“That’s so good,” he praised me and my clit throbbed in response, a deep need in me satisfied at displaying myself for him. Letting him see all I offered, for him and him alone.
“Now when I tell you to come…” As he gave me instructions, he kept up his slow, insistent rhythm, his thumb at my clit and two fingers thrusting in me, then out, then in again. “You’re going to pinch your fat nipples for me. Can you do that, baby?”
“Yes,” I moaned, feeling myself get so close, my spread thighs quivering. I’d love doing that for him.
“Good.” He picked up his rhythm, letting my shudders build, finally coaxing my desire up to the peak. “Now come!”
Screaming in pleasure, my eyes closed, I pinched my nipples like he’d instructed me, his fingers deep inside me as I climaxed. “Colt!” I cried out as I came on his fingers, bucking off the bed with the force of it.
“Just like that,” Colt growled, dipping his mouth down to my clit to suck another wave of pleasure from me, making me moan in ecstasy.
“Dripping wet,” Colt declared in masculine satisfaction, giving me one last lick before he grabbed a pillow and stood up at the base of the bed. “Now come here, so I can fuck you.”
I felt limp as a noodle, but somehow I managed to nearly scamper down where he was waiting. Motivation could cause superhuman strength. People lifting up cars after an accident, me making it down to the edge of the bed after one orgasm in the shower plus the one I’d just had. These things happened in real life, I’m telling you.
“Legs up over my shoulders.” He helped me do it, looping them up and placing a pillow under my hips to tilt me toward him. He cupped my ass in his large hands, holding me there as he brought his huge cock to my entrance. I gave a deep moan, waiting, knowing how good it would feel. How had I lived without this for a whole week? No wonder it had felt like the longest week in history.
He entered me with one long, strong thrust and my hands fisted in the sheets, my head twisted to the side, eyes closed. Every time I took him in it was an effort. He spread me, filled me up tight. It always, at first, pushed right along the edge of pain. But that made it even more erotic, the intensity of it, the dominant feel of him. And then, once he started moving, thrusting into me, his skilled finger strumming my clit in rhythm with his cock, it was nothing but pleasure, pure pleasure, leaving me speechless, breathless, thoughtless even except for “More! Now!”
“You want more?” he asked, his voice almost violent with lust, fucking me like an animal. With my legs up, my ass tilted toward him, he thrust into me deeply. His fingers dug into my buttocks and held me there as he worked me hard, harder with each thrust.
“Caroline,” he growled, growing tense, getting close. I opened my eyes and met his, blown away by the intense, wild, heat I saw in them. The driving possession, the raw lust. “I’ll never get enough of you.” He pounded into me and I couldn’t believe it but there it was again, an orgasm, fizzing and bubbling up inside of me, exploding around him as he pumped his hot come into my eager pussy. He gave me everything he had, until easing me down, unwinding my legs, he sank down next to me, panting and sweaty.
“Me, too,” I murmured, feeling swoony and dreamy, our hands intertwined.
“Wuz at?” he asked, pulling me up to lie on his chest. Just like I had when we’d been on the island, listening to his heart beat. Hearing it slow from a frenzy down to a steady, sure rhythm.
“Thing you said…” I mumbled, drifting off into sleep on top of him. We stayed like that for a good, long time.
§
“The thing about construction is, it takes a long time.” Colt picked up the pitcher of maple syrup. “More?” he asked me.
I shook my head. My stack of pancakes was already dripping. There was only one place in town I’d go for breakfast, and we were at it. Mabel’s. I’d decided to introduce Colt and, so far, he seemed to be enjoying himself.
As were Hannah and my brother Wyatt. The four of us sat together in a red vinyl booth eating enough for eight.
“I’ll take that.” Wyatt grabbed the syrup from Colt and poured more over his giant breakfast plate. He’d called me as we were headed out. It had been Colt’s idea to invite him to join us.
“You’re sure?” I’d asked, Wyatt’s call on mute. We already had Hannah joining us. Maybe it would be smart to introduce Colt to my family and friends one at a time? Then we could win each one over slow and steady like a game of chess.
“Wyatt seems like your only family member who doesn’t hate me,” Colt had replied. “So, yeah, let’s see if he wants to come along.”
“You’re rich, right?” Wyatt asked Colt as he took a big bite of bacon. I choked on my coffee.
“I am rich, Wyatt,” Colt confirmed as he rubbed my back.
“So, if the construction is going to take a long time and Carrie won’t have her bakery back up and running for a while, why don’t you take her someplace cool? I know this amazing spot for fly-fishing near Boulder. You have to backpack to get out there, no roads. Totally off the grid.”
“Not off the grid,” I interrupted, sensing a lengthy, detailed description to follow. “I’ve done enough of that.” Colt and I had had our time on the island. It would always hold a special place in my heart, but as for the next time I enjoyed a waterfront vacation? I wanted plenty of access to electricity, running water, and medical care should the need arise.
“You’re no fun,” Wyatt shook his head.
“You and I can go there sometime,” Colt consoled him. But then he added, glancing back at me, “I do have an idea for a trip I’ve been thinking about.”
“I bet it’s going to be good!” Hannah exclaimed. She wore a leopard-skin pillbox hat tilted rakishly to the side, plus a 1940s style suit with a large lapel and giant buttons. I’d love to see Hannah tell that personal shopper at Saks where to get off. I smiled at her, making a promise to myself that the next time anyone tried to make me feel bad about my body I’d channel my inner Hannah.
“Let this rich guy take you someplace fun!” Wyatt insisted, forking a large lump of scrambled eggs into his mouth. “You never go anywhere.” I gave him a searing look. “Except that trip you took to Fiji,” he mumbled.
“With the whole plane crash and fighting for our lives thing,” I added.
“Yeah, that. But it wasn’t all bad, was it?” He looked at the two of us.
“Nope.” Colt was quick to reply, his hand wrapped around my waist. He liked touching me at all times. I liked it, too.
“It wasn’t all bad,” I agreed, looking down and taking a bite of my pancakes. I knew the water glass I picked up and held in front of my face didn’t hide my fiery blush as I recalled some of the not-so-bad times Colt and I had had together on the island. But bless Hannah and Wyatt, neither of them said anything.
“Seriously, dude.” Wyatt mopped up his eggs with his toast. “Take my sister somewhere good. And don’t crash the plane this time.”
“Caroline and I can discuss it,” Colt assured him, then turned the conversation to more neutral territory. He wanted to make sure Hannah was being asked for input on the re-design of the clothing store.
“Sometimes line-level employees are cut out of the 360 loop, but their input can be exceptionally insightful.”
“Did you understand what he just said?” Hannah stage whispered to me across the table.
“I think he wants to know if Joyce is asking you what you want in the next store.”
“Oh.” Hannah nodded, her hat wobbling as she did it. But it clung on as she told us, with animation, about the multitude of ideas she had for dressmaking and alterations in the middle of the new design, turning it into a custom-made consignment shop. “So you get the look that’s right for you.” She gave me a wink.
“That’s a great tagline,” Colt approved.
“You’re so talented!” I gushed with admiration for my friend.
“Says the baking genius,” she shot right back at me. “Have you told him all about t
he kitchen you want in your new place?” Looking at Colt, she added, “Spare no expense. She’s been through a lot.”
“Believe me, I’m on it,” he assured her.
We made our way through the rest of the meal, though not entirely through the food on our plates, and we emerged full and happy with doggy bags to take with us.
Smiling, I handed Colt the cardboard container in a plastic bag. “Can you even take home your leftovers from those super fancy restaurants where you usually eat?” I couldn’t imagine asking the server at that San Francisco restaurant, or the wait staff at any of the places he’d taken me to in New York City for a doggy bag. They’d probably keel over at the low class request.
“Typically frowned upon,” he admitted.
“Rip off,” Wyatt declared.
“Indeed,” Colt agreed.
At Wyatt’s car, the boys discussed fly-fishing plans. Hannah pulled me aside. “So you and Colt obviously patched things up?”
“Yeah.” A lot had gone down, but that about summed it up.
“I’m so excited for you!” She gave me a big hug. “But how are you feeling about Evan?” She gave my shoulder a sympathetic squeeze, a deep well of pity forming in her eyes.
“Hannah!” I cried, exasperated. “I got over him before we even broke up! The only time I think about Evan now is when you ask me if I’m having a hard time—”
“Got ya!” She started cackling, giving my shoulder a little shove. “I know you’re over that dweeb. Like you’d ever give him a moment’s thought now.” She glanced over at Colt, shaking her head. Leaning in, she whispered, “hotter than Christian Gray. Am I right?”
My giggles said it all. She gave him another admiring look. “You lucky duck.”