The Hazards of Sex on the Beach(41)

"Spare me the details."

"If you insist." I watched Colton's retreating figure. He looked way too  good in his jeans. Maybe I'd had more to drink than I thought. I  couldn't think about Colton that way. I wasn't into guys from Gasden  anymore, especially not that one.

Drinks in hand, Colton joined me again. He twisted off the top of a  bottle before handing it to me. "I'm not sure how you drink these  things."

"I don't know either, but it's better than the beer."

"What did you drink in college?" He walked toward the edge of the woods,  and I followed. I was ready to get away from the crowd while I waited  for Annie. Tucked in the near darkness of the trees, we escaped the loud  music.

"Better stuff than this." I took a long sip of the sweet liquid.

"Oh yes. Sophisticated sorority girls drink far better things."

I pushed his shoulder. "Lay off, Colt."

"Where's your other half?" He didn't have to mention Annie's name. I knew exactly who he was referring to.

"Annie's off with Greg making sure no one sets the field on fire."

"She left you all alone to fend for yourself?" He took a big swig from his red plastic cup of beer.

"It looks like I'm not alone anymore …  that is unless you're here with someone."

"I'll tell my girlfriend to hit the road."

"Girlfriend? I didn't know you were dating anyone."

"Is that jealousy I detect?" A smile lit up his face.

I shook my head. "Of course not."

"I'm here alone. Geez, pumpkin. You still can't take a joke."

"Don't call me pumpkin." I grimaced.

"Why not?"

"Because I was eight when I won that competition. I'm nineteen now."  Even more than ten years later, the name made me squirm. Being named  Little Miss Pumpkin of Johnson County wasn't my shining moment. I blame  my mother for signing me up for that one.

"You'll always be my pumpkin."

"Go bother someone else." I looked around for Annie. She'd have to come back to look for me eventually.

Colt wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. "No. I'd rather bother you."

There was something kind of sexy about the motion, something more  confident than his usual goofy flirting. His hand felt nice resting on  my hip, so I let it stay. Was this really the same Colt? Since when did  his touch have that kind of effect on me? "When did you get back to  town?"

"About two hours ago."

"You didn't wait long to come out." I took a big sip of the drink. It was starting to taste a lot better.

"I took time for a shower."

"That was thoughtful of you."

"Planning on getting close to me tonight?" He watched me intently.

"Maybe." The flirtatious word flew out of my mouth without me realizing  it. The alcohol and that smile of his was making me forget where I was.  "Sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" He moved his hand, turning me and wrapping his other arm around me so my body was pressed against his.

"Colton … "

"Mallory … "

I laughed. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing? You're the one telling me you might be getting close  to me tonight." His hand slid down slightly, settling below my hip. His  touch felt so good.

"Your birthday passed, right? You're nineteen now?"

He laughed that deep, throaty laugh of his. "I'm going to take it as a  good sign that you're checking to make sure I'm old enough."

"I'm not supposed to be into younger guys."

"I'm three months younger than you. I can't help that my parents held me  back a grade." He leaned back against an old oak tree, pulling me along  with him. The motion had me leaning into his chest.

"You've gotten hotter." I couldn't believe I'd said the words out loud. I  also couldn't believe I was thinking about Colton that way again.

He laughed once more. "So have you, although I wouldn't have thought it was possible."         

     



 

I took another sip of my drink. "When did you get this cute?"

"Are you implying you haven't been ready to jump me for the last five years?"

"I've never thought about it before tonight." The words weren't exactly true, but I hadn't thought about it in a while.

"But you are thinking about it now?" He grinned, moving his hands even lower so they cradled my ass.

"Maybe." His hands sent a thrill through me, reminding me of just how long it had been since a guy had touched me that way.

"That's the second maybe you've given me. How am I supposed to make that  into a yes?" He took the bottle from my hand and dropped it down on the  ground next to his empty cup. The remaining liquid seeped out onto the  dirt.

"I don't know. It's your job to figure that out." I ran my now free hand  down his chest. It was firmer and more muscular than I expected.

"My job, huh? I like the sound of that." His lips tickled my ear. "I  like the sound of anything involving you." He took my hand and led me  further into the grouping of trees. It wasn't a dense forest or  anything, but I knew he was looking for privacy. I didn't object when he  gently leaned me back into another tree.

I closed my eyes, ready to feel his lips and hands on my body. I was  horrible at knowing what to do in those situations. I needed the guy to  take control.

His lips brushed against mine as he rested his hand on my stomach. He  slipped a few fingers underneath my shirt. "Am I earning a yes, or do I  have more work to do?" he whispered with his lips right next to mine.

"You have more work." I kept my eyes closed, taking in a breath as his hand moved further up my shirt.

He slipped his hand under the fabric of my built-in bra and cupped my breast. "I knew I liked this shirt."

I moaned.

"Damn it, Mallory. I've waited a long time to get you to make that kind of sound for me."

"You have?" I glided my hand under his t-shirt, happy to discover his  chest felt even better without the cotton fabric blocking me.

"Yeah. I have." He fondled my breast while his lips moved to my neck.  His other hand started to move up my leg and under my skirt. I knew  where it was headed.

I forced myself to open my eyes, remembering we could be spotted at any time. "Do you want to go somewhere more private?"

Even in the near darkness of the moonlit night, I could see his grin.  "Yeah, let's do that." He took my hand again, and I let him lead me back  around toward the old barn. Annie's uncle only used the barn to store  hay, so I didn't worry too much when Colton started climbing into the  hayloft. My head was foggy from the alcohol, but I knew I wanted to pick  up right where we left off.

"How's this for private?" He spread out a new layer of straw before  helping me down and following right down beside me. He flicked the  switch for the small naked light bulb hanging from the rafters.

"Much better."

"Good." He kissed me. With all the touching, we hadn't fully kissed yet  unless you counted the brush of our lips. It was a fast kiss, and before  I knew it, his tongue was demanding entry to my mouth. I gladly let it  slide in between my teeth. I nipped his bottom lip, eliciting a groan.

My hand found its way under his shirt as he lowered my straps and tugged  down my top to completely expose my breasts. He broke the kiss and  pulled his head back to look at me.

"I've been dreaming about these for a long time." He cupped each of my  breasts with a hand, making me slightly self-conscious about the way he  studied me.

Thankfully, the alcohol kept my confidence up. "Don't you want to see the rest of me?"

He exhaled sharply. "Of course." He slid my top the rest of the way  down, pulling it along with my jean skirt over my hips and off. He  hooked a finger in the side of my panties.

"It's only fair that I get to see you too." I pulled his t-shirt over his head.

"Absolutely." He fumbled with his belt, moving his hands out of the way  so I could take care of the button and zipper on his jeans. He pushed up  enough to kick them off. The evidence of his arousal revealed itself  inside his red checked boxers.

"Now can I finish?" His hand moved back to my leg.

I nodded.

He removed my panties, tossing them next to the rest of our discarded  clothes. "You're like an angel, Mallory. You can't be real."

I laughed. "I hope that means you like what you see."

"You know I love it." He removed his boxers, lying down completely naked next to me.

"You're bigger than I thought you'd be."         

     



 

"You thought I had a small dick?"

I giggled nervously. "I don't know. I guess I didn't think about it."

"Yes, you did. You just told me I was bigger than you thought." He kissed my neck, letting his hand settle on my breast again.

"I guess I did, didn't I?" I reached out to tentatively touch him. Gradually, I got the nerve to take him in my hand.

He groaned. "That feels too good."