Chapter 5
Five
RIVER
When I was getting ready to come out tonight, I did not expect to bump into Colt, but damn it is a welcoming sight to see.
That man is sex on a stick, or a motorcycle.
The first time I saw him, he was riding down Main Street on his bike, waving to a few people. His strong arms gripped the handlebars, and his T-shirt did almost nothing to contain his biceps.
I went straight home and jerked my dick, thinking of the nameless biker.
Then I got my introduction when he brought his mom Helen into my salon, and gave her a full package deal for her birthday. My crush has been full blown since then, not that anything will happen.
A man who loves his mom like he loves Helen, but is also huge on family, is perfect in my eyes. Mine were shit, but my chosen-family are the best.
There is always a chance that he will be at Sidelines, but there have been times when I have gone in for a drink, he has not been there, and I traipsed home disappointed that I did not get to see him.
I spot him as soon as we walk in, but I hold my head up high. Smiling widely, I walk straight to the bar and order drinks for me and my girls.
When Clyde sees me, he comes my way within seconds, a big sexy smile on his lips. We have hooked up in the past, but it never went further than two men getting off with some good sex and no expectations.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the man who can suck cock like a Hoover with a smile on his face.” He winks, and I burst out laughing, throwing my head back.
I can feel a heated stare at my back, but I do not look his way yet. I know that I will eventually because I have to have my Colt fix.
“Oh, you tease me.”
“What can I get you, sexy?” Hoping it will elicit a reaction from Colt, I lean in further, and so does Clyde as I give him my order.
“I will take a Jingle Juice please.” I look to my girls, and they order.
“Um, River, do not look yet, but you have hot eyes on you from across the room,” Lynne whispers next to me.
Giving her a wink, I look over my shoulder, my gaze connecting with Colt’s immediately. He does not hide the fact that he is watching me and it makes my body go hot all over. My balls tingle at the look in his eyes, even from across the room.
Yeah, this man wants me.
“I said not to look,” Lynne mutters, but it makes me smile wider.
They know how I feel about him; they know that I have tried to get his attention, as I have told them many times when we have drunken girls’ nights in.
“Be back,” I inform them, collecting my drink off the bar, and go over to him.
His stare holds me hostage, refusing to let me go and hell, he can kidnap me any time. Whisk me away and do very dirty and naughty things to me. I offer myself as tribute.
As I approach, Colt’s gaze follows my every move, dark and possessive, and I swear I can feel his hunger down to my bones. I wish he would cave and give us what we both want.
A chair screeching across the floor sounds, before pain hits my hip and I jolt. Turning to see a man spinning around to face me, he goes to open his mouth, but heat is at my side.
When I finally reach him, his lips curve in that knowing way, a silent promise of all the things he intends to do.
The world blurs for a moment—there’s only Colt, only the heat simmering between us.
Every fantasy flares to life in my imagination, but I force myself to focus on the now, on the tension that crackles in the air and the invitation written in his eyes.
He leans in, his voice a low murmur for my ears alone, and the promise in it sends shivers down my spine. For a fleeting second, I wonder if he can see everything I’m thinking—if he knows how badly I want to be his tonight.
“Be fucking careful,” Colt growls, and I swear I feel it to my very soul, making me shiver.
The man stands, muttering his apology.
“Are you okay? You should be more careful where you are walking. Fuck, I bet your hip will bruise.” Colt looks me in the eyes, his concern making me turn to goo.
Something passes between us, but then he takes a step back and my heart stutters. This is the same old song and dance between the pair of us. Shaking it off, I plaster a smile on my face.
“Now that was hot as fuck, Colt, baby, but I am perfectly okay.” I saunter around him, joining his brothers, who are all watching this unfold before them.
They know the deal and often tease Colt about not making a move on me. Hell, they even tell me that he is a fool, but I will not be with a man by force or coercion. I have too much self-respect for me to allow that.
The four of them grin and smirk as I join them at the pool table.
“Well, if it isn’t the Woods boys, who like to give wood.” I wink, and they chuckle.
All of them are such good men; they are loyal and protective.
“Oh, River honey, there is nothing boy about the wood we give.” Cormac bounces his eyebrows at me, making me chuckle, and waving him off, I saddle up to Ridley.
“How is that young man of yours?”
At the mention of Ridley’s son Ty, his eyes brighten.
“He is good, River. Thanks for asking.”
“That is good. I bet he is excited for Christmas.”
“Oh, he is, but my bank fucking hates me.” He laughs.
Kids are so fucking expensive. I love Lanie, but damn, the things teenagers need right now is crazy. Talk about trends coming and then going as quickly as they arrived.
“He is a good kid, so he deserves it,” he says.
“River, looking as dashing as ever.” This comes from Cormac, who looks over my shoulder, where I know Colt is standing.
He does not touch me, but I can feel him close. It will take a fucking miracle for him to touch me for pleasure or simply because he wants to.
“Why thank you, baby Woods.”
Cormac groans at my nickname for him, making me giggle. A growl comes from behind me, and I look over my shoulder at the man making the deep sexy sounds that are like a lightning bolt to my balls.
“If you are going to growl all sexy like, Colt, you could at least buy me dinner first.”
His brothers laugh, not bothering to hide their amusement.
“River,” he says my name like a warning, but all I hear is the sexy tone I bet he would make when he comes.
“Yes, Sir.” Heat floods his eyes, and he steps closer.
“You are fucking trouble, you know that? One day, River, a man will teach you to show some respect before a spanking is in order.”
Pushing down a flash of disappointment from him saying that ‘a man’ would give me a spanking and not him, I inch forward, and everything around us fades into the background. My voice drops, showing my arousal from being this close to him, breathing in his woodsy scent mixed with pine.
“Did anyone ever tell you that you have the whole Daddy vibe going on?”
His nostrils flare, while his eyes dilate, showing how turned on he is and fuck me, my cock thickens in my pants.
Is he a Daddy Dom? Please say yes. Fucking hell, it is like he was made for me.
I have always liked to be dominated in bed, but also the thought of someone taking care of me, wanting to give me pleasure before they get theirs, showing their love for me, makes me hot all over.
Before he can say anything, I step away and cool my jets because damn, I am all hot and flustered and now is not the time or place to get bent over and be spanked, especially when his brothers are here.
Also, I like to play hard to get sometimes; making a man work for it will do wonders for when he catches you.