Wild Ride: A Bad Boy Romance (13 page)

“Hey,” he said,
somewhat surprised. “What are you doing.”

I put my finger
to my lips to signal him to be quiet. “Someone could come in,” I whispered.
“Keep quiet.”

“Someone could
come in? But…”

But Colton fell
silent. He looked on amazed as I reached up and unbuckled his thick belt.

Dexterously, I
unbuttoned his jeans. They were a little dirty. The dirt was probably from the
rodeo. But I didn’t mind. So what if Colton didn’t wash his clothes as much as
I did? He was a cowboy at heart, after all.

I pulled
Colton’s cock out from his underwear. It flopped out, long and already starting
to fill with blood.

It wasn’t
totally erect yet. Good, I thought to myself, he hadn’t gotten erect from
looking at those other young girls. But I would make his cock hard soon enough.
I was surprised in the moment by my own thoughts. They seemed much dirtier than
usual. But I couldn’t help it. This was who Colton was turning me into, and I
really didn’t mind at all. It was fun to feel this sense of freedom, to feel
somewhat dirty, to feel really sexual.

My lips
connected with Colton’s cock.

At first, I
just worked on the tip.

His cock soon
grew to its full size, pointing up at an angle.

Colton moaned
softly, but I waved my hand at him to be quiet.

The door hadn’t
opened, but I knew that someone could come in at any moment. That’s part of
what made it so much fun.

I worked my
lips down around his thick shaft. It felt truly wonderful in my mouth.

I slid my mouth
down along his cock, bobbing my head up and down. My hair was becoming undone
from the bun I had it in, but I didn’t care.

Colton reached
down with his strong hands and gripped the side of my head. If a guy in a one-night
stand had done that, I would have been enraged, and felt violated. But I loved
it when Colton did it. I loved having him hold my head like that.

The door swung
open. We both heard it.

Colton had been
bucking his strong hips slightly. He stopped, frozen in his position.

But I didn’t
care.

I kept sucking,
moving my mouth expertly along his cock. I used my tongue to swirl it along his
shaft.

The taste was
extraordinary…I got lost in it. For a moment, I completely forgot there was
someone else in the bathroom.

I heard the door
to the stall next to us swing open. I saw a woman’s feet down below the stall
wall.

Fortunately,
she didn’t seem to see us. But, honestly, I wouldn’t have cared if she did.

This was unique
for me…I was getting almost as much pleasure just giving pleasure to Colton
than I would have it he had been fucking me. Of course, it was a different type
of pleasure. But it was intense just the same.

Colton didn’t
last long.

He bucked his
hips, finally coming. He let out a moan…a moan that sounded unmistakably male.

The woman in
the next stall over didn’t say anything. She just quickly flushed the toilet
and left the bathroom.

I realized then
that even if Colton was the bad boy…that it was rubbing off on me…I was being
the bad girl just as much as he was the bad boy. He was slowly transforming
me…it wasn’t something he was consciously doing. It was just, as I said,
rubbing off on me. That’s the best way to explain it.

Colton’s cock
spasmed in my mouth.

His cum flooded
my mouth.

I loved the
taste of it. I had never liked the taste before, and had always avoided getting
it in my mouth, at almost all costs. But I surprised myself. I swallowed every
last drop of that delicious salty sperm…it tasted almost like oysters on the
half shell, in a weird way. Maybe his semen was different, and had a different
taste, or maybe it was…well, I had read that both semen and oysters contained significant
amounts of the mineral zinc. Supposedly, swallowing cum was actually healthy.

“Wow,”
whispered Colton. “I’m surprised at you, Katy.”

I just gave him
a wink as he buttoned his jeans back up. I helped him with his belt.

“Thanks for
meeting with me again so soon, Colton,” said Cambridge Whitehead.

“Of course,”
said Colton, not really knowing what to say. It was he, after all, who felt he
owed a thanks to Cambridge. But something about Cambridge’s demeanor made him
not say anything.

In contrast to
the fine dining restaurants they had met at before, this time they were just
sitting in a simple city park.

Cambridge was
puffing industriously on a very large Cuban cigar.

Colton sat next
to him on the park bench, with both feet on the ground. Cambridge had his legs
crossed at the thigh, looking quite stylish in a suit.

Cambridge spoke
in a low voice. The whole atmosphere reminded Colton of those Soviet era spy
movies, where spies would meet in public parks and do ‘dead drops,’ or conspire
behind newspapers, whispering secret code words to each other.

“So what’s the
plan?” said Colton. “You said you were ready to share the next step with me.”

Cambridge
smiled, but didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“Yes,” he
finally said. “And I believe you are ready. You know, I don’t take on just any
clients. I find that I choose my clients as much as they choose me. I did a
whole background check on you, Colton. You wouldn’t know what I know about
you.”

“Is that so?”
said Colton, fidgeting with his cowboy hat, and shifting his feet in his cowboy
boots.

“Nothing too
unseemly,” said Cambridge, with a grin. “But anyway, the point is that I know you’re
the man for the job, so to speak. I’m going to make you a lot of money, Colton.
And you’re going to make me a lot of money. It’s a mutually beneficial
relationship, right?”

Colton nodded.
He was wondering what would come next. This talk was all sounding a little
strange to him, if he was honest with himself.

“So here’s the
deal, Colton. First of all, when you hear celebrity news, and you’re trying to
be a celebrity remember. Anyway, when you hear celebrity news, what do you hear
about? Do you hear about their dogs, their jobs, their new movies, or their
marriages?”

“Their
marriages,” said Colton, slowly, not sure where Cambridge was headed with this
line of thought.

“Exactly,” said
Cambridge. “And you have to know that most of those marriages aren’t real. I
mean, really, what are the odds that two famous people are going to get married
to each other, when there are millions if not billions of other suitable, yet
non-famous people, for them to choose from?”

“I don’t know,”
said Colton. “I always figured they met on movie sets or something like that.”

“That’s true
for a small minority of the cases. But the vast majority are fixed marriages.
They are set up by people like me, Colton. Us top agents have an eye for the newspapers,
and eye and a sense of publicity. We know that we can increase the popularity
of a client just by setting them up with a new client, and staging a marriage.”

“So the
marriages aren’t real?” said Colton.

“Well,” said
Cambridge. “They’re real in the sense that they’re legal and everything. But
no, they’re not real. And usually the stars and celebrities go on dating
whoever they were dating before the fake arranged marriage. But the important thing
is that the couple is seen together, going out to dinner, walking the dog, that
sort of thing. Usually it’s necessary for them to live together.”

“And they just
live like roommates?” said Colton, astounded. He had never suspected that this
was the case with all the celebrity couples he had heard about. Although,
granted, Colton didn’t exactly follow celebrity news that closely. Sometimes he
merely happened to glance at a tabloid cover in the grocery store or something
like that. But he had to admit that what Cambridge was saying, no matter how
strange, had a certain ring of truth to it…it made sense in a way, since almost
all the celebrity news he could remember from the last decade was about some
famous couple getting married or getting divorced.

“Well, yes,”
said Cambridge. “They usually are supposed to be like that, celibate. And most
of them are dating other people at the time. But you’d be surprised how often
I’ve had to deal with one of these celebrity couples falling in love for real.
I guess close proximity and constant contact actually does often make love…”

“Wow,” said
Colton, not knowing what to say. After a pause, he said, “So why are you
telling me all this?”

“Really?
Colton? I never thought you were dumb, but I guess bull riding is more your
specialty. I’m telling you all this because this is exactly what we’re going to
do for you. We’ve arranged the woman already….your wife.”

“My what?”

“Your wife,
Colton. Come on now, think about it. You’re just starting your celebrity
career, really. There’s really nothing else you can do to get into the papers except
for marrying someone whose career has already taken off…someone whose career is
leaps and bounds ahead of yours. You’re going to get all her publicity…and
basically for free. I’ve worked out a very good deal with her agent. The whole
thing is already set up. All you have to do is sign the marriage license. In
these types of cases, we like to say that the marriage ceremony was a special
and private affair for only friends and family. That way, we don’t have to go
to all the trouble and expense of actually making a fake ceremony. You can imagine
how much of a pain that would be, can’t you?”

“I guess so…”
said Colton, not saying anything more for the moment. His head was spinning.
This all sounded so crazy, so intense, so over-the-top. He knew he couldn’t go
on riding bulls forever, but he had thought becoming a celebrity would have been
a lot simpler. He thought it was simply about getting the right agent and
appearing in some commercials here and there, maybe some sitcom guest appearances,
or something like that. He’d never in a million years thought he’d have to
‘fake’ marry someone else. And who knew who Cambridge would have picked? It
could have been someone awful, someone nasty…he had heard that celebrities were
a nasty bunch, mean and demeaning to the people around them.

What would Katy
think when he told her?

Shit, he had forgotten
about Katy. She would kill him.

She hadn’t
liked seeing those other women around him in the country bar. She sure as hell
wouldn’t like another woman being married to him.

But…

Colton couldn’t
ride bulls forever. He was always saying that, and it was true. Too damn true.

Colton needed
this. He needed to push his career forward. He needed to do whatever it would
take.

Katy would
understand.

He’d make her
understand. He’d explain everything to her.

“I’ll do it,”
said Colton.

Cambridge took
a big puff of his cigar and leaned back on the park bench and smiled.

I couldn’t believe
it.

Colton had just
come in and told me he was getting married.

I just couldn’t
believe it.

Tears started
pouring out of my eyes. They weren’t even welling up. They were simply
streaming down across my face, making the little make-up that I was wearing
smear terribly.

“How could
you?” I said in a soft but terrible sad voice.

“Listen, baby,”
said Colton, taking off his cowboy hat and placing it on his knee, revealing
the tousled hair that only made him look more rugged, more handsome. It only
made me want him more…his looks and little gestures. He was sitting next to me
on my couch in my apartment. He put his arm around me, trying to put his hand
on my shoulder, but I pulled away from him and kept my back well away from the
back of the couch.

It felt like
the world was crashing around me.

“Baby, it’s not
like that…listen, it’s not like I’m leaving you. I mean, we’ve only known each other
for a short time, but we’re in love. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be
with anyone else. No one else. You hear me, baby? No one else.”

I didn’t say
anything. I couldn’t say anything. I was sobbing. The words were all gone. I
didn’t have any words to say.

Colton began to
explain his meeting with Cambridge Whitehead. Right away, I hated this Cambridge
Whitehead man. He sounded absolutely horrible. And anyway, what kind of man
could come up with a plan like this…but then again, what kind of man could
accept a plan like this? I couldn’t believe that even with Cambridge’s
apparently superior powers of persuasion, he would be able to convince
Colton…my Colton, of a plan like this. It just sounded so fake, so
cold-hearted, so calculating…

Colton continued
explaining. He explained and explained, using a calm and soft voice.

By the end of
it, I felt a little better. I had to admit, it had sounded terrible at first
but Colton kept using phrases like “good for the both of us,” and he kept
describing that whatever sort of man Cambridge Whitehead was, he was certainly
very good at his job. Cambridge really knew how celebrity careers worked, and
knew how to manipulate them and launch them….and also destroy them. Colton was
sure that if he didn’t follow through with this plan of Cambridge’s, that
Colton’s career would be over.

“And Cambridge
wanted me to move to New York City, but I just couldn’t do it. He proposed the
plan a week ago or so, but I just couldn’t leave you. I didn’t want to tell you,
since I felt like it might sound like I was moving too fast in committing to
you…but…”

“You didn’t
move because of me?” I said, choking back some tears, and finally managing to
speak.

Colton nodded.
“That’s right, baby. I did it just for you. I mean, New York City would have
been a good move for my career as a celebrity and everything, but I just
couldn’t do it.”

I nodded. “I
did the same thing,” I said, the tears finally starting to slow down. But my
face was still covered with tears. “I was supposed to move to Napa
Valley…apparently the wedding planning business is a lot better up there, you
know. Apparently people are making a lot more money. But I didn’t want to do it
we had just…connected, you know.”

“You mean
fallen in love?” said Colton.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Wow,” said
Colton. “It makes me so happy to hear you did that for me…although I hate to
think the business you lost…but I’m so happy to have you here with me, baby.
You have to remember this whole marriage thing is just a sham…and Cambridge
says we’re going to get divorced within a month…”

“A month?” I
said… It was sounding better and better. I supposed that for a guy like Colton,
I could deal with him having a fake marriage for just a month to another
woman.”

“Just a month,
baby, and then you’re all mine.”

“And it’s all
fake?” I said. “You’re not going to kiss her or have sex with her or anything.”

“None of that,”
said Colton. “The whole thing is fake. We’ll just have to be seen in public
holding hands or something like that.”

“And the
wedding?” I said. “When is that going to be?”

“I guess Cambridge
said we’re going to act like it already happened, and that it was a private
affair. He said he didn’t want to go to all the trouble of arranging a fake marriage.
I suppose it’s not worth it for a month-long fake marriage.”

“But don’t you
think it would be better for your career if it were a real marriage ceremony?
That way the photographers could get pictures of you in your wedding suit and
all that…I suppose you’ll want to wear a western suit with a bolo tie and a cowboy
hat and all that.”

“I suppose that
might be better yeah,” said Colton. “Why are you asking? It sounds like you’re
OK with the plan now?”

“The plan definitely
isn’t my favorite,” I said. “I hate the idea of seeing you with another woman,
even if it’s fake and all that. But I know you have to think about your career.
It’s been hard seeing you recover from your injuries…I know that it hurts you a
lot more than you let on…mostly for my benefit. And I just want to see the best
for you.”

Colton smiled
at me. It was a deep and radiant smile, one that seemed to penetrate me to my
soul.

“And if you’re
going to go ahead and do the plan,” I continued. “I want to be involved. I want
to help as much as possible, as much as I don’t like it. And the way I can help
is by giving you a real wedding. After all, I’m a professional. It’s what I’ve
been doing for years, designing these weddings. Plus, I know all about
celebrity weddings. I don’t like them myself that much personally…just my
personal taste. But it’s been part of my job to study up on all the celebrity
weddings. Sometimes, for instance, a client will want the same kind of wedding
that someone else had…”

“Wow,” said Colton.
“You’d really do that for me, baby? Set up the wedding and everything?”

I held my
breath for a moment, not saying anything. I felt torn on the decision. I felt a
lot of pain in doing it. But I also wanted to help Colton. I wanted only the
best for him, and I was willing to make this personal sacrifice for him.

“Yes,” I said.
“Of course, baby.”

“That’s great,”
said Colton. “Let me call Cambridge right now and let him know.”

I waited and
watched as Colton picked up his cell phone to call Cambridge.

“Sounds great,”
I heard Colton saying into the line.

He hung up the
phone, his face shining with excitement. Cambridge says he didn’t want to do it
because of the expense…but he said that if there’s already a wedding planner
involved, then it will be much, much better to have a wedding than to not have
one.

“Great,” I
said, trying to fake the same excitement that I saw Colton showing. Inside, though,
I was tearing up…it already felt painful. I didn’t want to think about the
actual marriage ceremony…as the wedding planner, I would be obligated to be
there. Hell, I might even have to give interviews to the press…I would have to
watch Colton walk down the aisle with this woman. “I’m excited for you,” I
said. “I really am.” Of course, I was lying. Lying right through my teeth, and
I felt bad about it…guilty. “But I have to ask, Colton. Who’s the lucky woman?”

“Some young
country singer named Sheila Tucker. Supposedly she’s already very famous, and
her agent was looking to set her up with another country singer…but a rodeo
star is actually supposedly more exciting for the press…all the action and
injuries and all that.”

“Hmm,” I said.
“Sheila Tucker, never heard of her.”

“Me neither,”
said Colton, shrugging his shoulders.