by Jamie Begley
“Don’t take it so hard, Colton. Your next lay is only a phone call away,” Vida taunted.
“No, Vida. My next lay is six inches away.” Colton strode forward. Belatedly realizing that he was serious, she took off running for the door. The doorknob was in her hand and she was pulling the door open when Colton’s hand above her head slammed the door closed. Vida was held flat against the door as Colton’s body pressed against her back and ass.
Vida stood still, realizing to late when she felt Colton’s hardness against her backside just how serious he was about his intentions.
“What’s wrong, Vida. Got yourself in trouble?” Colton whispered in her ear. His mouth nuzzled her neck, sending chills down her back.
“Let me go, Colton. I’ll call Tammy and tell her I was just aggravating you.”
“Too late. I didn’t want her anyway. I want you. I was being nice keeping my hands off you. Since you don’t want to play nice, I see no reason to continue fucking women that aren’t you.”
Vida tried to struggle free, however Colton held her still while his lips continued to explore her neck. He slightly lifted his weight off her and slid his hand across her midriff, seeking and finding the bottom of her top. His firm hand glided upwards across the flesh of her stomach, causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh.
His hand slid underneath her flimsy bra to find a nipple and begin twirling it between his fingertips. With Vida’s hands against the door, she pushed back against him, but Colton forestalled her, widening his stance and using his other hand to grip her hip, pulling her ass back against his lengthening cock.
“You’re making me so hard that I could come in my jeans.” Colton’s lips found her earlobe, gently biting it at the same time pinching her hard nipple. His hand then slipped from her breast, down her quivering stomach, his fingertips sliding underneath the fabric of her sweat pants.
“Stop, Colton!” Vida protested.
Colton took a step backward, releasing her. It took Vida several seconds to become aware he had released her. Turning from the door, she saw that he was standing by the couch, clenching and unclenching his hands.
“I stopped this time, Vida. Next time you play me like that, I won’t.”
“I won’t. I’m not going to have sex with you, Colton,” Vida told him bluntly.
“Five more minutes and I would have had you begging me.” Colton’s cynical voice had Vida’s temper rising.
“I would never beg you, Colton. You take sex as seriously as chewing a piece of gum. You’re married, and you’re an ass.” Vida raised her fingers counting off each one of his faults.
“You’re a pain in my ass. I am not married. I told Tessa to get a divorce while I was in prison, she didn’t. It will be final in a couple of weeks.” Vida waited expectantly, but he made no excuses for being an ass.
“I’ll move back into King’s,” Vida decided out loud.
Colton looked at her as if her intelligence was in question. “You move back in with King then Briggs will tell Digger. Next time he takes you, he will get you out of town so fast there won’t be time to get you back before you’re sold to someone.”
Vida turned away, going to the closet to get her blankets and sheets. Making up the couch, she ignored him. Colton sighed and then left the room. Vida turned out the lights before lying down on the couch. Her body was sore and it finally hit her what Digger was going to do to her if Colton had not shown up. Moving restlessly on the couch, she was unable to get comfortable.
The nightmare came whenever she had an emotional upset. She had a recurrence for several nights after Sawyer’s disappearance, but it had eased off. It came back with a vengeance now.
The dream began with flashes of her playing with Sawyer and Callie, running down the halls and making everyone crazy. Then, the day gradually changed over to night in her dreams with the flames eating at her unconscious mind. She could still see herself screaming and knocking on Callie’s door, the smoke pouring out from underneath. Her mom ran frantically toward her, picking her up and running down the hallway with her. Sawyer’s mother was running in front of them, trying to escape the smoke filled hallway, her terrified eyes staring back at Vida had her crying in her sleep.
Vida felt cocooned in softness as her mother held her, rocking her gently then lifting her and carrying her to bed. She couldn’t stop crying for Callie and Sawyer’s grey eyes tormented her until she gradually managed to doze off with her mother gently stroking her hair.
Chapter Eleven
Vida tried to roll over and found herself pinned with an arm around her waist as well as a hard male body curved against her back. She stiffened, feeling a soft mattress underneath her. Trying to slide out from underneath the arm, Vida felt it tighten against her, pulling her backwards.
The arm turned her until she was lying on her back, staring up at Colton.
“Feeling better this morning?” Colton’s thumb traced her black eye and bruised cheek.
“Yes, uh... how did I end up in here?” Vida asked, confused.
“You sleep walked in here and begged to sleep with me.” Colton’s straight face stared back at her.
“I did?” Vida’s mind desperately tried to remember the night before. Colton’s laughter brought her back, seeing him grinning down at her.
“You idiot.” Vida hit him with her fists. Colton caught her hands in his then raised them above her head laying them on the pillow. Taking both her wrists into one of his, he laughed harder at her expression before becoming serious.
“You woke me up crying for Sawyer and Callie. I couldn’t get you to stop crying so I brought you in here. It took awhile, but you finally managed to go back to sleep. You don’t remember?”
Vida shook her head against the pillow. “All I remember is dreaming about the night Callie died.”
“Poor baby.” Colton’s mouth dropped to nuzzle her neck.
“Colton, you can let me up. Don’t you need to get to work?” Vida reminded him.
“In a minute.” Colton raised his head, staring down intently into her eyes.
He lowered his lips until they rested gently against hers. Vida tensed underneath him.
“Relax,” Colton murmured against her lips.
“I can’t.” Vida tried to turn her head away, but Colton took advantage of her parted lips, deepening the kiss.
His kiss went from gentle to firmly taking control as he slipped his tongue into the warm moistness of her mouth. As Colton explored her mouth, Vida gradually began to respond, pressing her lips back against his, her tongue seeking his.
His hands released hers, and at first, Vida didn’t move them then she lowered them until they lay against his shoulders, trying to decide whether to push him away or pull him closer. However, Colton’s tongue, thrusting in erotic movements, had her arms circling his neck and pulling him closer. Decision made as her fingers twined into his long hair.
Colton broke the kiss to glide towards her neck, taking detours here and there, exploring her soft flesh with nips and licks.
His chest lowered to hers, flattening her breasts against his chest. Her leg curled around his hip, pulling him against her. Colton took command, tilting her face back, his mouth returning to her lips, demanding more of a response from her. Vida almost baulked, but gave in to the pleasure of his heated kiss, becoming lost in passionate surrender.
His hand slid to her stomach and without hesitance slid inside her sweat pants. Vida felt his fingers glide through her moist cleft. Startled she tried to jerk her mouth and hips away, but Colton held her steady, his fingers not moving to enter her, only softly stroking to heighten her desire.
Vida was torn between wanting him to stop and for him to keep going. His fingers began rubbing her sensitive flesh harder, swirling the sensitive bud in a motion that had her jerking her hips, this time to follow his movements. Her leg wound around his waist harder. Small moans began to escape her mouth, which was trapped under his. Her hips wiggled closer towards his hard body tha
Colton raised his mouth from hers. Her passion glazed eyes closed at seeing the desire blazing from his eyes.
“What do you need, baby?”
“More,” she said, unable to prevent the word from escaping her mouth.
“I can give you more.” He inserted another long finger, keeping his palm pressing down on her clit. Vida began moving her hips back and forth, her hands grasping his shoulders. Her movements driving Colton’s fingers higher inside her pussy.
His mouth went to her ear. “You’re so tight. I can feel you’re a virgin, Vida, right against my fingers.” Vida felt his thumb slowly moving more seductively against her. “Have you ever let anyone play with this pretty, little pussy before?”
Vida tried to jerk her hips away, but Colton held her still with his chest and his palm pushing against her mound while his fingers kept up their torturous pumping.
“Answer my question.” Colton’s firm voice demanded an answer.
“No,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“Your breasts? Have you let anyone suck on these pretty pink nipples?” he asked, nuzzling down into the gap her pajama top provided until he found her nipple, his tongued playing with it, turning the nub into a hardened point.
Vida moaned, wanting to stop, but also wanting more of him.
“You’re going to like this, Vida. You’re going to like this a lot.” Colton’s mouth latched onto her nipple while his fingers drove into her faster and faster.
Vida felt the pressure of a build up and slight pain with each thrust of his fingers as they butted up against her innocent flesh, until she was brought to a sudden climax. The spasms took control of her, forcing a shrill scream from her tight throat. Her body stiffened as she felt the loss of complete control to a pleasure she had never experienced before.
Colton rose above her, removing his hand from her warmth before pulling her pants back up and lowering her top until she was covered once again.
Vida lay stunned, wanting desperately to cry. She jackknifed straight up, startling Colton, and tried to jump from the bed. An arm around her waist stopped her, jerking her back as he leaned against the headboard and placed her effortlessly on his lap facing him.
“Where are you going?” Vida saw the amusement in his face, wanting to die of embarrassment.
“To the bathroom,” Vida said in a strangled voice.
“You couldn’t just tell me that instead of jumping out of bed like you saw a giant spider?” Colton looked at her quizzically.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Vida told him, trying to get off his lap.
Colton held her still with his hands on her hips. “In a minute.” His hands slipped to her ass, adjusting her until he notched her pussy against his cock where thankfully, Vida noticed, he had on a pair of sweat bottoms.
She had a terrible feeling she didn’t want to hear what he was about to say.
“Why are you still a virgin, Vida? No boyfriends in high school or college?” he questioned.
Vida was right; she didn’t want to hear his questions, much less answer them. Her lips tightened.
“It’s none of your business,” she finally answered.
“Yes, it is, since I’m the one going to take it,” he said casually.
“No, you’re not,” Vida snapped.
“Yes, baby, I am.” He lifted his pelvis until she could feel his hard cock against her folds. Desire threatened to rise again and Vida felt herself begin to want him.
Vida shook her head. He was everything she didn’t want in a man, everything she had sworn never to become attached to. Yet, he was sitting there, thinking he was going to take from her a gift that she had planned on keeping for someone special for years.
“No, you won’t. I have saved myself for the man I fall in love with, which is not you, nor will it ever be you. I won’t be like my mother, falling in love with one man after another, losing a piece of herself after each one. Do you know how many dads she brought home? Introduced me to? Each one she was sure was going to put that ring on her finger and make all her dreams come true. They never did, each one slept with her and used her until they were satisfied then they left her crying. She would cry for days, until she met the next one and fell just as hard.
“I am going to save myself for one man. A man who I know is going to love me as much as I love him, and won’t leave me for the next piece of pussy he sees. He will be as committed to me as I am to him. That will not be you, you’re a horn dog, and you’re married!” she yelled.
Colton rose up from his relaxed position, bringing his chest against hers.
“The only man that is going to be between your thighs is me. I am going to take that sweet little cherry of yours and make it mine. You made yourself so many promises when you were a little girl there’s no way you can keep them all. You’re not a little girl anymore, Vida. You’re a woman and you’re going to want my cock in you. You’re going to want it all the time.” Leaning back against the headboard again, he gave her a tender smile. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give it to you any time you want. If you’re not, I’ll make you beg for it.” He gave her an arrogant smile that Vida had to restrain herself from knocking off him with the fist clenched at her side.
“You ass!” Vida moved to jump off him, and this time he let her go with a laugh.
“You better hurry up; we’re late.” Colton’s voice followed her into the bathroom. She made sure to slam the door loud enough for him to hear.
Chapter Twelve
The tattoo shop managed to keep everyone busy, which made it easy for Vida to ignore Colton.
The door opening had Vida glancing up to see one of Colton’s fuck buddies coming through the door.
“Does Colton have an opening?” she questioned.
“Yes, he does.” Vida gave Tessa the client she had scheduled for Colton, penciling in Wanda for his next job.
“Have a seat; he’ll call you when he’s ready for you.”
“Thanks.” The girl smiled at her as she took a seat.
Tessa came out, ignoring Vida as she looked through the appointment book. Vida knew the exact moment Tessa noticed she had given her Colton’s next client.
“Why did you give me Colton’s client? I should have the client you gave him,” Tessa questioned her sharply.
Vida pointed to Wanda. “She requested Colton. The client I gave you didn’t. Colton said I should try to fill requests if it was possible.”
“She requested Colton?” Her gaze sharpened on Wanda.
“Yes, she did.” Tessa’s face turned red as she snapped out the name of her client. She stood, talking to him about which tat he wanted for several minutes, her eyes never leaving the other woman who was becoming uncomfortable under Tessa’s hateful glare.
Tessa gave the client directions to her room then walked over to Wanda. Vida sat, watching the oncoming confrontation, debating if she should get Colton to mediate.
“My husband will be with you in just a few minutes. He was almost done when I came out.” Tessa’s fake politeness didn’t fool Vida, but it succeeded with Wanda.
“Your husband? Colton didn’t tell me he was married.”
Tessa smiled in satisfaction. “We’ve been married four years.”
Wanda rose angrily to her feet, returning to the counter.
“Cancel my tattoo; I don’t have the time to wait.” Wanda left without waiting for a reply from Vida.
Tessa didn’t try to hide the vindictive smile on her face as she left to finally get started on her waiting customer.
Colton and his client came out then, talking with Reverend.
“Did you take a picture of it? That one needs to go on the wall,” Reverend said, taking a seat next to Vida.
“Took one in the room,” Colton said absently, gazing down at the appointment book with a frown.
“Next time, Colton.” The client waved as he left.
“Later, Kyle.” Turning to Vida, he asked, “What happened to Wanda? I see her name marked out.”
Vida shrugged innocently. “She waited for a while then said she couldn’t wait any longer.”
Reverend called his next client, looking at Vida and Colton quickly before escorting his client to his room.
Colton pulled out his cell, moving away from the counter as new clients came in the door. Vida fit them into the schedule, having to turn a few away for the moment and rescheduling those, while watching Colton as he talked on the phone. His expression becoming angry. He ended the call, striding furiously from the room.
Vida sat tensely behind the counter, becoming even more nervous when she heard raised voices from the back. A sudden loud noise sounded before Tessa came running out. Leaving the shop without a word.
The clients in the waiting area sat staring at one another until Colton returned.
“Who’s my next client?” he asked grimly. Vida pointed to a heavyweight man sweating profusely. Colton called the man’s name. She listened as the man described the tattoo he wanted that would take several visits. Colton led him away as Vida made future appointments to complete the desired tattoo.
Tessa reappeared with a cup of coffee, giving everyone the silent treatment for the rest of the day. Colton and Reverend worked without taking a break as Tessa got her revenge by taking huge amounts of time between clients. When the door closed at the end of the day, both men looked exhausted.
“You and Tessa need to get your shit straight, and you need to hire another artist. Word is out that you’re out of prison. We can’t do our best work if we keep pushing it with customers.”
“I’ll look around for another artist. The divorce will be final next week. Once Tessa realizes it’s a done deal, she’ll settle down or I’ll fucking fire her.”
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