Winter In August (12 page)

“Is this normal behavior for you? Do you pick out random women and use connections to find them? I’m starting to wonder if you may be crazy.”

“No, I’m not crazy, but you could certainly make me that way, fast. Move the phone down farther. I want to see what you sleep in.”

“Are you drunk?” I ignored his request.

He laughed. “No, I don’t get drunk. Not good for business. I can’t stop thinking about you and wanting you. Your skin was satin under my fingertips the other night when I touched you. I need to get to sleep, and if I don’t come with you tonight, I won’t sleep. I have a company to run, Gabby, and if I don’t get to sleep, I might lose millions.”

“Wow, I’m one powerful woman.”

“You have no idea,” he sighed.

“It’s late, Colt.”

“Do you have a vibrator?” He ignored me.

“What? That’s none of your business.” The balls on this guy were incredible.

“Answer me, Gabby.”

I hesitated. “Yes, I do.”

“Have you used it yet, tonight?”

“Again, that’s none of your business.”

“Answer the question, Gabby.”

“No.” Wow. What was wrong with me? If this was any other guy, I would have hung up by now. There was something about his forcefulness that was turning me on.

“Get your vibrator out.”

“Colt, I don’t take orders from strange, disturbed men.”

“Go get it, Gabby. I’m going to help you come with me. You need a release. Besides, you would have hung up by now if you weren’t interested.” He had a point.

“You don’t know what I need.”

“You need to come like I do.”

I reached over and grabbed my favorite vibrator out of the nightstand drawer.

I lifted it up to the phone so he could see.

He laughed. “That’s a big one. Are your panties on?” Colts voice sounded strained and husky.

“Yes.”

“Take them off and let me watch.”

I removed my lace thong as instructed.

“Okay. It’s off.”

“I wanted to watch.”

“That’s too hard to do while I’m on a phone.”

“Are you wearing a bra?”

“No, a t-shirt.”

“Take your shirt off, too. I want to know you are completely naked.”

“Hold on.” I put the phone on the bed to take off my t-shirt. This was strange but hot. I pulled the blankets up to cover my bare breasts.

“Okay. Are you naked, Colt? Let me see.”

“Yes, I am. You can see when I can see. Are your nipples hard?”

“They’re getting there.” I was so turned on; I didn’t think I would last long enough to use a vibrator.

“Lick your fingers, baby, and touch your nipples. I want to imagine how big and hard they are while I suck and kiss them.”

The desire to touch myself took over. I closed my eyes and touched my nipples with the tips of my fingers. I caught myself smiling as my hand moved over my tingling skin. Sweat broke out on my body. The thrill built inside me as I enjoyed my own touch.

I moaned. I had very sensitive nipples and touching them while talking to Colt was bringing me close to the edge.

“Oh, God Gabby. Let me see your nipples. Hold your phone out farther,” Colt moaned. I could see his hand moving in the camera.

I was so hot, I pulled the blankets down and let him get a glimpse of my naked body to my waist.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect. Touch your pussy, Gabby, and tell me if you’re wet.” I let my hand move down my chest, past my flat stomach, and between my legs. I was waxed and soft and yes, so wet. I let my fingers explore my sex as I arched my back and let myself be taken by this man’s instructions.

“Are you getting wetter?”

“Yes, Colt.”

“Jesus Gabby. I’m wet too. My cock is wet at the tip.”

“Let me see your cock, Colt.” He pushed the phone down. His hand was stroking his thick shaft slowly. He was looking at the camera as if he was watching me while he was doing this. It was one of the hottest things I have encountered. The head of his cock would disappear in his hand with each stroke making my sex throb. Watching him pleasure himself was a turn on like no other. I couldn’t help but imagine how good he would feel inside me.

“Gabby, are you with me?”

“I am. I need to use my vibrator Colt. I’m going to… come.”

“Not yet. Are your legs spread?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like to tease yourself, Gabby? Do you like to touch yourself?” His voice trembled as his hand kept moving up and down his cock.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Touch your clit. Close your eyes. My tongue is licking your sweet pussy so slick and swollen, Gabby. The tip of my tongue is swirling around your clit over and over. My tongue is inside you, and my face is wet from you. Can you feel my tongue baby?”

“Yes, Oh God.” I was taken by the moment. My finger found my clit swollen and pulsing. Every muscle was tightened and strained. My thumb caressed my clit, I closed my eyes and pictured what he said.

“That’s it, baby.”

“I’m so close.”

“Put the phone by your pussy, Gabby. I want to hear how wet you are.” I did what he requested and he groaned.

“Let me turn on my vibrator, Colt.”

“Not yet. We’re going to come together. Christ, your pussy is perfect.”

I was so tense, my legs shook and my head started to hurt. I needed to come. This was an exquisite sensual torture I enjoyed. The thunder built inside me as the blood rushed to my head making me dizzy.

“Colt, please.”

“Not yet Gabby. Soon, I’m close.”

I moaned and headed to the point of no return.

“Turn on your vibrator Gabby and rub your nipples.” Breathlessly, I switched the vibrator on and touched my nipples. The burn inside me rose up my body.

“Gabby put it on your clit. Come with me now.” He moaned. I put the phone lower and the vibrator went between my legs on my clit. It felt so good, and knowing Colt was coming too, sent me over the edge in a very loud orgasmic sob. As I came, he did the same, and I noticed his cock spewing on the phone all over his hand. It took a few seconds for me to get myself together. I pulled up the covers and I looked at Colt. He had a smile on his face and moved the camera so I couldn’t see him cleaning up.

“Now I will be able to sleep and so will you. I want to see you, not on a camera,” he whispered, a little out of breath.

“I’m a little preoccupied right now.” I shook trying to come down from a gasping orgasm.

“Talk to me. What’s bothering you?”

“It’s fine. It’s personal things I need to deal with. I might call you sometime.” I was not talking to a perfect stranger I just had phone sex with, about my mental health, family issues, or my mom’s gay lover.

“There’s no might, you will go out with me.”

“Christ, You’re too pushy.”

“I am when I want something. I want you and I’ll have you. Thank you for the call. Sleep tight, gorgeous.” Colt ended the call and the screen went blank. I looked at the screen. No goodbye, just gone. My body was relaxed, and surprisingly I slept well.

Chapter 11

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rainy afternoon I picked up the phone, flopped on the couch, and had a long talk with my dad. He was still stunned about my mom. We had both wanted to talk about it, and I needed to hear more of his side of the story. He was so busy trying to make the electrical company successful, that he never knew any of it was going on. He thought if anything, she left him for another man, not a woman. He did remember my mom on the phone whispering often and screaming and crying afterward. He seemed to be okay with the news and didn’t say much, almost relieved in a way he wasn’t left for another man. Knowing why my mom left us helped him put her behind him as he moved forward in his life. We promised to stay in touch more often, and he said he would be out soon with Bonnie.

Still reeling from the news I received in Ohio and New Jersey, I needed to go out and do something out of the norm.

The dark cloud enveloping me was beginning to lighten ever so slowly. I took my medication every day and kept busy with work and working out. I wanted to talk to Harper, but she was somewhere in the Middle East, and several more weeks till I could talk to her.

Sven invited me to a party at an art gallery in the city. They were featuring an artist Sven recently slept with, and he wanted to see his work. I thought getting out for the evening would do me some good. Sven promised me an extra day off if I went.

The art gallery party was an elegant affair, Sven told me. I needed a gown, so I did what I always did. I went shopping in Harpers closet and found the perfect red dress. The dress hung in plastic and Harper had worn it once for a dinner she went to in Washington D.C. I don’t know what possessed her to buy it, the dress was not her style. I knew she wouldn’t mind if I borrowed it. That was if my big butt could slide in. Surprisingly, the dress fit perfectly and was cut so low, I almost considered changing. What the hell? I might as well flaunt my body while I could.

I looked pretty hot and ready to go out and have a good time. I took a cab to the art gallery, and Sven met me in the lobby. The place was wall to wall people, and I recognized several women from the salon. I grabbed a flute of champagne from the bar and mingled while Sven found something interesting to keep him busy. A sculpture resembling an eagle, and a dog meshed into one had a group of people standing around in awe. The artist was apparently standing next to this hideous piece of crap and talking about what inspired him to create such an odd piece of garbage. I wasn’t impressed. Hell, anyone could make this crap up, but I tried to be open minded and act interested.

The crowd cleared out and moved to the next sculptor. I glanced around and standing by the staircase near the bar was none other than, Colt Andrews. I thought about turning and walking in the other direction, but my eyes were glued to him. Raking his hand through his hair, he gave me a ghost of a smile. His eyes caressed me from my breasts to my legs, and he raised an eyebrow at me. I gasped, and forced myself to ignore him.

Ignoring him was not an option. He confidently strolled up to me with a gleam in his eye. I smiled, waved, and turned my head. I tried to not show any interest since I hadn’t heard from him. I had no plans on playing games with this guy.

“Gabby Barone,” he yelled.
I rolled my eyes and had to turn around and acknowledge him.

“I’m so glad to see you? You seem as thrilled as I do being here.” I laughed, and our eyes locked onto each other. He looked like he was exhausted by the black circles under his eyes.

“Colt, hi. How have you been?” I tried to sound cool and not let him think I was expecting him to call after our Facetime party.

“I’ve been in Alaska on business. I was in the middle of nowhere freezing my ass off, and I came down with a severe case of bronchitis. Needless to say, I look like hell. Why did you miss me?”

I huffed nervously. “Not hardly. What are you doing here? You should be home resting or whatever it is you do.”

“Someone mentioned you were going to be here tonight, and I thought this was the perfect place to be. I literally landed the plane three hours ago.” He coughed.

“I’m glad to see you survived. How did you hear I was going to be here?” Why was I having thoughts of nursing him back to health? The poor thing needed a sponge bath and me feeding him chicken noodle soup naked. I shook the erotic thoughts from my mind.

“When I landed, I stopped at your house, you weren’t there, and I stopped at the salon and spoke to Sven. He told me you were coming here tonight with him. Funny how we ended up in the same place.”

I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Not only could he make a pair of worn out jeans a piece of art, but he was doing damage in a black tux as well. I wasn’t the only one admiring him, a blonde at the bar obviously had her eyes on him as she ordered a dirty martini. Immediately after spotting me talking to him, she made her way over to Colt and laced her arm into his.

“I’m.” I started to say but was interrupted.

“Sorry I took so long, darling,” she hissed, looking at me with a cold stare. The blonde was typical and cookie cutter type with the spray tan and hair extensions. She looked like most of my customers. Everyone wanted to be blonde, and everyone wanted long hair. Her extensions were obvious a mile away.

“Marlene, this is Gabby Barone. We met through a mutual friend a while back. Gabby this is Marlene St John. She owns this art gallery.” Colt’s eyes darted between the two of us. Was this his girlfriend? A date? I wasn’t into this whole scene. In fact, I was confused why he would be looking for me and there with a date.

“It’s nice to meet you, Marlene,” I said, forcing a smile and extending my hand.

Marlene rolled her eyes and looked me over, refusing to shake my hand. What a bitch. This woman continued to glare at me. If I was drinking more, she would be picking up her blond extensions off the ground. She looked at Colt sweetly.

“Come on, sweetheart. I want to show you my favorite piece, and you can show me your piece,” Marlene said, as she turned and narrowed her eyes at me. Colt laughed nervously.