Lies Beneath the Surface (Buried Secrets 2)

“You wanted to shake your ass at the beach, on full display for everyone in sight. So let’s see you shake it now, darlin’. ” He takes a step backwards resting his ass against the dresser.

“What?” I mutter and Colton cocks his eyebrow up at me. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he scans through his playlist before pressing play on Addicted by Saving Abel. What the hell? Since when did my sweet country boy hear about this song? I was half expecting something like Country Girl (Shake It) by Luke Bryan, not some nasty freak me song. His dark as night eyes are even blacker if that’s even possible, hooded in lust. That carefree bravado I felt dancing on the beach has now closed up shop and is sitting in the stands watching the show. I feel completely insecure now that only his eyes are on my body.

“Darlin’, dance. Now.” He hums. Pulling his shirt over his shoulders my chest heaves frantically as heat blankets over me.

Doing as he asks I take a deep breath and close my eyes letting the beat of the music sway me. The rhythm is different than anything I’ve ever danced to, but my hips move with ease to the sulty, seductive song. I pull the dress over my head letting it pool at my feet on the floor. Glancing up at Colton, his eyebrow is cocked up and the top of his shorts are unbuttoned. Sweat begins to bead across his pecks and I have to squeeze my knees together to keep from coming apart at the seams just by the sight of him. His tongue trails across the bottom of his lip and my knees quake. I close my eyes and go the extra step freeing my breasts from the restrictive bra. Hooking my thumbs in the side of my panties, I swing my hips to the side, twirl slowly on the balls of my feet and turn may ass towards his face. Swaying to the beat of the song, I slide the thin lace panties down my thighs, shaking my ass slowly from side to side. Colton’s fingers dig into my ass cheek, pulling my back against his hard dick. He bites down on my shoulder then pulls me with him towards the bed. I slip my hands in the side of his pants, and shove them down his legs before he kicks them to the side.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he releases me from his grip and switches the song. “Dance,” he says laying back against his elbows, his eyes never leaving my body. I trail my hands up the sides of my body slowly, rocking my hips as I roll my shoulders and chest with the beat of the song. I fist my hair in my hand and twist my ass down towards the floor then grind my way back up. Colton rises up from the bed and wraps his arms around my chest, caressing my breasts as he grinds up against me. His lips find the soft contour of my throat and he trails blazing, hot kisses down my collar bone.

Turning around, I push him to move backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed. He sits instinctively and I climb up on his lap, pressing against his chest to lay him back. He chuckles low in his throat and I know he’s enjoying this as much as I am. Locking our fingers together I pin his arms down by the sides of his head and sweep my tongue across the bottom of his lip. Suddenly, he grips my hips in his large steel hands and flips me to my back pressing me against the mattress. My eyes grow wide and I can’t hide the grin on my face. Excitement courses through me and I lock my legs around his hips.

“Didn’t think you were gonna have me on my back, did ya darlin’?” Wild passion flashes through his black eyes as he glides the tip of his cock against my slit, teasing me. “Damn, you’re wet.” I spread my legs wider and his mouth falls to my heavy breast sucking my nipple as he shoves his dick inside of me roughly. Colorful spots float around my eyes and my vision blurs as Colton rocks in and out of me. His chest rattles as he releases a low groan and a searing heat rips through my core as the swirling intensity continues to build. Pressing his head against my shoulder I trail warm kisses down his jaw, the unshaven scruff scratching against my swollen lips. When I reach the front of his throat I swirl my tongue around the throbbing pulse point before pulling his warm flesh between my teeth and biting down. I dig my fingers into the top of his shoulders and my back arches up off the bed as I come apart around his cock. Colton’s chest vibrates against mine, sweat dripping from his forehead and trailing down the center of my breast. He grips the nape of my neck in his hand and continues to pound in and out of me. Finally, his movements still but his eyes remain locked on mine and I shudder beneath him as he spills his release into me.

Fully sated and high on lust driven desire, he rolls me to my side pressing his chest to my back and tightens his arms around my breasts. “That, darlin’, is my favorite honeymoon memory,” he whispers against my neck before nipping at my ear.

Chapter 32

Getting back into the swing of work after two weeks of relaxing on the beach is just pitiful. When the alarm clock blared

in my ear at five AM it took everything in me not to smash it into the wall. Colton told me to stay in bed and rest, but there’s only a few weeks before the baby is born and I need to get all of my ducks in a row at Simon Energy before I take maternity leave.

So here I sit, going through an endless stack of mining violations with the Superintendents. What a nice day to spend our first day back to work, right? MSHA has been straight up our ass lately. I know the inspector is hoping that I’ll break and just start lining his pocket to let the violations slide, like Daddy did. But I refuse to run an unsafe coal mines. These men break their backs for my company. The least I can do is provide them with safe equipment and a safe work environment.

“Carly, you have an urgent call on line one.” Shelly says peeking her head into the conference room. Colton’s eyes pierce me as I stand and exit the room, heading towards my office. Taking a seat at my desk, I pick up the phone just as Colton closes the door behind him, leaning his plump ass against the corner of the desk.

“This is Carly Weston.” I say, answering the call.

“Carly, this is Jodie at Michele Runyon’s office. She has requested a meeting with you immediately. When can we expect you?”

“I’m in a meeting with my Superintendents now,” Colton taps the desk, gauging my attention. He nods, silently telling me he’ll take over for me. “I can be there in thirty minutes. Will that work?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll let Ms. Runyon know you’re on your way. Thank you.” She replies, ending the call.

Hanging up the phone, I turn to Colton who is staring me down inquisitively. “That was my attorney’s office. She requested a meeting immediately. They have been looking into the sabotage at Black Ridge for a few months now.”

“Do you need me to come with you?” He question.

“No, I can handle it. Just finish up the Superintendents meeting, lay the law down to everyone and I’ll catch you up to speed once I get back.” Tipping up on my toes, I kiss him quickly before grabbing my purse and keys and leave the office.

Driving downtown to Michele’s office, my anxiety never wavers. I know that for her to call with such urgency whatever news she needs to share is bad.

Jodie escorts me down the long hallway to a large conference room where Michele, Tiffani and another woman I’ve yet to be introduced to are thumbing through case files. “Mrs. Weston is here for her appointment, Ms. Runyon.” Jodie announces

Michele glances up from the file in her hand and slides her glasses down to the tip of her nose. “Mrs. Weston, congratulations on your wedding.” She smiles as she stands to shake my hand then waves her hand at a chair, silently asking me to sit.

Bracing myself with the arms of the chair, I slowly sit down on the edge of the seat. “Thank you, Michele. Now, can we skip the chatter? Being called in so urgently has me overwhelmed at the moment. What’s the issue?”

“First, I’d like to introduce to you Jennifer Hurley, she is Tiffani’s assisting investigator.” She motions to the woman to Tiffani’s right. “I’m very sorry that it has taken longer than planned to present you with the evidence we’ve compiled. Tiffani had some medical issues that halted the investigation for a short while, until we were able to bring Jennifer up to speed on the case.

“You’ll be pleased to hear that during the course of the investigation, Tiffani and Jennifer were able to find enough evidence to tie the sabotage at Black Ridge to a,” pausing, she glances over the case file, “Mr. Bo Eldridge, supply man at Black Ridge mines. There is more than enough evidence for an arrest warrant, we just wanted to present this information to you prior to filing the charges.”

“Without question, file the damn charges. Maximum. Hit him with everything that you can.” Michele nods. Looking to Tiffani she sighs as she leans back in her chair.

“Carly, there is more.” Tiffani adds. “In investigating Mr. Eldridge, we couldn’t figure out his motive behind destroying Black Ridge. He has been employed with Simon Energy for over fifteen years, his employee record is stellar and he has no criminal history. Jennifer decided to take a closer look at his financials, which is what slid the noose over his neck. Mr. Eldridge has a gambling problem. He’s already had one vehicle repossessed and his home was in foreclosure. That is until he was paid off to sabotage Black Ridge.”

“Ladies, please forgive me for being rude but can you just bluntly tell me the facts? Who paid him off? Why? What happens next?” I bark impatiently. How many damn times with the sausage, y’all. Not how it’s made, just how it tastes. Sheesh.

“Jennifer, get Carly a water please. I’m sure we will be here for a while.” Michele instructs Jennifer. Turning to me, she pushes her glasses back up her nose and places a legal pad in her lap. I sit for an hour listening to the facts being told. Shockingly stunned into utter disbelief.