Blue Colla Make Ya Holla

by Laramie Briscoe

  Shouldering his bag, Adam closes the distance between us, a shy smile spreading across my face when I reach up and run my fingers along his jaw. Turning his face, he nuzzles into my palm before kissing it softly. “You ready to go?” he asks, meeting my eyes again.

  “We’re not staying here?” I ask, looking down to my bare feet, kicking myself for leaving my shoes behind when I realized how my father had single handedly ruined everything and that Adam and I were too blinded by hurt to even see it.

  His face goes completely serious and he shakes his head. “There is only one place I want to be with you right now, Ainsley and it’s not here where we can be interrupted,” he replies as I hear heavy footsteps coming down the docks in our direction.

  “Are you ready to climb on board?” The unmistakable slurring of Sebastio makes me jump, his footsteps only growing louder. “I can’t wait to tear into that booty. Honestly, I was shocked when you called tonight. I didn’t expect to hear from you.”

  “You can do whatever you want to me, if you just shut the hell up. I need you to make me forget everything else tonight, but you.”

  The female voice causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up as realization sets in. My eyes fly to Adam, widening just as his are as we both realize who is coming.

  My mother.

  Grabbing me by the waist, Adam pulls me around the corner out of sight. “Did you know about this?” I whisper when he pulls the door, leaving it opened just a crack.

  Adam’s eyes harden and he shakes his head. “No, ssh.”

  “You want a drink first, babe?” Sebastio slurs, stumbling onto the boat. I can barely see them through the crack in the doorway, but I freeze when I see my mother smile seductively at him, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “We can talk about it, if you want?”

  Stepping onboard, my mother cups his groin through his jeans, squeezing hard, and I have to force myself not to throw up. “If I wanted a drink, I’d go home to that big, empty house or back to the club where I’m just the prize on Anthony’s arm.” Leaning in, she brushes her body against his and I shudder. “I’m here to take the one thing you give me that he gives to everyone but me. The last thing that I want to do is spend precious time talking about how miserable my life is.”

  “Lead the way, beautiful. You know your way around The Pearl Necklace; after all, you bought it,” he adds, waggling his brows.

  “Are you kidding me?” I whisper in disbelief as they head below deck, Sebastio slapping her ass as she walks by him making her squeal in delight. “We all went to school together. She’s known him since he was five!”

  Tightening his grip around my middle, Adam leans into my ear, his breath hot and heavy on my neck. “Compared to her, baby, Sebastio is five.” His arms slip from my waist and he takes my hand in his. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  Nodding my head, I let him lead me off the boat as quietly as possible. No way do I want to run into my mother. Talk about awkward moments to have with your parents. Seeing my mother this way only solidifies my choice further and gives me a million questions that I am not sure I want answers to. How long has she been unhappy with her life and why the hell hasn’t she done anything about it?

  Instead of doing someone twenty five years younger than her husband while he enjoys cigars and his weekly poker game…

  No way could I live a life of secrets and lies like she is. Money and security are nice, but not at the expense of my happiness. Life is too fucking short.

  Leading me down the steps, Adam takes us back down the beach toward the bar. When we reach the steps, he stops and drops his bag to the sand. “You’ll need these,” he says, kneeling to pick up one of my shoes from the ground, slipping it onto my foot before repeating the process with the other. Grabbing his bag, he stands to his feet and takes my hand, pulling me up the steps.

  Instead of going back inside the bar, Adam leads me around to the parking lot, stopping at his blue and black Harley Davidson Fat Boy. The very same beautiful bike that we rode out to his father’s cabin and the one place that I felt free. On the back of that bike, my arms wrapped tightly around Adam’s waist, I was his girl. I wasn’t Anthony and Julia Carter’s daughter, the only child of the richest family on the Eastern seaboard, who was destined to marry into money, I was just me. “You’re gonna need to slip this on,” he says, handing me his backpack. “This too,” he adds, slipping a helmet on top of my head; luckily, it isn’t one that covers my face.

  His fingers move along my chin as he adjusts the strap, tightening and checking it with his fingers. I can’t help letting my eyes drift closed when his thumb brushes over my bottom lip. My tongue darts out, tasting his skin, and he groans.

  “Ainsley,” he growls in warning. “I’m trying to be the voice of reason here, but you’re making it hard as fuck right now. After not being able to touch you,” he says running his hands up my arms. “It’s been over four years since I’ve tasted you,” his voice is a warning as he purrs against my ear. Leaning into me, he presses his groin into my hip and I moan. “I need to be inside you, baby, and I don’t want it to be because I’ve bent you over my bike, but you’re pushing me.”

  My eyes fly open. Running my fingers up his arm, I feel his muscles tensing with every touch. The minute my fingers reach the nape of his neck, it’s his turn to close his eyes. Reaching up on my tiptoes, I run my tongue along his bottom lip, humming in satisfaction when I know he is just as desperate for me as I have always been for him. “The best times of my life were spent on the back of that bike, Adam.”

  Adam mumbles something about me driving him to drink before turning and swinging a leg over his bike. Starting the engine, he twists the throttle, revving the engine as a wicked smile plays on his lips. Slipping the pack onto my shoulders, I hitch the knee length hem of my dress up just enough to climb on behind him, carefully teetering in my heels as I steady myself on the seat. Pressing my chest to his back, instantly feeling at home again, as I wrap my arms around him.

  Once I stop moving, Adam turns his head. “Hold on to me tight, baby.”

  He doesn’t have to tell me that, there’s nothing that could make me let go of him now. Pulling out of the parking lot, the wind races over my overheated skin as we head out of town on the roads that lead to Adam’s cabin on the lake.

  The engine roars as the bike eats up every inch of road. With each passing mile, I let all the shit from today, and the last four years, fade into the wind. Breathe in, breathe out. Good in, bad out. All that happened in the past is done and I won’t let it affect me anymore. Pressing my cheek to his shoulder, I close my eyes and breathe in the air and embrace the freedom I am grabbing onto with both hands.

  When Adam stops in front of the cabin, I sigh, sad to have the ride be over, but anxious to get my hands on him again. Pulling my arms free from the bag, I drop it to the ground and climb off the back of the bike. Unclasping the helmet, I walk around the front of the bike and meet Adam’s eyes as I settle it on the end of handle bars.

  “There’s some things I want to get straight, Ainsley.” Swinging his leg over, he dismounts his bike and reaches for me.

  I shake my head, taking a step back before he can grab me. “I’ve had enough serious conversation for tonight. I’ve wasted so much time worrying about shit I can’t control. It will all be there tomorrow waiting for us.” Kicking out of my shoes, I smile. “All I want is to be here, now, with you.”

  Adam steps closer, his eyes darkening. “I’ve dreamt of having you back here,” he replies, running his hands up my arms, his fingers barely touching my bare skin. “Do you remember it like I do, Ainsley?” he asks, brushing his fingers along my collarbone. “Have you ached for me like I have for you?”

  “Yes.” My answer rushes out of me on a harsh exhale when he cups my jaw, angling my face up to look into my eyes.

  “I’m not going to spend time talking about what could’ve been, we lost time and there’s nothing we can do about that now. I also
won’t deny that seeing you again today didn’t knock the wind out of me. I’ve spent years thinking that…”

  Pressing my fingers to his lips, I silence him. “I don’t want to talk anymore, Adam.” Adam nips at my fingers, wrapping his hand around my wrist, he gently presses kisses to each finger and my stomach flips at the sensation. I want that mouth on me everywhere, all at once, and I can’t wait another second.

  Glancing behind me, I step onto the path that leads past the cabin and down to the lake. Adam’s eyebrow quirks up, but he scoops up his bag and steps toward me, reaching for my waist with his free hand. “I need to touch you, Ainsley. You’re making me crazy.”

  Taking a breath, I blow it out and pull my hair over one shoulder. Reaching behind my neck, I loosen the tie of my halter dress. It falls to my hips, exposing my breasts; my nipples harden when the cool night air hits them. “Come and get me, Adam,” I reply, shoving the dress over my hips so it pools at my feet on the ground, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties.

  Dropping his bag, Adam takes two strides and engulfs me. Wrapping his arms around me, he crushes his lips to mine. “Goddamn, you’re fucking spectacular,” he growls against my mouth.

  Our tongues collide, teeth nipping playfully, my sensitive nipples rub against the worn cotton of his t-shirt as he cups my ass in his rough hands. Lifting me from the ground, Adam strides the rest of the way toward the lake, his heavy feet pounding against the dock before he stops and lies me down on it. “I’m going to have you right here, Ainsley. You’re going to scream my name and come over and over again, and no one will hear you but me,” he says, yanking his shirt over his head, giving me a closer look at the body I got a glimpse of after lunch the other day.

  The moonlight through the trees doesn’t give me much light to see all of the ink he has added, but I almost swear the metal bars through his nipples wink at me, taunting me. My mouth is watering.

  Kneeling, Adam pushes my thighs apart, his eyes heating every inch of skin as they make their way up my body. Each of his hands spanning across my thighs as they inch higher and higher, so slowly that I feel like I am going to explode if he doesn’t do something soon.

  Leaning down, Adam presses his lips just above my knee. “I bet you still taste so goddamn sweet, Ainsley, and I’m fuckin’ starved.”

  Grabbing my panties, Adam rips them away, tossing them to the dock. Pulling my thighs apart, Adam smiles wickedly and I nearly come un-fucking-hinged. Everyone has a trigger. That one thing that obliterates all rational thinking and common sense, the thing that can have us barely hanging on the edge of sanity. For me, it’s Adam. This is what he does to me, what no one since has, or ever would. He stokes the embers that burn within me to a full on blaze. There is no hope for ever putting it out, it can’t be tamed. With Adam James, I am destined to burn, and there’s no better way to go.

  His lips brush over my mound making me arch my hips. I feel him smile against me, his tongue darting out to taste my fevered skin. Cupping my ass, Adam tilts my hips how he wants them and parts me before latching onto my clit without hesitation. His tongue flicks rhythmically against the hardening bundle of nerves. I try to tilt my hips upward, desperate for more of his mouth, but he doesn’t allow it. He growls against my clit and I moan a long, loud, desperate plea, only making him do it again. Adam is determined to draw this out, to make it last, and I don’t blame him.

  I never want him to stop.

  “More, Adam, please,” I beg, but he simply wraps an arm across my lower abdomen to keep me still.

  I lean up on my elbows, wanting to watch as much as I can in the darkness. The moon and the stars giving off just enough light for me to make out his features. His finger thrusts into me, slow even strokes in perfect time with his licks as they build faster and faster. My head lulls back, my eyes closing as I let the sensations overtake me. My thighs shake uncontrollably, the sound of my rapid heartbeat is roaring in my ear.

  God, I’ve missed him so much.

  Thoughts of how this will work and what we will have to face tomorrow are nowhere in sight when Adam’s thumb presses against my rear entrance. The ring of muscles tensing in protest, but God I want him there. I want him everywhere.

  His thumb circles, asking the silent question. “Please, Adam,” I pant, needing more of him, needing all of him. Now. I am hanging on by a thread, desperate for release, for all the things he had ever given to me. Freedom, acceptance, love. I want to fall over the edge into the oblivion, knowing that he is here, knowing that without a doubt, he will catch me.

  His mouth leaves me, his fingers slipping from my pussy, drawing the wetness of my arousal to my asshole. “Ainsley, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says pressing the tip of his thumb inside, easing in and out slowly. “I could watch you like this all night.”

  “Ah,” I cry out when his thumb slips deeper. My body instinctively wants to resist the invasion, but the pleasure that spreads through my body as he works his thumb in and out has me relaxing and embracing the unbelievable feeling of fullness.

  Bending down, Adam runs his lips along my inner thigh, nipping and sucking his way up to my center. When his tongue flicks over my clit, my hips jolt upward causing his thumb to plunge into me to the hilt. Flicking his tongue faster, he sucks my clit into his mouth and I fall.

  I tumble over the edge and lose myself as I shake uncontrollably, screaming his name into the night as my orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, leveling me.

  Adam slows his movements, gently bringing me down from ecstasy. “I need you, Adam,” I say, once my breathing regulates. He stands to his feet and lifts me into his arms. “Now.”

  “I want you in my bed, baby.” Adam’s voice makes it very clear that he is just as desperate to be inside me as I am to have him there. “I need us where we belong.”

  I don’t argue. Instead, I settle my cheek on his bare shoulder as he carries me up the path back to the house. Stepping onto the porch, he shoulders open the door and settles me onto my feet. The lights flick on and I hear him kick the door closed, but my focus is on the space. The once run down cabin is now fully restored. The wood has been replaced and polished, the old hardwood floor now a beautiful dark cherry color.

  “Adam, it’s beautiful,” I gasp, my eyes widening when they take in the stone fireplace. Uncaring that I am naked, I walk over and run my fingers along the mantle, taking in the handmade piece that must have taken weeks to put together himself.

  “So are you,” he replies, circling my waist with his arms. Pressing his lips to my shoulder, he drags them up the side of my throat.

  Turning to face him, my fingers instantly itch to touch him. My fingers skim his chest as I lean down and brush my lips over one of his pierced nipples, causing him to hiss loudly through his teeth. I run my hands along his abdomen, his muscles twitching when I run my fingers along the waistband of his jeans. “You’re still dressed,” I say, popping the button open. “Take me to bed, Adam,” I breathe, pushing up on my toes to run my tongue along his partly opened lips.

  “Christ, Ainsley, you’re gonna kill me before we even get there,” he warns when I slide down the zipper and slip my hand inside to wrap my fingers around his rock hard erection. His fingers grip my wrist. I tighten my fingers as he pulls my hand free, squeezing as I pull. “Fuck,” he groans, pulling me against his body, rolling his hips. “I’m so fuckin’ hungry for you, baby.”

  Grabbing my ass with his hands, he urges me to wrap my legs around him. “When did you become such a caveman? I can walk, you know?”

  Adam’s hand slides up my back and into my hair, pulling the strands, almost painfully causing my stomach to flip. “Don’t count on being able to walk tomorrow,” he boasts, his eyes darkening as he makes his way past the couch and through the door that I know leads to the cabin’s master bedroom.

  My fingers dive into his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands with my fingers. “Do your worst,” I challenge, slamming my mouth to his.

  My back
hits the mattress as we tumble onto the bed, my hips rolling against the worn denim still covering his crotch, causing him to groan low in his throat. Ripping his mouth from mine, Adam pushes from the bed to his feet. He kicks his boots from his feet before shoving his jeans down his long, lean, legs. His erection is thick and heavy as he palms it, his hand running up and down it, slowly, as he stares at me.

  Letting my legs fall open, I hold up my hand, crooking my finger in a ‘come here’ gesture as I wink at him. “I’d love to help you with that,” I whisper, running my tongue across my bottom lip.

  Adam settles on the bed, kneeling between my thighs. He runs the tip along the swollen lips of my pussy, then brushes his cock over my clit again and again. My eyes flutter closed, my pelvis tilting to increase the friction against my throbbing clit. He’s dragging this out, painfully, and I fucking love it. After the years of being apart, he knows the cues my body gives and still can read me like an open book.

  Just as my thighs begin to tremble, Adam pulls back. My eyes fly open as he leans over me and opens the bedside table, retrieving a condom from the drawer. “I have no clue why I bought these after seeing you the other day, but I’m so fucking glad I did.” I watch every move he makes: tearing the foil with his teeth, rolling the latex down his length, then he strokes slowly as he positions himself at my entrance. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this moment, right fucking now,” he growls, as he plunges into me.

  I gasp, my body clenching around him. Adam stills, his eyes closing tightly as sweat begins to form on his brow. Wrapping my legs around his narrow hips, I try to move, to take more of him, but I can’t. He won’t let me. Adam grips my hips, his fingers digging in almost painfully and I welcome the bite. It reminds me that this is real and not the dream I have had for years where he makes love to me before walking away like I never mattered in the first place. All the doubt is gone, the questions that I never thought I’d get answers to, it’s all meaningless just like the lies my father told us both to keep us apart.