Coletrane (12 page)

Pushing her away, I unzipped the back of the expensive black lace gown, handling it with care. My fingers followed the parting zipper, coasting down her silky skin to the base of her spine where I stopped. I pulled down the long sleeves until the entire top of the dress fell to her waist . . . and she stood, back-to, breasts bare.

Sin crushed her tits to my hands as soon as I palmed them. Sucking the side of her neck, I flicked the small silver hoops, listening to her hiss.

“Hurry! I can’t be away too long.”

“You ready?” My voice growled out of me.

“Yes. Yes!”

“Good. Because it’s gonna feel really intense with the plug in your ass and me in your cunt. Fast and deep.”

I wasn’t surprised she looked about to snap from tension. I nearly set myself off with my words.

Prodding her to a waist-high table that looked sturdy enough to hold up while I powered into her from behind, I skated my palm down her spine one more time. “I need you to bend over and hold your skirt up over your ass, precious. We don’t want to ruin your sexy dress, do we?”

I jerked off my jacket, threw it aside.

Sin sobbed with desire, her body shaking. She rucked the skirt up over her ankles, to her knees, up her thighs, and high over her hips where she held it in a tight grip.

Black thong. Barely a scrap of material between her cheeks, with bows on the side. I tugged one string then the other, and the fabric floated to the floor.

“Fucking hell, Sin. Don’t move.”

I unbuttoned my shirt in a fury, losing a button in the process. I didn’t care. Loosened the tie. Unzipped my pants and dropped everything to my straining thighs.

My cock absolutely throbbed at the sight of her bent over. Mine for the taking. Begging. Pleading. My eyes roamed from the hellacious heels up her long creamy legs, to the sweetheart ass. Her pussy peeked between her spread legs, pulsing and wet. And then the flat heart-shaped base of the plug, nestled between the mounds of her ass.

“One hand only to hold the skirt. You’re gonna need the other to brace against the table.”

She wiggled her ass, moaning in need.

“I. Said. Don’t. Move.” Picking up her bidder paddle from earlier, I swatted her on the ass.

She whined, stretching up on her toes. “I need you inside me. Please hurry. Please, Cole.”

I handled myself as little as possible while I rolled on a condom. Any little outside force could trigger my orgasm.

Stepping up to her, I lined up and rammed into her tight clutching heat.

“
Oohhh!
”

My balls slapped her pussy and clit, and I knocked her legs out even farther. She was snug as a glove around me, a living liquid fist.

Pulling back, my hands on her hips, my thumbs dipping toward the crevice of her ass, I slammed in again.

I tried to be quiet. I couldn’t contain a grunt of satisfaction, feeling her suck me in, in, in.

On the next brutal thrust, Sin screamed my name and it echoed off the walls.

“
Shhh
, Sin. Don’t forget where we are. I’m gonna hear you yell at the top of your lungs again, but this isn’t the time”—
deep jarring lunge
—“or the place. Remember, I’ve got a perfectly good tie to gag you with.”

Her body was already set to go off. She made a muffled sound of agreement. I reached under her, remaining deep-rooted inside her, and played with the rings through her nipples.

Her tits were heavy in my hands, the nipples more pronounced than ever.

A spike of need shot through me.

Sin lay beneath me, nearly pinned to the table, skirts hiked up, her pussy rippling around my cock as I swelled larger, grew harder. I gasped against her neck, waiting, waiting . . .

“Fuck me. Please. Stop teasing me. I need—”

Withdrawing before she could finish, I plowed back into her. I picked up the paddle and spanked her bouncing ass with it. Every deep stroke inside her stoked the raging fire between us.

I kept slapping her as her ass heated against my pelvis, and my cock plundered in and out.

“If we were at my place I’d be full-on spanking you. You’d be screaming, coming all over me in seconds.”

The words left my mouth. The paddle landed on her ass. My cock burrowed deep inside. And Sin came. Her body arched up, and an indescribable fist vibrated around my shaft.

Dropping the paddle, I bent my knees. I fucked her hard through another orgasm that slammed inside her so fast I nearly lost my load.

“Oh my God. My body’s so full. I can’t . . . I can’t . . .” She pressed back against me. “Yes. More. More.
Pleeeease
!” Another orgasm ripped through her.

I claimed the sexy socialite/sex kitten as mine. All mine . . . inside and out . . .

“If we were at my place, I’d have you tied up. You’d be howling. But I can’t tie you up here. Next time.” Leaning back, I watched her swollen pussy accept me over and over again.

My powerful pelvis slammed the plug harder and deeper with each thrust. The heavy metal shape snug inside her ass rubbed my cock through the thin membrane. A deep internal massage on my length, arousing me even more.

Sin pushed up on her arms, tossed her head back. “I wish you could come inside me. I want to feel it.”

I bowed up over her, biting my lip not to roar. My spurting cock dragged me forward, deeper. The plug and her tight, shaking insides coaxed the come out of my center, deep from my balls. A sheet of heat bloomed all over me, something so wild I locked in place until the last bursts rushed out of me.

“Holy fucking . . .”
shit.
I collapsed over her, on the edge of blacking out completely.

It took me several minutes to get my shit together. When I did, I stood up and helped Sin from the table. I held her against me, my big thighs shaking. Every muscle in my body juddering before relaxing.

“Fuck. I need a smoke after that.” My laugh sounded hoarse.

“Me too.”

Gently touching her bottom, I lightly tapped the plug. “We should get this out now.”

“You won’t hurt me when you do it?”

“Never hurt you. Never.” My heart fucking expanded in my chest. “Won’t take a second.”

Ditching the condom, I pulled up my pants. I sat Sin on the settee and got on my knees in front of her after snatching the bottles of water. “Let’s get you sorted out. I want you to take Advil later tonight. Don’t want you to be sore.”

Her hand stroked my jaw, and I kissed her palm before setting to work.

The plug was out in a flash, and I was there, spreading ointment from a tube I’d tucked into my pocket back at home. Using my handkerchief—the one that had been steamed and ironed by Frankie the Tailor—I wetted it with a few drops of water and cleaned between her legs.

I rubbed her arms when I was done. “Okay?”

“I needed that.”

“No shit. Me too.”

I stood Sin up and fixed her dress, repinned stray wisps of hair, made sure she still looked like perfection.

She buttoned my shirt, smiling when she came to the missing button, and kissed my lips.

Scooping up the plug, I wrapped it in her discarded thong.

“Cole!”

“What? It’s not like you’ll be needing these anymore. Just putting my stamp of approval on them.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Back atcha.” I winked.

I snuck the package into the inside pocket of my jacket. A little bulge showed inside my suit, but at least it wasn’t the other bulge I had to worry about anymore.

“Mademoiselle?” I bowed low after unlocking and opening the door.

Downstairs, we separated at the johns so we could clean up a little more thoroughly. Of course I was out first. I waited outside the lady’s room, my jacket hooked over my shoulder, sleeves folded over my tatted forearms, throat-choking tie loosened at my collar.

While I lounged against the wall I got my own fair share of attention.

Whaddya know about that?

Too bad I wasn’t interested at fucking all.

Sin exited the bathroom, and I pinched her ass
just because
as I tucked my arm around her.

I felt so freakin’ high no drug could ever compare. Beautiful night, stand-out woman who understood me, big expensive bash . . .

We strolled back into the ballroom to witness total pandemonium.

Women were shrieking. People hightailed it out the big French doors. Waitstaff watched with their mouths wide open.

In the middle of it all?

Curtis, Kyle, and Brett.

DOWN-AND-OUT WAS out to party tonight.

I shoved Sin behind me.

“What are they doing here?” she asked.

“I don’t even want to know. Stay here.”

No one made a damn move to stop the wasters as they helped themselves to the drinks and buffet.

I hissed one last time at Sin, “Stay put.”

“Old buddy, old pal!” Curtis shouted when he saw me approaching him.

He appeared a little twitchy, probably needing a new fix. If anything he was even more tweaked out than the last time I’d seen him.

“Why you been holding out on us?” He rubbed the loose sweatshirt cuff against his nose.

My shoulders bunched. My fists balled. “What are you doing here?”

“Grabbin’ a piece of the action.” Brett—as overgrown as an ape on anabolic overload—pinched the ass of a woman who tried to slide past him. “You can’t be keepin’ this all to yourself.”

Kyle stuffed a fistful of food into his mouth, spewing crumbs all over his stringy goatee. “We gotta get in on the gain, lucky fucker.”

Curtis shifted the ever-present sweatshirt hood from his head and toed up to me. “So how much you askin’ for a cut?”

“
What?
”

“You ain’t scamming these high so-ciety ladies? You really did lose it.”

“Cole. What do they want?” Sin pressed against me.

“Well, well, well. We meet again. Ain’t you a priceless piece.” Brett’s gaze—cold and hard—skipped to mine. “Thought you didn’t know her? Turns out you’re money-grubbing her?”

“I told you to stay put, Sin.” My blood raced through my veins as if I’d just taken a hit of steroids myself.

“Well, I don’t follow all your orders!”

The rest of them ringed around, leering at Sin.

“Who the hell are you?” Leland boomed, striding up to us.

“Who are
you
, gramps?” Curtis asked.

“I don’t answer to scrawny little shitheads. Get out of here,” Leland commanded, his jaw jutting hard.

Dumbass Curtis drained a glass, reaching for another from a shocked waiter.

“Nah. I don’t think so.” He nodded his head toward me. “How well do you know our boy Coletrane here?”

A deadly storm brewed inside me, but I kept my face cool. “Shut up, Curt.”

“Looks like he’s screwing your precious daughter and trying to screw her over,” Kyle spoke up over a mouthful of food. “You know
that
?”

I leaped forward in a blind rage, hauling him around and cranking his arms behind his back. “I said
shut. Up.
”

His friends, my former cohorts, laughed at the spectacle.

“I’ve called the cops, Daddy.” Sin glanced worriedly at me.

“Oh,
Daddy
, huh? It’s like that, is it?” Kyle snickered.

“She’s my daughter.” Leland got nose-to-nose with him as I held him in my straining arms. “You lay a hand on her and—”

“I don’t even like you lookin’ at her.” In one swift move, I spun Kyle around.

With his filthy hair coiled in my hand, I drew back my other fist and slammed him in the face.

The impact jarred my arm. Blood spurted from his nose, but all he did was peal out a maniacal laugh.

I pushed the asshole away from me, clenching and unclenching my fist. One punch wasn’t enough.

Leland’s eyes darkened. “Are you on drugs?” he asked Kyle, who couldn’t stop laughing.

He sobered enough to shrug. “So what if I am. Wouldn’t be the first
or
the last time, right, Cole?”

My worst fears were coming true right in front of my eyes . . .

Suddenly the sound of sirens washed over the gripping silence.

The party crashers sprang to life at the noise. They eyed all the exits and dashed to the closest one.

Event ruined. People scattered. Hopefully nothing of value had been stolen. Just my hope of a relationship with Sin.

I dropped my head, inhaling a deep breath.

Turning to Mr. Chatham, I met his eyes with the somber depths of mine. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know them . . . anymore. I never would’ve imagined this.”

He said nothing.

My gaze skittered to Sin then back to her father.

I cleared my throat of the saw blades that seemed embedded in it. “Would you make sure Sin gets home okay?”

He nodded curtly, once. “I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all night.”

I marched toward Regina Chatham, unwilling to leave without apologizing to her, too. “I’m very sorry, ma’am.”

She gave me a sad smile. One I was unable to return.

Then I made a beeline for the door. I couldn’t look at Sin. I couldn’t let her get any more involved with me.

“Cole?” she called out. “Coletrane Sawyer, where do you think you’re going?”

I kept walking away.

I heard her behind me, trying to catch up.

“Cole!”

Stopping and spinning around, I met her head on. “Don’t you ever run after me. Ever. I don’t deserve it. Don’t deserve you. You’re worth ten thousand of me. You understand me?”

“No. I don’t. What happened here was a—”

“Precious, we’re from two separate worlds. Surely you can see that now.” I turned to leave.

She grabbed my arm. “Don’t you
dare
walk away from me.”

Once more standing off with her, I pushed her back. “Don’t you get it? I brought this on. It’s because you know me, this . . .
wreckage
happened. They followed me, or they found out about us, and I’m no goddamn good for you.”

“You’ve only ever been good to me.” She cupped my face.

“That’s ridiculous.” I recoiled. “How can you even say that after what I’ve done to you.”

“I loved it all. Asked for it all.” She drew me down, kissing me. “You made sure of that.”

“No.” I punched the wall beside her. “No, Sin. You’ll thank me for this later.”

“I’ll be too busy cursing you out later!”

“Good. I hope you do.” A pain I’d never experienced before ripped through my heart.

“Are going back to
them
? To the women you were screwing before me? Is that why?” she hissed.

“Woman, I don’t think I could ever go back to that after you.” My voice broke. “I could never go back to them in a thousand years, not after what I’ve had with you. You’re one in a million, and don’t you ever forget it.”

Her brilliant green eyes filled with tears, and I just couldn’t face that. Couldn’t stand there and watch her cry, wanting nothing more than to comfort her.

In the long run, this was better.

I stalked out of the room, out of the building, down the street before my resolve cracked. I reached Hunter’s truck.

“FUCK!” I kicked a tire.

Kicked it again.

Flipped around and rested against the hood with my head in my hands.

“
Fuck
.”

Despair.

Hopelessness.

Pain.

Most of all pain.

I’d lost Sin.

I could never be the right man for her.