catch our breath. I was just about to claim his mouth with mine for a second time when he pulled away. I could tell he didn’t want to, I could see it in his eyes, that he was having some sort of internal struggle. I clasped my fingers around the back of his neck. “Kiss me again Jack.” I whispered smiling at him. He smiled back at me as he unclasped my fingers, moving my arms in front of him. He leaned down and kissed both of my hands.

  “You, little girl, are drunk,” he said as he playfully tapped my nose with his index finger. “Time for you to go to bed.”

  “No way. I’m not tired.” I whined.

  He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “Come on Claire. You have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow is the first day of Claire Hawkins’ new life. Now go to the bathroom and brush your teeth. I’m putting you to bed. I’ll meet you in there.”

  I giggled as I stood up, “Well since you’re taking me to bed, I guess I’ll meet you in there.”

  I could hear him call from the kitchen, “Putting you to bed, not taking you to bed, there’s a difference Freckles.”

  I stood in front of the mirror brushing my teeth, wishing I could sober up. My mind was cloudy from the whiskey. But my body knew what it wanted. I wanted Jack more than I had ever wanted anything. Everything felt completely right when I was in his arms. That kiss wasn’t enough. I had to have more. I heard him walk in the bedroom. I took off my sweater and adjusted my tank top. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Feeling extra brave, I peeled off my leggings and threw them in a pile in the corner of the bathroom. If he wasn’t going to give me more, I wanted him to see what he was missing. I opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorway. He was pulling an extra pillow and a blanket from the closet.

  “You know Jack, the bed is big enough for the both of us. There’s no need for you to sleep on the couch.” Wow. I can’t believe I just said that. He looked over his shoulder to see me standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a white tank top and my pink lace thong. His eyes shifted downward as he when he realized I was basically wearing nothing.

  “Damn Claire. Are you trying to kill me?”

  “What, you didn’t expect me to sleep in my leggings and a sweater, did you?” I smiled at him before I walked extra slowly towards the bed so that he could get a good view of me from behind. I was shamelessly teasing him, but I didn’t care.

  “You better get that lush little ass to bed before I lose it, Freckles.”

  I slid into the bed where he had turned down the covers. He walked over and stood beside me. I was hoping he would tell me to scoot over, but instead, he picked up a bottle of water from the bedside table and twisted off the top. “Here, drink this. All of it.” Then he handed me two Advil. “Take these too. If you don’t, you’re going to feel like shit in the morning. I’ll be right back. Drink all of that.” He said as he walked into the bathroom.

  When he came out, he walked back over and stood beside me again. He pulled back the covers a little. “Scooch down.” I don’t know why, but I just did what he said snuggling into the fresh smelling cotton sheets. He tucked me in and turned off the lamp beside me. Then he crouched down beside the bed and brushed my hair away from my face. “Sleep well pretty girl.” He whispered as he kissed me on the forehead. “I wish you weren’t leaving me tomorrow.”

  “Me neither.” I hated the thought of it. It made my stomach turn. One night with him wasn’t enough. “Jack,” I called to him before he left the room.

  “Yeah?”

  “Thanks for taking care me tonight.”

  “Don’t thank me, Claire. There’s no need.”

  Chapter Five—Jack

  I tossed the pillow and blanket on the couch and started to unbutton my shirt. Losing my patience, I just ripped it over my head and tossed it on the chair across the room. I sat down on the couch running my fingers through my hair. ‘Oh boy, am I fucked,’ I thought to myself as I jerked off my boots and threw them across the room. I stood up and peeled off my jeans, which provided a small amount relief. I was rock hard. I fell back down on the couch covering myself with the blanket and then I leaned back on the pillow wishing that she would escape my thoughts. I had a feeling it would be a long time before that would happen.

  Jesus, she was perfect in every way imaginable. When I saw her walk into the diner tonight, I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But when I saw her standing in the kitchen tonight, stripped free of the makeup, with her honey locks falling down her shoulders in waves, I couldn’t breathe for a second. The little smattering of freckles across her cute little nose flowing down onto her ivory cheeks caused me to lose my breath. I hadn’t even realized that I had closed the distance between us. I didn’t realize that I had touched her beautiful hair. It was like I couldn’t stop myself. As soon as I realized I was touching her, I backed away.

  It would be so much easier if she was who I had originally thought—a spoiled, shallow, selfish, rich girl. But she wasn’t that at all. She was generous, kind, and intelligent. Oh God, she was sweet. So sweet. I couldn’t believe I told her about Tiffany. It was something I never talked about, even to my closest friends. But it was easy and natural to open up to her. It was like we had known each other for years.

  When she told me she didn’t want to work for her dad and that he expected her to marry some douchebag that she didn’t love, a fierce need to protect her bubbled up within every fiber of my being. It was something I’d never felt before. I couldn’t come to terms with it. She wasn’t mine to protect. She never would be. I knew I needed to steer clear of her, but it was like I had no choice. And for the love of god, when she told me she was a virgin, I wanted her even more, which I didn’t think was possible. Just the thought of being the first to be inside her was more than I could fathom.

  Before she told me, I was resigned to the idea of taking her, of having her, even if it was only for tonight. But when I realized she was so pure, I couldn’t do it. There was no way I could sleep with that beautiful, innocent, and vulnerable girl, even if she wanted me. I couldn’t take that from her, knowing that she may regret it later. Damn it! Everything felt so right about her. That kiss. Jesus, that kiss. It was more and better than any sex I had ever had before, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like to be inside her. I didn’t even know how I managed to stop myself.

  And just now, seeing her in those sweet pink, lace panties, it was more than I could stand. I had never been that turned on before. I couldn’t help but picture her again in that little t
ank top with her firm, round breasts and hard nipples. When she turned her back to me and intentionally showed me that lush ass, it was all I could do not to touch her. It literally took everything I had to stop myself from taking her right then and there.

  Whatever chemistry there was between us, it needed to stop. I needed to come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t mine—she never could be. She wasn’t meant to be here. I knew that. But hell, if it didn’t stop me from wanting her. I wanted every part of her in a way I had never wanted anything else. As hard as I tried to put her out of my mind, I couldn’t do it. I needed relief. I thought about jerking off like some damn teenager, but I couldn’t do it, knowing she was right there in the next room. It didn’t seem right.

  I didn’t think sleep would ever come, but apparently it did because I was startled awake by a clap of thunder followed by her scream. I sat up on the couch immediately trying to acclimate to my surroundings. I quickly checked my watch, it was 3:30 in the morning. I jumped up and raced towards the bedroom door. Before I could open it, she threw the door open herself. There she was, standing there looking like the most beautiful thing I had ever seen with her beautiful and confused eyes and I couldn’t help but glance down at her sweet little pink lace panties.

  Just then, lightning struck, bringing a bright light cascading over the cabin through the wall of windows. Another thunderclap followed immediately. She jumped and screamed again throwing her arms around me. And god help me, I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping her in my arms. The rain began to beat down on the flimsy tin roof of the cabin. “Shhhh…Claire, it’s okay. It’s just a thunderstorm. You’re safe.” She clung to me like she was hanging on for her life. I could feel the beautiful soft waves of her hair and her heated cheek burrowing against my chest. It was as if she couldn’t get close enough and it made me want to pull her in closer. I just stood there and held her. It could have been a few minutes or even a few hours. I didn’t know. All I knew was that I didn’t want to let her go.

  “Jack.” She looked up at me with those beautiful aqua eyes.

  “I’m here. You’re fine Freckles.” I smiled at her.

  “I’m sorry. It just startled me, it felt like I was right in the middle of the storm.”

  “There’s no sound insulation. You’re okay though, it’s safe.”

  She looked up at me again. This time I could see that it wasn’t for assurance, she wasn’t scared anymore. She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I couldn’t help but lean down to kiss her. I had to claim her mouth with mine. It was all too much. There was barely anything between us. I was only wearing boxer briefs and I knew that she had to feel how hard I was.

  She pressed her body against me and surrendered her mouth to mine. Our tongues were dancing in synchronized harmony as if they had practiced for years. Our bodies fit together like they were made for each other. My hunger for her grew as I reached for her hair and entwined my fingers in it desperately needing to be closer to her. My other hand escaped her back moving to caress her breast and run my thumb over her taut nipple. She pressed in closer to me, a slight moan escaping from her soft lips. She felt like home to me. She felt like everything to me. I had to stop. I wanted her too much.

  I broke free of our desperate hold on one another and took a step back. “Claire.” Her name sounded so sweet on my lips. “I’m sorry. We have to stop. I can’t do this.” I was breathing heavily and so was she. When I looked down at her, her breasts were rising and falling as she tried as hard as I was to regulate her breathing. I missed her as our bodies broke free from touching one another. I wanted more. I needed more.

  “Jack.” Her breathing was ragged and so was mine. I had never felt such an intense need.

  “Claire, we can’t. I want you. I want you more than anything. But I can’t take something that isn’t mine. You’ve been drinking tonight. You’ve had a world of shit come falling down on you today. I could never forgive myself if you woke up in the morning with regret.”

  “I don’t think I could ever regret it, Jack. I mean that.” Her big beautiful eyes looked up at me. Need. Want. Lust. I saw it. She was filled up with it, the same as me. But it didn’t matter. I couldn’t take advantage of her. I couldn’t trust what she was really feeling right then.

  “I can’t. We can’t.” I said trying, at this point, to convince myself, more than her.

  “Okay.” She said with barely a whisper. I pulled her back against me and leaned down to kiss her on top the head.

  I turned to walk back towards the couch, willing myself to steer clear and it was painful.

  “Jack, wait.”

  “Yeah Freckles?” I asked smiling back at her, hoping she understood.

  “I know we can’t…” God, she was so innocent, she couldn’t even say it out loud. “But could you come lay beside me? I just want to be close to you tonight.”

  As much as I knew I needed to tell her no, I couldn’t.

  “Just let me put a couple of logs on the fire, I’ll meet you in there.” I was kicking myself for not standing my ground. Nothing good could come of this. Nothing at all.

  I slipped under the covers beside her, grateful that her back was turned towards me. I laid there awake for a few seconds wondering if I could stay there all night—being that close to her, without touching her. I closed my eyes, praying for sleep to come when she nestled herself up against me. I couldn’t help but take her in my arms. With everything I had, it felt as if she was meant to be there. My erection pressed into her perfect ass and she scooted closer to me, rubbing up against it. I felt an unintended moan escape from my lips. The feel of her body against mine was almost more than I could take.

  Out of nowhere, she flipped around, her chest pressed into mine and her arms pulled me in closer. “Jack.” She whispered, causing my cock to become harder than anything I had ever felt before. This woman had the power to bring me to my knees and I knew it. As sure as the sun would rise in the East tomorrow, I knew that Claire Hawkins owned me.

  I immediately covered her mouth with mine devouring her in an uncontrolled frenzy. Her soft lips reciprocated with hunger and need. I softly dragged my teeth against her lower lip and she moaned lifting her hips as I clutched on to her breast running my thumb across her nipple. In seconds, I was on top of her. “You are so beautiful.” I repeated over and over as my tongue and lips ran down her neck. My hips were moving against her. My hardness against her pink lace moving back and forth, back and forth, needing more, wanting so much more. Her hips bucked towards mine needing more friction. Her knees fell further apart asking for more. Her breathing was uncontrolled. I was losing it.

  I was so turned on, I could have probably come right then. A voice of reason somehow, some way, kicked in my head. ‘Don’t do this to her. She’s not yours to take.’ I pulled away. “Shit Claire. We can’t, it’s not right.” I sat up. She immediately turned on her side away with her back to me. A coolness swept over my steaming body. It was the worse feeling in the world, being apart from her.

  “I’m sorry Jack.” She whispered.

  She’s sorry? I’m the one who lost control. I’m the one who almost took what wasn’t mine to take. “Turn over baby, lie on your back,” I said as I crept back down beside her. I turned on my side and propped my head up with my fist as she wiggled onto her back. I studied her angelic face that was partially illuminated by the firelight cascading through the bedroom door. Her big beautiful blue eyes pierced mine. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I just want you too much and you’re not mine to take.” I traced the outline of her jaw with my finger and moved it down her neck to her collarbone.

  “I just need you so much, Jack.”

  I knew she meant it. I needed her too. I needed her in a way I had never needed anything else. But I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t take what wasn’t mine. “I need you too. You don’t know how much.” I said moving my finger down to trace the outline of her nipple through her shirt. Something
in me wanted to give her the release she needed. I knew for certain that I couldn’t be inside her tonight, but I could make her feel good. I could give her what she needed. I wanted to. I needed to.

  “Let me touch you, Claire. Can I touch you?”

  “Please.” She whispered.

  “Look at me, baby. Look at me. I want to look into your eyes.” I didn’t know why it had all become so intimate. It shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it. She gazed up at me, her eyes filled not only with passion, but also with hope and trust. She stared into my eyes as my hand traveled from her breast down her flat, soft stomach. I began to stroke her pink lace as she looked into my eyes. “Does that feel good?”

  She moaned as I gently ran my fingers ran across her saturated panties. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I could feel it. I gently pulled her knee to the side so that she would open for me as I pushed aside her lace. My finger was gliding gently between her folds. She was so wet and ready. I was consumed by her as she continued to stare into my eyes. “Do you trust me, Claire? I got you. I’m gonna make you feel good.” I said as I found her clit and began stroking it.

  “Oh god Jack, it feels so good.” She said squeezing her eyes shut.

  “Don’t close your eyes baby, I want you to look at me when you come.”

  Her hips began to buck up against my hand. Her legs parted. She moaned, and her cheeks turned red as she smiled at me. I could see one of her hands fist the sheets when I slid a finger inside her. She liked it. God was she tight. She felt like heaven. I moved my finger in and out of her slowly as I continued to rub her clit with my thumb. She moaned again. I pushed in another finger and she began moving her hips against my fingers taking her own pleasure. I touched her harder and faster sensing what she needed. “God Claire, you feel incredible. Indescribable.”

  Her thighs began to quiver. She was shaking. I knew she was close. “Let go. Let go, pretty girl,” I whispered. “I got you, Claire. I got you.” I said to her as she exploded. I could feel the wetness surround my fingers as her body pulsed around them.