Cowboy Boots and Unadulterated Pleasures [Cowboy Boots 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

He thinned his lips and set his jaw, biting back curse words. He let a few people pass, and the elevator was full before he had a chance to drag her in behind him. They stood quietly awaiting the next ride.

Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her against him. Lowering his head to hers, he whispered, “If you resist me, I will screw you where you stand.”

She gasped. “I see you still possess that country-boy charm of yours.”

“You don’t believe me?” he asked, his gaze searing into hers. “Try me. Just once, Kelly. Push the wrong buttons in the right man one more time and I won’t just finger fuck you while other people stand in front of us trying not to notice, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even care who watches.”

He’d kept his voice as low as possible, but a few of the casino’s patrons had stepped closer, bending an ear as they awaited the next elevator.

“Don’t, Colt,” she pleaded. “You have no idea what kind of position you’re putting me in here. This little charade of yours will be whispered in Lorenzo’s ear before we make it to the top floor.”

“Good.” He rolled his tongue over his bottom lip. “Your fiancé probably won’t bother security when he hears the news. He’ll know where you are, and he’ll think twice before he tries to come and find you.”

“Why are you doing this?” she croaked, following him into the elevator. “Answer me, please.”

“You know why,” he barked, staring straight ahead.

They rode the lift, stopping at most of the floors. Colt took a few breaths, thinking of how much he needed her, remembering everything about the way she moved, the way she towered over him, her long natural curls fanning around them as she rode him, fucked him, and loved him. Yes,
loved him
like no other woman could or ever would love him.

His dick twitched and he stared down the length of his body, wishing the remaining men and women would exit the lift on the tenth floor. Instead, they made two more stops.

Then—finally—they were all alone.

The last patron glanced over his shoulder as he left the elevator. “You two kids have fun.” He acted as if he fully understood what his departure signified and allowed.

Kelly kept her head low, studying the floor as if she were trying to debate on a different shade of carpeting to order.

When the ding resounded around them and the lift began moving again, Colt slammed his hand over the emergency stop button. He looked at her as if he planned to eat her alive.

“Colt,” she rasped, realizing his name fell from her lips as if she wanted to beg him, as if she were full of expectations, lust-filled anticipation. At that moment, she wasn’t sure if she cared where their actions would later leave them.

He shrugged his jacket away from his shoulders and tossed the material over the camera. At the same time, he grabbed her purse and propped it against the rail, placing the bag over the barely visible surveillance camera.

“You’re beautiful.” He pursued her. “Always so fucking sexy.”

“Colt, you can’t do this.”

“Give me one good reason to stop and I will.”

She opened her mouth, but the words never formed. Not that he gave her the opportunity to object. Lifting her to him, he bracketed her legs around his waist and slammed her back against the wall. She winced, but not from pain. The excitement was too much to bear, too hot and enticing. His aggression told promising tales of the pleasure he held in store.

Lowering his mouth to hers, he hungrily kissed her. Greedily, he devoured her, his tongue thrusting to part her lips, fluttering inside her mouth as he ground his cock against her moist center.

Her thong served no purpose as his rigid cock thumped against her pussy, pressing against her until the weight of his erection forced the thin garment right inside her opening. She clawed at his shoulders, wanting to touch, dying to feel his hot skin underneath her fingertips.

His tongue drove her. His dick encouraged her. Oh dear God, she could come without penetration.

“Colt, oh Colt,” she hummed, wrapping her legs tighter around him.

He clasped her hand and held it high above her head, rubbing his thick penis against her. She bucked under him, her body flailing about as he continued to feed her fiery lust and seduce her further with his apparent uncontrollable urges.

His body never stopped its impetuous grind. His hands and fingers roamed. And his mouth, oh God, his lips were like velvet as they explored her, ravaged her.

She reached for his cock, nervously fumbling with his belt. He didn’t make access easy as he pounded against her. Their kiss only deepened as the passion between them spun out of control.

Oh, how she’d longed for him, how she’d missed him.

Her pussy burned. Her womb clenched. She felt as if he’d struck a match to her folds as he throttled her with uneven strokes, broken beats.

“Damn it,” he growled, slowing down the hip action and bunching her hair in his hands. He pressed their foreheads together and kissed her again. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Ah, Colt,” she whispered, turning her head as he kissed the side of her neck.

“Do you know what you do to me, Kelly?” His wicked tongue traced the shell of her ear. “Do you, baby?”

She knew. God yeah, she knew. How could she not? His kiss drugged her. His body was more potent than a first sip of aged whiskey. And she was drunk on his loving, completely spellbound.

“You have to stop.” She said one thing, but her actions proved she wanted something else entirely.

Her hand slipped inside his slacks and she rapidly pulled at his cock, enjoying the swell of his erection as she pumped. His head snapped back and he stared down the bridge of his nose. “You’re right, baby,” he crooned. “Taking you right here probably isn’t a good idea. There’s not enough time. I want to lay you down and have my way with you.”

Not here? Was he out of his mind?

“You started this,” she reminded him, taking a tighter hold. He thrust forward and jerked back. Then, as if the madness alone drove him, he grabbed hold of her torso and hoisted her in his arms, holding her ass as he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth while holding her against his cock.

“If you don’t unzip these slacks, I will,” she said, the new positioning preventing full access.

“Fuck,” he muttered, releasing her at once. With his blond hair a mangled mess, he backed completely away, finding refuge in the opposite corner. “Not here, Kelly.”

Breathless, she gasped for air, watching his every move as he pulled his shirt away from his waistband and yanked the material down in an apparent effort to hide the bulge between his thighs.

“Fix your dress,” he said coolly. His blue eyes were as dark as a midnight sky as his gaze flitted over her.

Dazed and temporarily confused, she smoothed her palms over her dress and reassembled the V cut of the material, making certain she was decent. With trembling fingers, she fiddled with the slit up the side of her dress.

Colt took a deep breath, released the emergency button, and the elevator continued upward. A second later, he retrieved his jacket and handed off her purse. “Kelly, I—”

“Don’t,” she warned him, feeling as if she’d just been rejected. What had she been thinking? She was engaged to a man—a criminal—who could make one call and have Colt marked for dead. She bowed her head and resisted the tears forming in her eyes. To make matters worse, Colt had clearly used her.

She was a game to him. His only purpose tonight was to see if could still conquer and dominate, seduce her with a look and make her grovel for his touch.

“Baby, listen to me,” he said, stepping in front of her. He tilted her chin to his and left a peck upon her lips. “I want us to talk about this.”

The doors opened, and she hurriedly left the lift, digging in her purse for her room key. Retrieving the key card, she started to unlock her suite, but Colt stopped her.

Slapping his hand over the peephole in the upper center portion of the door, he said, “You can’t marry him.”

“I’m marrying him, Colt.”

“You can’t, baby,” he said, slowly shaking his head.

“Now it’s your turn. Give me one good reason why,” she told him, silently praying he would give her more than one, maybe even several reasons why he didn’t want her to marry Lorenzo.

Brooding, he said, “You don’t love him.”

“You haven’t seen me in a year, Colt. What the hell do you know about me?”

When he didn’t reply, her heart shattered. Fighting back the tears, she said, “That right there says everything when you say nothing at all.”

She shoved the keycard in the lock access cylinder and walked inside, slamming the door in his face.

* * * *

Colt glared at the door as if the wood represented his enemy. Crue and Gabe sat motionless, staring at the computer monitors.

Finally, Gabe clapped his hands together three times, pausing between each one. “That was really beautiful. Better than any show an overpriced movie ticket would buy you.”

“Shut up, Gabe,” Crue bit out, his heart breaking for his brother.

Colt looked defeated. Crue wanted to go to him and be the kind of shoulder his older brother needed, but he knew better than to try. Where Kelly was concerned, Colt didn’t want anyone’s shoulder. He wanted Kelly lying in his arms. How well Crue could relate to those distorted emotions.

As Colt backed away from her room, Crue zoomed in on his brother’s expression, watching as his pain took hold. Then, to Crue’s surprise, Colt made a fist and slammed his balled hand against the door.

“Uh-oh,” Gabe said. “This is about to get really good.”

Crue’s eyes darted to the other half of the divided screen, awaiting Kelly’s response. She stood midway between the foyer and living area, but didn’t move. She remained stoic, expressionless.

In the other frame, Colt pounded again. Then, his lips moved. Whatever he said must’ve grabbed Kelly’s attention. Apparently, she’d heard him. She took a couple of steps, then she sprinted across the room and slung open the door.

Crue’s head snapped as he studied the other frame. The hallway was empty. “What the fuck? Where’d he go?”

Gabe shrugged and grabbed a handful of peanuts from a nearby dish. “I’ve never understood why Daniel chose you for a shadow. You couldn’t multitask if your life depended on it.”

“What’d I miss?” Crue asked. He hit the rewind option. Then, he punched fast-forward. “Turn up the volume.”

Gabe followed Crue’s instructions, leaning back in his chair with folded arms.

“Damn it, Kelly! Open this door!” Colt had shouted. “You want a reason? Is that what you said? You need a reason? Damn it to hell!” He’d stormed off but quickly returned. Placing his forehead against the wooden panels, he’d said, “I love you, Kel. I love you. I love you. Do you hear me? There’s your reason. Need a few others? Open the door and I’ll give you four more.”

“She shouldn’t have stalled right there,” Gabe said, wagging his finger in front of the screen.

“No shit,” Crue said, pained by what he’d seen unfold before his eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

Gabe placed hand on Crue’s forearm. “Man, you can’t do it.”

“I’m going out for fresh air.”

“The hell you are. You’re going to see Colt, and I can’t let you do it. Those two have a lot of things to work out. We can’t intervene just because we’re the eyes in the sky.”

“Why not? Casinos do it all the time. I can help my brother with what I know, and he can march back over there and drag her out of this mess.”

“We’re not talking about counting cards and cheating players here, man. You’re interfering with something that doesn’t need to be resolved tonight.” Gabe took a deep breath. “In fact, those two are better off if this thing between them remains unsettled until this job is over.”

Crue thought of the many things he’d had to stand and witness over the last three months. The way Lorenzo had taunted Kelly, the way he’d abused her by badgering her with his insults one minute, his fists the next.

He knew with every ounce of his blood that his brother would never be able to do the same. Colt would kill Lorenzo if he realized the kind of hell he’d put Kelly through. He would take him out with his bare hands.

Then, Daniel would have their heads. Brock Donovan would demand their jobs.

“Later,” Gabe promised. “We’ll save him a disc and show him when the time is right.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Gabe returned to work, searching through some earlier clips. Crue replayed the footage without the volume, watching as his brother professed his love and finally gave Kelly what he realized she’d longed to hear.

Damn it! Why didn’t Colt wait? Why did he bolt before she answered the door?

Colt had about as much patience as a fire dancer. Once the fuse was lit, he’d darted away from the flames. Maybe he’d been afraid of the combustion, feared what he’d do next.

Maybe he did the right thing by running the other way.

“Lorenzo’s back,” Gabe announced, pointing at one of the computers. “I guess everything happens for a reason, man. You’d better be glad Colt got the hell out of there.”

Crue mulled over the possibilities. Watching a replay of Colt and Kelly entering the elevator, he rubbed the corners of his mouth, in deep thought. “What do you think happened after he put his coat over the camera?”

“I think he fucked her.”

Crue shook his head. “They didn’t have enough time.”

“For a quick fuck? They had the time. Trust me.”

Crue shook his head. “He wouldn’t have fucked her there. After all this time, he wanted longer than a minute or two.”

“I would’ve fucked her in the elevator,” Gabe admitted.

“You’re not in love with her,” Crue said, slapping him on the back.

Gabe stilled and his face went pale. “Right. I forgot about that. I’m not in love with her.”

Kemper and Brand returned to the suite around five o’clock in the morning. Standing at the coffeepot, Colt filled his cup, grabbed the newspaper from Kemper’s hand, and took a seat in the living room.