Chapter Fourteen
S eneca couldn’t take her eyes off Colton. It wasn’t just that he was fine. And as sure as the sun would rise hot and high in the sky, he was a beautiful man. Tall, built, strong, and he knew how to fuck her until she lost the will to do anything but let him have his way with her.
Pretty and he gives good dick, this motherfucker is trouble.
Yeah, that’s what her brain kept telling her. But the way his bulging cock felt pressed against the lips of her pussy was enough for her to forget all about how off-limits this man should be.
Why am I like this?
Because the dick is good?
For damn sure she couldn’t lie about that. But it didn’t mean she had to act so damn thirsty. She could have a little bit of self-respect and at least stick to her word about not letting him anywhere near her heart.
But when she looked down into his ice-blue gaze, she couldn’t seem to find the strength to be an adult and protect her own best interests.
Fuck it, it’s not like you haven’t been trying to get into his pants since he showed up on your doorstep this afternoon. Might as well gon’ and get what you want now.
She leaned in, pressing her forehead to his. “Please tell me you have condoms with you. Otherwise, we’re gonna have to walk all the way back to the truck to get my purse.”
He chuckled, as he palmed her ass and pulled her tighter against his length. “I got it covered.”
“You better.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond. She’d been waiting for what felt like an eternity to feel him inside of her. Last night she’d been too raw emotionally. She’d just wanted to be held.
That was your first goddamn mistake. Not getting a piece while his sexy ass was lying in your bed.
It was true. But as his hands slid under the soft material of her dress, she had every intention of rectifying her mistake. Nothing would satisfy her until she had him buried inside her.
“All right then, cowboy.” She snaked her arms around his neck, lifting herself slightly on her knees. “We gonna be out here all day or you plan to keep your promise about feeding me your cock?”
A deep feral groan slipped past his lips. “God your mouth is so fucking filthy.”
“Yeah, but you love it.”
His gaze bored into her, intense with no reprieve and no place to hide as he peered up at her.
“You’re abso-fucking-lutely right.”
If she were a smart woman, she’d be afraid.
The heat of his scrutiny would make her turn away.
She’d see this as the warning it was and get as far away from him as possible.
But as she leaned in, pressing herself against him, she realized one thing.
Despite what all of her degrees and GPAs said, smart didn’t have shit to do with what she was beginning to feel— stop lying, you know you’ve always felt this —for Colton Adams.
A spark of excitement lit inside her like a struck match. A shiver of fiery need coiled the length of her spine before spreading to every nerve ending she possessed, scorching her from the inside out.
She bathed in his heated stare and watched his mouth like a starving person waiting for a steak. And when she was about to finally get that delicious mouth on hers a shrill sound disrupted their connection. Like an uninvited crowbar shoved between them, the annoying sound broke the spell.
“Give me a moment, darlin’.” He winked at her as he reached in his back pocket to retrieve his phone. “This might be important.”
Important? Bullshit. Nothing could be more important than her letting his mouth ravage hers.
Despite her pouting bottom lip and the death glare she had lasered on him, he put the phone to his ear, smiling at her as he spoke. “Hey, what’s up?”
How dare he be so fucking casual and unbothered on the damn phone while I sit here aching for him to touch me.
“Yeah, she’s right here. All right, I’ll make sure she gets the message.”
He ended the call. The moment he shoved the offending device back in his pocket, her excitement began to build again. She tried to wrap her arms around his neck and bring his mouth to hers, but he grabbed her hands and held them to his chest instead.
“Aja says a package just arrived for you.”
Talk about whiplash. The casual evenness of his tone was like a bucket of cold water on her burning skin. “So, I’ll get it later when I’m done with you.”
“Done with me? Darlin’, you’ll never be done with me if I have anything to say about it.”
She chuckled. The naughty spark in his eye coupled with the way he tucked his full bottom lip between his teeth was so damn sexy. “If you really feel that way, help a sistah out of these clothes so we can put that theory to the test.”
He placed a chaste kiss on her lips, making her ache for something deeper, hotter, dirtier.
“Aja says it looks important. Let’s just swing by the main house, pick it up, and then we can continue this back at your place.”
“Or,” she countered, dropping a long noticeable pause before her next intake of breath. “We take care of each other really quickly and then go pick up my package.”
“It’s from your mother.”
Her shoulders dropped as a defeated breath slid past her lips. The mention of her mother when she was trying to climb this fine man’s cock as if he were the tree they were leaning against was an instant lady-boner killer.
“Using my mother to turn me off is real fucked up, Colton.”
He shrugged as a taunting smile curled his lips into a devilish grin.
“True,” he responded. “But it worked, didn’t it?”
She huffed. “Yeah, it did.”
He chuckled again. This time, it was full and robust and delightful and even though it was at her expense, she couldn’t help but join in.
“Come on.” He pushed off the tree, pulling her into his side and stepped forward. “Let’s go clean up and see what this special delivery is, so we can take off and return to our special brand of fun.”
He tightened his grip on her waist and she sighed. Mama, you better be lucky I love you. Otherwise, I’d be real mad at your ability to cockblock from four states over.
*
Seneca followed Colton up the steps and through the back door of the main house, stomping like a petulant child.
She didn’t care, she wanted everyone in her path to know she wasn’t pleased about their picnic shenanigans being ruined.
It was her birthday, after all. If there were any day she should be allowed to ride a cowboy in the wild, it should be this day.
Between waking up to an empty bed and the special delivery from her mama, she was most certainly not as happy or satisfied as she should be on her thirty-fifth birthday.
Determined to get this over quickly, she rushed into the kitchen, her gaze sweeping the empty counter and tabletops, looking for her package.
“Aja, where are you hiding my mama’s package? I’m kind of in a hurry.”
When Aja didn’t respond and the house remained eerily silent, Seneca took off for the great room while still calling out for her boss.
“Aja, stop playing. Where is it? I was kinda busy doing—”
“Busy doing what?”
The rich voice with the familiar Southern twang stopped her right in her tracks as she turned the corner to enter the great room. Standing there with her hands on her hips and a wide grin on her face was the sweetest sight Seneca could’ve hoped for: her mother in the flesh.
“Mama?”
Surrounded by a small group of people who were loudly yelling “surprise” was Seneca’s mother. She spread her arms open and beckoned her daughter to come to her.
“There’s my pretty baby.”
Her irritation forgotten, Seneca ran to her mother, wrapping her arms tightly around her neck and holding her breath until she felt her mother’s familiar embrace envelop her.
“Ma… ma…” The word came out on a long wail as a fountain of tears sprang up, blurring her vision.
She tried to speak, but whatever she wanted to say became lodged in her throat.
She trembled with love, relief, happiness, and so much more her brain couldn’t process while her mother rubbed her back and told her, “Sssshhhh, baby. I’m right here. Mama’s got you.”
Seneca stood in the middle of that room letting her mother rock her like a small child, not caring who saw. The thing she’d wanted most had come true and she would cry all over her mama like the big baby she was until her tear ducts ran dry.
A few more long moments passed, and she was finally able to compose herself enough that she could pull away from her mother and whisper, “How?”
Her mother swiped her thumbs across Seneca’s wet cheeks, kissing each one when she was done. She tipped her chin forward and smiled. “A few weeks ago, I got a call inviting me out to surprise you for your birthday.”
Seneca scanned the room for Brooklyn and found her standing next to Aja shaking her head. “Boss, you did this?”
Aja raised her hands in the air. “Not me.”
Seneca turned around to find Colton standing in the doorway looking directly at her. “You? But how?”
He stepped over to where she and her mother stood, bending down to place a friendly kiss on the ball of her mother’s cheek. “Hey, Ms. Deena. Thanks again for coming out.” His greeting followed by a sweet smile and a conspiratorial wink between them indicated this wasn’t their first meeting.
“I knew your birthday was coming up and I’d planned to spend it with you.
So, I asked Aja what a good gift would be to get you.
She told me your mom. So, I called her up, and after she verified my identity with Aja, she agreed to let me send her a ticket and bring her out here.
When Aja discovered Ms. Deena was coming, she decided it was a great excuse for a surprise party. ”
Seneca stood in awe of the two people standing on either side of her, still attempting to process what was going on.
“So Mama was the package you went to pick up this morning?”
He nodded. “I thought it would be best if Aja or Brooklyn picked her up since they knew her. I was supposed to keep you distracted while all the preparations were put in place. But Aja had a minor confectionary emergency this morning, which meant I had to pick her up instead.”
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. This man, in true Colton fashion, had found a way to give her exactly what she needed.
“I hope I didn’t overstep, Sen.” Worry began to carve lines in his brow. “I just thought since you couldn’t travel to Georgia right now, you wouldn’t mind me bringing your—”
She didn’t let him finish. She grabbed his collar with both hands, pulling his mouth to hers in a searing kiss.
She didn’t care who was watching or what they thought.
There were no words to express what having her mother at her side meant to Seneca.
And with her heart so full it threatened to burst in her chest, the only alternative to kissing him breathless in a room full of people was falling into another bout of tears.
“Well, if you’re handing out kisses”—Storm’s voice broke the spell—“I did most of the heavy lifting for this here shindig. Don’t I deserve one too?”
He rubbed his hands together and stepped in their direction.
“I’d tell you what you deserve, but we’re in polite company,” Seneca replied. “You betta get.”
The room erupted into laughter, then Aja called everyone’s attention, asking them to file into the dining room where the food was set up. Her mother gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and patted Colton on his arm while she brought up the rear, leaving the two of them alone.
“You can tell me if I was out of line for this.”
“Cowboy, for once, you weren’t.”
“For once? What’s that supposed to mean?”
She pointed a finger at him as she walked toward the doorway. “You’re ahead. This would be a good time to quit.”
“I’m never quitting where you’re concerned, Sen.”
She stopped, trying to keep the tremors rumbling through her body from making the wide grin on her lips waver.
“Colton, for the first time, I’m starting to think that might not be such a bad thing.”