Five
RIVER
When I was getting ready to come out tonight, I did not expect to bump into Colt, but damn it is a welcoming sight to see.
That man is sex on a stick, or a motorcycle.
The first time I saw him, he was riding down Main Street on his bike, waving to a few people. His strong arms gripped the handlebars, and his T-shirt did almost nothing to contain his biceps.
I went straight home and jerked my dick, thinking of the nameless biker.
Then I got my introduction when he brought his mom Helen into my salon, and gave her a full package deal for her birthday. My crush has been full blown since then, not that anything will happen.
A man who loves his mom like he loves Helen, but is also huge on family, is perfect in my eyes. Mine were shit, but my chosen-family are the best.
There is always a chance that he will be at Sidelines, but there have been times when I have gone in for a drink, he has not beenthere, and I traipsed home disappointed that I did not get to see him.
I spot him as soon as we walk in, but I hold my head up high. Smiling widely, I walk straight to the bar and order drinks for me and my girls.
When Clyde sees me, he comes my way within seconds, a big sexy smile on his lips. We have hooked up in the past, but it never went further than two men getting off with some good sex and no expectations.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the man who can suck cock like a Hoover with a smile on his face.” He winks, and I burst out laughing, throwing my head back.
I can feel a heated stare at my back, but I do not look his way yet. I know that I will eventually because I have to have my Colt fix.
“Oh, you tease me.”
“What can I get you, sexy?” Hoping it will elicit a reaction from Colt, I lean in further, and so does Clyde as I give him my order.
“I will take a Jingle Juice please.” I look to my girls, and they order.
“Um, River, do not look yet, but you have hot eyes on you from across the room,” Lynne whispers next to me.
Giving her a wink, I look over my shoulder, my gaze connecting with Colt’s immediately. He does not hide the fact that he is watching me and it makes my body go hot all over. My balls tingle at the look in his eyes, even from across the room.
Yeah, this man wants me.
“I said not to look,” Lynne mutters, but it makes me smile wider.
They know how I feel about him; they know that I have tried to get his attention, as I have told them many times when we have drunken girls’ nights in.
“Be back,” I inform them, collecting my drink off the bar, and go over to him.
His stare holds me hostage, refusing to let me go and hell, he can kidnap me any time. Whisk me away and do very dirty and naughty things to me. I offer myself as tribute.
As I approach, Colt’s gaze follows my every move, dark and possessive, and I swear I can feel his hunger down to my bones. I wish he would cave and give us what we both want.
A chair screeching across the floor sounds, before pain hits my hip and I jolt. Turning to see a man spinning around to face me, he goes to open his mouth, but heat is at my side.
When I finally reach him, his lips curve in that knowing way, a silent promise of all the things he intends to do. The world blurs for a moment—there’s only Colt, only the heat simmering between us. Every fantasy flares to life in my imagination, but I force myself to focus on the now, on the tension that crackles in the air and the invitation written in his eyes.
He leans in, his voice a low murmur for my ears alone, and the promise in it sends shivers down my spine. For a fleeting second, I wonder if he can see everything I’m thinking—if he knows how badly I want to be his tonight.
“Be fucking careful,” Colt growls, and I swear I feel it to my very soul, making me shiver.
The man stands, muttering his apology.
“Are you okay? You should be more careful where you are walking. Fuck, I bet your hip will bruise.” Colt looks me in the eyes, his concern making me turn to goo.
