The Hazards of a One Night Stand (2 page)

“About two hours ago.”

“You didn’t wait long to come out.” I took a big sip of the drink. It was starting to taste a lot better.

“I took time for a shower.”

“That was thoughtful of you.”

“Planning on getting close to me tonight?” He watched me intently.

“Maybe.” The flirtatious word flew out of my mouth without me realizing it. The alcohol and that smile of his was making me forget where I was. “Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” He moved his hand, turning me and wrapping his other arm around me so my body was pressed against his.

“Colton…”

“Mallory…”

I laughed. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? You’re the one telling me you might be getting close to me tonight.” His hand slid down slightly, settling below my hip. His touch felt so good.

“Your birthday passed, right? You’re nineteen now?”

He laughed that deep, throaty laugh of his. “I’m going to take it as a good sign that you’re checking to make sure I’m old enough.”

“I’m not supposed to be into younger guys.”

“I’m three months younger than you. I can’t help that my parents held me back a grade.” He leaned back against an old oak tree, pulling me along with him. The motion had me leaning into his chest.

“You’ve gotten hotter.” I couldn’t believe I’d said the words out loud. I also couldn’t believe I was thinking about Colton that way again.

He laughed once more. “So have you, although I wouldn’t have thought it was possible.”

I took another sip of my drink. “When did you get this cute?”

“Are you implying you haven’t been ready to jump me for the last five years?”

“I’ve never thought about it before tonight.” The words weren’t exactly true, but I hadn’t thought about it in a while.

“But you are thinking about it now?” He grinned, moving his hands even lower so they cradled my ass.

“Maybe.” His hands sent a thrill through me, reminding me of just how long it had been since a guy had touched me that way.

“That’s the second maybe you’ve given me. How am I supposed to make that into a yes?” He took the bottle from my hand and dropped it down on the ground next to his empty cup. The remaining liquid seeped out onto the dirt.

“I don’t know. It’s your job to figure that out.” I ran my now free hand down his chest. It was firmer and more muscular than I expected.

“My job, huh? I like the sound of that.” His lips tickled my ear. “I like the sound of anything involving you.” He took my hand and led me further into the grouping of trees. It wasn’t a dense forest or anything, but I knew he was looking for privacy. I didn’t object when he gently leaned me back into another tree.

I closed my eyes, ready to feel his lips and hands on my body. I was horrible at knowing what to do in those situations. I needed the guy to take control.

His lips brushed against mine as he rested his hand on my stomach. He slipped a few fingers underneath my shirt. “Am I earning a yes, or do I have more work to do?” he whispered with his lips right next to mine.

“You have more work.” I kept my eyes closed, taking in a breath as his hand moved further up my shirt.

He slipped his hand under the fabric of my built-in bra and cupped my breast. “I knew I liked this shirt.”

I moaned.

“Damn it, Mallory. I’ve waited a long time to get you to make that kind of sound for me.”

“You have?” I glided my hand under his t-shirt, happy to discover his chest felt even better without the cotton fabric blocking me.

“Yeah. I have.” He fondled my breast while his lips moved to my neck. His other hand started to move up my leg and under my skirt. I knew where it was headed.

I forced myself to open my eyes, remembering we could be spotted at any time. “Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

Even in the near darkness of the moonlit night, I could see his grin. “Yeah, let’s do that.” He took my hand again, and I let him lead me back around toward the old barn. Annie’s uncle only used the barn to store hay, so I didn’t worry too much when Colton started climbing into the hayloft. My head was foggy from the alcohol, but I knew I wanted to pick up right where we left off.

“How’s this for private?” He spread out a new layer of straw before helping me down and following right down beside me. He flicked the switch for the small naked light bulb hanging from the rafters.

“Much better.”

“Good.” He kissed me. With all the touching, we hadn’t fully kissed yet unless you counted the brush of our lips. It was a fast kiss, and before I knew it, his tongue was demanding entry to my mouth. I gladly let it slide in between my teeth. I nipped his bottom lip, eliciting a groan.

My hand found its way under his shirt as he lowered my straps and tugged down my top to completely expose my breasts. He broke the kiss and pulled his head back to look at me.

“I’ve been dreaming about these for a long time.” He cupped each of my breasts with a hand, making me slightly self-conscious about the way he studied me.

Thankfully, the alcohol kept my confidence up. “Don’t you want to see the rest of me?”

He exhaled sharply. “Of course.” He slid my top the rest of the way down, pulling it along with my jean skirt over my hips and off. He hooked a finger in the side of my panties.

“It’s only fair that I get to see you too.” I pulled his t-shirt over his head.

“Absolutely.” He fumbled with his belt, moving his hands out of the way so I could take care of the button and zipper on his jeans. He pushed up enough to kick them off. The evidence of his arousal revealed itself inside his red checked boxers.

“Now can I finish?” His hand moved back to my leg.

I nodded.

He removed my panties, tossing them next to the rest of our discarded clothes. “You’re like an angel, Mallory. You can’t be real.”

I laughed. “I hope that means you like what you see.”

“You know I love it.” He removed his boxers, lying down completely naked next to me.

“You’re bigger than I thought you’d be.”

“You thought I had a small dick?”

I giggled nervously. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think about it.”

“Yes, you did. You just told me I was bigger than you thought.” He kissed my neck, letting his hand settle on my breast again.

“I guess I did, didn’t I?” I reached out to tentatively touch him. Gradually, I got the nerve to take him in my hand.

He groaned. “That feels too good.”

“Should I stop?”

“Yes, but only because I want tonight to be good.” He kissed me, and moved his hand between my legs. Reflexively I closed them, nervous about the touch I knew was coming.

“Are you nervous?” His face became serious.

“A little.” I hadn’t had sex in well over a year. Even when I’d tried to have a random hook-up in college, it hadn’t worked, and I was desperately in need of some physical satisfaction.

“But you want this?” His expression was conflicted. He didn’t want to stop, but I knew he would in a second if I asked him to. He was good old Colton, the guy who’d been my friend for longer than I could remember, and we were about to have sex.

“I want this.”

“So do I.” He moved my legs apart gently, distracting me with his lips on my breast. I gasped as he slipped his fingers inside me.

I grabbed hold of his back, needing to anchor myself on something. I could still hear the low music and laughter from the party, and although it wasn’t likely anyone would happen upon us, the chances were much higher if I let out a scream.

He lifted up his head, reading my mind. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be quiet.”

“Yes, I do.”

“If I do my job right, you’re not going to be able to.” The goofy smile was back, relaxing me so I could enjoy the sensation his busy fingers created.

“I want you.” The words came out altogether. I wanted more than his fingers, I wanted him. Never in a million years would I have expected to hook up with Colton like that, but I didn’t care.

“I want you too.” He pulled a condom from his wallet and unwrapped it before moving over me. “I swear I’m going to worship you, Mallory.” He thrust into me, making me gasp again. After so much time without being touched, my body wasn’t prepared for it.

He stilled. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You’re not a virgin… ” He said it half as a question.

“No, but it’s been awhile.”

A look of triumph crossed his face. “If it hurts, we don’t have to.” That was Colton, willing to cut off his own pleasure if it meant giving me what I wanted. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed that his interest had gone way beyond friendship before. Maybe I didn’t want to see it. It was easier to pretend his playful flirting was all for show.

“I want this.” I thrust my hips against him, and he immediately moved inside me again.

“I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” he whispered against my ear, keeping his movements slow.

“Don’t be so careful with me.” I pushed up against him again. “I want all of you.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he sped up, thrusting into me faster and harder until I thought I’d completely lose control. I dug my nails into his back and used his lips to silence the scream that wanted to come out when he pushed me over the edge. I’d never felt that way before.

He reached his release but stayed inside me, keeping his weight on me as we laid there sweaty and out of breath.

“You’re amazing, Mallory. Amazing.” He rolled off me, pulling me into his arms so my head could lay on his chest.

“So are you.” I closed my eyes, letting myself fade off into the sleep of someone very drunk and completely satisfied.

Sleeping in hay is not advisable. I woke up with a throbbing headache and no clue why I was covered in the straw. The usual manure smell that permeated our town seemed even stronger. It took me several seconds to realize I was completely naked and most definitely not alone. The hairy leg draped over my body was as naked as the ass it belonged with. I felt the hardness of a very different body part before realizing who all the parts belonged to. Colton’s head rested on my chest, and he slept peacefully. That wasn’t going to last.

I started to push him off me until I realized I didn’t know where my clothes were. His body was the only thing shielding me. He’d already seen me naked, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to see me again.

I sat up enough to notice the pile of clothes about a foot from us. I pushed against him once more, but he didn’t budge. My head throbbed, and I felt sick. I wasn’t sure if it was from being hung over, or from the fact that I’d just had sex with a guy I wasn’t even dating. I didn’t need to look at my watch to realize we’d spent the whole night in the barn. The morning sun streamed in through the slats in the barn wall, reminding me of how much trouble I was in. I was almost positive my stepdad, Rob, would have called the cops already. He may have let me go to college hours away, but when I lived at home, I was still required to follow his rules.

“Colton.” I said his name softly, nervous about what his reaction would be to our precarious situation.

He stirred, but only cuddled into me more.

“Colt. Wake up.”

“Mmm?” he half mumbled, half moaned.

“Wake up.” I pushed into his arms.

He opened his blue eyes. “Morning, babe.”

“Morning? Is that all you have to say?” I pushed against him harder. He wasn’t having any of it, and he tightened his hold.

“That and wow, what an incredible night.”

“You call that incredible? What the hell happened, Colt?”

“What happened? Come on, you were there.”

“I was drunk.” I could remember the whole night and was probably not that intoxicated, but I wasn’t going to admit that to Colt…or myself.

“No, you weren’t. I wouldn’t have let it get that far if you didn’t know what you were doing.” He was right. I did know what I was doing. I just happened to regret it on the other side. I wished I knew what was going on in his head. Surely he had to be thinking the same thing I was. It didn’t matter. It was a one night stand. He couldn’t hurt me, because what happened meant nothing.

“Last night was a mistake, and we need to stop it from getting any worse.”

“Any worse?” He brushed some hair back from my face. “Don’t talk like that.”

“I have to go, Colt. Do you know what Rob would do to you if he found out about this?”

“He knows you’re safe.”

“How?”

“Annie texted you after you fell asleep. She covered for you.”

“How’d she know to cover?”

“I texted her and asked her to. My parents couldn’t care less, but I know yours aren’t like that. For good reason. You’re supposed to worry about your daughter staying out all night.”

“I need to go.” I pressed against him, and this time he didn’t resist. I slipped on my clothes while he watched, just lying there buck naked. He was hard as a rock, but he wasn’t getting any relief from me.

I put on my skirt and attempted to straighten my hair with my fingers. “I can’t believe this. How did I let this happen?”

“You make it sound like a bad thing. It was perfect.”

“We hooked up in a hayloft. There’s nothing perfect about it.” I pulled a few pieces of straw from my hair. People don’t tell you about the non-glamorous parts of a hayloft hook up. In movies, it’s all sexy, but in real life it’s anything but. First, there’s the hay itself, add in the manure smell and the last thing you get is sexy.

“All right, it wasn’t the most romantic first time, but when we look back, we’ll remember the passion that brought us here.” He was just lying there grinning. Still naked.

“First and last time. Don’t make any mistake about it. This was a one-time thing.” I threw his boxers at him. “Get dressed. I need you to drop me off near my house.” I needed to get away from him, and I definitely needed him to put on some clothes.

“Last time? Not a chance. You can’t discover something that amazing and run from it.”

“I’m going back to school in a week. I can’t deal with this.”

“Did you read the letter in the package?”

“I didn’t see a letter.”

“I figured that’s why you were finally interested last night…” He looked at me funny then smiled. “I guess you’d have wanted me anyway. Good to know.”