“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to toss you in one of those lifeboats and row us ashore.”
“We wouldn’t make it far.” The image of fucking her under the moonlight in the lifeboat is almost too much for me. The last hour of this harbor cruise is going to be painful.
But, then again, it doesn’t have to be, does it?
“Come up to the upper deck with me.” I extend my hand.
She raises one eyebrow but doesn’t argue or question me. Instead, she slips her dainty fingers in mine and follows me up the steep stairs to the crisp air above. Walking her to the bow of the ship, we stop at the guardrail and watch as the stars speckle the sky and listen to the water slide by the hull. Pulling her into me tight, I kiss her slowly but deliberately, allowing my fingers to trail down the side of her neck as my kisses stray across her jawline and down to her collarbone. She shivers in my arms, so I shield her from the wind, turning my back against the breeze swirling around us.
As my fingers trail down over her skirt to the edge, I pull the hem up, slowly inching it up toward her plump, round ass. “No, wait, we can’t do this here! It’s too cold.” It sounds like she’s whispering in my ear, but to hear her above the waves and wind, she’s probably yelling.
“Not to worry.” I continue tugging the hem upward. “I can warm you up.”
“But, we can’t! What about them?” She flings her head backward toward the skeleton crew inside the berth.
“Come with me,” I growl, tugging her hand as I lead the way to the side of the ship. I look around, but we’re completely alone. Between the cold wind whipping around us and the fact the dinner is still being served inside, we have the privacy she craves.
“Trust me, it’s just us up here. Besides, there’s no way I’m waiting until we dock to have you. I need your body against mine, here. Now.” I yank her dress the rest of the way up and draw a thin, invisible line up the inside of her clenched thigh, pushing my fingers between them to her soaking wet center. I smile as her juices coat my fingertips, proof she’s just as turned on as I am right now.
Twisting her around, I wrap my arms around her and press my rigid cock up against her ass. “I can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy again. I want you to cum on my cock.” I push her shoulders, guiding her down to her hands and knees on the deck. I hold my wide hand between her shoulder blades, kneeling behind her, and gently but firmly push her head down to the floor. Watching her soft ass swaying with the rocking boat has me transfixed.
No woman should be this sexy. It’s a crime against men’s restraint. I know I’m throwing mine to the wayside as I pull her pink thong to the side and admire the rosy flesh exposed inside her lips. Pearly beads of desire have formed in her entrance, enticing me, exciting me. I can’t resist. In less than a second, I free my cock from my pants and slide it up and down, teasingly just inside her pussy. Her nectar covers my cock, making it easily slide inside her to the core, despite how tight she is. She fits around me like a custom leather glove, her warmth surrounding me as I thrust my cock into her hard.
Even over the crashing waves, her moans fill the air around us. She’s calling out my name as I fuck her like I’m trying to break through the deck below us. She twists her ass, pushing back against me every time I bottom out in her, giving me the deepest access to her center possible. Reaching around her hips, I make quick work of finding her sensitive nub hidden in her mound. Pressing just above her button, I move my finger in little circles, easily sliding with her natural lubricant dripping on my fingertip. Suddenly, she stops moving. Her pussy clenches and trembles around my cock, milking it for my seed as she lets out her siren song for passing boats. There’s no mistaking when this woman is cumming. If her body doesn’t tell you loud enough, her screams will.
My balls tighten and clench as I slam my cock into her faster. Faster than I think I’ve ever fucked anyone. With her muscles bearing down on me, she’s as tight as a virgin against my thick girth. The familiar sensation rises in my lower stomach as I fill her with my cum, holding her tight against me. When the last tremors stop and I’ve emptied my seed, I lean over her, just lying still against her on the wet, cold deck. Neither of us minds the noticeably frigid seawater cresting over the deck and spraying us.
When I stand up, I pull Isabella to her feet and smooth her skirt back down over her ass. Although, it’s a damned shame that she should cover it. Within a couple of minutes, we’re both squared away and back down below where the heat of the cabin is like pinpricks against my icy skin. Our food is cold, we’re both freezing and a little damp, but neither of us is complaining. We’ve managed to sidestep a much bigger agony, waiting for this sail to end before enjoying each other the way we just did. Although, truth be told, the hour or so we have left on this boat is still a long damned time before I can throw her on my bed and rip off her clothes again.
16
Isabella
As soon as Colt’s condo door clicks behind me, he starts pulling the top down on my strapless dress, exposing my diamond nipples. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other the entire way home, making out in the back of the cab like a couple of teenagers while the driver pretended not to notice.
Colt’s breath is hot against my skin as he drags his lips from my mouth, across my jaw to my ear. “I can’t wait another second,” he breathes as he pulls my dress up, revealing pink lace panties. “I need you right now.”
He pulls my underwear down my thighs and lifts me up, resting my exposed ass on the table in the entryway. In less than a few seconds, he tugs them off and unzips his pants, pulling his rigid cock out. I open my legs wide in anticipation of his girth, and he slides into my wet pussy, hitting my head back against his wall with his assertive entry. Colt’s mouth surrounds my nipple, his tongue flickering over it wildly as he fucks me hard. My senses are on overload as the pleasure from his tongue thrashing against my nipple and the intensity of his cock relentlessly thrusting into my eager pussy collide in an explosion of white light.
My body tenses and twitches, gripping his cock from inside as my moans grow uncontrollable. Colt holds me in place on the table and quickly pumps into me before gripping my skin tight. His muscles flex under his shirt as his cock throbs inside me, releasing his seed. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him in tighter to my body as he fills me.
Still holding me steady, Colt kisses my swollen lips and slowly pulls out of me. I immediately feel empty without him inside me as he gently lifts me from the table and rests my feet back on the ground.
“Won’t you come in?” he teases, quickly buttoning his pants back up. Clasping my hand, he doesn’t wait for my response, instead leading me down the hall to his bedroom.
I love the unhurried circles Colt traces on my thigh as I smile at the evidence of our sex marathon around his room. I didn’t think I could ever meet my match in the bedroom, but I’m utterly exhausted, lying naked in his arms.
“Do you ever picture how your life is going to be in the future?” he murmurs, interrupting my lazy thoughts.
“How do you mean?” I wiggle my toes against his, enjoying the tangled knot our legs are in.
“I don’t know. Some things are meant to be, I guess. Like, I’m finally in a place in my life where I want to get serious about dating and who knows… maybe even settle down in a bit. Then you end up in my life, like an answer to my dreams.”
He kisses my shoulder, and I smile. “Well, in fairness, you sorta tracked me down, though. It’s not like we bumped into each other at a grocery store or something.”
“True. True.” He chuckles good-naturedly. “But I didn’t know if you would be married or seeing someone by now. I couldn’t plan for any of that. I just had to go on blind faith.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” I admit, pulling his arms around me tighter.
“So am I,” he murmurs. “But you didn’t answer my question. I want to know what you see in your future. Is it a career? Children? Both?”
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p; “I don’t know.” I sigh heavily. “I thought I had it all worked out, but life is throwing me a few curve balls.”
“How so?”
“Well, I applied for school because I really want to get my teaching degree. And I got accepted.”
“Congratulations!”
“Yeah, well, thanks, but it doesn't really matter now. I didn’t get enough funding for my tuition, so that dream is on hold for the time being.”
“No! You can’t just give up. If it’s a dream, you have to pursue it. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
I roll over, facing him, and give him a quick kiss. “I’m not giving up. It’s just on hold. There’s nothing more I can do right now.”
Colt bites his lip as his eyebrows push together. “That’s not entirely true,” he says slowly.
“How do you figure? What am I supposed to do? Go rob a bank?”
“No.” He laughs, giving me a little kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’d be happy to give you the money.”
“What? No way. I’m not taking your money. I’ll figure it out on my own. No offense, I do appreciate the offer, but no. No. There’s just no way I’m taking money from you.”
“Listen, don’t shut it down so quickly. Let me tell you something.” Colt trails his fingers down the side of my face and tilts my chin until our eyes meet. “You know, if I hadn’t pushed my ego to the side years ago and taken help when it was offered, I would’ve never gotten my first company off the ground. Then who knows where I’d be today. Not here.”
“What do you mean? Who helped you out?”
“When I retired from the SEALs, I didn’t exactly have stacks of cash to help me with my dream of building an app. Banks laughed in my face. But it was important to me.”
“What was the app?” I like Colt as the business man I’ve gotten to know, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit thinking about him when he was a SEAL is a huge turn on. To think the man I’m lying next to was once a part of such an elite team almost makes me want to hop on top of him again.
“It was to help military vets with PTSD. A lot of people come back from combat with wounds we can’t see. I lost a close buddy of mine from the SEALs to suicide because of PTSD.” His voice chokes on emotion.
“I’m so sorry.” I look up at him. There’s a dark toll that is paid by our men and women in uniform. We often forget that.
Colt clears his throat loudly and steadies himself. “So, after that, I was determined to do something to help,” he continues. “I made an app that made it a lot easier for vets who were clogged up in the system to get in with a doctor for mental health. It cut down the wait time drastically,” he explains.
“Wow,” I breathe. “That’s an amazing idea.” I love that Colt didn’t just retire from the SEALs and never look back. It’s clear his whole life has been dedicated to his brothers-in-arms. From the app to his job now as the head of an organization that’s dedicated to helping families who lost a mother or father to war. His loyalty to the heroes who have kept us safe is clear.
“Well, thank you. I like to think it’s helped.” He looks into my eyes. “But guess what?”
“What?”
“The banks didn’t care if it was a good idea or not. They just saw a man with no money and a dream, and they passed. Who knows how many vets might not still be with us today if my brother hadn’t stepped in and loaned me the start-up money.” He hammers his point home.
Pride goeth before the fall is how my father would word it.
He smiles, his eyes fogging over a little. “Anyway, his help changed my life. Let me do the same for you.”
I chew on my lip like it’s made of bubble gum. My mind keeps flipping back and forth over his offer. “Well, I need to think about it,” I finally spit out. “But I’ll tell you one thing. If I do accept, I will be paying you back. In full. I won’t take your money unless you agree to that.” I look straight in his eyes.
“That’s fair. I can live with those terms.” He smiles broadly, and I snuggle into his hard chest. I know I said I have to think about it, but I’d be a fool to turn down this opportunity.
“How about you sleep on it?” Colt yawns, making me yawn back in response.
“I will.”
Colt is already lightly snoring against my shoulder. My mind is racing, and my throat is dry, so I slip my limbs out from his and make my way down the hall to the kitchen to quench my thirst. Halfway down the hall, I notice the door to his office is open a crack, and the eerie blue light from his computer has painted the room. Pausing for a moment, I look around from the doorway, but the next thing I know I’ve stepped inside the room. I know I shouldn’t be in here. I’m not even sure what’s possessing me to look around his bookshelves and tables.
My eyes sweep the office and everything looks as you’d expect. Why am I being so nosy? Get the hell out of here! Making my way to the door, my hand is on the knob when something catches my eye. It’s out of place and out of context amongst the stacks of papers and books. I lift the fuzzy, brown stuffed bear from the corner of the large chair. With its big red bow and “I love NYC” sweater on, it’s really adorable. The tag dangling from its foot is swaying slightly in the night air, tempting me to read it. I take a quick look over my shoulder, like a criminal making sure the coast is clear, and pluck the tag between my fingers. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”
Who’s ‘sweetheart’? Colt? A woman? I put the bear back where I found it and quickly slip out of the room. My mind spins as I down another glass of water. I want to wake Colt up and ask him about the bear, but I don’t want to admit I was sneaking around his condo while he was sleeping. Is it something he kept out of sentimentality? It seemed brand-new, so I doubt it.
As I creep back down the hall and climb into bed with Colt, I watch him sleep as the moonlight splashes over his face. He might be the first guy you’ve bothered to get to know, but that doesn’t mean you know him. Don’t fool yourself. As I lie next to him and drift off to sleep, I wonder about the parts of Colt’s life I’m not a part of. How can I feel so close to someone who is still such a mystery? And how long will it take until I really know Colt Grant?
17
Colt
After hours of board meetings, there’s nothing I want more than to somehow instantly transport to the hotel. All week I’ve been looking forward to being locked up in a penthouse suite with Isabella. I doubt we’ll leave the room until check-out. Hell, I doubt we’ll leave the bed.
Twenty-six missed calls. Twenty-fucking-six. How is that even possible? I only had my ringer on silent for a little over an hour. Scrolling through the page of numbers, they’re all from the same source: Lisa. Of course they are.
Calling her back, the phone doesn’t even ring one time before she answers it. “Where are you?” She shrieks in my ear, forcing me to pull my cell away from my head by a foot.
“Lisa, calm down. Tell me what’s wrong.” I start rolling out my placating voice for her, the one I’ve practiced using on her for over a year now.
“Don’t you tell me to fucking calm down, Trevor!”
“Colt,” I interrupt.
“I know who you are! Now you tell me, who the fuck do you think you are?” Her voice cracks and her sorrow fills my phone. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” She cries.
“Please, just tell me what’s going on. Where’s Mom?” I still haven’t found a stable nanny Lisa will agree to, so I arranged for my mother to stay with Madison instead.
“Is that your answer? You fucking abandon me, you abandon your family, Trevor. You’re off gallivanting around New York City like some kind of hotshot, and you think you can just send your mother over here and everything is going to be all right? What are you even doing there? Why did you walk out on us?” Her pitch is starting to drill into my eardrum.
“Lisa, please, can you please just breathe? We can talk about this, okay? But first, I need you to tell me where Madison and Mom are. Can you do that for me, please?” It’s a fine line to
walk between concern and condescension. Spiderwebs are thicker.
“You’re cheating on me, aren’t you? Aren’t you! Just admit it!” She’s hysterical and my stomach is a block of ice as I try to figure out how to get there in less than four hours. There’s no telling where Madison is. I don’t think I’m going to get any straight answers from her in this state.
Holy fuck, I’ve never heard her this bad before. Is she drunk?
“Lisa! Where’s Madison? Fucking answer me or I’m calling the cops right now.” I’m done with this bullshit. Nice didn’t work.
“Are you threatening me? I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you.” Her voice is suddenly so calm. It’s eerie. A chill washes over me. “Maybe you should call the cops!” Her tone swings back to screaming in a single breath. “Because I can’t fucking do this anymore. I can’t. I don’t want to live like this. It’s no way for us to fucking live. Madison and I deserved more from you, but you walked out on us. You expect me to live here and raise your kid while you fuck around in the Big Apple? Fuck you,” she wails. My phone is filled with her sobs. She sounds like a lost child.
“Please.” My voice cracks with fear. “Please, Lisa. I didn’t abandon you. I promise you, okay? But we can talk about that. We can talk about all of this. Just, please, tell me where Madison is.”
“I’m going to take her with me. She can’t be in this world either. It’s too dark. It’s just too fucking dark. She’s like me, you know. She’s attracted to the darkness. I can’t let her grow up like that. It’s worse to let her grow up like that, Trev,” she rambles.
“No, look, Lisa, you don’t mean that. Okay? Just hang tight. I will be there tonight. We can talk about this. Okay? We can make this better together. Don’t you want it to get better?”
“There is nothing left! You took away all my better days. You stole them from me. I have nothing left to live for. Nothing!” She cries and the phone goes silent.
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