“Thank you. I’m sorry for checking in so late,” I tell her, remembering that I need to send a message to Rafe and keep him up to date on what’s going on. He won’t answer for another day or two, but at least this way, he’ll know all the same.
“You’re welcome, and it’s never a problem. We tend to stay up until our guest checks in, then go to bed. If no one’s coming in, well, we turn in earlier.” I make a mental note to write a thank-you card once our conversation is over and she’s left the room. I go about kicking off my shoes, scrunch my toes in the plush carpet while rolling my shoulders and let out a tired yawn.
I look around the room, taking in the rich wallpaper, the antique brass headboard and footboard, the dark furniture with curlicues on the edges, and the Tiffany-style lamps on each side of the bed. There’s even a smaller chandelier to really set the tone. As much as I want to go into the bathroom and take a long hot shower, I’ve got a few things to do first.
I move around the room until I land near my purse, and after a quick search, my hand wraps around my phone. A few swipes of my fingers, and I see Rafe’s message appear on the screen.
(Unknown): Sis, you good?
(Unknown): You don’t answer me soon, I’ll enable the tracking system to see where you are.
(Unknown): Five more minutes, sis.
I roll my eyes and let out a laugh, because I’m not dumb. The tracking system is already on, I did it for him because of my travel plans. This is also not the number I would usually text, which means he’s got some downtime going on or is really worried about me.
Me: One, I’m good. Two, Betty White started overheating, and she’s at the local garage. I’m now safely tucked away for the night. Track me all you want. I already turned it on.
He doesn’t respond right away. He might not for a while, there’s no telling what Rafe’s got going on. Knowing that, I abandon my phone on the nightstand and grab my change of clothes and toiletry bag before heading to the bathroom.
I’m nearly halfway there when I hear my phone vibrate. “I swear to god, Rafe, you are going to drive me insane,” I say as I detour back to my phone, scoop it up, and stop dead in my tracks. There’s another unknown number, but it isn’t Rafe.
Unknown: Hey, this is Colt. Did you make it to the B&B okay?
I’m shocked to the core. I never expected the man to use my number for anything other than informing me about my car, which is just another layer to him that didn’t meet the surface, and doesn’t that just make him that much more attractive?
Me: Hi, I did. Thank you again for taking a look at my car next week. I truly appreciate it.
His response is almost immediate. I’m barely able to save his number before his next message appears on the screen, unlike my brother, who seems to only call or text when it’s the most inconvenient of times.
Colt: Pleasure is all mine.
A shiver rolls through my body at the word pleasure. My overactive imagination is has entirely inappropriate images running through my mind. It doesn’t go away, not even when I lift my bag onto the luggage rack, unzip it, and gather what I need for the night. A pair of pajamas, the softest sleep set including shorts and a spaghetti strap tank that whispers across your body like a lover would with their fingertips. Much like the rest of the room, the bathroom is another show stopper, as is the clawfoot tub.
I bite down on my lower lip, already aware of myself enough to know that I’ll give in to temptation regardless of whether I draw a bath or take a hot shower. Therefore, I may as well luxuriate in a tub. I drop my belongings on the counter, another antique in style with its thick and heavy marble stone and a few chips from years of use, it’s absolutely gorgeous. As is everything else in Oak Haven. It makes me want to sit down and draw a few sketches in between the work I was hired to do.
My feet carry me to the white cast-iron clawfoot tub, with brass feet and big enough for two people. I turn the water to scorching hot in an attempt to combat the heat thrumming through my body after my run-in with Colt and his text message. While it’s being filled, I strip out of my clothes. The cool air slithers along my body, waking every nerve up inside of me.My thighs clench together, goose bumps coat my skin, and my nipples tighten with desire.
I dip one foot into the water. The warm water swooshes as I step inside and slowly lower myself until I’m submerged. I keep the water running, wanting it to cover as much of me as possible. My chest heaves thinking about the many ways I can visualize Colt getting me dirty with his grease-stained hands, working me in ways I’ve never been worked before.
My fingers travel along the slope of my neck, feeling the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, knowing that each inch they slide lower is only going to heighten my pulse. I cup the underside of my breasts and glide my thumbs along the pebbled tips of my nipples, feeling my flesh come alive. My eyes close as I pinch and pull, and the pulsing between my legs intensifies. I imagine Colt’s mouth on mine, dominating me in the hottest kiss ever, his hand on my neck a light pressure, moving me the way he wants. He’d back me up on the flattest surface, the wall, the massive toolbox, or the hood of the car would be my personal favorite.
His hand would grab my ass cheek, lifting me up further to feel the thick length of his cock, and I’d ride it until I’d beg for more. My head tips back, unable to slow down. I need to get off, even if it’s with my own fingers. Not for the first time since meeting the grumpy mechanic do I think to myself I should have at least had the forethought to pack a few toys. I also didn’t think I’d be meeting a man who would light me up with a heated glance, one he probably unknowingly sent my way.
I trail one hand down the center of my abdomen, and a shiver rolls through my body at the sensation. The tips of my fingers graze the landing strip I keep nice and neat above my center. I lightly tug on the hair, adding another layer of desire before grazing one finger along my clit. My back arches, eyes flutteringand hips rocking upward, attempting to chase what I’m doing in order to sink them inside myself.
Only it’d be Colt’s thick fingers, slamming two and then three inside me, the palm of his hand grinding into my clit. I’d bet he wouldn’t be able to get me naked before he has his way with me, the loose shorts helping guide his way, and I’d be grappling with the button and zipper of his pants, trying to touch him. I wouldn’t stop until I felt the soft-to-the-touch skin, the polar opposite of his hard cock.
“Oh god,” I murmur when I use my fingers, done teasing myself. I work them in and out, abandoning my breast to use both hands. The second I’m on my clit, lightly swirling the digits at first before adding pressure, causing me to see stars explode behind my closed eyelids. I bite into my lower lip to keep from screaming out Colt’s name and don’t stop my ministrations until every last bit of my orgasm has drained all of the energy out of me. The drive, the stress from my car, the meeting of the man who doesn’t know he just got me off, made me come so hard and fast, has me more than exhausted. There’s only one problem: my core continues to pulse around my fingers, and I already know this won’t be a one-and-done type of night.
7
Colt
“Daddy, whose car is that?” Nellie greets me the next morning, brighter and earlier than I thought would happen. It meant rolling out of bed, ignoring my hard cock, hopping in the shower, and trying not to think about Sable or the need to wrap my fist around my dick. I’d done that enough during my shower last night. I went to bed, and swear to fuck, the damn thing attempted to flex as if it could go again. I’d finally fallen asleep after tossing and turning, only to have my phone ring at nearly eight o’clock in the morning with a call from none other than Nellie.
After a few minutes of me trying to decipher what she was talking about, my dad took the phone from her and explained that she’d been sugared up and was ready to go home. Then Kara got on the phone and said she’d be dropping her off since she had to do a final walk-through on her new apartment. That threw me for another loop. I’d only heard about her moving out yesterday, and now it seems like my baby sister is really getting the ball rolling.
“Sable’s. I’m going to pull it in the garage in just a few minutes,” I tell my daughter. When we left for my parents’ house, there weren’t any cars in the parking lot, and Nellie is nothing if not observant.
