Chapter Nine #2
I smile and jump out of the king-sized bed, petals falling everywhere as I swipe them away from my body and walk into the ensuite with him. My legs feel like Jell-O, so I lean up against the basin as he leans into the massive shower and turns on the water.
“You okay?”
I nod and smile. “Just a bit wobbly. You kinda have that effect on me.”
“Well, you have that effect on me too,” he says, taking me into his bulging, tattooed arms and kissing me on the head. “C’mon, in we get.”
Swallowing the lump threatening to choke me, I step in with him. I’ve never had a shower with anyone. Joseph was strongly opposed whenever I’d brought it up, saying it was unclean for two people to shower together.
What a crock of shit!
Colt pulls me against his chest. He’s taller than me, so he rests his chin on the top of my head as I wrap my arms around his naked, muscular frame.
“Colt?”
“Mmm…”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For helping me be a little more spontaneous.”
He chuckles. “You’re welcome. Plus, I like you naked, so we’re even,” he says with a smirk. I scoff and giggle, then playfully slap him on the chest.
Colt grabs my wrist and holds it to his chest over his heart, causing my heart to skip a beat as the gesture is both beautifully sweet and dominant. The two things I’m beginning to really like about him.
When I peer up at him, his tender gaze remains on me as he brings my hand to his mouth and kisses it.
Biting my bottom lip at the sweet gesture, I place my hand back on his chest when he lets it go.
A moment passes between us as he looks deep into my eyes, and a wave of dizziness takes over, the warm water rushing over my back.
I’m so unbelievably caught up in him, and when he leans in, kissing me, my arms instinctively wrap around his waist tightly.
With a gentle nudge, he guides me back into the water to wet my hair.
The move is sensual, his touch tender. Just as sweetly, he shifts me out of the water, lathering his large hands with the hotel body wash and caressing my skin.
The contrast between his soft touch and slightly rough fingers is a sensory overload on my already-ignited skin.
I close my eyes as his hands work over my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples. His hands run down my sides and over my hips in such a tantalizing manner that I feel like I’m in a trance. It’s as if he is working some sort of voodoo magic on me.
He slides a hand from my hip to the inner part of my thigh, causing my breathing to hitch, and I close my eyes.
Colt washes me, gliding his hand slowly up my thigh and to the sweet spot I’m aching for him to touch.
He rubs some body wash, driving me to come alive under his touch.
Following the curves of my body, his hand glides back up my hip and around to my ass, where he caresses my cheeks, then slides up my spine and back to my shoulders.
I’m so relaxed right now, I could fall asleep at his sensual touch.
He spins me around so my back is toward him, and he moves in behind me, pressing his entire body against mine.
Slowly, he moves me forward into the water, and the feeling of his hands gliding over my skin while the water washes off the body wash is invigorating.
Why have I never done this before?
Colt spins me around again, and this time, I open my eyes to see him looking at me.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asks with a smirk.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble as I get lost in his gorgeous eyes.
Yep, I’m definitely in a trance.
“You thought that was good, then wait for this,” he says, and I stare at him in confusion.
He leans over, grabs the shampoo bottle, pours a little onto his hand, and turns me around again.
Then his fingers are in my hair, and it’s like heaven to my scalp.
I guess, being a guitarist, he should have talented fingers.
He massages my scalp, lathering it up but being careful not to get any in my eyes.
Using a firm but delicate pressure, he works both hands over my scalp, and I find myself closing my eyes again.
Where did he learn how to do this? Wait, don’t think about that, Dee!
I shut my mind off and enjoy the soothing caress of the man I belong to.
The man I belong to. The thought no longer causes the apprehension it once did.
He rinses my hair, then repeats the process with conditioner, massaging my head until I’m almost asleep. I stumble slightly, and Colt grabs my arms tightly, steadying me on my feet.
“Did I put you to sleep?” He is unable to hide his chuckle.
“Um… no. I felt so relaxed that I… um… okay, yeah, I fell asleep. So sue me,” I reply, turning around and cuddling into him. He chuckles as his arms wrap around me while we stand in the shower, holding each other until we look like wrinkled grandparents.
Colt turns off the shower, and I step out onto the bathmat, grab a towel, and hand it to him. He smiles and scrunches it through his hair while I grab another one and wrap my hair up in it, then use another one to wrap around my body.
“We have to do that again,” I declare as he dries himself with the pristine white towel.
He chuckles. “That good, hey?”
My eyes bulge as I nod my head emphatically.
By the time Colt and I finish our shower, it’s time to get ready for his concert at Madison Square Garden in New York. It was nice to spend the day with him—just us alone—with zero interruptions.
I let Colt help me pick something to wear since I don’t have a lot of rocker-style clothing with me, but my trusty, now-ripped jeans are definitely helping me fit right in.
“This is cute,” he says, pulling out a black lacy bra and matching panties.
Grabbing them off him, I throw them back in the suitcase, and he chuckles at me.
“That’s not helping, Colt,” I reply, frustrated that I only have cutesy tops and cardigans in my suitcase.
“Okay, how about this? I’ll go next door and grab something of Anna’s.
You girls are about the same size. I know she won’t mind helping us out.
I’ll be right back,” he continues, rushing out of the room wearing only his boxer briefs.
The guy oozes confidence, although I guess with a body and face like his, you’re allowed to.
With nothing else to do, I stand in my jeans and bra, waiting for him to return. The door opens, and my eyes bulge as he walks in with Anna, Sia, and another couple of the Slayettes. Completely embarrassed, I quickly cover myself with the tangled sheet from the bed.
“Colt,” I exclaim loudly, and they all laugh.
“Baby, they’re chicks! They have their own set of tits. They’re not going to be worried about seeing yours,” he says, walking over to me and kissing my head.
I can only glare at him.
“Oh, c’mon, Little Bean, it’s sprouting time,” Sia advises as she pulls the sheet away from me.
Colt laughs while they all walk me into the ensuite.
“Okay, put this on, and we’ll deal with your hair and makeup,” Anna says, shoving a black sequined bandeau top into my arms.
“I can’t wear that,” I answer, holding up the thin piece of material, which is just enough to cover my breasts.
“Yes, you can, and you will. Don’t you wanna look sexy for the Sladenator?” one of the girls asks, which causes laughter to erupt from the rest of them.
“You’ve been hanging around Dingo too much, Kira,” Sia replies as she shakes her head. “God, I’m married to the moron, and I’d never call Colt the Sladenator,” she says.
Looking into the bedroom, Colt’s getting dressed while staring at me.
I wink at him, and he smiles brightly, then gestures with a nod toward the door and mouths, I’m gonna head next door.
I return the smile, dipping my chin to indicate that I understand, and he winks before walking away.
I turn my attention back to the girls who are discussing how my hair should be styled and exhale as I look at the shower and remember Colt’s hands all over me.
“Dee? Earth to Dee? C’mon… put the top on so we can decide on your hair. Up or down,” Kira says, snapping me out of my reverie. I smile and pull the top on, if you can even call it that. I don’t feel comfortable, but I want to look hot for Colt, so I suck it up and let the girls make me over again.
After they apply the finishing touches, we make our way to the penthouse suite, and even I think I look smoking hot. The girls did a great job, but I’m still a little self-conscious and walk with my arms wrapped around my naked midriff.
Sia opens the penthouse suite door, and we walk in.
“Colter Slade, come see your rockin’ it, rock chick,” Anna yells as I flush red.
Dingo walks in and wolf whistles. “Hooey! Lookin’ hot there, Little Bean.”
Colt walks into the room, and his eyes lock onto mine.
“Doesn’t she look stunning, Colt?” Sia asks.
His face contorts like he’s angry, his nostrils are flaring, and I hear his heavy breathing from here. That was not the reaction I had been hoping for. Instead, he takes deliberate steps over to me, pulling my arms down and revealing my naked skin.
“What the fuck is this?” he grumbles, pointing to my midriff. His tone indicates he’s more than displeased.
I grimace and swallow.
“I know, isn’t it awesome?” Anna replies.
He gives her a huge death glare. “Uh… that would be a no. Not even a little bit. Anna, I don’t care if you wear shit like this, but my girl will not go out in public showing off her flesh, dressed so every fucking man will want her.
C’mon, Dee, you’re getting changed,” he says, almost shouting, and drags me by the arm.
I can’t help the gasp that escapes as I rush along with him in shock.
“Seriously, Colt, get a grip. She’s hot. Deal with it,” Anna says.
“And that’s exactly the reason she can’t wear this shit. You don’t understand,” Colt says to her with a pointed look of irritation before turning back to me. “Dee, I thought you agreed your skin is for my eyes only?” He looks down at me with his forehead furrowed and lips pursed.
Swallowing hard, I nod as he drags me from the penthouse suite to our room. When we discussed his need to have all of me, I didn’t think it would be this extreme. I thought he would like what I’m wearing.
A sudden wave of disappointment washes over me.
“Colt,” I whisper.
“What?” he replies abruptly as he swipes the keycard to open our suite door.
“I wish I were pretty enough for you,” I murmur, my voice uneven and so quiet I am unsure he will hear me.
And just like that, all my insecurities come rushing back.
I don’t belong here.
I’m out of his league.
He grunts and pulls me through the door, slamming it behind me.
Then his lips are on mine as he pushes me hard against the damn door—he seems to have a thing with doors.
His tongue enters my mouth while his hand reaches for my breast. He’s not gentle as he massages it hard enough for me to wince in pain, but it also makes me moan slightly at his possessiveness.
“Wrists,” he says, and his other hand takes my wrists, holding them above my head firmly against the door.
My head is spinning.
One minute, he’s flaming mad, and the next, he’s carnal with desire. He is a walking contradiction.
He grinds his hips into me with brutal force, and my head falls back against the door.
“Fuck, Dee,” he murmurs as he slows the kiss from being possessive to one of passion.
“Don’t you ever think you’re not pretty enough for me.
That’s the problem, Dee, you’re too damn hot, and if you dress like that, then while I’m on stage, all the guys will want to get their hands on you, and I can’t do anything about it while I’m up there.
No one can touch you except for me,” he states, tightening his grip on my wrists and grinding into me again.
I nod, and he exhales, resting his forehead against mine.
“Good. The things I want to do to you right now. You look amazing, baby, but I can’t take the risk. So, let’s get you into a different top, yeah?” he asks, seemingly a lot calmer.
I don’t say anything, but nod before he releases my wrists and moves his hand from my breast to my cheek.
“Good girl,” he says, his voice gritty.
His aggressive shift in mood has me on edge and confused. I can see where he’s coming from, but his approach is more than a little overprotective. It borders on obsessive.
He takes my hand and leads me to my suitcase, where he picks out a white tank top extending well past my hips and pulls out his leather jacket for me to wear.
I still look like a rock chick, but not a glammed-up rock chick because the leather jacket swims on me.
If I’m honest, I feel ridiculous, but I refrain from saying anything to antagonize him.
“There. Still hot. Just leaves more to the imagination, which I like,” Colt says as he takes my hand, then gestures for me to twirl.
I giggle and do as he says, “Perfect.”
Then he kisses me so softly, and I melt into his touch.