She melts into me. My hand slides down the side of her body, and each inch I feel beneath my palm spurs me on. When I reach her hip, my fingers grip her ass. She lifts her leg and wraps it around my waist without asking. Thank fuck I had the forethought not to park beneath a street light. As it is, anyone could drive by us, see what we’re doing, and it would be the latest gossip all around town. It’d be worth it, though, having everyone in a twenty-mile radius know that Sable Montero is all fucking mine.
I keep hold of her, tilting her head to deepen the kiss while settling my hand on the nape of her neck, thumb sweepingacross her pulse point. Her heart is racing, pulse beating a million miles an hour. She’s as completely into this as I am.
“Colt,” she murmurs across my lips when we take a moment to catch our breath.
“Fuck me, Sable, you’re so damn pretty, looking up at me like this.” Her eyes are shimmering with desire, her lips are wet, bee-stung, and making me imagine all kinds of fucking things. Like her head hanging over the side of the bed while she’s flat on her back, and I’m feeding her my cock inch by inch. My hand would be on her neck, feeling each time she swallows me whole.
“Yes, please,” she replies, rubbing her jeans-covered cunt against my hard-as-fuck cock. I push forward, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me.
“You get yourself off on me, it’s only fair that I return the favor. But it’ll be with you on the phone, listening while I fist my cock, jacking myself off to the thought of you, naked and writhing in bed.” Sable’s eyes close, her head tips back, and when her neck arches, my mouth lands on it. She keeps rocking her hips, and I keep pressing in. My cock is damn near bursting, and while I didn’t think we’d take it this far, this fast, and out in the open, fuck me, there’s no goddamn way I’m stopping now. “You want that, Sable? Want to hear me moan your name while I use my hand, wishing like hell it were your hand, your mouth, or this hot-as-fuck pussy?”
“I’d rather see it happen in the flesh, but I’ll take whatever I can get,” she says breathlessly, fingers tugging at the ends of my hair while she grinds herself on me, using my body to get off. And while I want this to last as long as possible, I know time is of the essence. It’s only a matter of time before someone passes by or Nellie wakes up. And yeah, I’m all too aware that this is a dangerous game we're playing, one that could explode in our faces. Lucky for me, Nellie is a deep sleeper, and Sable is just about there.
“We can make that happen, but first, I’m gonna need you to come for me.” Her eyes open for the barest of moments before fluttering closed. The next time I have her pressed against the first available surface, she’ll be naked, and my mouth will be all over her, starting with her nipples. I wonder if I can get her off by playing with them and them alone. Once I figure out what makes her tick, I’ll bury my head between her thighs, where I’ll lap up every lost drop, wringing out orgasm after orgasm until she’s wrung dry. Then I’ll finally give her what we both want, slowly feeding her my cock, feeling her snug heat with each thrust. It’ll be well worth the wait.
“Colt.” The soft purr of my name tumbling from her lips has me moving to her mouth. I’m not sure how loud she’ll be, and damn if I want this to end because of an interruption. Sable continues to grind herself, inching closer to the edge, and while I’d like nothing more than to control the way she comes, this time, it’s all about her. What I am doing is dominating the kiss, holding her where she needs me the most. The air between us feels thick and charged with energy, a kind of night that promises more than just desire. It’s the kind that says you’re mine.
“Goddamn.” I open my eyes, watching as she explodes, and when my hand covers her mouth, the wild cat she is bites down on the skin. Little does she know all that does is make me want more, and I’ll make sure she knows the next time I have her alone that I want it fucking all.
“Holy hell, I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or impressed.” It takes her a few minutes to come back down from her high, and when she does, it’s just as spectacular.
“Impressed, really fucking impressed. I sure am.” I lick my lips, gathering another taste of her flavor. Sable tracks the movement, and I’m not the slightest bit surprised to see hereyes widen in a way that tells me she wants more. “Get inside, woman, or I’ll drive us back to my place and take you to bed.”
“Thanks for having me over tonight. I’ll look forward to that phone call.” She slides down my body until one foot hits the ground, my hand on her hips to steady her.
“Give me about twenty minutes, and I’ll make good on that promise.” I drop another kiss to her mouth. This time, it’s her tongue sweeping across mine, and I’ve got just enough willpower to pull back. “Get inside, woman.” I pat her ass. The giggle that follows has me watching her the entire time as she makes her way up the front steps and inside Oak Haven. Sable looks over her shoulder, does a little finger wave, and the minute the front door is open, she steps inside, and I’m getting my shit together. I book it around the front of the truck. I’ve got a few things to get in order before I can good on my promise. And if Sable wants to watch, a video call is what she’ll get until the real deal. Which will be happening very fucking soon.
12
Sable
I’m stepping out of the shower, towel wrapped around my body, hair dripping wet, when my phone starts dancing on the bathroom counter. I turned the ringer down low, worried that if I kept it at the usual volume, it would wake everyone up within a three-mile radius. I sleep through the loudest alarms and phone calls known to man, a plus when it comes to being a business owner.
I reach for my phone but think better of it since my water doesn’t usually mix with electronics. Instead, I hit the accept button when I see Colt’s name on the screen.
“Hey, you.” I reach for another towel, flip my head upside down, and wrap my wet locks in order not to drip any more water than necessary.
“Sable, fuck, the sound of your voice already has me aching.” I should be alarmed by how fast things seem to get heated between us, yet I’m not. I’m excited, elated, and full of desire at a moment’s notice when Colt is nearby.
“Then we should do something about that.” I press the video button. Here I am, taking life by the balls and doing what most would think is the least expected of me. But there’s something about Colt Barlow and how he makes me feel that makes me give him a chance even though it was unimaginable after the first time we met. It has become something kind of like kismet.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” The man is stretched out on his rumpled sheets, bare, looking warm, his body completely relaxed. He has an arm behind his head, showing off the smooth lines of his muscular chest. The gentle rise and fall from his breathing makes my nipples tighten with desire. I walk out of the bathroom while holding the phone out so he can see more of me instead of an up close and personal view of my face. My bed is unmade from this morning, and when I crawl onto the soft plush mattress, landing on my back much of the same way Colt is, I let the towel loosen on purpose.
“And you, well, I don’t think I have enough words to convey what I’m thinking currently.” Turnaround is fair play. My eyes continue their perusal of his body. The soft light from the lamp cascades over him, catching on his shoulders and abdomen, highlighting his taut form. His dark hair is messy and damp from what I’m assuming is his shower. The light stubble along his jaw adds to his rugged appeal, and the look on his face… His eyes are staring straight at me, lips relaxed. It’s intimate in the best way possible.
“Lose the towel, Sable. Show me.” My skin tingles at his words, and when I slowly open the towel, I slightly obscure the full view, only allowing him to see the inner curve of my breasts.
“And what will I get in return?” I tease, lightly caressing my smooth skin while holding the phone precariously.
“Anything you want.” He throws down an offer I can’t resist. The turban on top of my head loosens just as I open the white fabric further.
“I want to watch.” My hand cups my breast.
“Woman, don’t close your eyes, then.” Colt’s gruff voice carries through the room. When I do as he commands, he props up the phone, and I’m completely unprepared for the view I’m given.
“Holy fuck, Colt.” I roll my nipple before tugging on the turgid tip, feeling it all the way to my core. My thighs tighten, wetness coats them already, and we’re just getting started.
“Watch.” I do, especially when his hand travels the length of his sternum and the sheets rustle for a moment before I’m greeted with Colt wrapping his hand around his long and thick length. There’s no denying the man is gifted—he’s hot, he’s an amazing dad, and he’s very much well endowed.
