Keeping You – Bonus Scene

Colin

Just after Project Eir (Jo’s event)

I had the green light and it was game. fucking. on. The instant I knew it was going to happen, I was all over her. In the dark of the hotel, I fumbled for a switch and flipped the light on. There’s no way I was going to do this and not enjoy seeing every inch of this woman naked. 

I cupped her hip, stepping into her space and caging her in against the hard surface of the wall. 

“This is probably a mistake.” Honey breathed heavily. 

“I know,” I said as I lowered my mouth to her ear. I nibbled her ear as I snaked my hand around to grab a handful of the round ass that had been torturing me all damn day. I squeezed, but moved my hand away.

“Well don’t fucking stop,” she demanded. 

“Yes ma’am.” My voice dipped low as my fingers brushed and teased at her core. My body was rock hard and taut with tension. Everything inside me was screaming to unleash my pent up need and desire on her. 

Her hands moved across my shoulders and when my tongue swept into her mouth, she moaned and gripped my shoulders harder. I was drunk on her perfume–and one beer too many–and I had to intentionally slow my movements. My hands moved over every square inch of her. 

The entire day I had watched her move gracefully in her tight skirt doling out orders and getting shit done for Jo. She was in charge all day, but now it was my turn. Tonight, she was mine. A groan tore through me as I moved over the flat of her stomach and down, lower, until I cupped her and found her wet under my fingertips. 

Honey moaned into me, the sound deep and needy and hot as hell. She rolled her hips against my hand, but instead of giving her what she needed, I pulled back. Her eyes flared, ready to give me hell for stopping, until I turned her around, pressing her flat against the cool wall. 

Painfully slowly, I pulled the zipper of her skirt down over her ass. With both hands, I reached inside her skirt, pushing it and her tiny scrap of a thong down over the swell of her hips. As it pooled at the floor, I ran a hand over her smooth backside, admiring how round and firm it was. Her heels made her legs look a mile long and my rock hard cock ached in response. 

Honey swiveled to face me. “Come here,” she demanded. Pulling me closer, her nails dug into the muscles in my shoulders and I reveled in the sting. A small, filthy part of me hoped it would leave a mark. I eased my leg between hers and spread her thighs. She pulled her shirt over her head as I threw my shirt on the floor. 

I moved my fingers across her pussy. I teased her opening and she was so wet it nearly killed me. I lowered my mouth to hers as I pushed one finger inside her. Her tight walls clamped down on me as I used my thumb to rub slow circles against her clit. A stream of muttered yes, shit, oh god, fuck told me she liked exactly what I was doing. 

My mouth roamed lower, tasting the dip and curve of her delicate throat. I scraped my teeth against the thin skin. 

“Oh, fuck. Yes, Colin.”

I thrust in two fingers and moved my lips, hard and urgent, over hers. Her tight little body surged with need as she cried out. Her breath came hard and fast as she came around my fingers. Her walls pulsed as she sagged against me. 

With a satisfied, cocky grin, I kept one hand inside her while the other tipped her chin, allowing her eyes to meet mine. For a heartbeat, I wanted to slow down, tell her the intensity of the moment felt bigger than a quick fuck or drunken hookup. Tell her how beautiful she was and that the first time I saw her my heart tripped in my chest and it took all day to figure out how to say hello. 

But before I could find the words, Honey was pushing me backward toward the bed and the moment was gone. I dropped my pants and boxer briefs, but grabbed a condom from my pocket, and leaned back against the plush headboard. I sat, hands behind my head, as I watched her move toward me. My cock twitched when her tight, muscular body reached me just as I rolled the condom on.

“I want you inside me,” she said. “Now.”

My pulse hammered at her words as she crawled across the bed and straddled my thighs. I gripped the base of my cock as she slowly–so achingly slowly–lowered herself onto me. Her gorgeous blue eyes locked on mine as I stretched her open, my other hand gently on the base of her neck. 

I massaged her neck slowly as she began to ride–swiveling her hips and grinding against my base. My heart beat out a rhythm that was steady and strong when I moved my hands–one squeezing her hip as she moved and the other spread across her chest. I felt her heartbeat matched my own. It thundered under my palm and I was drawn in. This woman was funny and sexy and smart–unlike any I’d met before. 

Honey increased the pace and with her shallow panting breaths, I knew she was close. I was hurling toward the finish line, thrusting up into her as she continued to rock her hips against me. I sat up, pulling her body flush with my chest. I needed to feel my lips on her, taste her slick skin and know she was mine.  Just as she clenched around my cock, I felt my release come seconds after. I held her tightly and rode through the waves with her. 

When we finished, I took care of the condom and we both cleaned up before she collapsed back on the plush bed. 

“Holy shit.” Honey exhaled with a laugh.

I laid next to her, tucking my hands under the pillow and looking into her clear, blue eyes. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who felt that.” 

“Are you kidding me?” She rolled from her back to face me. “That was incredible.” Her breath was still coming in little pants and I loved that I could see her heartbeat hammer at the base of her neck. 

She was so pretty. Charming and real. I had to find a way to see her again–to get to know her and spend more time with her. 

“Will you stay?” I asked, knowing full well she had her whole life in Butte and was just here to help her sister. 

A dazzling smile spread across her face and one dimple deepened. “I’d love to stay the night with you Colin McCoy.” She playfully kissed the tip of my nose. 

I pulled her closer, nuzzling into the soft waves of her hair and pretended that I had only meant the night. Like a dumbass, I didn’t give voice to the words echoed in my head until the sunrise slanted over the mountain. 

I want to keep you forever.