Romance in Color

by Synithia Williams

  “I know for a fact it’s at least your second drink. And one is all you need to fall off the wagon. Is this how you want to celebrate your cousin’s memory?”

  Jake clenched his jaw but didn’t reply. His eyes turned glacial and he glared, nose flaring, as she sipped his drink.

  “Besides,” she said as she scrunched her face at the taste of the harsh liquid, “this drink could count as four by most people’s standards.”

  He didn’t reply. She knocked back the rest of the drink and slammed the glass on the table before meeting his glare. Fire burned behind her eyes, but she didn’t blink.

  “Go ahead,” he finally said. “Rub it in. I’m a loser. I can’t drink, but you can. I can’t handle it, but you can.”

  “I never thought you were a loser. I just think you’re down on your luck and having a pity party.”

  “Maybe I am having a pity party. What’s wrong with that?”

  “Take it from me. A pity party is not something you should do alone. And definitely not something you should do with alcohol.”

  “I’m not alone now, am I?”

  Winona kept her gaze on him. His eyes were steady as he returned her glare. His mouth slightly rose as if he had his own inner joke. Warmth pooled in her limbs.

  “Well, if you’re going to feel sorry for yourself, let’s go back to my place,” Winona said before having a chance to think about those consequences. And now that she’d said it, the consequences didn’t seem so bad.

  “And do what?”

  “Have a pity party together. I don’t know. Play Monopoly. Watch a movie. Fuck.”

  She knew she’d shocked him by the way his eyes flickered and his forehead crinkled. He glanced down a moment and when his gaze slid back to meet hers, his was steady, tantalizing, hungry.

  “Okay.” He stood and laid two twenties on the table. “I trust the bartender will take care of this,” he said.

  Trembling, she picked up the twenties and signaled Simone. Simone came around and asked, “Do you need change?”

  “No.”

  “That’s way too much money,” Winona said as Simone nodded her thanks and walked away.

  Jake shrugged and planted his hands on the small of Winona’s back.

  “I’m gone for the day,” Winona called to Simone, her skin burning at Jake’s touch. Fire feasted in her belly, her thighs trembling as she walked to the door. It was three o’clock in the afternoon. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex, much less at three o’clock in the afternoon.

  Her eyes swept the room, observing who might be observing her. She tried to look inconspicuous as she left, throwing one last glance behind her to see if Simone was paying attention. Thank God she was talking to a customer and had no idea what was going on in Winona’s world right now. If she did, she’d probably tell Chayton, and Chayton would throw a fit. Hell, Winona wouldn’t be surprised if he stormed over later and demanded she behave.

  She smiled and nodded to a few people she knew who were coming in as they were going out. She hoped she didn’t have horny written all over her face. She hoped Jake didn’t either.

  She didn’t know what had possessed her to invite him back to her place, but there was no backtracking now. Loneliness had been squeezing all sense of joy from her mind, and she was afraid if she didn’t stop it now, depression would take root. Seeing everyone around her so happy sucked. She was happy for them, but it had made her loneliness more palpable. Adrenaline spiked through her at Jake’s touch. She felt a connection with him she couldn’t explain, and she wasn’t about to ignore this temporary oblivion.

  “We’ll take my motorbike,” she said.

  “Only if I can drive.”

  Winona laughed. “It’s not like the bikes you’re used to.”

  “Oh, I think I can handle it.”

  His sonorous voice deluged her spine with shivers, eclipsed by molten lava in her loins. She envisioned the videos of him pounding through the water, droplets of water on his half-naked body. Then on his bike, his legs throbbing in power as he raced alongside other bikers, sweat pouring from his body and accentuating his long and lean muscles.

  Her heart belly-crawled into her stomach, pounding her gut as she straddled the bike first and padded the seat for him to sit. Instead of sitting, he leaned over, curled his fingers behind her neck, and kissed her.

  Her breath whooshed out of her. Hot waves of desire coated her skin and slammed into her thighs. She moaned as she returned his fervor, his tongue filching away her cautiousness. As much as she wanted this, anyone could see them right now.

  She stationed her palms on his chest and straightened her spine, backing away. “That’s enough. Let’s go before somebody sees.”

  His right eyebrow shot up. “Why do you care if anyone sees?”

  “Because it’s a small town, and we’re practically making out on my bike.”

  He shrugged. “So?”

  “So. Reputation is everything in a small town.”

  “Okay.” He placed her helmet on her head, turned and straddled the bike, then kickstarted it. His butt brushed against her thighs and she moved back for him to have room to sit. Before she even had time to think, he sped off.

  She left her helmet on and resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him. He wasn’t going fast enough to have her steady her body against his anyway. Around town, she rarely wore her helmet. They only had two blocks to go to get to her condo, but he didn’t go in the direction of her condo. She didn’t say anything, just let him drive.

  He stopped at the B&B where he was staying and killed the engine. She removed her helmet but he was off and helping her before she had a chance to move. He took her hand and they walked up the stairs to his room.

  He opened the door and paused. Winona halted behind him, suddenly feeling shy. Awkward. Unsure what to do next. She could use another dose of alcohol to lower her inhibitions.

  • • •

  Jake’s whole body quivered, his need for this woman dominating him much like the need for a drink.

  Clenching his fist in an urge to maintain control, he faced her. She palmed his chest, pushed him out of the doorway, and slammed the door behind them with her foot. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his face to hers.

  He grasped one hand behind her neck, one on her lower back, and they stood together, nose to nose. He didn’t kiss her just yet. Once he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Lips within inches of each other, he breathed in her scent. She licked her lips, eyes heavy as she met his gaze and awaited his kiss.

  Her scent, like honeydew and watermelon, made him dizzy with need. His heart pounded as he prolonged the wait. He lifted her, hands gripping her ass, and braced her on the door. She laughed as she fenced her legs around him.

  “This is how we’re going to do it?” she asked, her silken voice tightening every pore of his body.

  “We’re going to do it every which way we can. Does it bother you?”

  “No.”

  He captured her lips, taking her mouth in an urgent need to taste and explore. He ground her against the door, his hardness pressing against her open center, as she returned his kiss. Their tongues tangled and suckled. He swallowed her moan and pressed her harder into his body.

  He felt strong and weak at the same time, tight and loose. Desire coiled in his gut. She clenched her thighs tighter around his waist as his mouth explored hers. She swept her hands all along his body, igniting fire everywhere she touched.

  He was drowning. Drowning in the need to bury himself in the warm folds of her body.

  Reeling her around, he dumped her on the bed. As he inched over her, she pulled at his shirt, raking nails up and down his chest before tearing his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.

  His mouth swooped down on hers again, the urge to taste surpassing any other need. He swept his hand under her bra, pinching her nipples as her fingers danced along his spine.

  She unbuttoned his pants. He groaned a
s his hardness sprang free, nearly losing it when she grasped him. He clenched her wrist and stopped kissing her, his breath heavy.

  “No, I … I’ll lose it.”

  “Then lose it. We can take longer later.”

  “Fuck.”

  He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. She helped him finish as he tore at her clothes, daylight from the window frosting her smooth body. His fingers delved into her moist heat, and he felt her clench and unclench around him.

  She rained kisses on his neck and ear. “I want you inside me now.”

  His body throbbed as he moved away just long enough to dig his wallet out of his jeans, hoping it would be the last time he had to be away from her.

  He pitched his wallet to the floor and kissed her again, his tongue taking and exploring. She ground her moist heat along the length of him. God, he wanted to bury himself in her, but he couldn’t risk it without protection.

  He ripped the condom opened, and she squeezed his balls as he sheathed himself.

  “Fuck, woman.” He thrust himself inside her.

  She cried out, and he stopped.

  “Don’t stop.” Digging her nails into his back, she lifted up to meet him thrust for thrust.

  He filled her, the pressure making it impossible to stop. When he thought he would erupt, he wheeled her around so she straddled him, hoping to prolong the pleasure.

  He clasped her by the waist as she moved up and down on him. He felt her orgasm, turning and churning and holding out for his. He thrust harder, deeper, his body reeling as she closed around him, then moved out almost too far before closing around him again.

  He bit his lip, reaching up to meet her for a kiss. Their mouths explored each other, taking and giving. Their bodies danced together in an age-old rhythm until she arched away from his lips and sat upright.

  Grasping her breasts, she moaned as her orgasm convulsed around him.

  As she arched back and cried out his name, he exploded.

  Chapter Seven

  They made love well into the night, stopping only long enough to slop together a couple of sandwiches from the accouterments Jake kept in the small fridge. Their bed-picnic included tea and chips, which Jake had diligently arranged. Chayton had called incessantly, until she’d texted him and told him she was fine but wouldn’t be home tonight.

  “Some days I hate living right next door to my brother,” Winona admitted. “All the years I spent wishing for a brother, and now that I have one he won’t stop his overprotectiveness.”

  “Sounds like he’s overprotective of everyone he loves.”

  “He is. He’s also a tad bit infatuated with you.”

  “What? I thought he hated me.”

  “Well, he hates anyone who might want to take advantage of me. But I think he has a man-crush on you. Maybe he’s jealous.” She giggled, which started another lovemaking war of who would be on top.

  When Jake woke the next morning, Winona was half sprawled across him with one leg laced between his two, her head on his shoulder, and one arm resting on his chest. Her hair spread along her arm and his chest, with one stray tickling his cheek. The smell of her, like citrus spritzed atop clusters of flowers combined with the earthy dew of morning, tantalized him.

  He smiled, thinking he could wake up to this every morning. As she stirred and stretched, he immediately hardened. She opened her eyes and met his, then squealed when he pulled her atop him.

  Losing himself in her body eased the anxiety bubbling through him at what this day would bring and was just what his body and mind needed at the moment. He couldn’t wait to see Amy, but he feared seeing her would release a mixture of emotions he’d managed to bottle since Brandon’s death.

  Did she know? Had she witnessed her father’s death? Had the cops questioned her on what she’d seen, heard? And how in the world could he question her without scarring her for life?

  Amy had been found when she’d walked into a café. She’d claimed she and the man she was with had been playing hide-and-seek, and she was supposed to be looking for her daddy. The police had searched all the nearby homes and businesses, and an ongoing investigation was in full force.

  Amy had given them a description that a sketch artist had released to the public to help search for him, but it was vague. Even Amy’s description of everything that had happened to her had been vague. She showed no sign of sexual trauma or injuries, and she claimed to have nothing but a good time.

  Jake couldn’t understand it, but the feeling Lillian was involved would not go away.

  “Hey.” Winona slipped from his body and scratched his head, her fingertip tracing along his jaw.

  “Hey.” His voice sounded rough, but Winona smiled.

  “Are you always this grumpy in the morning?”

  “You call this grumpy?”

  Winona nodded.

  “And I suppose you’re one of those jump-out-of-bed-first-thing-in-the-morning-and-annoy-everyone-with-your-joie-de-vivre people?”

  Winona palmed his chest, striding her nails along his skin and down to his pelvis. She grasped his hardness and lightly squeezed. “Am I annoying you?”

  He shifted to his side and faced her, trailing his fingers up her inner thighs. “I don’t know. Am I annoying you?”

  She blinked. Slowly. Seductively. “Not at all.”

  He grasped her wrists and straddled her. “You are wild and wanton, aren’t you?”

  She giggled as he tickled her.

  “Am I annoying you now?”

  “Yes! Stop it. Stop it,” she squealed as she thrashed across the bed. “I have to pee.”

  He laughed as he rolled off her. “Okay. I’ll meet you back here in five.”

  • • •

  Winona thought it would be the perfect day to lie in bed and spoon with Jake, but the phone rang.

  “Ugh,” she moaned as grabbed her phone, recognizing Chayton’s ring.

  “Big brother is calling,” Jake said.

  “Actually, he’s my little brother. And if I don’t answer, he’ll send out a search party. Yeah?” she quipped into the phone.

  “Well, good morning to you, too.”

  “Yes. Keyword: morning. Did you really feel the need to call me this early?”

  “It’s eight o’clock. You’re usually up by now.”

  “Doesn’t mean I want to talk to you this early.”

  “I’m actually looking for Jake,” her brother said, all innocent-like.

  “Why are you looking for Jake?” She swept her gaze to the man under discussion, who lay on his side with his head propped in his hand, his free hand skimming her lower leg. He lazily watched her as he flicked away the covers and inched his fingers up her inner thighs, all while her back remained against his chest.

  “Wanted to see if he was interested in going out on the mountains four-wheeling with me today. I’m looking for someone to go with, and I thought he might like that kind of stuff.”

  “Oh. Well, let me ask him. We’ll call you back in a few.” She thought getting Jake out on the mountains was a grand idea. She had plans to look more into Lillian, possibly traveling there, and she didn’t want Jake or Chayton to know.

  “Okay, well, don’t waste my time. I’ll be ready to head out in about an hour.”

  “We’ll let you know before then.”

  Jake had his fingers playing on her by now, and she pressed end on the phone and tossed it in the pillows.

  “What did he want?”

  “I can’t remember.” She vaulted around and grabbed his shoulders, nibbling his ear, her tongue skating along his jawbone. “Oh yeah, something about wanting to know if you wanted to go four-wheeling with him today.”

  “Can we take a shower first?”

  Winona landed a kiss on his mouth before crawling over his body and jumping off the bed on the other side. Wiggling her butt, she darted into the bathroom.

  She did her business and switched on the shower, adjusting the temperature. She poked her head out.
“Coming?”

  “Oh, I plan to.”

  As Winona stepped into the shower, Jake grabbed her neck, digging his fingers into her hair as he pulled her mouth to his. Water coursed over their bodies. She hooked her hands around his neck and giggled.

  “How in the world can you possibly think of doing this again?” Winona asked.

  He slid his warm hands up and down her sides. “What, you don’t want to?”

  “Yes, I want to.” His lips wouldn’t stop spanning her wet skin, his hands coursing over her body with the water, so it’d be impossible to ignore him if she did want to.

  “But?” He stopped kissing her and looked at her, his brow furrowing.

  “But I didn’t know it was possible.” She giggled and glimpsed his hardness. Dropping her hands from his neck, she slid her fingers down his chest and cradled him. “You know, for you to be ready again.”

  He pinned her against the wall as the water continued to stream out of the showerhead. “You make me hot.” He traced his teeth against her breasts, her nipples pebbling under his touch. He kissed, licked, and nicked her neck, shoulders, and jaw before landing his mouth on hers, sucking and tasting. She bucked into him, working his cock up and down.

  He lifted her thigh to rest against the lip of the bathtub and thrust his finger inside her. She moaned.

  “Damn, woman.”

  She giggled as water sluiced over their bodies. “The TV makes shower-sex look much easier.”

  “What kind of television are you watching?”

  “You’d be amazed at what the local channels have nowadays.”

  His fingers thrust deeper and he grabbed her ass, holding her. She moved against him, trembling as her pressure continued to build. He stopped kissing her and touched his forehead to hers, gasping as he gyrated his hips in time with her hands.

  “Fuck,” he groaned.

  She grabbed his balls, continuing to massage his length. “Come,” she breathed. She longed to feel him inside her, but they were in a shower with no condoms and what he was doing to her body felt too good to stop.

  He kissed her again, groaning in her mouth, as she felt his cock tremble, shake, and explode. She continued to move with him, his fingers digging deeper into the waves of her orgasm.