by Cat Mason
I feel like I have no control on my life. Something I swore I would never give up after leaving Daniel. The entire place is wrapped in chain link fence, that is now topped with thick barbed wire, thanks to Huck and his ongoing war with the dumpster diving racoons. Crazy old man. If it were up to him, that fence would be throwing ten thousand volts of electric current, like in Jurassic Park.
Colt calls and checks in. And while he attempts to tell me what to do, I’m usually quick to remind him that he’s not here to dictate shit. That usually earns me a chuckle. Or a growl. I haven’t decided which I like more.
Colt’s room, which is more like a studio apartment, is the only place I can go to escape the chaos that is always brewing around here. It isn’t huge, by any means, but it has a deadbolt and gives me the ability to retreat into myself when I need to. Something that I’m grateful Colt could see I would need while being here.
The walls in here are stark white, almost glowing in the darkness as I lie awake in bed. The only real splash of color in the entire room is a large, ugly ass green recliner in the corner, and the flashing red lights of the alarm clock on the nightstand that reflects on the walls. A long white dresser and a flat screen television take up almost an entire wall. Another wall has a small refrigerator, microwave, and two cabinets, both of them filled with snacks, drinks, and canned foods. If it weren’t for the need of sunlight, snuggles with baby Vic, and inappropriate conversation with Ro and Shy for shits and giggles, I could easily stay locked inside this room for two weeks without needing much of anything.
Not that the girls would let me even attempt one day of that without kicking the door and dragging me out by my hair. It’s almost as if they have been waiting for me to end up here like this with them. Like they’ve expected me to become a part of the chaos, instead of standing on the sidelines watching, only stepping in when I’m needed, like I have in the past.
Rolling onto my side, my eyes fly open when I hear that deep familiar growl. Colt. Sitting in the recliner in the corner of the room, his eyes are trained on me. He switches on the lamp next to him, the hunger is his deep blues sucking me in.
He’s showered. His hair damp, hanging loosely around his face. His chest is bare, only a pair of black basketball shorts stopping me from having a full view of all that is Colt. “Like you in my bed,” he says, grinning like the damn devil. Crossing his leg, he props his ankle up on the opposite knee.
“Hey,” I breathe, resting my cheek on my palm. “When did you get back?” I’ve missed him. I hadn’t expected that. I’m also not sure how I feel about the way this man has managed to insert himself into my life so easily.
“Lose the panties,” he says, ignoring my question.
Looking down at myself, I take in my white tank and the pink lace boy short underwear I decided to sleep in because it was hotter than Satan’s nut sack in a sauna in here last night. I would’ve sold my left tit for a fan, or at least a fucking window. “What?” I blurt, blinking in surprise. Then I inwardly kick myself because blinking sure as fuck doesn’t help me hear any better.
“Been gone for days, babe,” he explains. Not that I don’t know that shit already. I am all too aware of how long I have been here. “Need you naked, tits in my face, and workin’ that fine fuckin’ ass on my cock.” Leaning up in the chair, he licks his lips and I feel it hit straight between my legs. A tremor of heat runs down my spine, my toes damn near curling before he even touches me. “You good with screamin’ my name before breakfast?”
“Are you serious?” I ask in complete disbelief. Sitting up, I blink again, trying to figure out whether I’m dreaming this or not.
His lips part, the tip of his tongue resting on his bottom teeth. “I may be a man of few words, Hotness, but you better believe I’ll never say anything I don’t mean.” Pushing to his feet, he steps toward me. Grabbing my ankles, he slowly pulls me down the bed toward him. He looks like a wild animal preparing to pounce on his prey. “You want me?” he asks, sliding his hands up the backs of my legs.
I bite my lip, resisting the urge to purr like some kind of attention starved cat. His eyes darken, the blue hypnotizing and beautiful. I want to drown in them, to escape the chaos around me and get lost in his overpowering intensity. If only for the moment.
“I want you.” The words come out on a rush of air that makes me dizzy. Though Colt’s touch has a way of making my head spin. “But, Colt, we should—”
“You still sore?” he asks, searching my eyes.
“I’m fine,” I assure him. “But don’t you think—”
Baring his weight on his forearm, his body carefully covers mine. “Babe,” he murmurs softly, his nose running along mine, our mouths brushing faintly as he continues to speak. “What I think is that we’ve been walkin’ a dangerous line since we met. Need to cross that, see what’s there.” My heart skips a beat when he bites down on my bottom lip. As if he had done this a thousand times, my body reacts instinctively, arching up into him, silently begging for more. Sliding his hand up my side, he tugs the hem of my tank up, exposing my breast. “The rest will come after you do.”
His mouth takes mine. The kiss is bruising, hot. The passion and hunger he unleashes when his tongue tangles with mine borders on blistering. Taking his time, he slowly strips away my clothes, feeling every inch of me and savoring me like a last meal. Every cell of my body feels like it is on fire. Colt’s hands run along every curve of my body. Following the path of his fingers with his mouth, he hums appreciatively. The vibrations go straight to my clit each time, soft whimpers falling from my lips, only causing him to repeat the process. The hairs of his beard send goosebumps breaking out over my skin. It feels fantastic. I soak up every minute, drowning in a tidal wave of sensation and pleasure.
I will never survive him.
My legs fall open, making room for his body as he kisses his way down my chest. His lips wrap around my nipple, sucking hard as he tugs and teases the other with his fingers. “Colt,” I moan, gripping his hair tightly with both hands. “I need more.”
Releasing my nipple, he presses a kiss between my breasts. “I know you do, baby.” His voice is soft but confident. “And you’ll get it. When I’m ready to give it to you.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, bolting upright, nearly bashing my head into his. Sitting back on his heels, his lips twitch in amusement. I narrow my eyes. “I’ve told you, Colt. I don’t take orders. From anyone.”
“Not what this is about, Henley.” Grabbing my hips with both hands, he grinds his cock against my core. A string of curses and desperate pleas tear from my chest. “Do you feel that?” he asks, rocking against me. “I’m not takin’ your power. The moment your sweet fuckin’ cunt sinks down onto my cock, you’ll be takin’ mine.” One of his hands moves, his thumb brushing my clit. “Before that happens, you’re gonna come against my tongue. You scream my name and beg for my dick all you want. But while I eat you, baby, you won’t take one ounce of pleasure from my mouth that I don’t offer you.”
I want to argue with him. If he were anyone else, I would shove him away and tell him exactly where he can shove that dominant macho bullshit attitude he throws around. I don’t. The look in his eyes quickly replaces my urge to resist with and unescapable need to be consumed.
Without another word, Colt slides back on the bed, yanks my thighs apart and buries his devilish smirk between my legs. My hips jolt the moment his tongue traces the length of my pussy. His hands cup my ass, pulling me up to his face. “Mmm,” he moans, wrapping his lips around my clit.
“Fucking hell!” My arms fly out wide, fingers fisting the sheets tightly.
Every move of his lips, each calculated flick of his tongue has me so worked up all I can do is feel. Just like in my dreams, each time I feel my orgasm coming, Colt lets off just enough to leave me teetering on edge. My thighs ache with my building release, my entire body wound so tight that it has tears slipping down my cheeks.
Shifting my body, Colt releases his hold on my as
s. His hands running along my hips, and up my abdomen to my breasts. His fingers tease and tug at my nipples, groaning against my core each time his name leaves my lips. “I’m so close,” I whimper, rocking my hips up to meet his face. “Please.”
“You wanna come?” he asks, looking up at me. “Grind that pussy against my face and take it, baby.” His words unleash the beast in both of us. Colt goes on overdrive. Squeezing my breasts, he alternates his lips and tongue, quickly driving me to the point of no return. Unable to hold back, I fist his hair, buck my hips, and lose the last of my control.
He eats at me furiously. Releasing one breast, Colt thrusts two fingers inside me, pumping in time with his tongue. I splinter into a thousand pieces. “Fuck!” The word tears from my chest, nearly taking all my breath with it. Arching off the bed, I cover his hand on my breast with mine, hanging on for dear life as I am ripped apart by the force of the orgasm I feel gripping me by the throat.
His tongue and fingers keep working me, but the pace slows considerably. Just as he worked me up, he brings me down, completely in control of every move he makes. I am ruined.
Pressing one last kiss right above my clit, Colt sits back and smugly admires his handiwork. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathes, running his hands up my thighs. Rolling to his back, he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me on top of his chest.
Straddling his thighs, I slide my palms up his chest. Rocking my hips, I grind down on his cock, feeling it pressing against where I desperately want it most. “Remember the night we met?” I ask, taunting him with another roll of my hips. “I ended up on you just like this.”
Grabbing my hip, his eyes darken in challenge. “Trust me, Hotness,” he warns, thrusting against my ass. I throw my head back, a long low moan leaving my lips. “Had you been up on me like this, that night would’ve ended with you bent over that table and me buried deep. Gunshot wound or not.”
Shifting back, I keep my eyes locked on his and slip my hand into his shorts. “Is that so?” I ask, wrapping my fingers around him. Fuck. The man is thick. Eyes on me, he hisses through his teeth. I stroke him slowly, his cock swelling in my hand. “You want me?” I ask, throwing his words back at him from before.
“Henley,” he breathes, sounding pained. “You’ve got no fuckin’ idea.” Reaching over, he snatches a condom off the nightstand. Ripping it open with his teeth, he moves my hand before rolling it down his length. “Stop teasin’ your man and ride his goddamn dick.”
Rising up on my knees, I tease us both by rubbing my clit with the head of his cock. His hands go to my hips, but he makes no effort to stop me. “You gonna beg?” I moan, rocking my hips to increase the friction. “Say please?”
“Christ,” he bites out through gritted teeth, digging his fingers into my ass. “You’re too fuckin’ much, woman.”
“Am I?” I ask, tugging at my nipple.
“Fuck me.” His gaze drops to my breasts, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Hangin’ on by a thread here, babe.”
Ending our mutual torture, I slide down onto him, slowly taking him inch by inch as my body adjusts to his size. Covering his hands with mine, I get lost in the way our bodies move together. For every shift of my hips, Colt meets me thrust for thrust. With him seated deep inside me, stretching me, filling me so fucking full, that the bites of pain I feel when he bucks his hips has me chasing an orgasm that I know will tear me in half.
I want it.
I need it.
I fucking welcome it.
“Sweet fuckin’ pussy,” Colt grunts, finding my clit with his thumb. “Squeezin’ my goddamn cock. Fuckin’ killin’ me.”
“Oh God,” I pant, falling forward. Bracing myself on his chest, I fall apart. “Colt!” My eyes slam shut, color exploding behind them as my body shakes violently against him.
Sitting up, Colt wraps his arms around me, his hips pumping up into me as he chases his own release. “Give me that mouth, babe,” he growls into my ear. “I’m gonna eat my name right off your lips.”
Crushing his lips to mine, he drives into me. Pressing his chest tightly to mine, he swallows every cry of pleasure, every moan and whimper as I fall apart in his arms.
Ripping his mouth from mine, Colt buries his face in my neck. A roar explodes from his chest when he still inside me, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. The sound is primal. Sexy as hell. And, it also officially beats out his growl and chuckle for my favorite Colt sound in spades.
Eleven
Colt
After catching a few hours of sleep, I force myself to untangle from Henley and get out of bed. As much as I want to wake her and spend hours taking her in every possible way I can think up, I have to remind myself that she is still healing from the accident. Her bandages may be gone, the bruises marring her body have faded to a dull yellow, but the last thing I want to do is push her too far too soon.
Dressed and ready to get shit done, I stop at the bed, taking in the gorgeous woman sleeping soundly in my bed. Lying partially on her stomach, her curly blonde hair is fanned out across my pillow, her face relaxed. Bending down, I can’t help kissing her swollen lips. She sighs softly, her eyelids fluttering, but not fully opening. Grabbing the sheet from the edge of the bed, I tug it over her naked body, and force myself to leave the room.
Heading up the stairs, I spot Huck and Doc at the bar talking to Torch and Schrader. Tucked safely against Schrader’s chest, is baby Vic, dressed head to toe in pink. “How’s diaper duty, asshole?” I ask, snagging myself a donut from the box on the bar. Inhaling it in two bites, I grab another.
“I don’t do diapers,” Schrader replies, smirking down at the baby. “She saves the shit for her Momma.”
“Just you wait, Ol’ boy,” Huck chuckles. “She may save the shit for Momma now, but it’s the Poppas who get dumped on when those boys start sniffin’ around.”
“Never gonna fuckin’ happen, Old man.” Schrader’s eyes shoot up. Meeting Huck’s, they go cold. “Little bastards show up for my girl, I’ll bury ‘em out back up to their necks in the backlot. Kick their teeth in and leave ‘em to rot. Every goddamn one of ‘em.”
Carrying two coffee cups, Shy steps out from the door that leads to the kitchen. “For fuck’s sake,” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “Pretty sure we’ve got a while before some punk wants to date Vic, babe. How about we focus on something simple? Like getting her to sleep somewhere other than in your arms?”
Shy’s crack gets a laugh out of everyone. Except Schrader. He looks somewhere between annoyed and amused, but doesn’t say anything in response. Shy sets down the coffee mugs and takes the baby from Schrader. Vic starts to fuss the second Shy settles her against her chest. Picking up one of the mugs, Schrader smiles smug as fuck before taking a sip.
“Stone on his way down?” I ask, knowing that ever since Stone bought the house on the ridge behind the clubhouse for himself and Roanne, they rarely sleep here anymore.
“Should be,” Doc says, with a nod of his head. “With everyone back from handlin’ shit, he’s eager to figure out our next moves.”
“Damn right,” Huck blurts, snatching the other cup of coffee and adding moonshine like creamer. “Gotta head out with this old prick to make a run this afternoon,” he grumbles, jerking his chin at Doc. “Got the exchange with Merc’s guy comin’. Big fuckin’ order.”
“Which means no skimmin’ off the top,” Doc fires back, dropping his spent smoke into a soda can.
“Told ya,” Huck argues, shooting him a glare. “That’s for the quality inspection.”
“Inspection my ass,” Shy laughs. Walking around the bar, she drops a kiss to his cheek. “That’s like a pimp tappin’ his girl’s asses and claimin’ quality control.”
Huck’s smile nearly splits his face. “Damn skippy, sweetheart. It’s a hard fuckin’ job, but someone’s gotta do it.”
“I swear to hell Ma found you on the side of the road, playin’ under power lines,” Doc grunts, pushing to his feet. “Bless
her soul for takin’ your crazy ass in.”
“Henley awake?” Shy asks, looking to me to change the subject before Doc and Huck start trading punches. “Thought I’d ask her to run into town with me in a bit. Pop needs me to pick up his jars from Hilman’s. Ro’s goin’ too. Thought we could use the opportunity to get a jump on some of this wedding stuff.”
“Sleepin’ when I left her,” I reply, unable to hide my grin.
“In your bed?” Torch’s tone hardens.
“Of course not,” Shy huffs, rolling her eyes. “Colt made her sleep in the bathtub, dipshit.”
“Lot more than sleepin’ goin’ on,” Schrader laughs, nudging me with his elbow. “Whole damn building shook so hard earlier I bet it registered on the Richter scale.”
Torch and I both shoot warning looks to Schrader. “That’s my sister, shithead,” Torch growls.
“Sister or not,” Schrader shrugs. “Colt’s tappin’ that.”
“That’s enough,” I warn, hardening my stare. “You wanna talk about the ways you fuck your girl, that’s on you. Not everyone takes out an ad in the paper every time they get their dick wet.”
“Clean up the blood,” Shy says, winking at Schrader before turning for the hallway. “I’ve got a baby to put down for a nap.”
“You women leave this lot, there sure as fuck better be a man ridin’ behind you!” Schrader shouts after her, his head snapping in her direction to watch her walk away.
“Saw Jace out front.” Striding through the opened front doors, Stone yanks off his sunglasses. Releasing Ro’s hand, he presses a kiss to her temple before she follows behind Shy. “Consider him their shadow for the day.” His eyes move to me. He grins. “Good to see you made it back in one piece, Brother,” he says clapping me on the back. “How ‘bout you get us all up to speed on where we’re at.”
