Chapter 21
Daniel
Daniel let the too-hot water cascade over her head, searing her scalp and back. Cold would have been more soothing, but she didn’t want to be soothed. A filthy, giddy feeling was tumbling through her, an electric waywardness that smelt like sugary teenage perfume and tasted like first puffs of weed.
She’d done it. She’d hooked up with one of her guards. She’d had an orgasm with a sentient being for the first time in weeks and the excitement and the newness felt like being eighteen again. Only if Colt fingered her when she was eighteen she’d have exploded in a crimson burst of internal organs. He looked like guys she masturbated about in her narrow boarding school bed, the ones who played rugby and drove Beemers and wouldn’t so much as catcall a dorky-looking fuck like her. Actually, she thought grinning at the showerhead; Colt looked like their much hotter dads. Those thick, muscly shoulders, the lines around his eyes, the sheer heft of his cock, like a thick, sun-warmed python. She’d happily get strangled by that thing.
“God,” Daniel moaned, water spraying like soft bullets on her face.
She wanted more. She wanted everything. She wanted to escape just so she could find Colt and sit on his gorgeous fucking face, and then she wanted John and Seb to come in and for all three of them to fuck her in a big sweaty pile until Elkin sent a SWAT team to break them up. Just like in her dreams
She turned to find Colt standing shirtless in front of her, still wearing his shoes and black running shorts, his gaze fixed on her arse. She yelped, mercifully not slipping on the wet stone floor. “What the fucking? What are you doing here?”
Colt said nothing. All the muscles on his upper body were gleaming with condensation and slowly he reached down and gripped the heavy bulge in the front of his shorts. “Do you want me?”
“Um. Yes?” Daniel said, her eyes glued to his crotch. “Still, I thought you had to—”
But apparently the yes was all Colt wanted. He moved toward her and Daniel’s last thought before he hauled her up against the shower wall and kissed her was that his fancy trainers were going to be ruined. After that the only sensible thing to do was to grip Colt’s hair and try to kiss him until they both died.
At least that was her plan, after several steamy minutes Colt pulled away. “Don’t you want to know why I’m here?”
“Huh?” Daniel said, her head spinning.
“Elkin called. Gave me some news.”
I don’t give an actual fuck, put yourself inside me. “Um okay?”
“You know that puny little asshole you’re flying in for sex?”
Daniel’s insides clenched. “You know about Jeremiah?”
Colt gave her a feral smile, all teeth and flinty brown eyes. “Yes, I do. John made sure of that.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. “Sorry.”
“Fuck saying sorry, Dani.” Colt bent down and sucked on her left nipple, drawing it into his mouth and releasing it with a small, wet pop. Then he sucked the other, alternating until her flesh was hard and dripping. “Wanted to do that for so long. Wanna do it while I fuck you up against this wall.”
“You have my full consent to proceed.”
Colt chuckled darkly. “Yeah, you want it, huh?”
He pressed his cock between her legs, the muscle straining against his sopping shorts. “You want that?”
She nodded so hard her neck almost snapped. “Can we…?”
“No.”
He went back to sucking her nipples, his hips pinning her to the slippery shower wall.
Daniel knew he was trying to punish her. He was jealous and angry about Jem and he’d risked his job to return here. Would it be completely horrible for her to capitalize on that and bang him senseless?
Colt’s hand slipped between them, cupping the place he’d so thoroughly pleasured earlier. “I tried not to think about it. I lay in bed at night trying not to think about you fucking some other man.”
“Sorry.”
“I already told you; fuck sorry.” His callused fingers slid through her folds coming to rest gently against her entrance. “You’re a bad girl, Daniel Schwartz.”
Dani wanted to protest but Colt’s fingers were stroking her so slowly she could almost make out his fingerprints. “I, um…” she babbled.
“You told John this asshole’s an old boyfriend of yours,” Colt said lazily, circling her clit. “But you told me you never had a boyfriend. Were you lying to me?”
“No, Jem and I—Oh.”
Colt gently penetrated her with his forefinger. “Don’t say his name in front of me.”
“Okay.” She wriggled against the wall, body thrumming with need. “He and I are friends. Best friends. We went to the University of Auckland together.”
That wasn’t an exaggeration. They had met at O-week and she decided this tall gorgeous boy was going to relieve her of her virginity. Six ciders and one failed erection later, Jem tearfully came out to her and they decided to be friends. Daniel introduced him to Mikey, the first gay man she’d ever tried to seduce and they’d fallen in love on sight.
“Best friends?” Colt’s finger stroked deep between her legs tickling the sensitive walls with the mastery of an all-time womanizer. “Tell me something; did he take your cherry?”
The truth; ‘Jem tried but he was too gay’ wasn’t going to work. Daniel took the advice she’d given Seb and salted the ridiculous reality with a reasonable lie. “It was a long time ago.”
“Long time ago, huh?” Colt urged a second finger inside her, making her gasp in pleasure and no small amount of pain, his hands were fucking huge. “Was it that bad, baby?”
Daniel gripped his bicep and squirmed against his hold. “Colt please, I need more, I need to come.”
“You’ll answer my questions first. Did he fumble around your gorgeous body until you had to fake it because you were so fucking bored?”
“I…”
“Did you wish he knew what he was doing? That he could make you feel the way I’m making you feel right now?” His thumb whispered over her clit as the fingers inside her resumed their practiced stroking.
“Yes. No. Maybe.”
“Wish it had been me,” Colt muttered in her ear. “Bet your pussy wishes it too. I’d have fucking ruined you Dani, made sure you never wanted another man again.”
Daniel felt orgasm cast its slippery net around her, drawing tighter and tighter and tighter. “Colt…”
“Yeah…” He breathed. “I’d have taken your fucking cherry and I’d have made you gush all over me while I was doing it but go on, baby, tell me about your first fuck and I’ll let you come.”
Daniel swallowed, her throat clicking because it was so dry. “It was very…It was really…”
“Tell me or I’ll stop.”
“It was sex,” she blurted out. “Sex for the sake of sex. Pleasure came later.”
“Pleasure came later?” Colt’s laughed. “It was that bad and you’re asking the asshole back for a repeat performance?”
“People grow up,” Daniel moaned as his finger strummed at her sweet spot. “You don’t need to be jealous; if I’d known you back then I’d have thrown myself at you.” And Jem would have been nothing but wildly supportive.
“Good. Do it now.”
“Throw myself at you?” Daniel blinked. “I am. I do. Constantly.”
Colt shook his head. “Tell Hall to fuck off. Pick me instead.”
He kissed her before she could answer, as though scared of her response. Dimly Daniel realized what he was asking for was impossible. She needed to see Jem to have any chance of escaping. But Colt couldn’t know that, he needed to think she wanted to fuck her gay friend. He needed to believe she wouldn’t choose him. The no-win shitness of the circumstances made her pull away from him and scream. She screamed like Charlton Heston when he saw Lady Liberty on the beach.
“Daniel?” Colt said, understandably alarmed. “What’s wrong?”
“We can’t do this man. You’ll get fired.”
To her amazement Colt grinned, his fingers resuming their slow, torturous pulsing. “Oh we can do this. Elkin told me herself that if you had to have a lover she’d rather it was one of us.”
Daniel’s mouth fell open, but not for the reasons Colt might have guessed. “Don’t you think that’s a bit fucked up?
“No.” Colt drew his fingers out, making her whole body go taut as a bow. When he pushed them back in she actually sobbed his name. She wanted to protest, tell him to let go but it was impossible. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever felt so mastered, so safely in the hands of someone who knew exactly how to get her off. As if proving her point Colt’s thumb began to slick over her clit in slow, deliberate swipes, all but shoving her towards orgasm. “Minute we’re done here you’re gonna call Elkin,” he said into her neck. “You’re gonna tell her that lover-boy can fuck right off because you’re gonna be screwing me instead.”
“I can’t—”
Colt curled his fingers, stroking her with deliberation. “You like rim-jobs? I’d kill to eat your ass, Dani. Just…lap at it until you’re ready for me to slide my tongue inside.”
Daniel felt her whole body contract. Had anyone ever experienced outraged orgasm before? Because she was pretty sure she was about to have one. “Colt, we can’t do this…what about…”
She cast around for an excuse, any excuse. “What about Seb?”
Colt smiled wickedly at her. “You want him too, huh?”
“Yes.”
Normally Daniel would never have said that to a lover, especially while he was inside her but she needed an escape hatch. Bad. “I’ve been thinking about him ever since we kissed and I know how close you are. I don’t want to come between you.”
“Really?” Colt began kissing her collarbone, working his way up her neck. “I think you’d like coming between us.”
Daniel froze. “Surely you’re not suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, right?”
“You know Elkin said Seb was up for the job too but John wouldn’t let him.” He stroked a damp fingertip over her arsehole. “Picture it, me and him both taking what we want from your body at the same time…”
“I-I don’t understand,” she stammered refusing to think of such a thing. “You were jealous, the night Seb and I kissed you cracked the sads. Big time.”
Colt bit her neck in punishment. “That was before. When I thought I’d never get to lay a hand on you. Never get to touch you, never get to kiss you.” He kissed her again, as though reminding himself he could. “Seb’s a brother to me Dani. And brothers share things.”
He pressed a finger against her anus, the sensitive tissues burning like pleasurable fire. “Imagine it. His mouth on your tits while I play with your pussy. The two of us taking turns going down on you, getting you ready to take us.”
And she could imagine it. She had imagined it. She wasn’t going to tell Colt that though. “You’re crazy, it would never work.”
Colt chuckled. “I’ve watched you, sweetheart, I know how horny you get. Imagine having two dicks to play with. Two men. We’ll never be done fucking you.”
Her lust-riddled pussy betrayed her, tightening hard around Colt’s fingers. “God. God, I want to feel that.”
“I know you do. And if you’re very, very good baby you’ll get both of us inside you at once.”
He began working his fingers in tandem, the two in her pussy moving leisurely against the one in her arse. Her climax kicked into gear, making her dig her nails into Colt’s shoulders. “That’s it, think about us. Think about him in your ass, me in your pussy, moving real slow while you come around us.”
And she did. Goddammit, she did.
Her orgasm was unlike any she’d ever had before. The nerves in her back passage both dulled and enhanced the pleasure dragging her higher, prolonging her climax until she was sobbing Colt’s name.
He wasn’t cruel as she thought he’d be, he removed himself from her gently, kissing her neck and shoulders as she gasped for air. If anything, though that made it worse, him being so sweet when she knew as soon as she regained some base level of sanity she would need to reject him and she’d have to be cruel if she wanted to make it stick. Freedom, she reminded herself. Freedom.
“Can you put me down?” She asked when she finally regained her breath.
Colt gently set her on her feet. “How was that?”
Her lover’s big chest was heaving, his cock clearly visible through his dripping shorts. Daniel could see that like most American boys he was circumcised. “It was good, thanks.”
Colt’s dark brows drew together as he noted her apparent lack of sincerity. “You sure about that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, heart hammering. “It just can’t happen again.”
Colt looked like she’d slapped him in the face with the big fuck-off salmon that came in the wooden crate. “What?”
“We can’t do this again, Colt. I really want to see Jem.”
Just saying the words made her Daniel feel dizzy and sick but they had the desired effect, Colt took a step forward his face rigid with anger. “What the fuck?”
“I just…we’re so different, and this has gotten weirdly intense very, very quickly…”
Colt slapped a wet hand to his chest. “You said you wanted us. Me and Seb.”
“Yeah, while you were making me come. Don’t you think that’s leaning on the witness?”
She laughed, her body fizzling with faux excitement.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Colt snarled.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop. Fucking. Apologizing.” Colt moved closer, his enormity somehow more apparent than it had ever been before. Daniel was tall for a girl, too tall as her grandma had been fond of telling her, but Colt was a brick shithouse. “Okay you’re looking like you’re at a ten right now, do you think we could bring the macho raging down to a slightly more reasonable five?”
Colt ignored her. “You don’t want to be with me?”
“It’s not that it’s just…” She swallowed another inappropriate giggle. “I’m in jail dude, and Jem and I—”
“Don’t say his name in front of me.” Colt shook his head furiously, spraying water everywhere. He looked like a wild animal, caged and furious. “I don’t give a fuck about you being in here; if you wanted me you’d fucking have me.”
For once in her life Daniel was glad for the toxic levels of exhilaration pouring through her. Without them she’d never have been able to say what she said next. “Colt, open your eyes. We’re strangers who have a weird chemistry. I’m not your future baby momma. I’m not your friend. And no matter what you think about the fact you’ve been hired to guard me, it isn’t a fucking turn on knowing you’re one of the three people keeping me locked up in a less waterboardy version of Guantanamo Bay. I mean the mere fact that you used to kill people for Uncle Sam doesn’t do a lot for me.”
Daniel had been expecting anger. She was ready for anger. What she wasn’t ready for was for Colt to crumble like a compressed sugar cube, for his shoulders to slump and his mouth to go slack and pain, real pain, to surface in his eyes. “So that’s what you think, huh?”
“Colt, you shouldn’t care what I think.” Another truth, only lightly seasoned with lies.
“So you want me to go?”
Throw it, Schwartz, throw the fucking stone. She wrinkled her nose. “I think you probably should.”
Colt’s scrubbed a hand across his handsome face. “Jesus.”
“I’m sorry I let you finger me,” she continued, salting his wounds for good measure. “Nothing should have happened between us and I was selfish to let you try. I’m sorry.”
Colt’s eyes were black with anger. “Don’t you fucking apologize to me for that.”
“Sorry,” Daniel said without thinking then covered her mouth with her hands. “Shit! Sorry.”
Colt nodded slowly, his expression blank, almost placid. Then he walked over to the bathroom wall and punched it with a quick snap of his arm. The tile cracked and Daniel was sure Colt had split his knuckles. Sure enough when he stepped away, there was blood smeared all over his hand and the wall.
“Fuck!” Daniel said. “Do you want some ice or a—”
“No.” Colt bundled his damaged hand up in his good one and left her bathroom without another word, leaving a trail of shining trainer footprints in his wake.