“That’s right,” he said softly, pumping just a little. “Touch that little clit of yours.”
Her hand flexed, and her face contorted, her mouth stretching into a silent cry. He thrust deep at the sight of that, and was rewarded with her shocked gasp.
“Tight,” she moaned. “Oh my God, so tight.”
“Bad tight?” he asked, gritting his teeth. Fuck, if it was bad tight, he should pull out. But she was squeezing him so hard, her ass clenched around him like a glove. And without the condom on, he felt every little vibration of her body.
“Good tight,” she said breathlessly, then shuddered. “Good tight.”
“Good. I’m going to f**k you now, Beth Ann. And I’m going to go slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Go, go,” she panted. “Please go.”
He pushed. Just a small stroke, enough to feel every clench of her body travel through his cock. Just enough to be sure that he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Go,” she moaned again. “Oh, go.”
He thrust again, withdrawing partially, and stroking back in deep. The lube made her passage slick, but she was still tight around him. The feeling was intense, and when he pushed in deep a third time, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the pleasure.
Under him, she moaned softly. Yes. That was good. He thrust again. Beth Ann moaned once more, and he watched her hand move in little circles against her clit.
“You touching yourself, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned, and the sound was tense with desire. “Oh, Colt, you’re so full inside me.”
“I know, baby,” he gritted. His hips jerked and he thrust deep, hard, unable to help himself. She whimpered, and he froze, but then he saw that hand working against her clit, felt her body flutter under him.
She was going to come. Fuck yes. He thrust hard, slamming into her, and she cried out his name. Fucking slammed into her all over again, and again, and then she was screaming his name under him, and he felt her body jerk, felt it spasm underneath him. Knew she was coming. Over and over, he thrust into that tight, sweet ass. “Keep touching yourself, Beth Ann. Don’t stop.”
“Go,” she sobbed. “Go.”
He was going to go. He thrust and thrust, and then his balls tightened and he came deep inside her, all the breath escaping his body. He rocked into her, filling her with his cum, and she sobbed underneath him as he thrust slowly, one more time, and then pulled out.
Breath was still shuddering through her. He rolled her over and touched her cheek. “Beth Ann?”
She smiled at him, and slid her hand from her pu**y—damn. She’d been touching herself the entire time she’d come, and the entire time he’d come. The responding smile she gave him was sleepy, boneless. “Good lord,” she said softly. “That was…intense.”
He kissed her, because he wanted it to have pleased her, so much. “In a good way?”
“Very, very good,” she said with a soft sigh.
He grinned. Good. He got a towel, cleaned her, then himself, and pulled her close to him.
Her breath was still shuddering through her. As he pulled her close into his arms, she cuddled up against him. “I love you, Colt.”
And there came that sissy knot in his throat. He kissed her forehead and held her close.
Beth Ann stayed with him all day Sunday. They ate so much cake they were both sick of it, made love all weekend, and when he slept, she lay with her arms wrapped around him, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, even in her dreams.
Which made him feel even more guilty.
He had to tell her about that stupid first weekend together. That he’d lied and deliberately detained her in the woods. But as she left his place to go in to work on Monday, he couldn’t tell her just yet. Her face was pale and strained, though she tried to smile. Monday was normally her day off, he knew, but she was going in to try and get a few walk-ins in the hopes of getting some extra money. Six days a week she was going to keep her salon open, and he knew if this didn’t work, she’d be open every day, determined to make it successful.
“Is there anything I can do?” he asked as he kissed her on the doorstep. “You want me to drag all my clients for impromptu haircuts?”
She smiled, though it was forced. “It’s all on me. I’ll succeed or fail on my own merit.”
He knew that. And right now she was failing and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do, and that was going to drive him bug-fuck insane. So today, when she went off to work, he was going to go take care of something he could control.
Colt gave her a hard, fierce kiss when she left, and waited in his cabin until he was sure she was down the highway heading back to Bluebonnet. Then he got in his Jeep and pulled onto the highway, but headed in the opposite direction of town.
Allan Sunquist’s dealership was a good drive down the highway, and impossible to miss. Sunny Motors was halfway between Bluebonnet and the next biggest city. One of the largest dealerships in the area, and Allan ran the damn thing.
He could have lived out there, Colt thought with irritation. Instead, he made the long drive back and forth between Bluebonnet and the dealership because he was the big man around town. In a bigger city, he’d just be nobody, and Allan Sunquist couldn’t stand to be a nobody.
Colt pulled in next to a row of shiny trucks, all decked out and sparkling clean. His own Jeep was clean, but it was also older. He didn’t see the need for a big expensive vehicle. Most of his money went to savings anyhow. He wasn’t going to be like his father—living in a broken-down trailer, selling scrap metal for money. He saved, and he invested in CDs. He had several he’d bought back when he was in the military that were about to mature and it’d be a nice chunk in his savings account. Beth Ann could use the money. He’d give it to her if she asked. He’d clean out the entire damn account to bring a smile to her face.
But she wouldn’t ask. And that made him feel helpless.
This, at least, he could do.
He strolled into the enormous building. Glass double doors opened and slid back as he stepped inside, and Colt glanced around. There were several offices behind glass partitions, but he also knew Sunquist made a lot of money. He’d have an office somewhere.
“Welcome to Sunny Motors. Can I help you?”
Colt turned to see a man with a fake smile and too-perfect hair grinning at him. Salesmen. He hated ’em. Colt turned and looked around the showroom again. There was another BMW a bit like Allan’s, but not quite the same. “Looking for Sunquist.”