Debbie and two other blonde women had him pinned against the fence, rubbing up against him eagerly, begging for his attention. As I took in their matching hair color, I started to wonder if I was the complete opposite of Coleman’s type.
Nan saw it at the same I did and didn’t hesitate to make her thoughts known. “Slutty broads. Jesus. They have no self-respect.”
As if he could sense me, Coleman’s eyes flashed up to meet mine, the muscle in his jaw hard like granite.
He was looking at me with a lot of intensity, and he was trying to communicate something that I wasn’t quite catching.
Just then his lips moved, his eyes still on mine, and I tried desperately to read them.
My mind tried to piece together the puzzle as it interpreted what was rolling off his lips. As far as I could tell it looked like he was saying, “The I’ll term you later.”
That definitely wasn’t right.
He managed to get a hand out, behind their backs, gesturing at them with a point, and mouthed what looked like “Tests”.
Oh!
Oh my God. As the light dawned on what he was saying, I burst out into a fit of laughter.
He wanted “The Exterminator” to come take care of the “pests”.
For a minute, I considered letting him suffer, but in the end, I decided I didn’t like their paws all over him. It was time to spray some bug spray.
I turned to tell Nan I was going, but she beat me to it. “Go. Get those freaking vultures to stop pecking over his carcass.”
Jesus, Nan was hilarious. And I was super lucky she liked me because when she didn’t like you, she didn’t like you.
Shaking my head and smiling, I turned back away from her and sauntered my way down the fence to Coleman, snaking my way in from behind him and sliding my arm around his waist.
The relief in his voice was evident as he murmured, “Hey, baby.” He said this directly to me, but loud enough that they could hear, before turning to them and finishing, “Sorry ladies, but I gotta take my girlfriend to get some food.”
The word girlfriend made the blondes sneer and me giggle. It was so funny to have a grown man call me his girlfriend, but at the same time, it felt awesome. I was really starting to like it. I guess there was really something to his visualization shit.
As we weaseled our way out of the clutch of blondes and his arm slid around my shoulders, I got close and whispered, “You’re kind of a slut, Cade. Plus, I’m starting to get a little concerned by my hair color.”
Coleman glanced back at the blondes before letting his lips twitch and responding, “I was a slut, Banty. Was. However, I didn’t sleep with all of them. Only Debbie. She’s a bitch and a pain in the ass, but she’s at least pretty. The other two aren’t anything to write home about and have fake tits. Not my thing.”
Mystified, I asked, “How can you tell they have fake tits if you haven’t slept with them? How do you know mine aren’t fake?”
“Oh, Banty, you’re so cute. I can spot a fake tit from a mile away,” he stated with mock seriousness.
“I don’t know if that’s something to be proud of,” I grumbled.
Rethinking his strategy, he quickly changed his tune. “Actually, you know what, you’re right. I’m not 100 percent sure about yours, so I’m gonna need to do an inspection. And soon. Tonight at the very latest.”
“You’re kind of an asshole, you know that?”
At that, his face spread into a blinding smile and then came directly in front of mine before he whispered, “I’m your asshole. And I’m pretty sure you’ve mentioned it before.”
As soon as the words left his lips, he crushed them down on mine, forcing them open so that he could slide his tongue inside.
Everything disappeared except for us at the first touch of his tongue. We could have been standing in a room all by ourselves, rather than in the middle of a very large crowd, for all I knew.
His hands spanned my hips and pulled them against his, and his kiss was wet, deep, and delicious. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that was by any means appropriate in public, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
When he finally pulled out of the kiss, his voice was raspy and his lips stayed on mine. Moving on my swollen ones, his lips formed the soft words, “And you’re my Banty rooster, baby.”
When his fingers flexed into the skin at my hips, I whimpered.
Once again overcome by insanity, or some traumatic brain injury, I whispered back something that surrounded remarkably like a plea. “I think I need to do my own inspection tonight.”
A growl came out of Coleman’s throat. It was little, but it was definitely a growl.
“Goddamn. I love my son, baby, but right about now I’m wishin’ we were somewhere where he was not.”
His lips left mine and he dipped his head to my throat, a feat that was actually impressive with our height difference, so that he could whisper directly in my ear. “Jacking off while imagining you is getting a little stale. I need to taste the real fuckin’ thing.”
My body shivered and my hands shot out to grab onto his hips. If I hadn’t held on, I would have fallen down. Still in a fog from the kiss, I didn’t guard against my words when I queried, “You think of me while you do that?”
Coleman didn’t hesitate to answer. “Fuck yeah, Banty baby.”
Then, continuing on my path of stupidity, I told him, “I watched you. Three times.”
When he squeezed me so tight I couldn’t breathe and questioned, “You watched me jack off?” I thought it was possible I shouldn’t have said anything. Regardless, I still found the ability to nod in the affirmative.
His voice was a hoarse rasp when he asked, “Did you like it?”
Digging down deep to find my courage, I somehow managed another nod.
As soon as my head made the motion downward, his tongue licked me right below my ear before he breathed directly into it, “We’re getting a hotel room tonight. When we make love the first time, I don’t want you to have to be quiet.”
His words made my nipples harden and my breasts swell, but I pulled back and snapped, “Who says I’m loud?”
Coleman burst out laughing, managing to cough out, “Baby, you’re way too feisty to be quiet,” between chuckles.
When we pulled back from each other further, and I recognized that there were people all around us again, I managed to focus enough to take in their faces. Everyone in the area was discreetly looking on with interest, I guessed because they knew who Coleman was, but the women were looking at me like I had just taken my last breath- because I was going to die at their hands in mere seconds. I couldn’t blame them for their jealousy; Coleman was freaking hot. Like off the charts hot. I had no idea why he thought I was worthy of him, but I wasn’t going to look that gift horse in the mouth.
“You guys wanna stop maulin’ each other long enough to go get somethin’ to eat?” I heard CJ ask from behind me.
Pink hit my cheeks and I rolled my eyes while Coleman proceeded to chuckle. He thought everything was funny.
“Not staying for the award this time?” I asked in jest, but Coleman’s eyes cut to me.
I guess he really didn’t know about CJ leaving all the time to watch him.
CJ kept talking, desperate to deflect the conversation back to safe waters, chuckling softly to keep his tone light. “I didn’t win, Roni. I got a little sloppy when he turned away from my hand.”
Willing to give him an out for now (I would just tell Coleman about CJ’s tradition later), I kept up CJ’s pretense by commenting, “You looked good to me.”
He smiled to take the sting out of his words and told me, “That’s because you don’t know anything about bull riding.”
I decided that was a fair enough assessment, so I shrugged my shoulders.
Coleman laughed again, the rich sound of it filling the night air around us. He slid his arm along my shoulders and steered us toward his truck as CJ and Nan followed along behind us.
Nan had
watched this whole interaction quietly, but she’d had a smile on her face.
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We were piled in the truck after eating at The Dip and Shake, and Coleman had just told Nan and CJ that he was going to drop them off at CJ’s truck and then take me to a hotel.
He said it like he was going to drop me off, but when I glanced in the mirror, the expression on CJ’s fifteen year old face was knowing.
Ugh, how embarrassing.
I could feel a blush tint my skin again, but when Coleman reached over and squeezed my hand, my embarrassment fled as quick as it came.
When we pulled up next to CJ’s truck, CJ reached forward, squeezed my shoulder, and murmured, “See you soon, Roni.”
“Yeah, good job tonight, CJ,” I said in response.
Nan leaned forward, kissed my cheek, and got out without a word. Then again, the kiss on my cheek really said it all.
Once they were out and safely in CJ’s truck, Coleman put his truck back in drive and pulled back out of the parking lot headed for the hotel.
The cab was filled with silence, and my nervous energy was building by the second. I was scared that maybe I wouldn’t live up to expectations or maybe I had forgotten what to do.
I doubted that was actually the case, and I figured that even if it was, Coleman would teach me all over again, but the anticipation was killing me.
I was just about to tell Coleman that I couldn’t do this when he grabbed my hand and asked a question of his own. One that apparently been on his mind for a while now. “What did you mean about CJ not staying for the award earlier?”
Oh geez. I guess there was nothing to do other than just come out and tell him. Deciding to butter him up, I started with, “Honey,” paused for just a beat and then continued, “CJ never stays. If you’re riding somewhere, and it’s gonna be on TV, he goes to The Dip and Shake to watch you.”
I could see him alternately glancing at me and then back at the road before he asked softly, “What? Every time?”
I answered to the best of my ability, telling him, “I’ve only been with him once, but I got the distinct impression from the way everyone acted that, yes, he does it every time.”
When Coleman was quiet again, I added soothingly, “He’s proud of you, honey.”
Coleman didn’t say anything as we pulled up to the hotel and parked. He still didn’t say anything as we got out, he grabbed my hand, we walked inside, he checked in, and we made our way up to our room.
That was a lot of silence from someone who usually had so much to say, and it was starting to make me nervous.
We walked into the room, and he turned on the lamp beside the bed before sitting us both down on the foot of it, shoulder to shoulder.
“Who’s there to be proud of him?” he asked in a volume only slightly above a whisper.
I didn’t understand what he was asking so I sought clarification. “I don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I’m proud of him, obviously. So fuckin’ proud, Roni. But who’s there to show him that?”
To me the answer was more than obvious. “Coleman, he knows how proud of him you are. And if he didn’t, Nan is there to tell him...And now, so am I.”
Before I even saw it coming, I was on my back in the bed and Coleman was on top of me, his lips crushing themselves on top of mine.
I opened my mouth immediately, and his tongue snaked in. His kiss was hungry and needy, aggressive even, but somehow it was gentle at the same time. It was a perfect combination of lust and feeling, accurately conveying his desire but showing that that desire was based on emotion.
His hands went to my waist and then skated up my sides, bringing my shirt along with them and making every nerve stand at attention. I lifted my arms immediately, giving him what he wanted by assisting in getting my shirt off. Reaching around my back, he unhooked my bra, and then followed that up by reaching between his shoulder blades with one hand to pull his own shirt off.
As soon as his lips came back to mine, he murmured against them, “I wanted to feel skin on skin,” in explanation.
All I could do was agree with a “Yes” as his mouth worked on my throat and his hands lightly skimmed along my bare sides, warming me but causing a shiver to skate up my spine at the same time.
One thing was for sure, his conversation about CJ had served as a distraction, taking my mind off of the sex and allowing me to be in the moment when it started to unfold. I had a feeling Coleman knew that. It was obvious he meant everything he said in that conversation, but its timing was almost definitely a strategic maneuver.
His mouth moved from my throat, down to my collarbone, slowly working from one side to the other, a heady combination of licking, nibbling and kisses.
I could feel my blood pumping through my veins, rushing to the surface of my skin and making it tingle everywhere. My breasts were heavy and my nipples were hard, craving attention.
He lifted his body just enough so that he could slide his hand up the front of my ribs and then palm my swollen breast. His hands were rough, and I’d never felt anything better. It was like his hands made him feel more masculine, and in turn, made me feel more delicate and womanly than I had ever felt.
The pad of his thumb moved up and swiped my nipple, and a white hot zap of electricity shot from my nipple to the wet area between my legs.
Wanting more contact, wanting to feel his entire body against mine, my hands left their place at his shoulders, slid down his warm, taut back, and swept around his hips to the front to try and unbuckle his pants.
Several seconds later, when I had still made no progress on my own and Coleman’s mouth had moved back up to mine to caress my tongue with his, I whimpered, “I wanna feel all of you, baby. Skin on skin.”
With practiced ease, Coleman reached between our bodies with one hand and undid the button of my pants, his mouth still tangled with mine, before he pulled back from me, pulled my pants and panties down in one swoop, and then made short work of his.
Such was his skill, I didn’t even notice him removing either one of our boots, but he did it all the same. His body came back down on top of mine, but this time I could feel the warmth and velvety feel of his skin from head to toe. His body was heavy and warm, one hundred percent solid, attractive man.
It was out of this world. Honestly, I had only slept with one man, and I had been nervous how I would feel being naked with a different one. But just like with everything else with Coleman, it felt right.
Coleman reached down between us, and used his fingers to explore the arousal between my legs, his other forearm resting in the bed to prevent causing me death by crushing.
When he felt how wet I was, his head fell forward, his forehead resting on mine, and his voice was the most raspy I had ever heard it. “Fuck. You’re so fuckin’ wet. God, Roni.”
His finger did a delicious circle around my entrance and after testing my acceptance, slipped inside, my walls squeezing every inch of his finger. “Jesus Christ, you’re so tight too. Shit baby, I’m gonna lose it as soon as I get inside you. I better make you come with my fingers first.”
His words turned me on even more, and as I felt myself get wetter around his stroking finger, I moaned.
In answer, he slipped in another finger, his strokes got faster, and his fingers caressed the inner wall at the same time that his thumb circled the bundle of nerves on the outside.
Instantly, I came. My inner walls spasmed, and my head flew back to the bed, “Oh God, Coleman!” coming resoundingly from deep in my throat. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that resounding in volume, having come out in barely a whisper, but what I lacked in volume I made up for in enthusiasm. And if his actions were any indication, Coleman could tell.
His lips crashed down on mine, and though I was still very securely entrenched in the fog of my orgasm, I felt him seat himself between my legs and drive inside.
My inner walls were still convulsing with my previous completion, so they pulled him deeper inside, milkin
g at him even before he started to move.
I looked down to see that, at some point, he had covered himself with a condom.
Coleman’s head came up enough so that his mismatched eyes could look directly in mine when he said, “You. Are. Beautiful. God, so beautiful, Roni. The way you look, they way you feel, the way you taste. Fuck, even the way you smell is absolutely the most intoxicating mixture I’ve ever experienced.”
Pulling his hips back gently, he slid out and then slid back in, starting a deliciously slow but pronounced stroke. Using that rhythm, he set his pace and kept at me, freeing my body and my mind with every delicious inward motion.
I felt so alive, his hands moving lovingly all over my body as mine did the same. Surprisingly, his hands were equal opportunity feelers. I would have expected him to spend more time caressing my breasts, my ass, the usual suspects. But they didn’t. I mean, they spent a fair amount of time on those, but it was more. They were everywhere. Lovingly stroking my side, my jaw, tangling in my hair, and sliding down the length of my legs as I wrapped them around his back. Every single inch of skin that was within his reach, he touched.
When I felt another orgasm building my hands left his body and made their way to his head, tangling in his almost black hair, and pulling his eyes up to meet mine.
I held his head there, letting him in, trying to say the things I wasn’t saying with words, letting him watch as the emotion filled my eyes. He was right; this was right. But I was emotionally stunted. All I could give him were my eyes and the wetness that filled them.
I could feel us both getting close, and when we finally let go, we did it together. Neither of us said anything, but a single tear slid out of the corner of my eye.
Coleman’s hands had been cupping my jaw, so when he saw the tear, his thumb shot out to wipe it away.
His forehead settled on mine, and we stayed like that, connected and breathing each other, and the moment, in.
That had meant something huge to both of us. That much was obvious. At least, it was to me, and I hoped like all hell that it was obvious to him.
After minutes in the same position had passed, Coleman pulled back and out slowly before trailing kisses down the entirety of my body. When he got to my abdomen and placed kisses along the length of my scar, my body tensed and I started to break out in a panic.
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