by Missy Lyons
Yes!
She wanted to tell him the truth, but she was afraid he would stop if she did. He unbuttoned his pants and slid his boxers and pants down to his knees. His dick seemed to jut angrily from his pants, red and swollen. It was thick and long. A wet liquid dripped between her legs, lubricating her entrance. She watched him as the condom was opened and rolled over his pink tip and down the length of him, wondering how many other women he had practiced on before her. It didn’t seem as unplanned when he had been prepared with a condom.
“Just do it.” She sat back on the sink and raised her legs high, knocking her knees against the wall in the small cabin. He found her wet hole and pushed the tip inside and then more of him until he was balls-deep in her pussy. She clung to his body as he pressed into her silken heat over and over again. He was silk over steel and demanding her surrender.
Willingly, she bent to his will, answering each thrust with one of her own. There was no time for sweet nothings or words of love or commitment. She had never had anything so primal. He fucked her, hard, and demanded her total and absolute surrender. Between their bodies, his fingers stroked her clit as he slid in and out of her body with his dick, over and over again. She arched back, pressing against his hands, aiding his entry into her, allowing him deeper access to her bounty.
She came. Not like any old orgasm. She exploded. This was nothing like anything she had experienced before. The college boys she had practiced with were inexperienced and clumsy, but this man knew how to elicit a jaw-dropping orgasm from her. A rippling wave of physical sensation rocked her. She bit her lip, drawing blood to prevent from screaming out in her ecstasy.
She felt him give one last deep thrust inside of her, and the tip of his cock jumped. His balls and his buttocks tightened as he thrust inside of her, juggled a little, and released himself.
She wanted to ask him if it was always that good. Did he just feel the ground move beneath his feet? Yet despite her rousing curiosity, something stopped her from asking and finding out the answer. She didn’t want to hear about the other women right now as she pressed against him, enfolded in his arms. She listened until his breathing slowed to a near normal pace and felt him go limp inside of her and then pull out. He removed the condom and wrapped it in toilet paper before throwing it in the trash.
It was mind-blowing sex like she just had to make her understand why people had fuck buddies. This experience was addictive. Already she was wondering how she could repeat the process. It might be possible to get under his skin but could she make someone as controlled as Colt Vance forget the precaution of a condom so she could get pregnant? Or maybe he would agree to be the father to her baby. It wasn’t like she needed him to act like a daddy. She just needed a sperm donor. She could have the lawyers draw something up after it was all over. He would never have to pay a dime in child support, and that responsibility was usually what held most men back.
It wasn’t like she was trying to trap him. He would never have to see her again if he didn’t want to. Ever. This could be a one-time thing, and he would never even know he had a child.
“So, I’m guessing you don’t usually lack for a partner, despite being too busy for a girlfriend?” She felt sated, but probably a bit too curious about how many other women he made feel the same way.
“Not usually.” His smile went clear to the depths of his dark-brown eyes. She tried to act casual about picking up her shirt off the floor and dressing. After all, he had just fucked her senseless. It was okay if he saw her naked. He took it from her hands and helped ease it over her shoulders and down her body. After straightening his own clothes, he helped her with the rest of hers. “But if the right girl came along, I’d make time to see her.”
She had the feeling he was talking more than hypothetically.
A hundred butterflies flew up around her stomach. Was he insinuating she might be the right woman? Somehow she thought she might be overly hopeful, trying to believe that was what he just said.
He could be just making casual conversation. The type anyone would make to avoid making things awkward after having sex in the bathroom of an airplane.
She barely suppressed a giggle.
“What are you thinking right now?” he asked curiously.
“I was just thinking this is crazy. I never do anything like this, but I want to remember it. Do we get an award or something now that we are members of the mile-high club?”
“I think you should get an honorary set of wings. I’ll get you a pin as soon as we land.” He kissed her on the lips. Not as passionate or nearly as demanding as before, but soft and giving.
“Thank you, Colt. I think this has really helped me to forget some of my insecurities with flying. Just the distraction I needed.” She felt warm and secure in his arms.
“Ready?” He looked for her approval before unlocking the door and peering out to look both ways. Seeing no one there, he pulled her out of the lavatory and into the aisle.
“Next time, we won’t have to rush on my private jet.” His deep voice reassured her.
Next time?
She would take a boat. There was no way she would be taking a plane again anytime soon, even if Colt Vance did make the experience more fun.
She didn’t want to think about flying again. Not so soon, but she couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her lips or the positively giddy feeling rising up from her stomach.
Colt Vance wanted to have a next time.
With her.
Mousy-haired Susannah Gibson.
Chapter Seven
Susannah slung her backpack over her right shoulder, repositioning its weight repeatedly. She watched all the passengers from her plane crowd around the luggage claim area and one by one they walked away with their bags.
Which only made Susannah more nervous—her bags were nowhere in sight, and the mechanical luggage rack had already stopped spitting out new bags. It was now just endlessly cycling in circles. Finally, the luggage belt came to rest at a complete stop. Three bags remained on the belt—none of them were Susannah’s. An airport employee dressed in blue walked up with a long-handled pull cart and loaded those on the metal platform.
She approached him and hoped he would know where her bags were. “Excuse me, but my bags didn’t make it. Do you know where they might be?”
“Yes, man.” She bit her tongue to keep from correcting him. His voice was clipped English but in that Caribbean surf dialect that called everyone a man. “You need to go file a claim form at the customer-service booth.” He pointed to the far side of the lobby.
“Thanks,” she said before lifting her backpack higher on her shoulders.
“Hey, Susannah, isn’t it?” She turned around to see him.
Six feet of manly goodness stared back at her. Instantly, she felt that good, warm feeling rise up from within her and a creamy reminder between her legs of what they shared.
They exchanged numbers on the plane and he made some promises to get together while she was here in town, but she expected him to leave as soon as the plane landed. He said he had pressing appointments to attend to.
“Yeah. What’s up?” She felt the heat on her cheeks and tried not to let her excitement show in her voice. She couldn’t forget his name. Not easily. Colt Vance would be driving her dreams for many nights to come, and it would be his face she pictured to any of those late night scenes where she brought herself to climax.
“Is something wrong?”
He caught her in mid daydream.
“No. I was just finishing up here. I, uh—guess they lost my luggage.” She blinked, feeling kind of stupid in his presence. Normally she just did what needed to be done, but her brain was going all mushy now. How do you fix brain-melt?
“Well, I was going to suggest we share a ride to your hotel, but it can wait.”
“If you want, we can still do that, but I don’t know what I am going to do with no clothes.”
She cringed after saying that. She left herself wi
de open for a sexual comeback.
Colt’s intense gaze reminded her of a cat that was about to catch his prey. “I could think of something.”
He looked like a man with sex on his mind, which was giving her naughty ideas as well.
“Not for a whole week!” She gave him what was meant to be a scolding look, but she couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.
“I can tell that you haven’t had any really good lovers lately, because a week wouldn’t be enough for me.” Colt’s smoldering look left her feeling breathless. “Let me take care of this for you. I’ll have my assistant follow up with the luggage, but first let me help you get something to hold you over for the next few days.”
“Colt, you really don’t have to—” He put his fingers to her lips, stopping her from protesting further.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. I’ll consider buying you something to get you through until your clothes arrive.” His chocolate-brown eyes twinkled merrily. She imagined he didn’t have anything practical on the list as far as clothing went. He’d want to buy things that encouraged his sexual fantasies. “You can consider it my good deed for the month.”
“Okay, but only the bare necessities.” She was not going to become his little mistress, subject to his every whim, and she didn’t need a new wardrobe just yet. She just needed to last a few days without clothes. A package of underwear and a toothbrush and she would call it good. “And I’ll pay my own way. Thank you.”
“Fair enough.” He took the backpack from her shoulders and tossed it over his shoulder to carry for her. Then he tucked her arm under his, keeping her effectively at his side. “We’ll make the decision of who pays when we get there.”
Colt was obviously a man used to getting his way.
“Colt!” Hands on her hips, she protested.
“Sometimes it helps when you let a man just be nice to you.” He gave her that stupid grin that just made her want to give in and let him have whatever he wanted. The man was far too handsome for his own good. She couldn’t imagine many women saying no to Colt Vance.
“Okay, but you don’t have to carry my stuff. It really isn’t necessary.”
“Consider me old fashioned. When I am with a lady I like to open doors, hold out her chair, and carry her bags.”
“You are a true gentleman, cowboy.”
“Cowboys are always gentlemen.”
He was leading to the doors marked with a bright red exit sign.
“Where’s your luggage?” she asked, suddenly realizing his arms were empty except for her backpack. He should have his own set of luggage to carry. She cast him a sideways glance. “Don’t tell me they lost yours, too?”
“No. My driver already loaded it into the car.”
She frowned, realizing he had probably come back just for her. Flattered, she flashed a dazzling smile up at him. “Oh, I pictured you as a sports-car type of guy. I figured with your money you’d be behind the wheel of something red—with a racing stripe.”
“Don’t get me wrong—I love to drive, but it seems impractical to leave a car on the island to rust out when I only come around a couple of times a year.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I just use the hotel’s car and driver when I need to go anywhere. Back home I have a sweet ride.”
“I bet it’s nice.” She smiled sweetly, knowing how dear most men held their cars. She never thought she’d feel the same way, but her Veyron held a special place in her heart.
“She is, but I have a nicer ride right here.” He tugged her close enough to him to smell his aftershave.
A shiver ran up her spine.
“Well, aren’t you a smooth talker?” she whispered back to him. She pulled closer, sliding the palms of her hands down his hard chest. “Are you ready for round two?”
He bumped his groin against her, and she was shocked by the hard evidence. Her quick intake of breath pulled a smile out of his lips. She had all the proof she needed that he was ready for another round.
She giggled. She couldn’t help it. Here she was so attracted to this guy she was ready to jump him in the middle of an airport. She wanted to have him in broad daylight, and it didn’t matter they were in a very public place. Once was not going to be enough, and it didn’t matter that she already had her way with him in the lavatory of the airplane.
What would her sisters say? She felt a heat flush her face. They would probably be cheering her on. What would her parents think? Her mother would probably be thrilled that she was interested in anyone male—this would make her that much closer to getting grandchildren after all, but this kind of behavior was completely out of character for her. Her sisters would be shocked she acted this fast, and they hadn’t even made it to the bedroom yet.
“You are going to be the end of me, Mr. Vance.” She just met the man and all she could think about was the fact she wanted to sneak away to fuck him. Again. Heat flushed her face. “If there was a bed anywhere nearby I’d be racing you to it.”
“Who needs a bed? We can be creative.”
“And still have privacy?” she questioned.
“Trust me.” Funny thing was that she already did trust him. He had this power surrounding him that made her want to believe him and follow him anywhere.
* * * *
“It was nice of you to help me shop and replace some of the necessities, but really you don’t have to come in every store with me.” Most men were exhausted after a few stores and usually waited outside in a chair with the bags, but not Colt. He had stayed tirelessly by her side, store by store, rack by rack, and even made recommendations for her body type. Evidently he was an experienced shopper, but if he didn’t feel comfortable, she wanted to give him the opportunity to bow out gracefully.
Colt didn’t seem to mind tagging along in the slightest and didn’t make a move to leave now that she was willing to let him off the hook.
The selection was sparse by Susannah’s standards. The outdoor mall wasn’t really a mall, but lots of little shacks thrown together. Most of them catered to the tourists and provided knickknacks and colorfully painted shirts with brightly colored tropical flowers, but finding sundries like toothpaste and a hairbrush was proving next to impossible.
Finally after hours of walking the back alleys, they seemed to find the one store that might suit her needs.
This was the one shop that didn’t have a homemade look to it. It actually had a New York chic kind of look, made of brick and a brownstone-looking facade.
“I don’t mind shopping with you.” His eyes strayed toward the attractive associate lingering near the open door.
Susannah frowned at the petite woman. If she was male, she wouldn’t mind either, but the woman was moving in on her territory, and she didn’t like it.
“Can I help you find anything you need?” The buxom, young associate chose exactly that moment to interrupt them. It irritated Susannah the way she chose to make eye contact only with Colt. She was completely ignoring her, and he couldn’t possibly be missing the fact the clerk was making goo-goo eyes at him. Why didn’t Colt give her the cold shoulder?
Instead he gave the clerk one dazzling smile and motioned to Susannah. “Yes, I think my friend here needs a few things to tide her over. It should be a week before the rest of her luggage arrives, so I would say at least seven outfits and at least one nice evening gown.”
“Colt! I thought we talked about this,” she whispered harshly, hoping only he would hear. She didn’t like arguing in front of the woman she didn’t know.
“We did and I disagreed,” he told her in that I-don’t-want-any-argument tone.
Susannah grunted her disapproval. She hated arguing, but Colt was being too bullheaded to listen to her.
The clerk rolled her eyes over Susannah’s slim figure and then curled her nose up in disgust. She gave her exactly the same look Susannah got when she went inside a shop on Rodeo Drive while wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top and no makeup with her hair tied back in a simple ponytail. Susan
nah prickled under the judgmental eyes of the clerk. Susannah had the money to pay for everything in the tiny little shop by writing a single check, but she didn’t have to prove it to her by buying anything.
It made Susannah sick the way some people made an immediate decision about the person because of the way they looked.
“I suppose we could do something to help her look a little more…presentable.”
Susannah’s mouth dropped open in shock.
“Presentable?” She moved forward for a confrontation, and Colt restrained her with two strong hands on her shoulders.
“Sounds good to me,” he answered for her.
“Absolutely, what are you, a size ten? Of course, you couldn’t be anything smaller. We’ll start there.” The woman didn’t wait for Susannah’s reply, leaving their immediate presence, and began gathering clothes from the racks and throwing them over her shoulder.
“I can’t stand her,” Susannah muttered.
“Don’t let her get under your skin. This is one of the only decent shops on the island. You’ve seen what we’ve had to work with.”
“You must go shopping a lot.”
“Not really just when I have to. I let my personal assistant do most the shopping for me. This looks promising, how about this one?” He held up a very short, lightly flowered dress for her perusal.
“I’ve never been into flowers much.” Susannah squished up her nose. “It seems like something my grandmother would wear.”
“Just one difference. Your grandma wouldn’t look as half as good as you would in this.”
“Thanks, but that is just half a dress.” She took the hanger from his hands and put it back on the rack.
“That’s why you would look good in it.”
“I told you I don’t need much. Just the bare necessities and maybe a swimsuit.”
“And the bare necessities should include a change of clothes. Unless you want to begin stinking on your third day after wearing the same outfit every day.”
“Okay, maybe one outfit, but what am I going to need an evening dress for? In a week’s time I will be on a boat and probably won’t see land too often. It’s not like me and the sharks will be going out for cocktails.”
