22. Lyric
Chapter 22
Lyric
“ Y ou look gorgeous,” Colt purrs, all smiles with a cocky glint in his eyes. He presses his forehead against mine and takes air from my lungs with every inhale into his.
“You already said that,” I remind him again, yet it doesn’t stop the butterflies in my stomach or the way my heart sings for him from his praise. I took extra care for our date tonight, making sure my legs were silky smooth under the blue summer dress I wore, the one that happens to be the same shade as the Forget Me Not flowers he gifted me. I left my hair down in big curls that I know he appreciates. Our height difference allows me to wear my favorite pair of wedge sandals too. I feel good, sexy, and free to hold on to the man I am obsessed with while he parades me around town.
Colt was not pulling punches when he promised me a date. We eat out at a local bistro that is small enough to make the space cozy and romantic at the same time, but large enough that our conversation is still private and we aren’t smashed next to a neighboring table. And after, Colt brings me to a pub that also has bowling, arcade games, bumper cars and rows of pool tables on one side of the establishment, and on the other end there is a dance floor with a DJ. I did not know this place existed until tonight.
I haven’t laughed this hard in years as Colt and I try a little of everything and drink a few pitchers of beer. It seems like Colt is well-known by the locals, and the bartender and he explained that it’s because of the mechanical work he does with the club. He introduces me to everyone as his girl or his girlfriend. At first, I am thrown, not sure how to respond, but the more it happens, the more I have to admit to myself that I don’t mind. I like it even.
Colt takes my hand and spins me in a circle on the dance floor to Ed Sheeran’s “Photograph” before pulling my body back to his. We sway on the floor, like we’ve been doing this dance our whole lives, and I wonder again at how well I fit against him. He might say I’m gorgeous tonight, but Colt is the most beautiful man I’ve ever met. His black button-up shirt is tight and fits him perfectly, contrasting with the rich brown of his eyes and hair. This is the first time I’ve seen him wearing dark jeans without holes or grease stains since staying with him and they look like sin on him. A blush creeps up my cheeks when our eyes meet.
“Baby, I need to tell you something,” he whispers near my ear, and for some reason my body tenses. “Don’t worry, I just need you to know, okay? Keep smiling.”
I let my frown go and smile, holding him tighter. “Tonight has been the best night of my life, Lyric. This, with you, is everything. I want you always. I do not want to lie to you. You said you trusted me earlier, did you mean that?”
I nod and rest my head on his chest. “Yes.”
“ In a few more songs, I’m going to look inebriated, and start acting ridiculously drunk. When anyone offers to call us a cab, or take us home, you take it. Act the part of us both being too buzzed to drive. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I’m shaking and I feel like I want to cry, but I nod my head again anyway. “Okay.”
“That's my good girl,” Colt murmurs and kisses the side of my head.
We dance a few more songs, and Colt finishes up his bottle of beer. I see the way his eyes start to get distant and half-mast. He lets his body become heavier, less coordinated. Other guys and him are high-fiving each other and acting ridiculous. I act my part and roll my eyes with some of the other annoyed girlfriends or wives before announcing loud enough that we need to leave.
“Awww, the wifey is making me leave,” Colt complains with a grin, and if I didn’t know better, I would think he was frat-boy wasted right now. Only I know he isn’t even close to being drunk and that this is for show. There’s a chorus of whooping and booing all at the same time, but just like Colt predicted, there are offers to get us a ride back.
“Thanks, we’d appreciate it,” I tell one of the guys, and he helps Colt order a ride on his phone. Within twenty minutes, a car pulls up out front, and we finally make our exit.
The entire drive back to the house, I’m giving directions and fidgeting in my seat. Colt is slumped in the seat with his head back on the headrest, snoring. I’m so confused and slightly irritated that I’m missing something, and that our date night wasn’t just that, but I keep my mouth shut while we’re in a car with a stranger. Colt hasn’t let go of my hand the entire time and his grip is pinching my knuckles together.
We get to the house and the driver looks back at me in the mirror. “Do you need help with him?”
I glance at Colt and he squeezes my fingers. “I think we should be okay.”
“Alright.” He nods, but he looks hesitant.
I push open the door and tug Colt out with me. He stumbles from the car and wraps his arm around my shoulder. I slip mine around his back, looking like I’m holding him up while we hobble to the door. The car turns around and drives away. Once his taillights are no longer visible, Colt perks up.
“Why did you do that?” I ask, my eyes turning accusatory. I feel hurt for thinking this was an actual date, but now I’m suspecting it's a ploy related to Lukas and the plan that Colt created.
“Lyric.” He chases me to the door, and his hand lands on my arm, turning me toward him so fast the skirt on my dress flares around my legs. Colt groans as he wraps his arms around me. “This was real. Our date was everything I wanted it to be, everything I wanted to show you. Nothing about our time tonight was fake except for the end. I need you to have a solid alibi. I need a solid alibi in case whatever I’m about to do leads back to the club, me or you.”
“You should have told me, Colt.” I step back out of his embrace and my arms cross over my stomach. “I feel…I feel stupid that I didn’t know the plan. I don’t want it to be fake. I was so happy.”
“Good.” He reaches for me, catching my face with his hands. “I want you to be happy, Lyric. Let me remember you that way. You did nothing wrong, and everything right. Tonight was perfect.”
Colt presses a kiss to my forehead before letting me go. My eyes close and when I reopen them, he’s bounding back down the steps. I watch as he goes into the garage and when he reappears, he’s wearing a dark, hooded sweatshirt with his cut and pushing his bike.
“Colt!” Panic surges in my throat and I follow after him, running to his side. “You’re leaving now? Already?”
His eyes are dark and there is a dangerous edge to his voice when he says, “I’m not letting him get away, Lyric. This ends tonight.”
“Colt, I?—”
He grabs me with his arm, balancing his bike between his legs, and pulls me into his chest. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck. Colt captures my lips in a kiss that is anything but gentle. He kisses me desperately, rough and hungry, and all it does is ramp up the feeling that I’m losing him. I know he’s going to do something that could be dangerous, and my stomach flutters in response. I realize I don’t want gentle from Colt right now. And if the worst happens and this is the last time I get to touch him, or kiss him, I want his mark on me. On my skin, on my body, and on my heart.
Acting quick, I swing my leg over his bike, so we’re facing each other, and my legs wrap around his waist, bringing his rock-hard erection against my aching core. I’ve wanted him all evening, getting more and more turned on from the light caresses, the lingering kisses, the promises whispered in my ear. I’ve been on edge and waiting to get home where I thought we would be tumbling in bed together. Now, it doesn’t matter where, or that I have the ghost of pain in my pussy from last night, I need Colt inside me one more time.
Colt groans when I rub myself against him, pushing my breasts to his chest and sucking on his tongue. His hands are wild, over my back, in my hair, and squeezing my ass cheeks, using his grip on them to grind against me. His hold is so tight I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. His hand slides up my thigh, pushing the skirt of my dress up and I moan against his lips.
“Do you need me to fuck you, baby?” he murmurs while he traces the edge of my panties before slipping the material down my leg. I slide my leg up and let him unhook them around my foot, leaving my pussy completely open and bare to him.
Colt growls and teases my slit with his fingertips. “You’re so wet for me, good girl.”
“Yes,” I moan when he slips his fingers inside me gently, the action in complete contrast to the pent-up energy radiating off of him. I want Colt to go feral on me, to lose control with me. “Please, Colt. Please fuck me.”
He inhales and our eyes meet. I watch his dark brown orbs turn to black and his pupils expand while he watches me. “Your pussy is so greedy, Lyric, squeezing my fingers so tight.”
I’m panting, my hips writhing all over the seat of his bike, wanting what only he can give me. “Yes. I want all of you.”
Colt slides his mouth against mine, slipping his tongue inside, mimicking how his fingers slide in and out of me, before he pulls away again to look at me. “Pull the top of that dress down, show me those perfect tits,” he orders, and I’m quick to obey. My hands leave his shoulders, and I slip my arms out of the straps on my dress, shoving it down to my waist. The cool summer air hits my heated skin and my nipples harden.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Colt groans. “Touch them. Play with your nipples, get them ready for me.”
Again, I do as I’m told, and my body bucks into his the second my fingers pinch and pull the sensitive peaks. “Oh shit.”
Colt pulls his fingers out from inside me and I feel him fumbling between us. A button pops and I feel the silky, smooth skin of his cock as it bobs free. I watch him with hooded eyes and he grips my jaw with his hand, his own eyes flashing.
“This is going to be quick, Lyric. You’re going to ride my cock until you come, then I’m going to fuck you to the point that it might feel like I hate you until I come inside you so you know who you belong to. Just remember, baby, that even when it feels like it's too much, this is permanent for me,” he says roughly, his voice carrying a possessiveness to it that should scare me but doesn’t. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance before he thrusts inside me hard, my body bouncing against his. “Jeezus fuck, how, how are you so perfect?”
His voice is a mix of pleasure and pain while he holds himself inside me. His arms brace forward, grabbing the handlebars to keep us upright on his bike. Colt drops a kiss on my lips before he bites my bottom one. “Go ahead, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I slide my hands back and push against the seat to get leverage. My back arches and my neck falls back. I use my legs to push my hips back and slam forward, taking him deep inside me once again. Colt’s head drops back and the cords in his neck strain as air hisses between his teeth. “Just like that, baby. Your cunt is so tight, so sweet, so mine.”
His words fuel the passion and need in my veins, and I repeat pushing and pulling myself up and down his cock. The seat becomes slippery underneath me from how wet I am. I’m so close, the pleasure so intense. Colt’s eyes keep flicking from mine down to where he’s disappearing into my body like he’s memorizing it.
“I need more, please touch me,” I beg him. Colt’s eyes slant up and one of his hands drops from the handlebar, his thumb circling my clit with just the right pressure that it sets sparks off behind my eyes.
“Colt, oh god,” I cry out his name when I come, my hips slamming down on him while I chase the tail end of my orgasm. My chest is tight and I’m breathing hard.
Colt’s hips start rocking up into mine and the sudden movement makes me jump. “Did that feel good, Lyric?” he teases, running his lips over my neck and down to my collarbone.
“So good,” I respond, licking my lips, acutely aware of the heat gathering in my core again, flaring to life now that Colt is taking over. His hands run down my arms and he takes my own in his, curling them around the handlebars. “Hang on now, baby.”
In this position, my back is completely arched and my breasts are thrust toward his face. Colt runs his hands over my chest, squeezing with his hands and pinching my nipples until I cry out. “You were made for me, Lyric,” he says and slams forward.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, feeling him deep inside me. He’s coming undone with every thrust.
“Hold my dress for me,” I demand, and he quickly bunches my dress around my hips, where he anchors his hands. His thighs dig into the sides of his bike to keep us upright.
The night air around us is filled with the sounds of us. My cries, his groans and curses, the way he praises my pussy, and the slap of skin on skin. It’s perfect and us and a soundtrack I want to listen to for the rest of my life. Before I know it, I feel the need to come again. Colt tilts my hips at just the right angle and the pressure builds.
“Please, don’t stop,” I cry out, my hands gripping the bars tighter, my arms burning from the exertion.
“Never,” Colt grunts. “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”
I come. I come hard, my body shaking, my legs tightening, and spots dancing in my vision. Everything feels so good, the pleasure so intense that it almost hurts. My orgasm pushes him over the edge as he drives into me harder and harder until he falls forward, his face pressed against my neck, moaning as his hot cum fills me up.
Colt catches himself and leans over me, grabbing the handlebars and slumping against the seat. We’re both breathing hard, sweat slicking our skin. His cum is spilling out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the seat.
I reach up and take Colt’s face in my hands. He holds my gaze and I open my mouth to speak when he shakes his head.
“Don’t, Lyric. You don’t have to say anything right now. When I come back, and this is all over, when you have your life back, then we can talk. I just couldn’t leave you without telling you.”
Tears fill my eyes and my chest hurts. I never want this moment to end, yet I know it's all about to come crashing down. This bubble I’ve been in with Colt, away from the real world, will soon burst. He helps me to sit up, before lifting me over his bike. I fix my dress, and he grabs a rag from the bag on the back of his bike and wipes our cum off his seat, before tucking it in his back pocket. I’m so transfixed that I miss when he leans down and swipes my panties off the grass where they fell, holding them out hooked on his finger.
“Not a word,” I tell him as I grab them from him and my cheeks blush.
When I’m as put together as I can be, Colt studies me. He really looks at me, with a ghost of a smile on his lips. I take him in too, with his messy hair and flushed face. I want to tell him I feel it too. I want so badly for the words to fall from my tongue. The only thing holding me back is what he just said, what he asked of me. A real discussion when all the bad things are over.
“Come back home to me.”
Colt’s throat bobs and he glances away and then back to me. “I always wanted to hear you say that.”
A chuckle escapes me. Colt reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone I don’t recognize. “This is a burner. Only the club has this number, and their numbers are in here for you.” I take it from him, nodding my understanding. I keep the smile on my face as I head back toward the house.
“Lyric,” he calls out, and I turn back to him. “Lock the door and set the alarm.”
“So demanding,” I mumble under my breath, but I hurry inside anyway and do as he asks. A few seconds later, I hear his bike rev to life and drive away. My heartbeat speeds up and I feel sick.
The phone in my hand vibrates and I flip it open.
Zane: Be there in three minutes. Don’t shoot me.
I laugh out loud and shake my head before dashing up the stairs to shower and change. Zane is chilling on the couch when I get back downstairs with an orange Fanta in his hands.
“Street explained to you, I take it?” he asks.
“Yeah, well, as much as he could anyway.” I nod and move to sit on the couch with him.
“Bullet is in the office right now, watching the cameras. We’ll be here all night, but you don’t have to keep us company, okay? Feel free to go sleep or eat or whatever you need to do, alright?”
My nose scrunches. “Eat and sleep? Is that all you think I’ve been doing with my captivity time?”
“It's what I would do.” He shrugs his shoulders and I laugh. We sit and watch reruns of Southland on TV.
After a while, my eyes grow heavy and I stretch across the couch to lie down. Zane and Bullet change shifts and murmur quietly between themselves. The phone on the table stays silent, and I take that as a good sign. When Bullet comes out of the office, I’m barely awake but I hear the murmuring.
“He’s back already.”
Zane answers, but I don’t stir. Colt. I fall asleep with a smile on my lips.