Winter In August (14 page)

“Colt, I…”

“Come for me Gabby, like you did on the phone. This time, I’ll feel you come on my hand and lips. I want to watch, as the climax goes through you.” His thumb rubbed my clit in slow circular motions as I lifted my hips to him. The wave rose and the ache in my stomach increased as I climaxed on his fingers crying out his name.

He spread my legs farther apart with his head and put his face between me. He latched on to my throbbing clit as he grabbed onto my hips.

With my head thrown back, still trying to come down from the first orgasm, I tried to push his head away. I couldn’t take another orgasm.

“Don’t Colt, it’s too much.”

“Fuck, you taste so good. You taste so sweet like honey. I can’t get enough.” He looked up, licked his lips, and began his sweet sexual torment again. When I thought my body couldn’t respond another time, an ache built inside me. He was relentless and animalistic pushing his face deeper and deeper into me. The intenseness of his tongue licking and teasing me, brought a second climax, this one more agonizing than the first. I grabbed on to his shoulders and dug my nails into him as the surge traveled my body. When the orgasm was done, I was lifeless and bare. He kissed his way to my lips, stood, and moved back to admire my body, legs spread and practically panting.

“You are the fucking most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I love how you taste. Next time text me back, though I think you enjoyed this visit.” He winked at me and went to the door. He turned to face me slumped in the chair.

“I want you and I’ll have you.” He was out the door and down the road before I could get myself to move.

Chapter 12

W
orking
kept my mind off sex and the issues with my mom and Kris. My medication was kicking in and the darkness was starting to lift. I tried to get my blonde uninvited guest with the overly skillful tongue out of my head. He was invading my thoughts, and I wasn’t used to that.

My days were spent at work, the gym, and my nights were spent at home, reading a book or talking to my dad on the phone. We were talking now almost twice a week. This issue with my mom brought us closer and in a way. He was with Bonnie and they planned on coming to see me as soon as he could get away from the store. Bonnie had never been to New York City and she was itching to come. Harper skyped me a few times and planned on coming home within the week. She was shocked at the news about my mom and Kris.

I continued thinking about Annie and how desolate she looked. I couldn’t help but feel pity for her. She was lonely and obviously still in love with my mom. How much damage my mother had caused the people who loved her? Was she still doing this to others in her life? I wanted to give her a piece of my mind and I hoped one day I could at least tell her how lousy she truly was.

I was working late one evening with Sven and cleaning the salon. I was in the back washing towels and Sven was in his office doing whatever he did to close out the day. I could hear him arguing with Tab on the phone through his closed office door. They had been fighting a lot lately, and their constant arguing was becoming a problem at the salon. The tension was thick between the two of them and uncomfortable for all of us.

The buzzer went off alerting me that someone had walked in. Fuck. I forgot to lock the door after the last customer left. My head was somewhere else, and locking up after the last customer left must have slipped my mind. Sven would be pissed because one other time he forgot, he was robbed.

I didn’t want to walk up front so I yelled, “We’re closed.” I hoped whoever slipped in would leave.

There was no response. Not in the mood for anyone’s bullshit, I hesitantly walked up front to see whoever was standing there.

“Colt?”

He smiled a devastating sideways smile.

“We’re closed.”

His eyes scanned me as he stood there. He looked as if he had a rough day. His hair was messed up and his face rosy red. I noticed his tie undone and his shirt unbuttoned two buttons.

“I know. I’m not here for a haircut. I’m here for you.”

I blushed. “I’m a little busy.” He strolled closer to me as I tried to stand behind the register. He looked fucking hot as usual, almost like a hungry animal. His suit was impeccable; his face was scruffy enough to make him look like he’d been in bed for a week.

“I’m done waiting for what I want.” I could have melted into the floor as the heat from his gaze seared through me.

“I thought you were a patient man?” My voice was almost a whisper.

“I was patient.” He looked at his watch.

“It’s been three weeks, two days, and twenty-two hours. I’m not waiting anymore.”

“I’m not something you can order, and I’m supposed to swoon, Colt. I have work to do and I’m going home.”

“I’ll wait and take you home.” He stepped back and sat in a chair in the waiting area.

I was at a loss for words. He was serious. Okay, I can play this game. I walked to the back and finished washing the various capes and the towels. He wants to wait, he can wait. I’ll see how bad he wants me and how patient he is.

“Who’s out there?” asked Sven opening his door and sticking his head out of his office.

I whispered so Colt couldn’t hear me. “The pilot.” He raised his eyebrow.

“Oh? Does he know we’re closed?” Sven winked at me.

“Yes, he’s waiting on me, and he can wait till I’m done. I have more to do.” I continued to do the laundry as Sven stood from his desk and walked over to me.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” His arms were crossed and he gave me that stare down when he’s trying to be authoritative.

“I’m working. If he wants to wait, he can wait.” The dryers were hot, and I pushed a strand of hair out of my face.

“Get your ass out of here. Come on Gabs, doing laundry over getting laid? Since when?”

“I don’t like to be told what to do, and I’m turning a new leaf.” I put in another load of towels and started to get the dried ones out. Sven stopped me.

“Go. I’m not telling you again. Listen to me as a friend right now and not as your boss. Don’t fuck this one up. Turn your new leaf some other time.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Why don’t you go fuck him if you’re so excited.”

“I don’t have a pussy. He’s not looking for what I have, Gabs. Believe me, if he was, I would already be in the car with my pants off.”

“You’re a pig,” I smiled, and he winked and shooed me out of the door. I tried to compose myself before I stepped back out in the waiting area. I ran to the restroom and checked to see if I was presentable. I ran a comb through my hair, spritzed on my perfume and powdered my nose. It would have to do.

“Your place or mine Mr. Andrews?” I asked as I walked out to the front throwing on my coat and grabbing my purse.

He was reading a fashion magazine and looked at me with no expression on his face. “I think mine will suit our needs tonight for what I have planned. You didn’t make me wait very long. You must be a little anxious to see what I have in store for you”

“No, I’m not anxious. Curious to see you’re like the rest of them. Let’s get this over with and hopefully, you’ll leave me alone, and I can get some rest tonight.”

Colt walked to the door and held it open, ignoring what I had said to him. I was surprised to see he drove his own car. A sleek black four-door Porsche was pulled in front of the salon.

“Thank you,” He opened the passenger door to let me slide in. Colt slipped in beside me and put the car in gear and sped off.

“I’ve thought about you and that visit I paid you after the art gallery function. It’s all I have been thinking about, Gabby. Well, that and this business deal I finished.” Colt was maneuvering through traffic and trying to keep his eyes off my bare legs.

“I wish I could say the same. I’ve been busy.” I lied.
I wasn’t going to come clean and let him know he was all I thought about.

Chapter 13

T
he
short ride took us to the Upper West side and my favorite part of New York City. His apartment was in one of the most extravagant buildings in the city. I almost thought I was underdressed walking into the lobby. I didn’t know what to expect when he unlocked the door and we stepped inside. His sense of style and the way he decorated impressed me instantly. Everything screamed Colt and the way he carried himself. A gourmet kitchen that never looked used, floor to ceiling windows, wood floors so shiny they looked like glass. His living room was filled with antique aviation replicas, old airplane pictures and a huge painting of Amelia Earhart was above his mantle.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks. I moved in here in college as a matter of fact. This apartment was my parent's place for thirty years and they wanted to move out to the country to retire. I lucked out I guess you could say.” No shit, I thought. He was taking off his tie and watch as soon as he walked in. I set down my purse wondering where the restroom was in the mammoth home. The place was insanely huge.

“Where’s your bathroom?” I asked as my voice echoed in the vastness.

Colt nodded his head down the hall.

“First door on the left is the best out of the five in here. Would you like something to drink? I could use one.” Five bathrooms? Who needs five bathrooms? I thought about bolting. I was way out of my league. What the hell was I doing? Holy shit.

“Whiskey,” I said as I walked down the hall taking off my heels. I faked feeling comfortable and didn’t want to let my guard down.

“My kind of woman.” I looked back feeling Colt’s eyes glued to my ass. Sure enough, when I turned around, he was staring.

“Get the whiskey, hot shot,” I smiled back at him.

I looked in the mirror and noticed I could use a fresh coat of red lip stain. I also dabbed the stain on my nipples to make them stand out more. This was an old trick I read about in a magazine and this trick drove some of them nuts. I took my hair down and shook the strands giving me a messy let’s go to bed illusion. I spritzed myself with my perfume and made sure my breath was fresh with a squirt of mint breath freshener.

When I walked out, Colt stood in the very large industrial style kitchen with a boyish expression on his face.

“I didn’t know how you wanted your whiskey,” he smiled, rolling his shirt sleeves up.

“I prefer a shot. I don’t like to fool around, remember.” I kept my eyes on him.

“That’s right. None of that mushy stuff.” He smiled to himself and filled two large shot glasses.

He slid mine across the granite countertop and held his up as his eyes bore into me.

“Here’s to tonight, Gabby Barone. You’re exactly what I needed and exactly where I want you to be, finally.” We lightly hit our shot glasses and threw back the shots. The amber liquid burned wonderfully and I knew in a few minutes the shot would hit me and help me relax. I raised my glass for another and he lifted his brow at me as if he was shocked.

"Pour the shot," I demanded. He filled the shot glass, and I downed the whiskey in one swallow.

Colt looked at me with inquisition. I got a sense he wasn’t used to my type of woman. He walked over to me and took me in his arms unexpectedly.

“You aren’t going to run off are you? I sense you are uneasy about this,” he said, looking down at me. Holy fuck those eyes were beautiful, so green and mysterious. His hands went to the back of my thighs and his fingers caressed me as he lifted my dress. He was barely touching me with the tips of his fingers. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin.

“No, I’m not running off, but I’m going to be a challenge to satisfy,” I whispered.

“I’m more than prepared for the job, sweetheart.” His lips brushed my forehead.

“Oh, Colt Andrews I’ve heard that before. I hope you have the ass to back it up.”

“Believe me, I can back it up. You enjoy the ride.” I responded by grabbing for his hair and running my fingers in it. I pulled him closer to me. My body arched, and I pushed my breasts to him. I reached down to touch his erection and I liked what was pushing against his expensive pants. I wanted to melt into him.

His voice was gravely and so sexy as he murmured in my ear. “Turn around.” I put my back to him and pressed my ass against his cock.

He found the zipper on the back of my dress and slid it down slowly. He reached up and pulled the strap off my shoulder to let the dress pool to the ground. My breasts were swollen, and my nipples were hard. The clasp of my bra was in the front, and my body ignited when he reached around and unhooked the clasp. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them.

“Gabby, you’re so beautiful.” I shivered with passion and need to have him fuck me. His hands roamed across my skin lightly.

“This ass of yours is perfect. I want my face buried in you soon.” He pulled me back to him and I ground against him with want and need. He nuzzled his lips on my neck and then his mouth reached my ear.

“I’m about to fuck you senseless. I want to control you tonight, Gabby. I’m going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to listen.” His hand reached between my thighs and he touched the lips of my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re wet already.”

My clit throbbed along with the beat of my heart and I had to have him inside me. His thick cock was pressed against my ass, teasing me. I lifted my arms over my head and grabbed onto him as he stood behind me. I put my head on his shoulder and looked back at him. He kissed me as I sucked on his whiskey tasting tongue. His fingertip skimmed my naked body letting them dance across my hard nipples.