Chapter 47

Loud rapid knocking awoke Chelsea from sleep. She turned over in the bed before sitting up and taking a deep sleepy breath. It was expected, but not at 5:13 a.m. She’d barely got three hours sleep.

“Coming,” she shouted after a minute of incessant knocking.

She swung her feet from the bed, pushed them into her bed slippers and dragged herself to the door. She was still in her dress since she had been to tired to change. She paused, wondering if it made sense changing.

“Naw,” she said, continuing to the door. “Coming!” she repeated to the noise monger.

When she pulled the door open, Reid’s red face presented itself to her. His titanium eyes sent bullets in her direction that she almost ducked for cover. He was waving the tablet in front of her.

“Chelsea, what is this?”

Feign ignorance Chelsea; maybe he’ll go away. “What?”

“This!” Reid shoved the electronic device in her face.

She yawned, pretending to try and focus on it. “I don’t see anything,” she replied sleepily, leaning against the door post, closing her eyes.

Her ploy seemed to be working. Reid withdrew his hand and narrowed his eyes, looking at her with some concern.

“Did you even sleep at all?” he asked.

Diversion Chelsea. “Of course not. Didn’t Colt tell you we were at the hospital all night?”

Bingo! “What?” he asked, his surprise was expected. “What happened, are you hurt? Is Colt okay?”

“It’s Zoey; someone attacked her,” she told him, yawning once more.

“Christ! How’d that happen?”

“They bludgeoned her with something, caused her brain to bleed.”

Reid grabbed his chin, passing his hand over his new stubble. “What the fuck is going on? First, you, and now this.”

That got Chelsea’s attention. Reid was obviously on the same wavelength. “You see the connection too?”

“What connection?” He looked at her sharply. “I’m only thinking of all the bad luck that’s happened.”

“Oh.”

His voice lowered, but it was firm. “Chelsea, what are you thinking?”

“Nothing.”

“It can’t be nothing. Do you know what you have done by pointing fingers at Jason and Carl with these articles? You named names, Chelsea.”

“I’m not pointing fingers; I am doing what my gut tells me. Soon the truth will come out.”

Reid wasn’t happy. “What if he wasn’t the one to kidnap you?”

“I’m sure of it,” she retorted, but before he could respond, his phone began to ring.

He grudgingly withdrew it from his jeans pocket and grunted into it, stepping a few feet away. That’s when she noticed he was wearing casual clothes. She’d never seen Reid in anything but jackets and suits. He looked weird. He must have just pulled these on in a hurry, given that he was unshaven and didn’t appear to have showered.

He was coming back toward her with a dangerous look in his eyes. When he was a foot away, he stopped and shot her a hot stare. For perhaps a minute or two, he said nothing, then let out a long breath.

“It’s a hornet’s nest; you’ve stirred a hornet’s nest!”

“What happened?” she asked, straightening her shoulders.

“That was Henry. He said that Jason was under investigation for attempted murder, now he has gone missing. You’ve messed up the case with your little article.”

“Actually,” she said in a quiet tone, biting on her bottom lip.

“What now. What else have you done?”

“There’s another article that’s coming out in the paper today,” she replied, stepping back into her room and quickly closing the door.

“Chelsea, open the door.”

“You have to promise not to yell at me,” she pleaded.

There was a bit of silence, then he replied, “I won’t. I promise.”

“And promise to let me tell Colt,” she added.

“Do you think I’m an idiot to tell him this? It’s your mess; you’ve got to tell him yourself. Now open the damn door and tell me what’s in the article.”

“You said ‘damn’,” she sulked.

“I didn’t yell. Okay, I won’t swear either,” he said in a calmer voice.

She waited a few seconds then opened the door a crack. Reid was faking a smile. She wasn’t sure she could trust him. She waited a minute while he peered through the crack of the door and nodded, indicating that he was calm. She opened the door wider. He pushed his way past her and entered her room uninvited.

“What are you doing?”

“Staying right here until you tell Colt what you’ve done.”

“Now?” she asked, her eyes wide.

He smirked. “No better time. I’ll wait right here until you get back.”

“I haven’t even showered yet,” she protested.

Reid didn’t seem to care; he pulled up the chair at the tiny table in the corner and sat. “Not my problem. You can either shower with me here or don’t. I won’t look.”

“Argh!” she snarled at him, but he just leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

“You’d better hurry; I may just order room service right here, then finish my sleep in your bed.”

This is blackmail! Now that Reid had got her in a corner, there was nothing she could do but do what he said, or he would never leave her room.

Within fifteen minutes, she was showered and changed, ready to face Colt. She’d locked the bathroom door, although she knew Reid would never attempt to do anything; still, he was a man. She came out dressed in a knee length skirt, tank top and her hair pulled back at her nape.

“I’m off,” she announced.

His lips barely moved when he spoke. “Hurry, I need food and more sleep.”

She sneered at him and left the room. So far Colt didn’t know, and Reid was making certain she told him. What would she say? That she wrote a detailed article about his stepbrother and the role he played in the mess created by an abusive stepfather? Would she tell him that she wrote about the blackmails, the insurance fraud, her kidnapping and even about Zoey’s attack, laying all of that at Jason’s feet?

Then there was Carl Benson’s sister and her role in all this. How about the lies about her death and the secret plot to destroy Colt? How about telling Colt how she questioned Carl Benson’s reputation by implying that he was Jason’s accomplice? She wasn’t sure Colt would be angry about that. What he would be angry about was she taking matters into her own hands and perhaps messing up the one chance for the police to get Jason.

She let herself into the suite and walked to Colt’s room. Hesitantly, she pushed the door. He was sprawled across the bed in his birthday suit, lying face down.

Closing the door softly behind her, she tiptoed into the room. His light snore indicated he was still asleep. With a quiver in her stomach, she moved toward the bed. She had no intention of awakening him; she just wanted to lay beside him for a while.

She kicked off her sandals and lay back beside him, taking care not to touch him lest he awoke. But as soon as she lay back, a hand grabbed her and pulled her close. She gasped, surprised that Colt was not asleep.

“You’re awake!”

“I can feel your presence, my lady,” he murmured, pulling her against his nakedness, his hard cock pressing into her hip.

His hand was already pulling up her skirt while he nibbled her neck. She wanted to protest, but she was already trembling from the intense voltaic charge quickening her body. She should tell him what she’d done, shouldn’t she? She wanted to stop him but her body was craving what she should have had a few hours before.

He’d worked up her skirt to her waist, and his hand wedged between her thighs, finding her moist flesh. His lips had made their way around to her chin, where he sucked on her skin. Then before she could catch her breath, he covered her body with his.

For a moment, he searched her face, then their eyes locked, and she could no longer breathe. All thoughts of why she was in his room flew from her mind. All Chelsea could think about was his lips caressing hers, his lips on her breasts, and his hard shaft inside her. She wiggled, parting her thighs, feeling the tip of his cock at her opening.

Their lips met as he moved his hips and brought his shaft closer to her vagina, rubbing tantalizingly against her clitoris. The need deepened as he found her tongue and sucked on it, caressing it.

A hand came up and pulled down her tank strap, then her bra, exposing her round fleshy mound, her pointy nipples taut and beckoning. His thumb brushed the tip before he broke the kiss and took the nipple between his lips.

“Ohm,” a ripple of excitement galloped through her body.

She moved her hips, begging him to enter, but he was taking his sweet time, perhaps punishing her for not completing what they had started last evening.

She wiggled her hips again, and this time he growled against her breast. Losing her patience, she reached down between them and guided his cock into her warm moist vagina. Colt pushed forward, then withdrew and slid in once more.

Her walls closed around him, sucking him in as she arched into his thrust. He began to slide in and out of her in smooth rhythmic strokes, in which she moved her hips in tune with his. The cadence of their dance ignited the inferno of their desire.

The temperature of the room soon changed from the coolness of early morning to sizzling summer heat. Beads of sweat played on Colt’s brows at the fervent heat of their coitus. The fire created between the two lovers reached epidemic proportions as the tempo increased.

Their moans and groans mingled together like lyrics to their own love song as their bodies responded to nature’s mating call. Chelsea groaned loudly, trying to suppress a scream as her epicenter quivered violently. With every ounce of will, she tried to hold it back, but the volcanic eruption that rocked her was beyond her control.

Colt slowed his pace almost to a pause, his face in a tight grimace. She pulled his head down to hers and gave his top lip a gentle bite, then ran her hot tongue across his bottom lip. He growled and captured both her lips, sucking on them.

Another wave of heat washed over her, resuming her need for more of him. Her pulsing pudenda needed to be fulfilled once more, and she began whining her hips, making sure to have her clit rub the base of Colt’s shaft. He kept still, so she raked her nails along his back and slapped his ass to urge him. He raised his head and sucked in his breath, looking at her in surprise.

“You little vixen,” he growled, nibbling her earlobe, after which he ran his tongue along her temple.

He raised his ass high in the air, and then plunged deeply into her, grinding her pelvis with his. She liked the feel of him fully inside of her, so she slapped his ass once more, resulting in him doing the same thing.

She continued her urging by slapping his ass, with him ramming into her, each thrust sending a voltaic charge through her. Soon, her body stiffened as she could no longer contain her second orgasm which erupted more powerfully than before.

As her dam broke, her body spasmed violently. Chelsea screamed, a shrill cry like a banshee in the night. Colt muffled her sound by kissing her, also cutting off his own groan.

His movement became more violent as his cock swelled inside of her, filling her. Her walls gripped him tightly as her orgasm continued to rock her body. He thrust into her hard, his back stiffening while a groan rumbled from deep within his chest.

He dipped his hips again and kept it there as his own release caused his cock to pulse hard inside of her. Their bodies were in tune in such a way that both their orgasms subsided at the very same time.

His arms flopped beneath his body as he flopped atop her. She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him close as the memory of why she’d come to the room resurfaced.

He rolled off her, adjusting their bodies so that he was hugging her from behind. His cock was still pulsing. She liked the feel of it and knew that if they stayed like that for any amount of time, they would resume their lovemaking.

“Colt,” she said in a small voice.

“Hmm?’ he murmured, contented.

She hesitated, and the moment was lost when his cell phone, her own cell phone, and the hotel phone started ringing simultaneously. Oh no, what am I going to do? Now the darn shit will hit the fan!