We spent half an hour packing a few things, with Colt’s promise that there were indeed still stores in Texas if I’d forgotten anything. With each of us holding a bag and a plant—to be fair, they were plants I’d grown from seeds that I’d picked up in Uzbekistan, and I was pretty proud of them—we raced out the door to the sleek black town car that waited at the curb. Within minutes, we were pulling up beside a Lear jet idling on a tarmac at the nearby airfield.
“I don’t remember seeing this old thing out behind the house,” I joked, nudging Colt as we walked towards the rollup stairway.
“I’ve had to land this in a field once, and that was plenty of adventure for me. Besides, she’s prettier when she’s surrounded by a bunch of ugly old crop dusters at the airfield in town. Kinda like setting a racehorse in a paddock with a bunch of plow mules. Or like lining you up next to bunch of beauty queens at the county fair…there’s just no comparison.”
I blushed at his southern charm. It took all my strength not to argue with his assessment of what I thought were my rather plain-looking features, but I managed.
Once we took off, I settled back into the oversized leather seat and let it support my weary body. Colt, seated across from me in a matching chair, leaned forward and pressed a button on my armrest, and the chair slowly reclined for me. Once I was laid back and comfortable, he tugged on my ankle just lightly enough to slide me closer to him, taking off one of my shoes and then the other. Instead of falling asleep, I was wide-awake under his touch as he rubbed my feet with his large, warm hands.
His powerful hands worked all the knots and tension out of my feet before twining their way up my ankles. Colt slid my pants leg up higher to massage my calf, and it was both incredibly relaxing and super exciting at the same time. He placed one hand on the back of each of my legs, working the muscles in small circles until my eyes fell closed on their own.
With my eyes still closed, I reached for him, holding my hands out until I felt him come closer. I moved to the side of my chair and invited him next to me, fitting myself in his arms perfectly as he held me. Our kisses were slow at first, perfectly suited to the way we were cuddled up in the chair, but they grew in intensity the longer we lay there until finally his hands found the skin of my back where my shirt brushed over the top of my jeans.
He pushed the thin fabric up while his lips moved over my neck and down to my collarbone. I instinctively ran my hands through his hair, forcing myself not to grab handfuls of its luxurious silk when his lips pushed aside my collar and sucked at my shoulder. The cooler temperature at my back told me my shirt was nearly gone, and ducking my head out of it only left goosebumps on my arms.
“Really? Right here?” I asked, looking around. I'd seen a pilot and at least one other crewmember when we boarded, but the way Colt was holding my backside made me suddenly not care.
“It’s fine, I promise,” he answered a little too confidently. I wondered for a moment, but then lost myself in the thrill of possibly being caught.
I waited oh-so-patiently for Colt’s touch as he kissed a slow path down beneath my breasts. The agony of his painstakingly slow seduction was tantalizing, but I knew he would make it totally worth the wait.
I wasn’t wrong. After taking his time stripping my jeans, it was as if an animal instinct took over. He pushed aside the fabric of my panties and dove in, plunging straight into my center where my need for him was greatest.
“Oh god, Colt! Yes!” I cried, completely oblivious to anyone who might hear us.
He pushed straight to my center, kissing and licking at my slick folds until I thought I might scream. I raked my nails through his hair, holding him right where I wanted him.
Colt never stopped his wonderful assault with his tongue, even when he moved
his hands up to massage my breasts, pinching my nipples wonderfully at the same moment that I came against his mouth.
When I finally managed to come back down, Colt was smiling at me with a victorious look in his eye. He was proud of himself, and it showed. I returned his wicked grin when I held my hands out to him once again, pulling him to lay beside me.
Instead of staying in his arms, I shifted until he was beneath me, pinned by my legs on either side. He grabbed my hips and gripped them tightly, leaving me to imagine his red fingerprints in my flesh. I groped with his belt and zipper until I held his cock in my hands, guiding it to my entrance. His closed his eyes in satisfaction as I lowered myself down his shaft, slick with my wet arousal.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” Colt growled as he tightened his grip on my hips. I watched his face as I rode him harder, faster, excited by the control I had over him in this moment.
I could feel the rise in me again. It was so much I couldn’t bear to move anymore. He gripped my hips even tighter, holding me against him and pushing me back and forth. I arched my back and gave out a wonton scream. He kept his hands on me tight still pushing me over and over, drawing his orgasm out as he filled me with his burning heat.
Once he finished he loosened his hold and I melted down to him. Resting my head on his chest I listened to the sound of our hearts. I felt him gently tug and play with my hair as he too caught his breath.
“You’re the one for me, Mer,” he finally said lips pressed against the top of my head.
I looked up at him, fear and trepidation in my eyes. For how long? I wondered.
“Forever, baby,” he said, answering my unspoken question.
Chapter 13
Colt
“Honey, you've got to come out of there. I'm sure you like fine,” I pleaded through the bathroom door. “Come on, baby.”
“No! I look ridiculous! People are gonna laugh at me, if they don't run screaming first.”
“Mer, it can't be as bad as you're making it sound. You're gonna be the prettiest girl at the ball, I promise.” I leaned against the doorframe, still trying to move without tearing something in my stupid tux.
I heard the doorknob click and the door opened a crack. Her one eye peered out, but then she squinted it shut and slammed the door again. “Holy crap, you're so freaking hot! And I look like a dumpster fire in a formal gown!”