Lunchtime Chronicles: Served

by Brooklyn Knight

  I growled on her pearl. “I’mma give it to you, Savvy, but it’s gonna be more than once. You can fuckin’ bet on that!”

  I multitasked sipping her and sliding out of my pants until they fell to the floor. I raked her off the counter and right onto my ready cock. “Oh, fuckin’ hell, mama!” My neck thrust back at the immediate tightness and heat.

  “Colt...”

  I took to pumping. Weren’t no time to be cute or romantic. Maybe in round three, when I was accustomed to having her near me. Then, I’d be able to practice some self-control.

  Maybe.

  My cock stroked into her, in and out; long, firm thrusts, and I didn’t stop until her face twisted up all cute and she was screaming my name.

  “Oh, Colt!”

  “This is my pussy, Savvy,” I growled. The pace was rapid. “It’s mine!”

  Savannah’s juices squirted and dribbled down my shaft, and she panted like my stallion on a run.

  I lifted her up, cock still implanted into her, and I took her to the living room. I dropped onto the couch, with Savvy sitting on my lap. Her legs straddled my thighs.

  “Ride me, mama,” I pleaded in a low rasp. “Make me cum hard.”

  A devilish glint flashed through her eyes. “You know I ain’t no cowgirl,” she whispered, but she leaned forward and placed the most tender kiss on my mouth.

  I sighed deep into her throat, taking her cheek into my palm. “You’re my cowgirl,” I said. “Ride me.”

  She put her hands on the back of the couch and started grinding on my lap. She was like a ship on my ocean, rocking back and forth, manipulating my cock like a fuckin’ joystick. She lifted her ass then plopped it back down. Her soft cheeks smothered my dick and balls.

  I was gonna fuckin’ explode.

  I gripped her waist hard and steadied her rhythm. My teeth were clamping over my lip, until I was sure I was bleeding. I was on the verge of cumming, but Savvy started to again before I could reach my climax.

  Her back arched and spasmed, but I ripped her off me and spun her around until her face was planted in the couch.

  “Greedy girl,” I grunted spreading her round ass-cheeks and licking her from front to back.

  Fuck, she was sweet.

  Her back arched and she moaned my name.

  Then, I stuck her from the back.

  Her nails raked the cushions. “Oh yes, Colt!”

  I jerked, trying to keep the pumps well-timed, but her moans and sighs were tipping me over the fuckin’ edge.

  “Fuck, Savvy!” I groaned so loud, the hounds came running into the room. Everything in me poured into her. I took a fistful of her curls and tugged them until her neck strained back. I clasped my mouth over hers in a vicious kiss. Our tongues thrusted against each other until one final pump delivered my seeds deep inside of her.

  We both fell limp, panting something fierce.

  “I love you, mama,” I whispered. “I need you to know that. I don’t want anyone else but you.” I kissed her some more, and then some more. Then, I pulled her off the couch and into my arms, where we stood for what felt like an eternity.

  Savvy ran her fingers through my hair and tightened her arms around my waist.

  I nuzzled the top of her head. “Let’s take a shower,” I suggested. “Then I wanna’ show you something.”

  Chapter Eight

  Savannah

  My face was plastered against the marble walls of Colt’s shower as he fucked me under a warm waterfall. Water sprayed through his blond hair, and big drops clung to his long lashes. Every muscle in his body pulsed and flexed as he manhandled me under the deluge.

  I was falling.

  I was succumbing.

  Everything I said I’d never do if I saw him again, I was doing.

  But how could I expect myself not to? Oh, how I’d missed this – the way he dominated me. The way he owned me. No other man had been able to do it the way he could. In college, he’d been my release. I’d always been anxious about assignments, tests, and tuition fees. Now, I was a grown-ass woman, but I still had a shitload of responsibilities. Monitoring the girls took work. Making sure they didn’t get beaten and arrested took mental energy. Colt said he’d seen my throne, but did he know how much effort it took to run a kingdom?

  With Colt, I’d never had to worry about anything but being pleasured. And then he’d made that dumb-ass mistake. Just when I was getting accustomed to the idea of him being my Cowboy King, my one and only, he’d gone and done that shit.

  Thoughts of our conversation rang in my mind. He’d told me the story about his father’s love of women and the way his mother had stood by her husband’s side until she just couldn’t do it anymore.

  I didn’t want to be her. My mama had raised me better than that. I hadn’t considered what my leaving him would have done to his emotions. In the moment, it was the last thing I’d cared about, and up until now, I’d never seen Colt so weak and vulnerable.

  Mama, I’m sorry. I’ll apologize a million times for my behavior...

  “Oh Colt...” I was moaning, out of control.

  His dick rocked me until I reached ecstasy. I tried to grip something, but my hands slid down the wet walls. I tried to quell my screams, but it was useless. My drenched curls splayed everywhere, and I pressed my ass against him as he delivered a final, powerful thrust.

  Colt grunted and followed me to heaven.

  The shower ended, only after Colt lathered me up until I was good and soapy. He detached the showerhead from the wall and rinsed me off.

  Mmm, it felt so good.

  Then, he dressed me. I’d bought a pair of jean shorts and a crop top. He slid the shirt over my mop of curls and eased the material over my uncovered breasts, then he bent down and pulled the shorts up my legs.

  They shook.

  “You good, mama?” he grinned.

  I rolled my eyes at him and smiled.

  We ventured to his stable. He said he wanted to show me something in there. His property was huge. No wonder he said he didn’t need to finish college. It had been nothing more than an experience for him. Colt was country, but perhaps his daddy had wanted him to get more exposure. As far as I knew back then, Colt was used to traveling, but he didn’t like it. The more I thought about it, him coming to Atlanta to fetch me had been a stretch for him, but it was evidence of his confession.

  It was so different here than the city. The air was fresh and clean, and here, the stars were on display, uninhibited by obnoxious city light. I vaguely remembered this place from the one time I’d come with him so long ago. The dark shadow of a majestic mountain range loomed ahead, and in the distance, I could hear wildlife chirping and howling in the obscurity. We’d long passed the henhouse, the place where I’d utterly embarrassed myself, and now we were wandering through lush grass towards a massive stable. A few of Colt’s horses grazed in the fields, humongous and spirited.

  “This way,” he guided me, taking me by the hand. Just from his simple touch, warmth spread through my entire body and landed in my core.

  Pull yourself together, girl. Don’t let him know how much you missed him.

  Colt pulled a rickety wooden door open, and a sharp huff greeted our ears. It was so aggressive I jumped back.

  What the hell lives in here?

  Colt laughed, as if he’d heard my thoughts. “I got you, darlin’. No need to be alarmed. I wanted to show you my stallion.”

  “Oh, I didn’t meet it already in the kitchen or the shower?”

  Colt burst into laughter. “Yeah, you met him,” he finally said, “but the one in this here stable is tamer than the other one will ever be.”

  My pussy lurched and he gripped his lip between his teeth.

  “I found him stomping through the brush sixteen miles off my property six years ago.”

  He squeezed my hand and led me closer.

  The sleek, black beauty huffed and neighed. He stomped his glossy black shoe into the ground and dipped his head, like he was about
to charge.

  I stiffened, intimidated by his presence.

  Colt walked up to him and patted it firmly on its pelt. Instantly, he calmed. “That’a boy,” he muttered at him. “Come, mama.”

  Cautious, I advanced to where he was standing. The stallion started to huff again, but Colt scolded him fiercely, and just like that, he settled.

  “He isn’t used to anyone but me,” he explained. “He doesn’t even let anyone ride him, only me.”

  I stroked it, liking the feel of its silky-smooth coat on my fingertips. “Did you name him? A critter as pretty as this deserves a name,” I said.

  “I did.” He paused. “His name is Savvy. After the work I had to put in to domesticate him, it only seemed proper. On top of that, he’s strong and brave, like you. It was the only name I could think of. It was the only one that fit.”

  I pulled my hand away.

  Colt pulled me into his arms. “Let’s go for a ride, mama. It’s a nice night out.”

  I tensed in his arms, but he tightened the grip. “You just said he doesn’t let anyone ride him. Why the hell would you invite me to do it? I swear, you’re trying to kill me.”

  “You’re gonna be with me,” he explained. “We’re gonna mount this pony and ride it until we both fall off. If you’re gonna die, it’ll be in my arms.”

  Pussy-clench.

  Colt attached a bridle to the horse’s face, and I wasn’t surprised when it protested. Once it was secure, his hands went around my waist, and mine slid up the jagged muscle of his chest. Without hesitation, he kissed me, long and deep, then he lifted me. It was so sudden, I squeaked with laughter. His profound chuckle mingled with my titter.

  He plopped me onto the stallion, which immediately started to grumble, but Colt was behind me in a second.

  “No saddle?” I asked looking at him over my shoulder.

  “Naw, mama. Bareback.”

  Pussy-clench again.

  Colt dug his heels into the steed, and it moved forward with a jolt. My cowboy curled one arm around my waist – I’d never felt so secure – and with the other, he pulled the leather straps.

  The stallion kicked its front legs high into the air and I yelped with shock and excitement. I slid back and thudded into Colt, just as the horse bolted out of the open barn door.

  In a matter of seconds, we were flying through Colt’s yard and into the never-ending distance. My curls whipped about my head as we dashed to nowhere. The sound of the horse’s hooves stomping through the grass boomed in my ears and soon, Colt was cheering in the night. There was nothing I could do to keep the grin off my face, or from hollering alongside him. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.

  “Faster, cowboy! Giddy-up!” I commanded, ducking my head to miss the breeze.

  Colt laughed so hard, I thought he’d fall off the back of the horse. “You got it, mama!”

  Another dig of his heels, and the horse went full throttle. We were moving so quickly I developed a new appreciation for the term horsepower.

  “Oh my God!” I cried out, gasping for breath. “Colt, this is amazing!”

  He put his mouth to my ear, never losing control of the beast. “You having fun?”

  I laughed as we darted forward.

  Now, the ranch was a blip on the radar.

  Colt jerked the reigns and the horse came to a perfect standstill. Grass kicked up around us.

  Colt started parading the animal. Its head pulled back, proud and regal, and it high-stepped ahead. Colt clicked with his tongue, and the horse turned in a circle. Another series of clicks, and it went counterclockwise.

  “The cocky cowboy and his cocky stallion are showing off tonight!” I laughed.

  Colt took his hat off and pulled the reins back, forcing the horse to throw its legs up. It neighed, threatening to shake the leaves off the trees and me off its back.

  I laughed and cheered like a child at a country fair.

  When the amazing show was over, he jumped off and raised his arms to collect me.

  “That’s it?” I frowned playfully. “The show’s over?”

  “I’ve got a lot more for you,” he answered. “Just wait.”

  I slid down into his waiting arms and tried to get my bearings, despite the darkness. There was nothing but open field, save a collection of trees off to the right.

  “Where are we now?” I asked.

  “You don’t remember this place?”

  “I might if it wasn’t pitch black,” I said smiling. “I have no idea where we are. We must be at least five miles away from the house.”

  “Seven and a half,” he corrected me. He pointed to the trees. “You don’t remember that?”

  I looked to where he was pointing, and suddenly my memory sparked. Emotion rose in my chest and a flood of warm feelings consumed me.

  “Is that the tree?” I asked, looking up into his brown eyes.

  “Our tree,” he clarified.

  Without saying anything more, he took my hand and we walked towards the clearing. A huge sycamore, bigger than all of the others, stood tall and proud. Colt stepped closer, and when he reached the trunk, he ran his hand over a carving we’d made sixteen years ago.

  It was the classic Colt and Savvy Togetha’ 4eva, framed by an unevenly engraved heart. We’d carved it using one of his pen knives. The only difference was that under it, there were slashes, sectioned into groups of five. When I counted, there were fifteen.

  I pointed at the trunk. “What’s that about?”

  “I was keeping track,” he mumbled. He inhaled. “Counting the years.”

  Dim moonlight shone down on it, like something from a fairy tale, and we both stared at it.

  I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waist. I leaned my head against his arm. “I believed this when we wrote it,” I whispered.

  “Me too,” he agreed. “I still believe it. At least now I can quit carvin’.”

  Silence.

  “I’m sorry, Savvy,” he muttered. “I know I’ve said it already, but it feels like I can’t say it enough.”

  I exhaled and my shoulders dropped. “I... forgive you, Colt,” I responded, finally allowing myself to let go of the bad feelings. “And I’m sorry, too.” I looked up at him. “I left you because I was hurt, torn apart by what you’d done. It made sense then, but now I realize I could have handled it differently. You’re not your father, baby. You were young. We were young. You made a mistake and... I forgive you.”

  Colt’s eyes smoldered as he bent his face to mine and kissed me like tomorrow wouldn’t come. His hand reached under my crop top and massaged my breasts, forcing me to moan in sweet satisfaction. I loved his hands on me.

  Colt rested his forehead against mine. “You gonna be my mama again, then? You gonna give me another chance to love you right?”

  I traced the strong line of his jaw. “Do you really think it’s possible for us?” I asked earnestly. “So much time has passed and we’re different people now, Colt. I’m not the same girl I was in college. I’ve got... responsibilities, people who need me. What’s more, the police are looking for me. What if I go to jail?”

  Colt’s jaw tightened. “Not gonna happen,” he asserted, “and I know, you’ve got a lot going on, but I want you, Savvy. I fuckin’ need you. Promise me we’ll figure something out. Promise me you won’t leave Bisbee until we do.”

  “You want me to stay here?”

  “Yeah. I mean, eventually.” He tipped my chin up with his finger. “Promise me, mama.”

  “Colt, that’s a lot to request,” I said easing out of his hold. “I don’t know if I can – ”

  “Let’s talk about it later,” he cut me off.

  I blinked and nodded.

  We hopped back onto the waiting horse, and our ride back was in reverse.

  Literally.

  Instead of facing front, I was facing my cowboy, indulging in his sensual kisses as he steered the horse back to the ranch.

  I was falling.

  I was succumbi
ng.

  Everything I said I’d never do if I saw him again, I was doing. And a huge part of me was okay with it.

  Chapter Nine

  Savannah

  When we got back to the house, we fumbled our way into the bedroom.

  Colt was in the middle of ripping my jean shorts off, but my cell phone ringing sliced into the moment.

  It was Ulric.

  I knew because I had special ringtones for everyone to help me determine who to engage and who to ignore.

  Colt’s mouth was on mine, hot and hungry, but I twisted my neck, searching for the device.

  “Ignore it, Savvy,” Colt groaned. “Let me indulge in you. Handle that shit in the morning.”

  I moaned, subdued by his affection. He pinched my nipple and his mouth went to my neck.

  “Sit on my face, mama.”

  The phone kept ringing.

  Shit...

  “Colt, I need to get that. It could be an emergency,” I argued, pulling away.

  Colt groaned and sat on the edge of the bed. The sight of his dick tenting his jeans had me salivating. After being on that horse bareback for the better part of an hour, my pussy was ready to be stimulated by his hard dick. Riding Colt was the best. His length would go deep, stuffing me to the hilt, tapping buttons on an orgasmic motherboard lodged deep inside of me.

  Ulric, this had better be life or death!

  I searched for my phone but couldn’t help sneaking peeks of Colt undressing. Jesus, his thighs were nothing but pure muscle, and when he lifted his t-shirt over his head, I literally drooled. “I’m coming, Colt. Let me just... answer this really quickly,” I stuttered.

  He chuckled and stroked his dick until it was long and hard. “Hurry up, mama.”

  Oh God...

  I grabbed the phone and clicked it on. “Ul, what is it?” I snapped.

  “Elektra, where are you?” His tone was harried, and immediately, my brows drew with concern.

  I turned to look at Colt, whose bottom lip was pinched between his teeth. I spun back around.

  “I’m... out of town, Ulric. Why?”