Saddled in Secrets: A Protective Hero Small Town Standalone, page 12
“Need something, baby girl?”
And now I’m wetter than a paddock in spring. Why does that name do it for me? He’s creating fantasies left and right and I can’t hold back much longer. My stubborn pride raises her head, stomping a foot at this unbelievable situation.
Rather than give in easily—I’ve already served myself on a damn platter—I snap my legs shut and prop upright on the pillows. “Do men regularly pass up a sure thing?”
“You shouldn’t talk about other men.” His authoritative tone rushes over me in a harsh jolt.
It makes me think of him bending me over a table and spanking my ass until I can’t sit comfortably. I squirm on the mattress. A cool breeze tickles my slick arousal, reminding me how eager my body is for his. And then I recall his resistance to my efforts.
“What do you suggest I do to them?”
His broad build seems to double in size as he radiates fury. “Not a damn thing if you care about their survival.”
“That’s no fun. Maybe I’ll skip straight to the sex. I’m not getting any ‘round here.” Am I goading him? Yes. Do I feel good about it? Yes again.
And Colton doesn’t disappoint. He prowls forward, stopping just short of crawling onto the bed. “Nobody else touches you.”
“Says who?” I wag my finger and cover my nakedness with the blanket. “I’m not agreeing to be anything other than your reluctant roommate, and that’s already a stretch. You’re not getting a chance at more from me until I sample the goods. What if we’re sexually incompatible? That would be—”
“Impossible,” he finishes for me.
“How do you plan on proving that without fucking me senseless?”
Colton gets to work unbuckling his belt. A thrill shoots through me and I sit up straighter. When his jeans are undone and sagging around his hips, I’m propped at crotch-level for an optimal view. He lowers the waistband of his boxers at a pace meant to torture me. Mattress springs squeak when impatience urges me to yank the stretchy material down myself. But then his cock is set free.
And I’m dick-notized at first sight. “Uhhh…”
Yep, I’ve been reduced to a mindless puddle. My jaw drops in the same instant my brain shuts off. A soft whimper slips free as I float on this lusty high. There’s just so much to see. I wipe the drool off my chin and gather enough sense to focus on the most shocking revelation.
“You’re pierced?”
And not just a little bit. Five horizontal posts decorate the underside of his shaft. The embellishments are notched in an even row to climb his entire length like a ribbed texture. That leads my appreciation to a thick loop speared into the center of his flared head. The silver glistens in the dim lighting, demanding my attention. It’s quite an overwhelming display.
Well, damn. Colton is more studded than a leather jacket at a rock concert.
There’s another clench in my pussy, but this time it’s from doubt. His dick has to be at least nine inches long. The bedazzled beast will split me in half. I might be bold and putting on a show that’ll make cam girls blush, but I’m not experienced enough to fit that inside me.
But that’s a concern for a different day. Right now, I’m going to enjoy the view.
“How fascinating.” There’s no disguising the awe in my voice. “What do you, um… call all that?”
“Most refer to this as a Jacob’s Ladder. But the whole section here”—he traces a path down the midline of his dick—“is called the frenum.”
“A Frenum Ladder,” I breathe.
“Mhmm.” His hand gestures at the hoop notched into his tip. “And this is a Reverse Prince Albert.”
“Aren’t barbells supposed to have balls on the ends?” I study the modest gauges that have flat pieces on both sides to hold them in place.
“It was recommended to start with this style of jewelry until we’re sure you can handle more.”
“That’s… considerate.” But then I gawk at the thicker ring hooked into his tip. “What about this one?”
“Meant to stimulate your G-spot. This design”—he flicks the round connector in the center—“is highly recommended to do just that. If it’s too much or not enough, I can easily swap it out.”
My eyes are dry from lack of blinking, but I can’t force myself to miss any action. “Now I really want the sex.”
“That can be arranged,” he taunts.
I yank myself from the pinnacle of peens and glare at him. “Clever strategy.”
Colton flexes his hips. “Agree to be mine.”
It takes great effort to ignore the rod bobbing for attention. “You’re crazy.”
“About you.”
“Good grief. Somehow you manage to make that sound romantic.” I mutter under my breath about deranged stalkers wanting to settle down, but then the glimmer from his dick distracts me. It’s a shock to my system all over again. “How did this happen?”
“Professionally,” he drawls. “In a tattoo parlor.”
I roll my eyes at his sassy ass. “You sure are full of surprises. Did it hurt?”
A pearl of precum appears during my careful inspection and Colton swipes at the moisture, spreading it to lube his cock. “Totally worth the pain.”
My exhale sputters. “I bet the ladies appreciate your dedication to their pleasure.”
“This is only meant to service one woman in particular, if she’ll have me.”
I freeze. “You didn’t do that for me.”
But he nods. “Overheard you mention penis piercings once and decided to go for it. If you were gonna try a flashy cock, it sure as shit was gonna be mine.”
“You went through all this”—I motion wildly at the metal stabbing through his sensitive flesh in several areas—“just because I made an off-handed comment?”
“Willing to do whatever it takes to swing the odds in my favor.”
“Oh-kayyyy,” I expel a lungful of flabbergasted shock. “That’s next-level, Stalker.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me satisfy your curiosity?”
He fists his studded length, rolling upward to thumb the hoop at the tip. My eyes track the lazy motion, lulling me into another trance. But then a pesky detail wiggles its way to the surface.
“Hold on,” I blurt. “That pierced penis conversation happened like… Gosh, I don’t even remember.”
“Two years ago.” A muscle twitches in his stubbled cheek, almost revealing a dimple. “I was there.”
“Clearly,” I mutter. “But that’s not the point. You haven’t been with a woman since then?”
“It’s been much longer.”
“Before you first saw me.” The guess is more of a statement based on every other outrageous thing he’s admitted.
His head bobs to cement my assumption. Damn, I’m tempted. Call me delulu, and I’ll admit to stanning for slightly unhinged behavior. This man is proving to be somewhat of a morally gray marvel.
“What if I change my mind?”
Colton’s hand stills on his shaft. “I’ll make sure you won’t. Once you’re mine, my every breath will be dedicated to making you happy.”
He sounds so positive that we’ll just ride off into the sunset without a care in the world. Meanwhile, I’m still concerned about fitting his monster cock into my very average-sized vagina. Just thinking about taking his whole length riles me up, shooting warmth into my lower belly. My breathing picks up and I’m at risk of spontaneously climaxing. I spotted a bottle of lube in the nightstand drawer. My lips curl at the reminder. It might be tight, but we’ll fit.
Challenge accepted, big guy.
But this is wild, even for me. I’m not ready to dive in head over heels. I’ve never had a serious boyfriend. Any man that’s showed interest quickly proved to have shallow and selfish intentions. It tarnished my faith in happily ever after. If it weren’t for growing up around my parents and their blissful marriage, I might’ve written off the concept much sooner.
As if reading my hesitation, Colton releases the chokehold on his dick. “I’ll take good care of you, Princess.”
My gaze is still latched on the pierced prize jutting up like a beacon. “Mhmm, I can see that.”
“You can trust me with your heart.” The sincerity in his voice lifts my gaze.
I get caught in the emotion swirling in his expression. He wants me to leap. The devotion in his stare promises to catch me.
The mood calms when he relaxes his stance, taking away the strain between us too. I’m guarded and jaded, but Colton is determined to break through my walls.
Words are glue in my throat. “Can I think about it?”
“Of course.” He shrugs like my delay doesn’t hurt, but trying to shove his rock-solid erection back into his pants definitely will.
“Don’t,” I rasp.
His fingers pause as he studies me. That allows me to keep ogling his cock. A rumble that sounds like pure male satisfaction rises off his chest.
“Tell me what you need to give this a chance.”
I shiver at his soft command. “A test ride might do the trick.”
“No.” Colton resumes the painful process of stealing his dick from view.
“Can I at least watch you take care of that?” My open palm rises toward his swollen tip that’s steadily leaking for me.
“No,” he repeats.
“But you said—”
“It’s yours,” he confirms. “Which is true. My dick has belonged to you since that first glance, but that doesn’t mean I’ll fuck you.”
I pop out my bottom lip. “What does it mean?”
“We’re gonna do this when you’re ready.”
My lashes bat at him as if his iron will can be so easily swayed. “I don’t get to touch you until then?”
“Not without the magic words.”
“I’m beginning to really despise your kinky ultimatum.”
“No pressure,” he reminds.
“What if I’m not interested in getting attached?”
“Too late and too bad.” He finishes buttoning his jeans. “I’m interested in forever. That’s not up for negotiation.”
Meanwhile, my bare ass is still very much in the air—not that he seems to notice. Whatever cracks I’d chiseled into his stony resistance have been fully repaired. Colton backs away from the bed slowly, giving me plenty of time to stop him. A disgruntled huff flops me flat onto the mattress. The urge to scream flexes my throat, but I swallow the insolence.
He pauses before stepping into the hallway. “Is that your final answer, Princess?”
“For now,” I mutter.
“Sweet dreams,” he croons and crosses over the threshold.
As if that will save him. I grab the gifted dildo and chuck it at the closing door, narrowly missing his head. Colton’s chuckle fades as he walks away and leaves me to handle my own release. That’s just fine.
I get myself situated on the mountain of pillows. With a deep inhale, the agitation fizzles. After exhaling, I’m ready to finish what I started. And thanks to my obsessive jailer, I have new inspiration to get me there faster.
A crisp visual of Colton climbing toward me forms quickly. Rather than abandon me in my time of orgasmic need, he covers my body with his like a protective shield. His intensity and temptation threaten to smother me. Much like in the field, he consumes my senses. I breathe deep to inhale him. That musky masculinity is delicious.
Pretend Colton isn’t shy about eliminating sexual boundaries. When I arch into him, he puts more weight on me. The pinned force is gentle but strong. He uses his control to spread my legs wider and align our hips. His cock pulses in a desperation I can feel inside of me.
And then the ribbed texture on his shaft glides along my slick center. I tremble against the cool sheets when he repeats the motion. His pierced tip teases my entrance. I clench against nothing, but it’s easy to imagine the burning stretch as he fills me. He’s going to wreck me for all others. That sends a burst of heat through me and I’m already nearing the peak.
An insistent throb spreads from my core. I drift a palm down my torso as the fantasy continues to play. Sparks shoot from my clit the instant I make contact. So. Damn. Sensitive. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on.
My thighs quiver while I set a frantic pace. Pressure builds at record speed. A few swipes and I’m thrust over the edge into climatic bliss. Tingles erupt in an explosion that steals my breath. I smile at the empty room, letting my eyes slide shut as pleasure takes control.
Muscles twitch as sensation returns to my limbs. As the rush slows to a comforting ripple, I almost laugh. Colton provides very titillating material.
Challenge most definitely accepted, Stalker.
My bare feet slap against the floor as I pace the length of the kitchen again. The wood is going to groove at this rate. I can’t be bothered to care, not when the clock is mocking me.
It’s almost ten o’clock in the morning and there’s still no sign of Bianca. Force of habit had me checking on her once or twice, just to make sure she wasn’t tying her bedsheets together or anything. Her bubble of chaos was activated on the last peek to give proof of normalcy. The shower turned on an hour ago, but she stayed upstairs.
Panic gnaws at me while I wait for her appearance. Yesterday changed our status, which was very much on purpose. Last night, on the other hand… Fuck, that was an unexpected twist. Sweat instantly slicks my palms while I recall the sultry grind of Bianca’s naked hips. She wanted me to soothe that desperate ache and I rejected her like some sort of lovesick saint. I hang my head, cursing my own name.
The uncertainty of where we stand now is a toxic puddle I’m stuck in. Bianca is probably fuming. I can withstand almost anything except her silence. That’s a torture I can’t endure again. She can poke fun at my one-sided feelings. Tease me for protecting her. Force us to remain platonic. Ridicule me for abstaining from sex regardless. It doesn’t matter what she says. She just can’t ignore my existence.
Silence surrounds me in response. The knot in my gut grows until I’m forced to stop pacing. Rather than break down her door and demand she speak to me, I grab my phone to text Brody.
Me: What’s the latest?
Brody: The wife demanded we stop by for a visit. Bianca put it in her head.
My stomach drops. Not the update I was looking for.
Me: Whenever you want. There’s plenty of space.
Brody: I’ll keep you posted. Too much shit to do around here.
Me: Any trouble?
Brody: Nah, town is quiet.
Which is good, but suspicious. I scrub at the thick stubble on my jaw.
Me: Any rumors?
There’s a long pause. Probably pissed him off right along with his sister. It’s not like he gives a shit about gossip. But thanks to me, his family is involved too.
Brody: Paisley just told me a woman was asking about you at the farmer’s market.
Me: What woman?
Brody: How the fuck should I know?
The creak of hinges followed by footsteps distracts me. Bianca descends the stairs in a skip that I feel in my chest. The energy instantly lifts with her chipper approach. Her lilac scent is fresh, wafting over to me like a peace offering. When she smiles at me, every worry washes away and I can breathe.
“Rise and shine,” she chirps.
I sag into the oversized kitchen island. “Hi.”
“Holy shit.” Bianca slams to a halt near the fridge. “Are we expecting company?”
My mouth slides into a frown. “Brody didn’t say when they’re coming.”
Her forehead creases before she waves at the large surface currently keeping me upright. “That’s a feast for a whole family.”
It’s only then I remember there’s an assortment of food cluttering the counter. “Thought you’d be hungry.”
She creeps forward to inspect the options. That gives me a moment to openly study her. A thick braid hangs over one shoulder, still damp from the shower. Another burst of lilac greets my deep inhale and I’m intoxicated all over again.
After a pleased rumble, my hooded gaze sweeps over her face. She doesn’t have a stitch of makeup on. I stare at her flawless skin, itching to feel the satin on my calloused palm. Her tight jeans and pink shirt are last for me to admire, but definitely not least. The standard riding outfit tells me that we’ll be headed to the barn after breakfast.
“Hello?” Bianca waves a hand between us.
I’m slapped back to reality as if I snapped the elastic on my wrist. “Huh?”
“Did you get all this delivered somehow? Or did you leave me unguarded”—she gasps dramatically on that word—“to grab takeout?”
“I cooked.”
“No way,” she blurts.
The urge to grin twitches my lips. “Want to check the dishwasher? I can pause the cycle.”
“You know how to make”—her gaze scours over the brunch items—“Eggs Benedict?”
My shoulders straighten at the awe in her voice. “There are fluffy biscuits with extra creamy gravy too.”
Her jaw drops. “Who are you?”
“Yours,” I answer automatically.
Bianca studies me for several seconds. “Quite impressive, Stalker. I’ll need to confirm it’s edible before making a final judgment on this grand gesture.”
“Can I fix you a plate?”
“I can do it.”
“So can I,” I insist.
“Okayyyy.” She gives me a strange look as if I’m not making sense.
“Take a seat.” I lift my chin at the table surrounded by six chairs.
When she chooses to sit next to the window, I almost smile again. I arranged it this way very specifically and she just rewarded my efforts. Bianca loves a spot with a view. The seat she picked offers an unobstructed shot of the daisy gardens I planted for her.
Instead of getting caught gawking, I get busy piling all of her favorite breakfast foods onto one plate. It’s complete chaos—just the way she loves it. The dish is almost overflowing when I set it down in front of her. Bianca breathes in the unmistakable aroma of bacon and savory satisfaction. I retrace my steps to fill a mug with hazelnut coffee, grabbing a glass of sparkling orange juice in the other hand.
