Almost Broken Up (Almost Bad Boys) (16 page)

“Let’s go,” he whispers in my ear and grabs my hand.
 

He’s wearing a long, black trench coat that hides well his ready-for-action manhood. He looks hot, really hot in that coat, with the unbuttoned collar of his white shirt, and in some cool designer black leather loafers. My man definitely knows how to dress to impress.
 

Colin has only a carry on, so we go straight to the parking garage. The elevator opens with a tiny ding, and we step in. We are alone, and Colin immediately presses me to him, cupping my buttocks with his hands. “You’re gorgeous, baby. I couldn’t get you out of my mind even for a moment.” His mouth crushes mine, and his tongue strokes against mine, making me moan in pleasure.
 

When the elevator stops, Colin immediately takes my hand again and leads me out. “I hope you parked in some dark corner.”

I give him a “huh?” look, and he grins at me. His tongue sneaks out from his mouth and slowly runs over the edge of his teeth.
 

“No, you won’t.” I slowly shake my head, laughing.
 

“Watch me,” he says in low, sexy voice, which turns my insides to liquid.
 

My heart pounds, and Queen Vagina strikes the highest note in that nonsense Italian opera. Colin slaps my butt, and I squeal. “Heeeeeeyyyy,” I try to sound indignant but don’t quite manage.
 

“Hurry up. I want that sweet pussy of yours to take me in,” he murmurs. One corner of his mouth lifts, and my knees are ready to buckle. Omigod! I’m about to faint. No, that’s not it. I’m about to pounce on him, right here, right now. That man is a walking-taking ball of the most delicious testosterone.
 

But despite of me wanting him so badly, I gasp, “You can’t be serious. Here?”

He moves with masculine grace. Without slowing down his stride, he leisurely turns his head to me. His blue eyes are dark with desire, and that tiny, quirky smile makes me want to rip his clothes off. “I’m always serious about sex with you.”

Holy Mother of Sweet Jesus. He
is
serious. I’m in so much trouble.
 

We get to my Dodge Caliber.
 
Colin opens the trunk and deposits his carry-on luggage in. I walk to the driver door, but he grabs my arm and shakes his head once. “This way.” He opens the back door, and I have no choice but to get in.
 

“Good girl,” he says quietly. He takes his trench coat off and puts it in the passenger seat, and then gets in the back and closes the door.
 

“Someone can see us,” I try to protest, but my words don’t carry much conviction. The car is parked far in the back of the lot.
 

Colin promptly pulls me to him and claims my mouth, holding me tight. His hand slides under my dress and pushes my panties out of the way. I feel his fingers circle my opening, and he murmurs against my mouth, “God, baby, you’re so wet. You want me too.”

“I want you,” I gasp, and the world disappears. There is only Colin and I, and nothing else matters. “I love you. I want you inside me.”

He growls, and his fingers enter me. I whimper. The feeling is exquisite, and I feel the orgasm already coming. “Colin, you’ll make me come,” I pant.
 

“Mhmm. That’s the plan.” He sucks on my earlobe, and I can’t hold it any longer.
 

His thumb strokes over my clit, and I arch my back, moaning in pleasure that pulses through me. My breath is ragged and fast, as I move my hips up and down, riding his fingers and squeezing them hard. “Colin! Now!” I cry against his mouth, and he kisses me to stifle my screams.
 

I feel him smile, and a moment later, while the aftershocks are still rocking my body, he unzips his pants and pushes them down, together with his boxers, until his hard erection springs free. I get on my knees and lick his cock from the tip to the bottom, savoring the taste of his pre-cum.
 

Colin inhales through his clenched teeth, his breath hissing—the sound that makes me want him again. I wrap my lips around his cock and glide my mouth up and down, taking him deep in, feeling my cheeks hollow from sucking. He’s big and thick, throbbing against my lips and tongue.
 

His fingers twist in my hair, and he gently guides my head up and down. “Oh, baby,” he groans. “I wanted this for so long.” This simple declaration stirs my blood even more.
 

I love how naturally he responds to me and how he lets himself to be at my mercy. I would do anything for him, and it makes me feel so good that he’s not afraid to open up to me.
 

I increase my speed and suck him harder. He throws his head back and squeezes eyes shut, his teeth clenched. Suddenly, he pulls me up. “Fuck me with your pussy now,” he growls.

I scramble over him, and the thick head of his cock shoves through my swollen cleft. I take him all the way to the root. He thrusts hard, cupping my buttocks with his hands. I move up and down, fast and firm, moaning in pleasure. He’s breathing quickly, tightening his jaws. “Good, Natalie. Fuck me. Fuck me,” he keeps repeating, and that drives me over the edge.
 

I climax again, but he doesn’t slow down. He keeps going, forcing me up and down, grinding inside me, my thighs slapping against his.
 

The wet, sucking sound of our colliding sexes mixes with our heavy breathing. Colin pushes my cardigan off my shoulders and frees my heavy breasts from the confinements of my bra and my dress.
 

“Oh, I missed your gorgeous tits.” He gently bites one nipple and rolls the other between his long, slim fingers. His tongue twirls around the crest of my breast, and he sucks me, the sensation shooting straight down to my belly, and then to my eager pussy.
 

I can’t get enough of this man. He’s everything I want, everything I need. I’m helplessly in love, and I can’t even imagine what would have happen to me if I ever lost him. I push the suddenly invading thoughts of last night from my mind. Right now, I only want to think of how good Colin and I feel together.
 

“Now slow,” he instructs me, a small smile playing on his gorgeous lips.
 

I oblige, just to humor him, although I’m ready to utter some smart-mouthed remark. But I stop myself. There will be plenty time for wisecracking later. “Do you think the car’s rocking?”

“Probably, but there’s nobody around. Now, stop moving.” Colin lifts his thumb to his mouth, and, without taking his eyes off me, slowly and deliberately licks it. I shudder with pleasure. He reaches down between us, and I feel it on my clit. He rubs in gentle, measured circles, holding onto my hip with the other hand, preventing me from moving altogether.
 

“You are torturing me. I thought this was going to be just a quickie.”

He chuckles. “Ms. Davenport, this
is
just a quickie. But I enjoy tormenting you so much, that I can’t let you come just yet.”

“You’re killing me.”

Colin slowly shakes his head from side to side, one corner of his mouth lifting up in a sexy smile. “Nah. Think of this as an appetizer. The main course will be served at home. And let’s not forget about dessert.”

I inhale sharply, and Queen Vagina bows on the stage to the hurricane of applause. “Hmm. Mr. Hampton, this sounds to me like a night-long experience.”

“And I have something very special planned to enhance that experience.”

I smile and start moving up and down. I want another mind-blowing orgasm right now, and I want Colin to come too. “Tell me more.”

“It’s a surprise. But I promise your pussy will love it, especially when my cock is inside your butt, fucking you hard.” He kisses my nose, and then leisurely licks my upper lip. His hands circle my buttocks and squeeze them, urging me to start riding him faster.
 

I indulge him, and soon I’m slamming onto him, panting and biting my lip. I climax, and an agonizing rush of ecstasy overtakes my body. My sex is spasming, desperately wanting more. More! Seriously? How does he do that to me?
 

“Your turn. Come for me.” I pant, nuzzling his ear with my tongue. I pull back and look at him.
 

“As you wish.” With a wicked grin, Colin lifts me up, and I feel him sliding out of me almost completely. He pushes on my lower back with his hand, to make me arch in just the right angle for him. I open my thighs wider. The thick head of his penis, sleek with moisture, teases my clit, rubbing it up and down with merciless precision.
 

“Tell me more about that surprise.” I urge him, grasping his cock. I circle its head over my clit and dip it in and out of my cleft. The sensation makes me want to scream in pleasure.
 

He tsks a few times and grins at me. His cock stretches my opening and glides inside, deliciously filling me, rubbing against all the sensitive areas.
 

I moan and lick my upper lip. Colin catches my tongue with his lips and sucks on it. I open my mouth wider, and his tongue invades it, lusciously moving inside.
 

He forces me up and down, working his hips restlessly at the same time, straining to reach the deepest depths of me with his swollen cock. “I bought a cool vibrator, to make your pussy even more eager. We’ll test it tonight. Now come quick, so we can do this more comfortably in bed.”

That’s all it takes. My body obliges, and cascades of carnal indulgence wash over me in a prolonged, sweet agony. Colin whispers frenzied words of lust in my ear, breathing heavily and fast. And then he’s coming inside me in powerful spurts, his head thrown back, teeth clenched. I ride him hard, without stopping, slamming down onto him until he stills me with his strong hands. “You’re gonna make me hard again. Let’s save this for later.”

Reluctantly, I let him slide out of me. His mouth claims mine once more, teasing and promising more. “I love you,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against mine.
 

“I love you too, baby,” I whisper.
 

We are messy, wet, and our clothes are crumpled. But that doesn’t matter. It’s good to be together, so close and unrestricted, trusting each other and comfortable with being so vulnerable. The windows of my car are fogged up. I point that out, and Colin smiles.
 

“I can’t believe you talked me into having sex in the airport garage.” I shake my head.
 

“It didn’t take much to convince you.” Colin zips back his pants and lightly kisses my cheek.

I snort. “I’m not done with you.”

“I hope not.”

FIFTEEN

“Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.”

Woody Allen

Colin drives, while I call pizza delivery. By now the traffic is light. Every few moments, the other vehicles’ headlights slither over the inside of my car in a rushing arc of brightness. I try to decide how to tell Colin about Razor and the mafia. My suspicion is he’s not going to be happy.
 

“So yesterday…” I start and take a deep breath. I tell him all that happened, and I watch his expression change from pleased to confused to concerned to outraged.
 

“What were you thinking?” Oh, no. He’s pissed. “Putting yourself in such danger?”

“He was harmless—”

“You didn’t know that then.” Colin looks at me, frowning.
 

“Svetlana and her goons had my back. I was safe.”

“You just met that girl. How could you trust a complete stranger with keeping you safe? Clearly, this wasn’t your best decision.”

“Maybe not, but I had to get to the bottom of this. He was threatening you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“You should have called me—”

I interrupt him, “And do what? Have you worried? You would have left your work and jump on the next plane over. By the time you would’ve arrived in Seattle, many things could’ve happened anyway. It didn’t make sense to drag you into this mess.”

Colin rubs his face with his hand and exhales forcefully. “Natalie, never do such crazy shit again. Promise me!”