Chapter Five
After a good thirty minutes, they arrived at their destination. He parked his vehicle next to the other two he owned and stopped the engine.
“Wait.”
He went to her side of the car and opened the door. Taking her hand, he helped her out. To his relief, her grip was once again firm and her eyes had lost their panicky appearance.
“What is this place?”
“My home.”
Colt led her to the cabin. They climbed the stairs to the porch and into the house. He punched the code to deactivate the alarm and then switched on the lights. Grace hadn’t moved from the doorstep.
“You live here?”
Colt turned around. He tried to visualize how his home would appear to a visitor. Whitewashed walls. Dark furniture. Everything in place. No pictures, no flowers, no clutter. No touches which made a house a home. For the first time, it made him uncomfortable. He wanted to offer Grace more, but he didn’t have it. He shrugged.
“I come here occasionally,” he said.
Grace scrunched up her nose, but didn’t comment further. Colt moved to the open concept kitchen. Even here, the appearance was the same. Black marble countertops. Steel chrome appliances. No dirty dishes. No leftover crumbs.
“Would you like something to drink? Water? Coke? Beer? Maybe wine or whiskey?”
Grace stood behind the island, clutching her stomach. She bit her lip.
“Water, please.”
Colt grabbed a beer for himself and filled a glass for Grace. He handed it to her.
“Thanks.”
She leaned her hip against the counter and took a sip. She closed her eyes briefly, a wrinkle of what he assumed was pain marking her forehead. Colt took a gulp of his drink. They had better put some ice on that bruise before it got worse. His gaze traveled over her, for the first time taking in her appearance. She had dressed to impress. The fitted red dress she wore reached slightly above her knees and accentuated every one of her curves. His cock twitched. He dipped lower. His mouth dried, bringing back the events of a few hours ago. Her knees were scraped and bloodied, and now that he looked more carefully, her clothes were torn and stained, too. Colt sighed.
“We need to get you out of your clothes.”
“What?” Grace set the empty glass on the counter.
“As much as I want to undress you and fuck you, angel, I’m only saying this because you’ve stained that sexy dress.”
She glanced at her clothes.
“Also your knees are scraped, your lip is bleeding, and either we get some ice on your eye or you won’t be able to open it,” he continued. “Sit down.” He headed for the fridge and pulled out some ice cubes. Wrapping them in a kitchen towel, he handed it to her.
“Hold it to your eye.”
Grabbing another cloth, Colt dipped it in water. He came to stand in front of Grace. His breath caught. Gone was the beautiful smile he’d fallen for in that picture on her father’s desk. The eyes were no longer dancing with life and joy, instead, what he saw, both scared the shit out of him and compelled him to get closer.
Trust.
“Don’t move.” His voice came out huskier than normal and he cleared it. Then, he dabbed Grace’s lip. The cut was small. Fortunately, Misha hadn’t done too much harm. He couldn't figure out what he wanted with her. Misha was an expert in beatings. He hurt people until they were within an inch of their life, then left them. It was an easy way to convince someone to do something or other. Why Grace? Did her brother need more persuading even after the murder of their father? He touched her lip again, Grace’s sharp intake of breath loud in his ears. His cock jumped.
“Did I hurt you?
“No.”
Gently, he pressed his mouth to hers.
“Now?”
She shook her head, all the while still holding the ice pack to her face, squeezing it so tightly her knuckles were white.
Colt wet the cloth again and returned to her side. He kneeled before her, making a show of removing her shoes. Next, he took his time lifting her skirt, revealing inch by inch her milky white, tantalizing skin. With every bit he pulled back, his cock grew harder until it throbbed with unyielding desire.
Wrapping his hand around her thigh, he marveled at the contrast. His hands were tanned, gruff. Her flesh was soft, malleable. Colt ran his fingertip over the material of her stocking. Deftly, he unclipped the garters and, hooking his fingers over the tights, he slowly rolled off one, then the other.
He glanced at Grace. Her compelling eyes trailed his every movement and a delicious flush crept from her cheeks downward.
“I’m going to wash your knees now.”
“Okay.”
Keeping his hand around her leg, Colt cleaned one knee and then the other. There was more blood than actual injury and he absently wondered how much was hers and how much Misha’s.
“Did it hurt?” he asked while setting the cloth aside.
“It stung a little,” she confessed.
“Let me make it better,” he offered.
Grace nodded.
Colt slid his palm further up Grace’s legs. She parted them slightly, giving him more access. With his fingertips, he brushed her pussy. She let out a soft moan. Colt pressed harder, teasing her slit, finding her hot and wet against his digits.
“Let’s put this aside for a little bit,” he said, taking the ice from her hands and setting it down beside her.
Moving closer, he kissed her, slowly teasing her mouth open. She responded by opening up to him and entwining her tongue around his. Colt groaned. He wrapped his hand around her waist, bringing her closer and slipped his other hand beneath her panties. Teasing her hole with a digit, he entered. Grace gasped and threw back her head. Colt dropped kisses down her neck while pushing two fingers into her and pumping.
“You’re so damn wet and hot, angel. I need to fuck you, Grace.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
Colt picked her up and set her on the floor.
“Lift your arms.”
She did and he helped her out of her dress. His breath hitched.
“You’re wearing red,” he stated dumbly.
Grace grinned.
“You did say it was your favorite color. I aim to please.”
“Don’t move.”
Colt took a step back to take her in. Grace stood before him in a blood red lingerie set, consisting of a low-cut bra, tiny thong, and garter, all in a sheer material which allowed him to see her taut nipples and swollen pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you, Grace.” He undid the buttons of his shirt, and removed it. “I’m going to do it hard and fast, because I can’t wait another moment.”
“Do it,” she said. “Fuck me.”
Colt weighed one breast in his hand, teasing the erect nipple with his thumb. Lowering the bra cup, he brought his head down to it, licking around the areola before sucking hard. Grace moaned. He did the same with the other breast.
Grace tugged at his belt loops, undoing them. He watched her face as she lowered his zipper. Her tongue peeked between her teeth, wetting her lips, making him hungrier for her. He rushed through the motions, picking a condom from the back pocket of his jeans, tearing it open and rolling it on.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, while grabbing her ass and lifting her.
She did as he asked. His cock rested at her entrance, the welcoming heat almost making him lose his load. He lunged forward, entering her in one movement. He breathed hard through his nose, giving her a moment to adjust to his girth, then he pulled back. Grace’s fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her mouth fell open and tiny little cries of pleasure urged him forward.
Faster.
Harder.
Until their bodies slapped together and sweat coated their flesh. Colt gritted his teeth. He was so close, but not without her, not without giving her the release she needed. Cupping her head, he brought her forward so he could kiss her again. The change in angle was just what she needed, because she screamed her release into his mouth, triggering his own.