Justified Love (The Southern Gentleman Series Book 1) (21 page)

“I would like that,” I said giving him a slight smile.

“Come. I’ll run you a shower. You can get the stickiness of that drink off you,” he said pulling me into the bedroom. Colt bent down before me and took my heels off for me one at a time. It was the sweetest thing, looking at him catering to my every need. I have never had someone so determined to make me happy. After stripping my jeans off, I met Colt in the bathroom where he was placing a towel on the counter.

“There’s shampoo, conditioner, soap and one of those loofa things in the shower,” he pointed out.

“There’s a brand new toothbrush and hairbrush in a basket under the sink. Next to those are extra towels, if you need them. If you need anything else, holler at me. O.K.?”

“Thank you for being so wonderful,” I said kissing him.

“You don’t have to thank me, babe. I would do this for you even if you weren’t my girlfriend,” he confessed. “But, I much rather you be my girlfriend and I take care of you.”

Letting the hot water and steam consume my body never felt so good. Stepping out of the shower, Colt had left me the biggest, fluffiest towels. I felt like I was in a fancy New York hotel the way I was being pampered. Drying off, I extracted a new toothbrush and hairbrush exactly where Colt said they’d be. Feeling fresh and clean, I walked into Colt’s closet to find something to wear. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Colt’s jersey. I rolled on the jersey, which was two times too big for me. His jersey was soft from the multiple cycles from the wash, but still smelt like Colt. Wrapping my hair in the towel, I opened the bathroom door with hairbrush in hand.

“Your shower is heaven,” I proclaimed.

“I’m sorry, did you say something? I was too distracted by my hot-ass girlfriend wearing my jersey. I can’t promise I’ll be a gentleman tonight, but I’ll try.”

“I know you have restraint, babe, but I do love your shower.”

“I’m so glad you liked it. Did you find everything you needed?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

Sitting on the bed, I pulled the towel from my head and flipped my auburn hair.

“Babe, you’re making this “gentleman” crazy right now. You’re going to need to dress like a nun from now on if you want me to behave myself.”

“I have faith you can be a gentleman,” I said giggling. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I began to brush out my hair.

“Let me help you,” he asked extending a hand for the brush. Turning around, I hadn’t had my hair brushed since Harley brushed it the night of the milkshake incident. Coincidentally, another night destroyed by Paisley.

After untangling my hair for me, Colt gently kissed my neck and pulled me next to him. Pulling the covers over us, I turned my head facing him. Turning to look at me, he gently took his hand and stroked my cheek.

“Carrington Grace Mason, how did you do it?” he asked.

“How did I do what?” I asked. “How did you capture my heart?”

“It’s a gift I guess,” I said while giggling.

“Well, I thoroughly enjoy your presents then,” he responded. Kissing me sweetly, I rolled over so Colt could hold me. Circling his arms around me, we finally drifted asleep. That night I never slept so peacefully.

Chapter 17

As the sheer curtains billowed through the room from the morning breeze, I couldn’t help but wrap myself in the comfort of Colt’s white cotton sheets. The sunlight hit my face and brought out a huge smile across my lips. Rolling over, I noticed a note on the nightstand. I must have been out cold not to hear Colt get up and go to work. Rubbing the pillow where his head rested just hours before, I could still smell him all over. Grabbing the note, I rolled over onto my back.

Carr-

Good morning, beautiful. You looked so peaceful sleeping. I couldn’t bear to wake you. You looked like an angel the way your hair laid across the pillow. I hope you had a good night’s sleep. I know I did. I could get used to waking up with you in my arms.

There’s coffee in the kitchen or orange juice in the fridge. If you’re hungry, feel free to take whatever you want. Whenever you decide to leave, and there is no rush, I left a spare key on the kitchen table.

I shouldn’t be at the office long, but I’ll meet you at the parade. I’ll be the one dressed in red.

XO

Your Sherlock

Colt was too funny, “I’ll be the one dressed in red.”

Laying the note on the comforter, I flailed in excitement. I can’t believe I’m in Colt’s bed - my boyfriend. Grabbing my purse from the floor, I pulled out my cell phone and found Man of My Dreams in my contacts and began drafting a text.

Carrington
: Thank you for my note this morning. That was awful thoughtful of you.

Seconds later as if he was waiting next to his phone.

Man of my dreams
: I contemplated pillaging your body, but thought that might tarnish my reputation.

Carrington
: Well, seeing as I’m the new town hussy, I don’t think that would have been a problem.

Man of my dreams
: You’re definitely not a hussy, but I’ll keep that in my back pocket for next time.

Carrington
: Next time?

Man of my dreams
: Of course! I’m not letting you go that easily.

Carrington
: Am I being held captive?

Man of my dreams
: Only if you want to be.

Carrington
: Oh, I definitely want to be. And, by the way, your sheets are exceptional. I’m having a ball rolling around in them right now.

Man of my dreams
: Is that so? What else would I find if I walked in on you right now? Would I see those sexy lace panties on my floor?

Carrington
: I can make that happen if you want.

Man of my dreams
: Well now. If you’re going to discard those sexy panties, you might as well discard the jersey as well. Seems silly to wear that as well.

Carrington
: Oh, of course. Nothing like a silly jersey to ruin a fashion statement. If I’m naked, I can’t very well leave the apartment.

Man of my dreams
: Who says I want you to leave?

Carrington
: What would you have me do then? I have to do something with my time till you get home.

Man of my dreams
: Hmmm, I have an idea.

Carrington
: Want to enlighten me? Remember, I’m a very important person and have many things to do today.

This is getting real. I like where he’s going with this. Who needs panties and a top?

Man of my dreams
: I want to walk in and see you running your hands up and down those amazing breasts of yours.

Carrington
: Is that so? Amazing, huh? And then…

Man of my dreams
: Touch yourself while I tell you what I want to see…

Yeah, this is happening. Sexting with my man is so fucking hot.

Man of my dreams
: …run those delicate fingertips across your delectable nipples. Make them hard for me…

I’m in so much trouble, but God, this feels good…

Man of my dreams
: Picture me running my tongue across those taught nipples…

This man…oh my…

Man of my dreams
: From the lack of response I hope my girl is feeling good right now….

More than you know baby…

Man of my dreams
: Imagine me running my tongue down your stomach…kissing every inch of your body…

I should just call him and make him come home…. he’s driving me crazy.

Man of my dreams
: Visualize me spreading those beautiful legs and kissing your inner thighs….up one side and down the other…

God, I’m so turned on right now….don’t stop…

Man of my dreams
: Can you picture that baby?

Carrington
: Yes, baby…please don’t stop…

Man of my dreams
: Carr you have me so hard right now. Just knowing you’re at my place touching yourself is driving me crazy.

Man of my dreams
: I wanna be the one touching you. Running my tongue over your sex. Massaging your clit.

Sweet mother I’m going to come…

Man of my dreams
: Circling…sucking…flicking that sweet spot…. until you come…

Oh…my….

Man of my dreams
: Come for me, baby…I wanna know you're getting off in my bed right now...

Ohhhh fuckkkk…. what is this man doing to me…

Man of my dreams
: Did that feel good, baby?

Carrington
: More than you could possibly know :)

Man of my dreams
: I’m going to have blue balls until I can get my hands on you.

Carrington
: Don’t worry. When I see you, I’ll return the favor in person. Just let the image of my hot, naked body, getting off in your bed sear itself in that gorgeous head of yours.

Man of my dreams
: You are good… evil, but good.

Carrington
: That’s why you adore me.

Man of my dreams
: I do…and much more.

Hmm…ok…I’m interested.

Carrington
: Really?

Man of my dreams
: Yes, ma’am. I hate to sext and run, but I do need to get some work done so I can get to you as quickly as possible.

Man of my dreams
: I’m really glad you texted me this morning :) I will see you at the parade, my darlin’.

Carrington
: I look forward to it.

Never, did I think in a million years, I would be sexting Colton Wilson, in his bed, and getting off. I wanted this man so bad but more than that, I was falling hard for him. I think I love him. I guess I always knew I did, but this is the first time I’m admitting it. I love Colton Wilson. I’m completely, and totally bat-shit crazy, in love with this man.
Holt shit! I’m in love with Colton Wilson!

●

Tidying up for Colt, I grabbed the key off the counter and headed for the door. Still wearing his jersey, I slipped on my jeans and carried my heels. I truly look like a walk of shame right now.
Too bad it was more like strut my inner slut kind of walk.
  Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I called Harley to come pick me up and take me back to my house. Laying on the horn right as I passed her hood, I flicked her off.

“Really, Har? Was that totally and completely necessary?” I said giving her shove.

“Ummm, that’s not the shirt I sent you home in last night. What have you been doing you dirty hooker?”

“Actually, we didn’t have sex last night. I took a shower, and we went to bed. It was completely innocent.” I said thinking about the sexting we did this morning. That wasn’t exactly innocent.

“You’re getting more action than I have in a year. I’m so envious!”

            “Wanna hear something crazy,” I said. “I think Colt’s the one. I mean I’ve only had years of yearning to prove that, but I really do think he’s the one.

“Honey, I knew it years ago. I’m just glad you’re finally accepting what the fates have in store for you. Reaching over and giving Harley a hug and kiss on the cheek, I was in total bliss.

●

After cleaning up, changing and picking up Skye, we were on our way to the parade. The streets were littered with people. Sitting on the curb were the town’s children, spread across the streets in all ages and varieties. Just like the little ones Har, Skye and I popped a squat on the curb and shared a bag of Auntie May’s Kettle Corn. Still warm from the kettle we licked our fingers as if we were ten again.

If I couldn’t be queen, all I asked for was to have someone that truly deserved it, and Sadie deserved it. I didn’t need a scepter or crown to know I was loved and adored by the people I cared about. I already knew I was loved and had everything I ever needed. I had food in my mouth, clothes on my back, a good man to love and a roof over my head.
Oh God, a roof over my head.
I swore I wouldn’t let anything distract me while I was here, and here I am, sitting on a curb stuffing my face when I should be working on Dad’s case. I needed to get moving on that tomorrow, no more excuses. But Colt was so irresistible.
No, Carr. You have a job to do.

Waiting on the sidewalk, I pulled out my phone and sent Colt a quick text.

Carrington
: Hey babe, just wanted to let you know I was thinking of you, and can’t wait till you get here.

Ten minutes passed and I still had not heard back from Colt. He must be busy. I don’t want to be the nagging girlfriend, so I’ll leave it be.

Man of my dreams
: Sorry baby, Dad’s all over my ass with this deal. Give me 15, and I’ll be there. Make sure those lips are ready for me.

Woman of my dreams
: I can’t wait. These lips are always ready for you. I’ll see you when you get here. XO

Colton
: XO

Thank goodness. I started to think the worse for a minute. There you go again thinking the worst. Stop being so insecure mama!

“Look! It’s Sadie!” Skye yelled snapping me out of my love haze.

Sadie looked so beautiful. She was wearing a throwback to the fifties ball gown. Her gown was baby pink with a hoop skirt and a ton of tulle. She was beaming. As soon as she saw us, we started jumping up and down like a bunch of groupies. It felt good to know that Sadie was so excited and that she deserved this accolade. Following the tail end of the parade, I took a minute to enjoy the confetti of tissue paper squares falling on my face.
You are the Queen in your own way, baby girl. Enjoy this moment and this feeling.

“Are you coming?” Harley said for the second time.

“Earth to Carrington!” Skye chimed in.

“Shit, yeah, I’m coming. I was getting caught up in the moment,” I confessed.

“Hurry up before they start a fight without us!”

I was a little rusty, but I was ready to take down some plastic Barbies. I was ready for a fight. I was prepared to be the last woman standing. Suddenly, out of the blue I felt a kiss on my neck while I was putting my hair up.