Runaway

2

My hand was wrapped around the collar of his shirt.
The fabric felt silky smooth under my fingertips, but when my thumb grazed his collarbone, his body automatically reacted.
Getting back on his feet, Colton got closer to me.
His body pressed against my legs, which I gladly opened to make space for his.
His fingers found their spot on my hips and lightly tapped on them, unknowingly lighting their trail on fire.
Mindful of the fact that we were clearly still in public, I had at least the decency to blush.
He must've noticed, because he lowered his head to talk into my ear.
«Are you okay?»
His hot breath against my sensitive lobe made me shudder and he quickly loosened his grip.
He must've read my reaction the wrong way.
Even his face was now at a safe distance.
Close enough to kiss if I wanted to, but far enough to leave me some space to refuse it all together.
He was letting me choose.
I nodded, to let him know it was fine, but he didn't seem to believe me.
To send a hopefully clearer message, I tightened my fingers around his shirt and lured him in.
In the same motion, I made sure to step off my seat and oh God.
I knew he was tall, but the view from the stool wasn't doing him justice at all.
With my feet now on the ground, the top of my head was barely able to touch his chin.
He lowered his head towards me, studying my face.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say his complacent smirk was almost mocking my height.
Asshole.
«I'd hate to pressure you into getting out of here, but my friends are enjoying the show a little too much,» he confessed, his eyes leaving my face for a split second to look off to the side.
«Mmm,» I groaned, unsure of what to do.
Part of me was thrilled with the idea of putting up a show, but then I reminded myself that Colton was at a bachelor party.
In a very public and very crowded place.
Clarity washed over me once again as I looked away from the crowd.
My eyes focused on the bottles of booze.
They were scattered around the wooden shelves.
Some were half empty, others were almost completely full, but none of their labels showed any sign of usage.
«Wanna get some fresh air?» Colton asked.
By the time I regained my composure from his breath against my ear once again, I noticed his hands were no longer on my body.
His nimble fingers were digging into his wallet, finally taking out a fifty-dollar bill.
I quickly let go of his collar and rubbed my hands on my dress.
I was so eager to let go earlier, so why was I so nervous?
After paying for my drinks, he motioned for me to go first.
«Ladies first.»
Looking back, I saw him openly observing me.
His eyes felt hot on my bare skin.
«Is this just a ruse to look at my ass?» I asked without an ounce of shame.
For all I cared, he could take a good look and sear it into his memory.
Considering I never planned on seeing him again after tonight, I might as well leave him with something to think about over the next few days.
«Maybe,» I heard him say as I turned my head.
I could've met his gaze, sure, but then I would've missed the sight of his hips thrusting forward and away from the counter he was leaning against.
Behind me, a couple of voices called out for my new companion and I simply assumed he stopped to tell them where he was going, because I couldn't hear his steps following me anymore.
I shook my head, fighting a smile from surfacing and made my way to the back door.
It was heavy, but when someone opened it from the outside, I took the chance and slipped out.
Colton didn't seem to need to do the same, as he easily pushed it without missing a beat when he finally came back from his friends' table.
«Sorry for not getting that, I'll make sure not to miss it the next time,» he apologized, pointing at the door with his thumb.
He then reached for his back pocket and took out a packet of cigarettes.
He flicked it open with one finger and looked at me.
«Do you smoke?»
I waved my hand to refuse his offer and leaned back against the brick wall.
I immediately regretted that decision.
The cold material made my skin crawl.
October wasn't exactly treating Norfolk right that year.
I began rubbing my arms to warm them up.
When my eyes met Colton's, he already had a lit cigarette between his lips.
He mustered a smile despite the disturbance, before holding it and drawing a puff.
His brows furrowed once again — it must've been a habit for him at this point, and I heard him curse under his breath, white trails of smoke escaping from his lips.
«Shit...sorry, does it bother you?» he then asked while trying to hold the cigarette away from me.
The change in attitude was so not in style for the impression I've had of him so far.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing me like that must've been like a soothing balm for his muscles, which suddenly let go of all the tension.
I didn't show it, but his concern for me didn't go unnoticed.
«No, no,» I reassured him. «Keep going.»
I crossed my arms in front of my chest in the hopes of holding the cold air at bay and I leaned with my head against the bricks.
My body was turned to the side facing Colton, so the only other part touching the wall was my shoulder, mitigating the hit.
I could see my breath clouding up, but I didn't mind.
Whenever someone opened the door, I could hear the chatter coming from inside, but it was faint and lasted for barely a second.
It was peaceful out there, away from the crowded bar.
And my new acquaintance didn't seem too bad.
All and all, things could've been worse.
«I didn't peg you for a smoker,» I commented, gesturing at his hand.
«I'm not,» he shrugged, blowing out some smoke from the corner of his mouth.
My eyebrows shoot up.
«I'm sorry, what?»
«I like smoking, but it's not like I go through more than two cigarettes a day,» he tried to explain.
I raised a hand to cover my mouth in an attempt to hide my snicker.
He noticed it anyway and hit me with a flick of brows.
«Pretty sure that qualifies you as a smoker, Colton.»
Was he that blind to his own words?
«In my defense, I did say I'd be whatever you wanted me to be tonight.»
The cheekiness in his tone made my body heat up once again.
We've known each other for what, twenty minutes at best?
But I already liked the way we met each other in the middle with a banter.
«Oh yeah?» I prompted him, getting closer.
He didn't speak, but the low groan of approval told me he meant what he said.
«That's funny, because I could swear I didn't come out here to be offered a smoke,» as I got closer my voice became lower and lower.
Whispering the last couple words, I narrowed the distance between us.
We were so close I could almost taste his cologne mixed with the burnt tobacco on my tongue.
I've always preferred sandalwood over cedar, but something told me that that night my choice was going to be a different one.
«It's even funnier that you didn't notice I started smoking to keep my hands at bay.»
His confession did nothing to put out the fire that was burning every fiber of my body.
I forced my fingers to close into a fist around his shirt so he wouldn't see them trembling.
Colton's arm moved to my side as he put out the cigarette against the brick wall.
He then let it fall onto the ground when it was no longer burning and stamped on it with his shoe.
I felt his finger trace the curves of my body until he reached my neck.
He caressed the hollow of it and slid his hands to the back, grabbing a hold of my nape.
Feeling his rough hands being so gentle with my hair forced me to suffocate a mewl.
I was burning up.
If it wasn't so dark outside, I was sure he'd be able to see how flushed my skin had become.
«Cara?» he called out in a low whisper, waking me up from my daze.
He sounded as if he was in pain.
Not daring to say a word, I simply looked up at him.
He was so beautiful.
Unfairly so and in a way that made my breath catch in my throat.
«Can I kiss you?»
Oh God, yes.
Something inside of me cracked, sending thousands of pricks at my nerve endings.
All of a sudden, his other hand on my hip felt so heavy and at the same time not heavy enough.
Mine, on the other hand, were faintly trailing up his chest.
His skin was so warm — I could feel it even through the light fabric of his shirt.
«About time you asked,» I teased, before anticipating him by slamming my lips against his.
At first, he seemed to be taken aback.
So much that his hand slightly tightened its grip on my hair before relaxing into the kiss.
He then tacitly let me know he liked being in charge, instead.
His tongue lightly tapped against my bottom lip and I let him in.
Colton then made sure to tilt my head enough to deepen the kiss in a way that made my toes curl.
His presence was so assertive and yet so considerate.
His callous fingers slipping gently through my hair, the prickly stubble tickling my skin in a way that gave me goosebumps all over.
He knew that doing what he liked the way he liked it would've translated in a good outcome for me.
Part of me knew it, too, so I followed his lead.
Gladly so, because the moment he bit my lip my legs felt like giving out from underneath me.
He must've felt it, because the hand on my hip drew me closer to him, pressing against his pelvis.
I sighed into his mouth and he didn't seem to mind.
I wasn't thinking straight anymore.
«Your place,» I managed to say in a pant before his lips closed on mine again. He was barely leaving me any time to resurface and get some air.
Colton was literally devouring my mouth like a starving man.
I couldn't nor wouldn't blame him, though, because as selfish it felt to admit it, I was behaving the same way.
«Too far,» I heard him say as he started leaving a deliciously wet trail of kisses on my jaw, neck and shoulder.
Between that and the cold air, I felt my nipples harden against the fabric of my dress.
My hand instinctually went up to cover them, but Colton anticipated my move my wrapping his fingers around my wrist.
His grip was firm, yet loose enough for me to shake it off.
I didn't.
He brought my hand to his mouth and stroked my palm with his lips, moving up to my wrist and offering kisses up until the crease of my elbow.
He delicately helped my arm up his shoulder until I wrapped it around his neck.
The sweetness mixed with eagerness in that gesture was enough to make the thin thread holding me back snap completely.
Throwing my body at him, I got on the tip of my toes and crushed our mouths together.
His hand snaked around my waist and pulled me in.
I was no longer cold.
On the contrary, a blazing fire was infuriating in my lower abdomen, the smoke irreparably clouding my better judgement.
I no longer cared where we were.
I pushed the past few days in the back of my mind to focus on what was happening right in that moment.
And God, was it good.
Both of his hands fell and grabbed the back of my thighs.
The feeling of his fingers sinking into my skin almost made me cry out in his mouth.
Caressing his wavy hair, I began tugging on it shortly after.
«Please,» I murmured.
The flavor of whiskey mixed with the faint trace of tobacco on his tongue was making me lose my inhibitions.
A gust of wind sent his cologne washing over me, the balsamic notes melding so perfectly with the woody hues that came as the final blow.
I hummed in approval and lifted my leg to better allow for him.
I needed him closer.
He followed suit and pressed against me.
The swell in his jeans had me gently rubbing against it in a desperate need for friction.
For release.
«Please,» I lamented.
I heard him chuckle under his breath, before kissing me one last time and reaching for his belt with one hand.
He made quick work of that and in a matter of seconds the only thing separating us was the layer of fabric of our underwear.
A wave of bliss suddenly hit me as his fingers rubbed against my most sensitive point from the outside of my panties.
I threw my head back against the wall and he took it as a cue to give more attention to my neck, kissing, sucking and biting into it.
As he motioned in circles, the buildup of please inside my body grew and grew until it exploded faster than I could realize.
I began seeing stars, so I closed my eyes and I closed a fist around his hair.
A low moan melted against my skin and reverberated against my neck.
I did it again.
He sighed again and grabbed my nape to force me to look at him.
I was in a daze, but the look in his eyes made my body light up once again in no time.
«Damn you, Cara,» he cursed under his breath.
«I'm struggling to hold back here.»
In all response, I began circling my hips against his bulge.
«Then don't.»
It was as if I could see his own thread snap in front of my eyes.
His gaze got darker and his hands more frantic.
It was like seeing a new different side of him.
I sighed. I need him. Now.
As his focus was briefly on his wallet, I reached for his erection and grabbed it through the fabric.
I felt him grew harder against my palm.
He quickly fished out a condom and ripped it open with his mouth, as if not touching me at all was paining him.
He swiftly rolled it on his length and positioned himself against me after moving my panties to the side.
At the brief contact, we both moaned.
He began to slowly sink into me.
As his tip deliciously started stretching me, my phone rang.
Startled by the noise, I fumbled with it to turn it off.
Then another sound pierced my ears.
Crack.
Looking at my feet, I caught the sight of my phone facedown on the ground.
I let out a frustrated groan as I moved away from Colton, murmuring an apology.
I crouched down to assess the damage and my heart dropped.
A huge crack ran along the entirety of my screen, blocking out some of the words.
Pushing through, I checked my notifications.
Two missed calls and a text.
Who...
I squinted a bit to read the words on the broken screen.
My blood ran cold.