Good Things Come to Those Who Wait
COLT
Leading Lainey by the hand out into the warm November night, I run through all our options.
My place is out. Hers would work, though. There’s the bed of my truck? I threw some blankets in the back just in case. Weather’s good, and the stars are putting on a show.
I’m glad it’s dark out. I’m so hard I could hammer nails with my dick.
Energy vibrates through my veins in a way I’ve never felt before. It’s like touching Lainey, dancing with her, plugged my body into an electric socket, and now I’m glowing from the inside out. Dumb as that sounds.
It is dumb, wanting a twenty-four-year-old employee this way.
Even dumber to let her past my defenses.
I don’t know, though. Maybe I need to start doing more dumb shit, because I can’t stop smiling as I open the passenger side door for her and hold her hand while she climbs inside.
I’m always moving in my daily life, but only because I have to, comforted by the idea that if I just keep moving, I’ll eventually earn the right to stop. Maybe even relax a little.
Right now, I keep moving because I don’t want to stop. My legs feel light, just like my chest. I feel…young. Alive.
It’s the heaviness between my legs that I can’t stand—that I have to take care of sooner rather than later, before I come in my pants like an amateur. It was a bad idea to ride that bull with her, her ass cradling my cock like she was made for me.
It was the best idea you’ve ever had.
I start the truck and back out of the parking lot behind the Homestead Hen. The deep rumble of the engine sounds enormous in the charged silence that fills the cab.
I put on my blinker. “So.”
“So.” The smile in her voice sends my pulse into a death spiral.
“I wanna do this right.” Turning onto Main Street, I hit the gas. “None of that fucking-in-the-back-seat bullshit.”
“Maybe I like that back-seat bullshit.” She glances over her shoulder. “Looks cozy back there. Minus the booster seat.”
Laughing, I take the turn onto Highway 21. “There’s a reason I left that there, so I’d resist the temptation to just pull over on the side of the road and—”
“Make me come right there, right then?”
Is it too hot in here? I turn on the air.
“I wanna see you,” I say, softer. “When that happens.”
I wanna see you lose your shit, because it’s the world’s biggest turn-on knowing you’d never ever fake it.
“You’re a lights-on kinda guy?” Her voice is soft too as she leans an elbow on the windowsill and starts playing with her hair.
“With you? Yeah.”
“Let’s go to my place, then.”
“You sure?”
“I bought condoms. That sure enough for you?”
My cock surges. “You bought them—”
“In the hopes I’d get to use them with you?” Those pretty lips curve into a smile. “Yeah, Colt, that’s why I bought a whole box of Trojans.”
I hit the gas. “A box.”
“Yes.”
“For me.”
“Yes.”
New goal unlocked: Use the whole box before Lainey leaves.
A small eternity passes before we finally pull into her driveway. My hands shake as I put the truck in park and turn off the ignition and fly out of my seat.
You’re fucked.
I am nothing if not steady. But here I am, shaking like a goddamn leaf while I open Lainey’s door and unbuckle her seat belt and run my hands over her body as I help her down.
Then we’re inside her house, a warm gust of Lainey-scented air greeting us. I kick the door shut and I’m on her. I grab her waist and push her up against the wall, yanking off my hat so I can bury my face in her neck.
Your favorite hat, and you don’t even care that it’s on the floor. You got it bad, boy.
“Colt,” she pants, her hands finding the buttons of my shirt. “Thank God. All night. I’ve wanted this…all night.”
I kiss her throat, nipping at her skin with my teeth. I reach down and glide my hand up her thigh, reveling in her softness.
“You got no idea how bad I want you,” I murmur against her neck. “You been puttin’ some kinda murder on me for days, honey. Weeks.”
Rotating my wrist, I cup her cunt in my palm. My brain flatlines.
She’s wearing some teeny-tiny thong that does nothing to hide her heat.
She’s also wet. Soaked right through the material. My mouth waters.
I let out a pained chuckle. “Why the fuck do you even wear this?”
“To piss you off, obviously.”
She’s pissing me off all right. So much so that I can’t take it. Giving her neck one final, vicious bite, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder.
“Imma make you pay for that.” I start climbing the stairs.
She gives my ass a hard slap, laughing. “I hope you do. Now can you please put me down? I’m heavy—”
“Hush.”
I know the way to the bedroom because, well, I know everything about anything that has to do with the ranch. Flicking on the lights, I bite back a grin.
Miss Perfect here made the bed.
I bet she always makes the bed, complete with the small mountain of decorative pillows Mom insisted the room needed “to feel homey.”
I wanna throw those things on the floor. Make a mess of the sheets. Rumple the covers.
I carefully set Lainey on the mattress. Before she can wiggle out of my reach, I start taking off her boots.
“The jacket,” I grunt. “Lose it. And the dress.”
“You don’t like the dress?” Lainey asks with a wink, shouldering out of the jacket.
“I love the dress. Looks great on you.” I drop one boot on the ground, then the other. “It’ll look better on the floor.”
Running my hands up her bare legs, I curl my fingers through the straps of her thong at the same time as she pulls her dress over her head. Need bolts up my rock-hard length when I see her bra. This one is simple, nude-colored.
It’s also completely transparent. Her nipples poke through the barely-there fabric, her piercing glinting in the bedroom’s soft light.
I nearly bite off my tongue. “Gorgeous,” I blurt.
Her eyes are wide, a little uncertain, when they meet mine. “You think so?”
“I know so. Lift your hips for me, yeah?”
She does as I tell her, and I pull off her underwear to reveal the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.
Her pubic hair is dark, lush but neatly trimmed. Her clit is just visible between her lips, hinting at the hot-pink heaven inside.
I’ve felt all this before. Tasted it.
Now I get to adore it.
She’s naked save for her bra, but she doesn’t try to hide from me. Doesn’t try to cover up or pull me in. She just lets me look.
I can’t stop staring, my cock throbbing inside my jeans. I feel like an axe just landed in the center of my chest, slicing my heart neatly in two.
Without thinking, I shove aside several pillows. “Lean back. Lie down.”
Scooting up on the bed, she does as I tell her, reclining with one arm over her head so her tits are pushed out. Her feet are flat on the bed, knees bent.
“Spread your legs.”
“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?”
“Yes. Spread your legs, Lainey.”
Her knees fall apart. A hand grips my windpipe and squeezes.
She’s swollen. Glistening with arousal.
Perfect.
Her pupils blow out as she watches me looking at her. I know she wants to come just as badly as I do, but I wanna make this last. Draw her out and bring her to the edge again and again. That way, when she finally falls, her orgasm will be the kind she’ll remember.
You’re gonna remember me, honey.
So I crawl onto the bed and hook my hands underneath her knees. I lean in and kiss her clit, giving her a long, lingering lick front to back. Back to front.
Her hips rock against my mouth as she lets out a gasp.
“Colt,” she pleads, pushing her hand into my hair. “You make me feel so good.”
My chest twists. It’s nice not to have to worry about whether she’s telling the truth. Her body doesn’t lie, and neither does she.
I could go down on this woman all day if she’d let me.
Gathering her taste on my tongue, I kiss my way up her belly, making her husk out a laugh.
“This.” I cover her pierced nipple with my mouth. “How do I make you feel good here? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her eyes go hazy. She takes my face in her hand. “You’re sweet. You just…play with it. Gently, of course. But if you pull on it, it feels really good.”
I reach around to unhook her bra. Together we guide it off her arms, and she digs her hand into my hair again as I pluck the silver barbell between my finger and thumb.
Gently, gently.
Her teeth come down, hard, on her bottom lip. She arches against me, making soft panting sounds.
Her nipple is pliable. Pebbled and pink.
“Let me get you ready for me, yeah?” I bend my head to suck her other nipple in my mouth. “We’re gonna be a tight fit, so lemme stretch you out a little.”
In reply, she hikes her knee up on my hip. “Okay.”
I suck on her nipples while I reach down to find her entrance, pausing to circle her clit once, twice. I see stars at the ease with which my finger sinks inside her.
I can’t formulate words. I can only make growling sounds at her cunt’s tight pull on my finger.
“One more.” I bite down tenderly on her nipple as I nudge a second finger inside her. “Talk to me, Lainey.”
Her breath catches when I push that second finger a little bit more inside her. It’s tight, but I can fit.
Barely.
“Lainey.”
“Keep going.” But her brows are knit together.
I stop. “No rush—”
She grabs my wrist and pushes my fingers farther inside. “Keep. Going.”
My dick screams at her willingness. Her very real need for more.
I want more, I think wildly. I never realized how I might have settled for less before.
I push and I push. Lainey arches her back, mouth falling open. “No pain,” she assures me. “It’s just not comfortable. Not yet.”
I press my thumb to her clit. Her eyes flutter shut. Her cunt stretches around me, making room for more.
“I’m ready,” she breathes, gesturing to the bedside table. “Condoms—”
But I’m already reaching across the bed. Pulling open the drawer, I have to laugh when I see a purple vibrator alongside the box of condoms.
I pick it up, tossing it in my hand. “Awful small for something that makes such a racket.”
Lainey bites her lip, her green eyes shining. “If you behave, maybe we can use it.”
“Aw, honey, I ain’t behavin’ tonight.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”