by Myla Jackson
“Maybe they’re letting someone else off.”
“Oh.” She smiled and captured his face in her hands. “Where were we? Oh, right. I was making a big mistake.” Again, she kissed him, long and deep, scooting closer on the seat until she was almost draped across his lap.
Colin’s arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him. For once in his life, he was afraid. Afraid if he let go, he’d lose her forever. Eight years fell away and he felt what he’d felt all that time ago. A deep connection that refused to be ignored.
She ran her hand across his chest, slipping fingers inside his shirt, her soft skin against his making him crazy.
Colin slipped his hand beneath the tied-off edge of her shirt, running it up her torso to cup a full, luscious breast in his palm. He toyed with the nipple through the lace cup, tapping, flicking and pinching it, fabric and all.
Fancy caught his hand and pulled it away from her breast and angled downward to the waistband of her shorts.
With no idea how long they’d be stalled, Colin went with the invitation and slid his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and cupped the triangle of material over her sex.
Moaning, Fancy covered his hand and pressed it hard against her, curling her fingers around his, urging him to take more. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, allowing him more room to maneuver.
Heart pounding, adrenaline shooting through him, Colin pushed aside the silky panties, slipped between her folds and stroked the strip of flesh hidden there.
“Oh my,” she said, her voice catching, her hips rising to him. “Again.”
He smiled and complied, first dipping his finger in the cream of her pussy and then dragging the moisture up to her clit. Then he laid siege to her, flicking, stroking, swirling and pinching that most sensitive area on her body. He dipped into her again, thrusting one, then two, then three fingers into her drenched channel.
Her pussy clenched, sucking his fingers deeper. He pumped in and out of her. His fingers wet with her juices, he slipped them back in her folds and took her to the edge.
She clung to him, her hand covering his, alternating pulling his fingers away and pressing them deeper. Then her hips rocked into him, her back arching against the seat, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
Colin’s cock, hard as steel, pushed against the placard of his jeans, straining to get out and thrust into her warm wet channel. There just wasn’t a way to manage it on a Ferris wheel and be safe, or he’d have done it.
Her body rigid, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her pussy creaming around his fingers, Fancy was the most beautiful woman Colin had ever been with. The passion of her release shook her body.
The Ferris wheel lurched and their seat at the top dropped an inch, stopped and then continued its slow descent, stopping for each car to offload passengers.
Colin pulled his hands from her shorts and wiped her juices off on the leg of his jeans, satisfied she’d come with such complete abandon.
Fancy scrambled to button and zip her shorts and retie her shirt before their seat reached the bottom.
The operator opened the gate and let them off, winking at Colin as he passed.
If he thought the site of the dildo had him horny, watching Fancy come at the top of the Ferris wheel had Colin so wound up he wasn’t sure he could make it back to his truck without hurting himself.
He prayed that wasn’t the end of the evening with Fancy.
Fancy staggered down the stairs from the Ferris wheel, her knees shaking, her entire world spinning. Not from the ride, but from what happened at the top.
“Where are my uncle and your mother? We should find them,” she said half-heartedly, surprised she could sound so calm when electrical currents rippled around her insides, the residual effect of a giant orgasm in a public place.
“I don’t know.” Colin stopped in the middle of main walkway and carefully adjusted his jeans, without being too obvious about it.
A smile curled Fancy’s lips at the size of the bulge beneath his zipper. He had to be in physical pain, the denim stretched tight over his package.
Her breathing grew more ragged. “I think they left. You might as well take me home.”
“Good.” He grabbed her hand and walked somewhat bowlegged toward the exit, steady but gingerly.
Once in the cab of the truck, Fancy chewed on her lower lip. Her plan was falling apart around her. After the incredible release, she rode a post-coital high, her body flushed with residual heat, her insides humming with continued desire.
When Colin pulled into her driveway, she waited for him to come around to open her door for her, knowing he would wrap his hands around her waist to help her out.
When he did, she slid down his front, the hard ridge of his erection searing a path across her sex and belly until her feet touched the ground. She entwined her arms around his neck and gave in to the longing. “Wanna finish what you started?”
He closed his eyes and drew in a long, steadying breath and let it out slowly. “I thought you’d never ask.” Then he swung her up in his arms and strode for her front door.
Fancy dug in her purse for her key, slid it in the lock and turned. The door opened. “You can put me down now.”
“Uh-uh.” Colin didn’t set her on her feet until he’d carried her across the threshold and kicked the door closed behind them. He lowered her legs, holding her body close to him, and then bent to capture her lips with his in a deep, breath-stealing kiss.
Fancy leaned into him, her fingers bunching his shirt, her insides heating again, ready to take him as soon as they both were naked.
When he let her up for air, she laughed shakily. “I could have walked in on my own feet.”
“I liked my way better.”
“Were you afraid I’d get away?”
He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Yes.”
She slipped her hands behind his neck and dragged his mouth down to hers. “That wasn’t even a possibility after that incredible Ferris wheel ride.” Fancy took the lead on the kiss this time, tracing the seam of his lips until he opened to her. She toyed with his tongue and ended the kiss by capturing his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently.
Moving down his neck, she kissed a path to the top button of his shirt. One by one she flicked the buttons loose with her fingers until she reached his belt buckle. She pulled the shirt out of his jeans and finished the job.
“Woman…” Colin growled and brushed aside her hands.
“What?”
“You take too long.” He yanked the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it to the corner.
“Don’t believe much in foreplay?” She untied her shirt, taking her sweet time.
“What are you talking about? This whole evening has been nothing but foreplay from the moment I sat on your couch earlier to now.”
“You’re a little fixated on BOB, aren’t you?” She eased the buttons loose on her shirt until the last one.
“Seriously?” He reached out and pushed the last one through. “You called me a heartbreaker. But you’re a tease.”
“Getting to you?” Fancy turned away and slid the shirt halfway down her back.
“Enough.” He lunged for her, snagging the collar of her blouse.
Fancy squealed and leaped forward, letting him have the shirt. She raced for the bedroom, grabbing her purse with the batteries they’d purchased at the hardware store on their way to the fair earlier.
As she ran, she kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her shorts, shoved them over her hips and nearly tripped stepping out of them. The bra came next and the panties last. When she came to a stop by the bed, she turned to find Colin naked and advancing toward her.
Fancy reached into the nightstand and pulled out the shiny dildo and placed it into his hand.
His gaze skimmed down her body, over her b
reasts and lower, his nostrils flaring. He held out his other hand. “Batteries?”
Fancy fumbled in her purse for the package, pulled it out and slapped it into Colin’s hand. While he replaced the batteries in BOB, she studied his body, admiring the breadth of his shoulders, the way his muscles rippled when he moved, the tight, washboard abs and narrow waist. Oh, and those tight, muscular thighs…
The man was beautiful. And that didn’t even begin to describe his hard, thick staff, jutting straight out, getting larger the more she watched.
He snapped the end shut on the toy and flipped the switch. It vibrated with vigor. Between the buzz of the sex toy and the real thing standing at attention, Fancy’s pussy creamed.
“Enough,” she echoed his earlier statement, grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the bed. “I like to finish what I’ve started.” She crawled up on the mattress and lay back against the pillows.
“I like the way you think.” He dropped down beside her, BOB in hand.
Her insides tingled in anticipation of both Colin and BOB making love to her at the same time. The night was getting better by the minute.
Colin leaned over and kissed her. What started as a light brush of his lips, progressed into a deep, sensuous joining of their mouths.
When Fancy tried to slide her leg up over his, his hand blocked her. He gently laid her leg on the bed, spreading her wide, exposing her wet pussy to the cool air.
With nothing cool in his dark eyes, he stared down at her, his gaze taking her in from her lips downward. His glance skimmed over her breasts and his nostrils flared. He didn’t touch, but continued his perusal all the way to the apex of her thighs where her clit throbbed, her core burned and her pussy drenched, ready for him.
Just when she thought she might explode with expectant desire, he laid cool, hard BOB on her belly. The vibrations resonated throughout her body.
Slowly, he moved the device up to her left breast, curling it around the full circumference.
The combination of the toy and his hungry gaze ignited a fire inside Fancy and her back arched off the bed.
A smile curled the corners of Colin’s lips and he bent to take the opposite nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, then rolled the hardened bead on his tongue, nipping softly.
Fancy moaned, her hand sliding down her side to the tuft of hair over her sex. She slid a finger between her folds and flicked her clit, her breath catching at her body’s immediate response.
Colin chuckled. “Am I not moving fast enough?”
“Oh, you’re doing great,” Fancy said, her voice breathy, her lungs unable to bring in the air she needed to survive. Her other hand skimmed across his naked back, sliding low to cup his tight ass in her palm. Sweet pickles! He was hard all over.
Sucking the other nipple into his mouth, Colin drew hard on it, laving it with his tongue until the tip puckered into a tight little nub.
Then he shifted his weight, moving down her body, BOB leading, his lips and tongue following, touching every inch, every rib. When he reached her triangle of curls, he slid BOB in first, parting her folds with his fingers. Cool air wafted over her heated clit.
Colin touched that strip of flesh with the vibrator, sending tingles across the sensitive nerves.
Fancy laced her fingers into his hair and moaned. “Wow. It never felt that good before.”
“Baby, just wait.” He slid BOB down to her entrance and eased it in her drenched channel, the steady vibrations making her body hum. “Now this.” He bent to flick her clit with his tongue.
The combination of his warm, wet tongue, the shimmy of the sex toy inside and having Colin in her bed was more than Fancy could have imagined. “Oh, sweet heaven!”
Colin chuckled, the warmth of his breath brushing across her mons. He tongued her again, shifting the vibrator as he did.
Fancy gasped, drew her knees up and dug her heels into the mattress. “More!”
Swirling his tongue and the vibrator, he laid siege to her, conquering her in flicks and nibbles until she rocketed over the edge, her body straining to milk every last sensation out of the most incredible orgasm she’d ever experienced.
As she fell back to earth, she gripped Colin’s ears and pulled.
“Hey! Go easy.” He laughed, crawling up her body, sneaking a nibble of her breast before he settled his big frame between her legs. His cock nudged her entrance. “Damn. We need protection.”
“In the nightstand,” she said through gritted teeth. If she didn’t have him inside her soon, she’d fall completely to pieces.
He leaned across her, reaching into the drawer where he found an accordion of condoms. Holding them up, he cocked a brow. “Expecting someone?”
“Prince Charming. Hurry, damn it.” Her pussy throbbed, her pulse hammered and she couldn’t remember ever being this impatient to have a man inside her.
Quickly applying the rubber, he was back in place, his shaft poised for entry. “First, a kiss.”
“Yes,” she said, her fingers curling around his gorgeous ass. She leaned up to accept his lips. At the same time, she gripped his buttocks and slammed him home.
He slid in, stretching her channel, filling her so full she could barely breathe. When his balls bumped into her bottom, she had him all. This was where she’d always wanted to be—in Colin’s arms, with him inside her. There was no other place better.
He settled into a hard and fast rhythm, pumping in and out of her, increasing the speed and intensity.
She lifted her hips, meeting him with each thrust until she burst up over the top again, her fingers dug into his hips and she held on until he slammed into her one more time.
His body tensed and his cock pulsed inside her. For a long moment he held himself buried deep within her until his body went limp. Colin dropped to the bed beside her, rolling her to face him without losing their intimate connection.
“That was amazing,” he whispered into her ear.
“Amazing.” Fancy trailed her fingers across his massive chest, loving the feeling of him inside her still.
Being with Colin like this blew her original plans all to hell. How could she get him out of her system when all she wanted was to be with him forever?
Deep in her heart, she imagined a future with Colin. Could he be committed to her for the rest of their lives together? Or would he tire of her and leave her for another woman?
At that moment, she was willing to take her chances. She couldn’t conceive of loving any other man. Colin was the one she wanted.
She’d be opening her heart for potential heartbreak.
So be it.
Chapter Seven
Colin woke to the tantalizing scent of bacon cooking. Had Jessie mastered the art of frying bacon without burning it? He opened his eyes and took a moment to focus on the unfamiliar surroundings. Then he remembered. He’d spent the night with Fancy in her house, making love to her into the early hours of the morning.
The bed beside him was empty, but her scent lingered in the sheets and pillows.
Inhaling deeply, Colin rose and stepped into the adjoining bathroom. After a quick shower, he toweled dry and slipped into his jeans. He tucked one of the spare foil packages into his back pocket and then he went in search of the woman and the bacon, knowing what he wanted first.
Fancy stood at the stove in the kitchen, barefoot, her blond hair pulled back from her face in a ponytail, and she wore his shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. And she appeared to be wearing nothing else.
Holy hell.
He reached for her and pulled her back against him. “Something smells good.”
“Bacon and scrambled eggs.”
“I wasn’t talking about the food.” He slipped his hands beneath the shirt. No panties. He ran his hands down to her mound and played with the curls there.
She pressed her
bottom into his bulge. “I’m going to burn the bacon.”
“Turn it off.”
Fancy reached for the control on the stove and switched off the burner. Then she relaxed against him, lifting her arms over her head to wrap her hands around his neck.
Colin swept his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, weighing them in his palms. Then he pinched the nipples, nuzzling her neck at the same time.
“I might enjoy cooking more if I did it like this every time,” she said.
“The kitchen is highly underrated.” He nipped the back of her ear and splayed his hands over her belly, angling lower to the juncture of her thighs. Colin’s cock hardened as his fingers threaded through the springy curls over her sex and parted her folds.
“Oh, yes.” Fancy ran her hands over his hips and cupped his ass, her head leaning back, resting on his chest.
He stroked her nubbin, dipped his finger into her pussy and stroked again and again.
When her body tensed and her hands gripped his buttocks, he stopped, spun her around and lifted her, setting her on the table.
She jerked his button free and eased his zipper down.
His cock sprang free into her capable palm. She guided it to her entrance, spreading her knees wide. Then her hands moved to his hips.
“Wait.” Colin reached into his back pocket and held out the prize.
Fancy grabbed it from him, tore open the foil and rolled the condom down over his staff.
Needing no further encouragement, he plunged into her, her wet pussy making it a smooth, tight glide home.
With her hands guiding him, Colin thrust again and again. The table screeched across the floor and dishes rattled. When he climaxed, he felt Fancy’s body tense at the same time. They rode the wave together until they drifted into shore, sexually replete.
Colin pressed a kiss to her damp forehead and slid out.
“And I’m supposed to function after that?” Fancy drew in a breath and let it out. When she scooted off the table, her knees buckled.
Reaching out, Colin steadied her, pulling her into his arms. Her body fit his perfectly, every curve melding with his harder planes. He wanted this woman in his life forever. He kissed the top of her head and swatted her bottom. “Go get dressed while I finish cooking.”
