Salem Charm: Book 3 of Colson Brothers Series (15 page)

He stopped to look down at me as his fingers walked and tickled their way down. “I love everything about you Barbara. Everything in me wants to give you all the love you deserve in this life. I want to be the first thing you think about and see every morning, and the last at night as you fall asleep in my arms. I could go on for days about all the things I love about you, but right now what I really want to do is touch you. Taste you. Memorize every inch of you, then drive you wild with one orgasm after another until you scream my name and beg for me to make love to you.”

“I thought I would be more nervous, but after the dressing room adventure, this feels pretty tame.”

He smiled and I knew there was not only a lover on top of me, he was my friend. Someone I could talk to, joke with, and learn from. Everything I know about intimacy is being taught by Lou. I want to know more. I want to know everything he wants from me, so I can give it, and love him back.

“It won’t feel so tame in a minute. I do appreciate a good challenge, and you my love, have been a challenge from day one.” He kissed his way south.

Anticipation built up as the warmth of his chest against mine left me for tender kisses and little nips. I lost my grip on his shoulders and grabbed the sheets when he parted my legs. He touched me with his finger first. “Miss me baby?” He sucked his finger clean and my head fell back. I can’t watch!!

His tongue was next as it gently explored driving me to the brink. Then he slowed taking me back down.

I felt pressure at my core as he asked, “May I?”

I nodded nervously biting my lip.

“It’s going to hurt a little at first. I’ll be gentle. Tell me to stop any time. Okay?”

I nodded again unable to look at him.

He kissed the inside of my thigh and began working his finger gently into me. I felt a bit of pressure, and a very slight pinch of pain. Everything is so wet down there. I can’t believe that’s just me. I feel so, brazen.

“Now for a little fun.” He said in a soft husky voice. He moved out, and all the way in, then out, and back in. “Okay honey?”

I nodded eagerly pushing back for more. “Again.”

“Shit.” He cussed and I felt his teeth bite into my flesh as he groaned.

I propped up on my elbows and asked. “Are you okay?”

He shook his head and laughed as he looked up at me, “You just made me come in my pants.”

“You did??” I smiled bigger than I should have because having such an effect on a man like Lou is so flattering it floors me. I’ve never felt so, sexy. I’ve never felt sexy period.

“I did. What are you smiling about??” He’s trying to look offended, but the knowing little grin tells me he knows exactly how I feel right now. I find it interesting that such an emotion can go both ways. It’s created another layer to our new evolving bond.

I put my head back down and covered my face, “You overwhelm me with your compliments.”

“Let’s see if can overwhelm you with something else.” He picked up his previous rhythm and I was quickly lost in a sea of sensations I had no idea existed. It’s like he’s using my body as a musical instrument with my moans another musical note as the music builds.

I called mercy after the fifth, or was it sixth. I’ve lost track, but I know i’m getting a little sore, and if we still have to ride tomorrow I don’t want to be terribly uncomfortable. I remember scolding him for purposely wearing me out so I wouldn’t have the energy to argue with him about letting me touch him.

He just trapped my wandering hands in his, tucked
me into his shoulder and wrapped the comforter around us and kissed the top of my head. “Sleep my little angel.”

We must not have closed the curtains in the bedroom last night because a bright glaring light woke me up. When I blinked my eyes open trying to focus I realized the sun is up and reflecting proudly off the glass from another hotel room right into ours.

When I tried to move I had to laugh because the big heavy man I fell in love with so quickly is almost completely on top of me.

As I watched him sleep I wondered what his home is like in Washington. Does he have a house? An apartment? What does the inside look like? Is it bare, or decorated with a bunch of girly magazines and motorcycle parts? I can picture him on a ratty old couch rebuilding some greasy part with the television blaring classic rock from across the room.

I moved his hair off his face and tilted my head to see if he’s asleep. He’s so peaceful. He’s a lot different like this than when he’s angry, or worried to the point of snapping at me. Part of me likes knowing I can affect him so intensely. The other part would much rather see him like this.

He moaned waking up because I’m playing in his beard.

“It’s morning.” I whispered.

He hugged me under the weight of his body. “Mmmm. I like waking up with breakfast in bed.”

I laughed because he’s tickling my side and kissing my neck.

“Oh yeah, I could get used to this.” He nipped along my jaw and ran his hand down my side and to my thigh.

“No, it’s my turn.” I closed my legs and rolled to my side taking away his ‘breakfast’. “I don’t want to argue with you before coffee. Lay back.” I gave him a little poke in the shoulder.

He groaned and rolled to his back keeping his boxers on and put his hands behind his head. “Be gentle.”

I sat up and hooked the hem of his shorts with my fingers until his long hard shaft appeared tip first. I wondered for a second if it would ever end as I tugged the elastic down over his butt.

When I slid up to touch him with my nose it jumped.

I squealed then laughed, “Hey!! Did you do that?” I looked up at him.

He gave me a look that told me he was guilty.

I rolled my eyes, “Be nice.”

He laughed and let his head fall back. “Take me in your hand, not your mouth.”

“What did I tell you about dictating?” I flicked his tip with my tongue having settled into a nice position on his hip to play. His skin is soft, but he’s very firm underneath.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth.” he breathed as I tried to see if his tip would fit in my mouth. It did, barely. I relaxed my jaw and backed off to lick the swollen tip. “Shit.” He’s panting and pulling the sheets up off the bed. I think I heard one rip.

I let my hand slide down to explore the soft sack with the light spray of hair.

His butt lifted up off the bed almost poking me in the eyes. “STOP!!”

I laughed and waited until he was under control. “Ticklish?”

He laughed and smacked his face with the palm of his hand then holding it there. “I’m going to hell for this.”

“Nah, you have me to redeem you.” I gently took my grip on his shaft again and lifted his tip to my lips. I licked the little bit of wet off the end and ran him across my lower lip, then my upper.

“Not your mouth, just your hand.”

“Will you hush already?” And to silence him I tightened my grip and closed my mouth over as much of him as I could take. Talk about a feeling of power. Lou all but hit the roof, and I know I heard sheets ripping this time.

He put his hand on my shoulder and begged me to stop, but I didn’t want to. I wanted him. I wanted to taste him like he’d tasted me. His protest fell on deaf stubborn ears as I took the last of his resolve. I swallowed letting his flavor linger on my tongue as I made sure to get it all.

When I looked up I laughed and kissed his hip. Poor guy has a pillow over his face and his knuckles are almost white. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” I knew I hadn’t, but I couldn’t resist his reaction.

He tossed the pillow to the floor and lifted his head, “You’re kidding right?”

I curled up into his shoulder and lifted the torn sheet, “Bret is not going to be happy with you.”

“That’s nothing new. At least this way he’ll know something really wonderful happened in his bed, and I’ll never tell him what. The torture comes in the not knowing and always left wondering.”

“You’re mean.”

“You’re beautiful. Thank you baby, but you shouldn’t have done that

“Will you hush already?” I interrupted him rudely, but he is being stubborn, and downright silly at this point. “I had fun, don’t scold me for it.”

He groaned in protest but let it drop. I smiled and kissed his chest then I heard him snoring lightly. And he said he didn’t sleep well away from the club.

Lou was on the phone and pacing the living area when I’d finished taking a shower and getting dressed. He was already up and gone when I woke up, so I’d scampered off to the bathroom feeling suddenly naked. Funny how I didn’t feel so naked last night, or this morning.

I stood in the doorway watching him pace and rake his hand through his hair.

“I know, just take care of it… No… Alright, send the paperwork to my
Seattle P.O. Box, and tell Bret I shit on his pillow.” He hung up.

I felt my jaw drop. “You did what?”

He laughed and tossed the phone hard onto the dining room table. I hope he didn’t break it. “Not really. It’s a running joke. About three months ago I did a job for one of the Utah chapters, Dingos I believe. Anyway, I needed to borrow one of Bret’s cars, which is normal, except the only one he had was one in which one of his whores had thrown up in the night before.

“Not only had he neglected to tell me this, but I thought he was getting me back for wrecking one of his boats last year. We’ve been going back and forth like this for about four years. I drove one of his cars off a bridge onto a lake one time. My version of a car wash.

“Three weeks ago I came home from helping some friends move. I’d taken my truck, so the bike was in the garage. That fucker had somebody take my bike apart and reassemble it upright in the shower stall inside my house.”

I put my hand to my mouth to try and hide my giggle, “That’s brilliant.”

He shrugged, “I kind of thought so. Anyway, that’s why I told him I shit on his pillow.”

“What paperwork were you talking about?” I asked picking bacon off a tray. He must have ordered breakfast while I was still sleeping. How long has he been up?

“Bret’s lawyer is also my lawyer, do me a favor, and never mention that. Okay?”

“Why?”

“Because Bret is the asshole half brother we all hate. A few of us can handle him, but the rest, not so much. He went after Joe’s wife, Red, a while back. I’m still not sure why Bret is alive after that stunt.” He picked up a sausage link to wiggle at me as he looked me over. “Those boots work very well with those jeans.”

“I figured they would work as chaps. The chaps are nice, but it’s supposed to be hot today. I thought the boots would be a little cooler.” I’ve learned a few things after a week of hanging around with bikers.

“Close enough.” His eyes discovered cleavage. “You better put a jacket on.”

“I have a jacket.”

He’s still eyeing me funny.

“What?”

He walked over and picked up the string of the leather corset at my cleavage. Ever since I’ve started wearing this corset like leather vest my breasts seem huge.

“I thought we had to leave.” I looked for his eyes, but they’re intent on his task.

He loosened the strings and hooked his finger creating lower cleavage. He ran his thumbs over my nipples moving the fabric out of the way and came down for a good taste on each before fixing my top. This time it’s much looser.

“Let’s get out of here before I have to get dressed twice in one morning.” He kissed my cheek.

“Good idea.”

“Do you live in an apartment?” I asked picturing the bachelor pad again.

“Nope, I have a house. It’s nothing fancy, but you can fix that.”

“As long as we don’t have to stay in another hotel.”

He laughed, “Don’t worry, no more hotels for you when this is over, unless you want to that is. It depends on where you want to go for our honeymoon. I built the house, so you’re stuck with it unless you really hate it.”

“You built a house?” I asked as he secured the bags on the backrest.

“Yeah, I was bored and work was slow. I put a lot into the construction of the house, but not so much the decor. I’m sure you can handle that part for us.” There he goes again talking about marriage. He righted his bike and helped me on behind him. “Ready baby?”

For what? Marriage, or you in general? I think that’s a topic for another time. “How far is this ride?”

“We’ll stop in Boise, it’s about an eight hour ride. I just need to stop for gas otherwise we’ll try to ride straight through. Tomorrow is another eight hours to Seattle. It’s going to be a lot of riding for two days, if it gets too much let me know and we’ll break the trip up some more.”

“How long can you normally ride?”

“I can ride for a good eighteen hours only stopping for fuel and food. That’s why I said let me know if you get sore or need to stop.”

“Okay, let’s go! I want to see this house you built!!” I sat back and let my fingers untuck his shirt under his leather jacket so I can feel the softness of his skin.

He backed us from the parking space and started the roaring engine before pulling us easily out onto the strip. Twenty or so minutes later I saw the sign for the 15 North. I stopped paying attention to the street signs after that and just looked at the scenery around me.

Riding is becoming more familiar now. When I’m not looking at the passing horizon I’m studying the patches on the back of his jacket. It’s wickedly cool, vicious, but well done. It seems angry with the skulls and snakes, but men like that kind of stuff. It needs a nice red rose right there. I traced my finger along the bottom.

I got bored a few hours later and started working my hands around to his front. I want to touch him again. He leaned back a little giving my fingers room to move. I wasn’t really trying to do anything, but I couldn’t help myself. Maybe I’ll just touch him. I bet it would feel good to hold him so intimately while we ride the open road.

Then again I should behave. He
is
driving after all. I stopped my progress and just let my fingers play just under his waistband and only down to where the patch of hair starts.