Chapter 18
eighteen
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Colin
Iparked down the road from the house. It seemed the Rivers' estate had become even more of a fortress since the last time I visited.
The iron gate towered with its pointed finials and sharp edges.
The surrounding wall seemed taller too, and there were cameras on every corner.
My knee wasn't in shape for the drop down to the other side, even if I was able to scale it.
What the hell was I doing? I wasn't even sure Sadie wanted to see me.
All I needed was an arrest for trespassing, and my career would officially be over. Ace would fucking love that.
I was close to leaving when a work truck pulled up to the gate.
"Fuck it, I've gotta try." I hopped out of my truck and grabbed onto the painting truck.
I hurled myself up and into the bed and pulled a tarp over me.
The truck rolled forward. The gates clanged shut behind us.
I slipped toward the tailgate as the truck climbed the long steep driveway up to the house.
We came to a stop. The two painters were having a debate about some movie they saw.
I stayed still under the tarp. One of them picked up a ladder from the side of the bed, and the other snatched out a sprayer.
I was in luck. They didn't touch the tarp.
They were still debating the movie as they walked away.
I waited an extra few seconds, then peered over the tailgate.
Half a dozen construction trucks lined the driveway.
I climbed out and spotted a white shirt covered in paint splatters jammed into the corner of the bed.
I pulled it on. A white painter's cap, also covered with paint, sat on the dashboard.
I reached through the open window, plucked it out and pulled it down low on my head.
The imposing front doors were propped open, and a long canvas drop covered the threshold to protect the shiny marble tile in the entry from dirty work boots.
I was wearing jeans and sneakers, but my top half looked all business.
At least I hoped it did. I reached the bottom of the stairs without notice.
I vaguely remembered climbing the stairs and turning left toward Ace's room.
That was the only memory I had, so that was my plan.
I could hear workers, machines and tools somewhere downstairs at the other end of the house.
I hurried up the stairs and down the hallway on the left.
It looked familiar, but the house was so big, it was hard to know for sure.
I leaned my ear against the first door and heard nothing.
I opened it and peeked inside. It was a workout room complete with treadmill, exercise bike and shiny weights that looked mostly untouched.
I closed the door and walked across the hallway to the second door.
Again, it was quiet behind the door, so I opened it.
It was set up as a giant dressing room with racks of dresses and shelves of shoes.
I shut the door. It seemed my memory had led me astray.
I was sure this was the wing with the family bedrooms. I tried one more door.
I leaned against it to listen in and the door pulled away.
The woman was older and had on an apron.
She dragged a vacuum behind her. She looked me up and down.
"What are you doing up here? The work is all downstairs." She squinted at me suspiciously. "Where is your supervisor?"
"That would be me," a voice said from behind.
Just hearing it made me smile. Sadie's face was flushed as if she'd just come in from a long walk.
Her long, tanned legs stuck out from jean cutoffs and her sweet curves were being nicely hugged by a turquoise tank top.
"It's fine, Margo. I asked him to come up and give me a quote on painting my bedroom. "
Margo looked skeptical. "Your father knows about this?"
Sadie pressed her finger against her lips. "Shh, I'm going to surprise him."
Again, Margo wasn't buying it. "Uh, I don't know about this."
Sadie hugged her. "It's fine, Margo. Trust me."
Margo laughed awkwardly. "All right, I didn't see anything." She leaned forward and lowered her voice. "He's very cute."
Sadie smiled over at me. "Really? I hadn't noticed. As long as he's a good painter." She winked at Margo, and the woman hurried off with her vacuum in tow.
Sadie grabbed my hand. "C'mon, Mr. Painter, I've got some things to show you in my bedroom." She pulled me back toward the room with clothes and shoe racks, pushed open the door and yanked me inside.
It was a big room with some old cameras, a pile of well-worn stuffed animals and a bed on one side and clothing and shoe racks on the other. "Is this your closet slash bedroom?" I asked.
"My mom decided my bedroom could be part of her dressing room.
Can you believe she has that many clothes, and I think these racks are just the overflow that didn't fit in her three hundred square foot walk-in closet.
" Sadie was already fumbling with the fly on my jeans.
"Now, let's finish the mom discussion because it is totally ruining the mood.
" She pushed down my jeans and instantly took hold of my already hard cock. "Hey friend, missed you."
"I'll try not to take offense that you said that directly to my cock and not to me, personally.
" She was already teasing my erection to the point of no return with just her hand.
I removed her hand. She frowned up at me.
"You want something left for that hot pussy of yours cuz I might not make it otherwise. "
She nodded. "Good thinking, Mr. Wilde."
I made quick work of her clothes. She stepped out of her shorts and kicked off her shoes, while I did the same with my pants. I reached up for the splattered painter's hat.
"No," she said abruptly. "I'm thinking about that sexy Joe Cocker song, 'You Can Leave Your Hat On.' Maybe I'll fantasize that one of mom's workers snuck upstairs to ravage me."
I chuckled. "Uh, all right. Again, I'll try not to take offense that it's just crummy old me coming up to ravage you."
Her head dropped back with a laugh. "I'm sorry. Take that hat off. Shirt too. I'm back to fantasizing about being with Colin Wilde. By the way, I really thought a Wilde would have already been here this morning or, at the very least, been tossing pebbles at my window at midnight."
I pulled her into my arms. "You might have noticed that your parents are paranoid as fuck. Getting in took a small bit of ingenuity and a whole lot of luck. I happened to see a work truck pulling in, so I hid in the back."
Her blue gaze was smiling up at me. "Not exactly the heroic, breaking into the castle to rescue Rapunzel that I was imagining, but as long as you're standing here, mostly naked and still as incredibly fucking hot as I remembered, it works.
A few times I asked myself if you were actually real or just a really sexy dream. "
"I like to think of myself as both." I lowered my mouth to hers and dragged my tongue across her plump bottom lip.
She melted into me pushing her soft breasts and tight nipples against my bare skin.
The feel of her made my heart race. "And it seems I wasn't imagining things either.
You are the hottest fucking wet dream a guy could have when they're wide awake. "
I put my hands on each side of her face.
"I'm glad I snuck in even if it wasn't heroic.
And uh, I think Rapunzel offered a little more to climb on than this.
" I combed my fingers through her short silky hair, and that was it.
I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around me.
I carried her over to the nearest flat space, her mom's shoe shelf.
I swung my arm through the shoes and sent them flying to the floor. I set her down on the shelf.
Sadie laughed and threw her arms around my neck.
"That just made me even hotter for you, my lovely Wilde.
" She leaned back on her hands, spread her knees wide and dropped her head back.
I nestled between her thighs and pulled her ass closer to the edge.
I leaned over and kissed her exposed neck, drawing a trail with my mouth all the way down to her tits.
My mouth covered her breast as my tongue flicked across the nipple.
I continued the trail of kisses down her flat belly to her pussy.
I dropped to my knees and pushed my face snugly between her thighs.
She lifted each leg and dropped them over my shoulders. She tangled her fingers in my hair as she pulled my face closer, smothering me in her incredible scent. She scooted farther off the edge.
Her fingers tangled deeper into my hair as she held me against her.
My mouth devoured her as my tongue stroked her clit.
The shelf creaked as she began to rock her hips back and forth to meet the pressure of my mouth.
I penetrated her with my tongue and nuzzled my face against her clit.
Her thighs tightened around my neck as she lifted her ass off the shelf to meet the thrust of my tongue.
"Fuck, yes!" she cried out as her body trembled and her pussy pulsed against my mouth. "Take me to bed, now," she pleaded.
I stood up, swept her off the shelf and carried her over to the bed. I dropped her in the middle of her stuffed animals. She laughed and grabbed a fluffy gray koala. "You close your eyes, Kiki, I don't want you to see the dirty stuff this man is about to do to me." She pushed the animals aside.
"Now that you set the bar high with the mention of dirty stuff—" I motioned for her to get up on her knees. My eyes stroked her naked body. "Fuck, you are all too damn real." I twirled my finger directing her to spin around. She hesitated. "On your hands and knees, baby, now."