Page 3 of Sweetie Pie (Wildwood Construction)

Maggie

The bass of the club music is thumping and my heart slams into my ribs in a wild counterpoint to the craziness around me.

Couples gyrate wildly, humping each other in some kind of crazy techno-sexual act that has my cheeks flushing beet red.

They don’t give a shit that people are all around them.

Most of them are so intent on their partner that they’re existing in a bubble of frenetic need that’s so heavy around here you can taste it on the muggy, sweaty, stale club air.

Lights and strobes flash in and out until everywhere I look it resembles the rings of hell, lit up with human demons acting out their own dirty fantasies.

It’s too much but my pussy is throbbing in time to the music. She wants in on the action and I’m inclined to let her loose tonight. Find a willing partner and just go wild. Do what comes naturally between a man and a woman.

But my eyes skitter left and right and no matter where I look and what man catches my eye, I quickly find an issue.

He’s too tall. He’s not tall enough. He looks like a damn lecher, biting his lip and eyeing me like he eyes a steak. He doesn’t meet my eyes at all. He’s shifty as hell.

Sighing, I pace over to the bar and hold my hand up to get the bartender’s attention. He pops up in front of me, smiling that million-watt smile that people who work on tips have.

“What can I get you, honey?”

Cringing, I fight the urge to tell him that I’d appreciate it if he didn’t call me honey.

“Can I get a Long Island Iced Tea?” I don’t really drink but I’ve heard about this drink and it sounds tame enough.

He winks at me and plops a napkin in front of me, grabbing what seems like a helluva lot of alcohol. With another wink he begins mixing them all together like a witch’s cauldron. I’m waiting for fireworks and smoke and maybe a dragon’s head to pop up in the cloudy depths of the glass.

But nothing happens and he places the tall glass carefully in front of me. I smile at him and hold out my card. Then when he hands it back to me, I drop a five in his tip jar.

Turning back to the dancers, I take a sip of the drink and cough and choke. It feels like fire is burning its way down my throat and straight into my belly.

Warmth spreads out and burns like the fire in a dragon’s belly.

I set the drink down carefully, my eyes still on the dancers.

After a few minutes, I reach back to grab the drink and find a strong, warm hand instead.

Sparks shoot up my arm and for the first time tonight, my pussy sits up and takes notice.

Slowly, I turn my head and find myself staring into a pair of cloudy sapphire eyes flashing fire in the dim light. His firm lips are slammed together and he looks mad as hell.

“Haven’t your brothers warned you about not keeping an eye on your drink in a bar, Mags?”

My heart skips a beat and I slip my tongue out to wet my suddenly dry lips.

“Ummmm….” What the hell is wrong with me? My stupid brain has gone offline. Hormones zip in wild arcs in my belly and straight out until every single piece of my skin is alive with pleasure, just from looking at him.

Finally I manage to drag my malfunctioning brain back online and I shoot him a glare that should freeze his ass where it sits. “What the hell are you doing here, Colt?”

He leans his hip against the bar and I fight to keep my eyes from drifting down to look at his muscular forearms where they rest right next to mine. Veiny, tanned and so damn strong. I want to feel how solid he is. How warm all of him is.

I growl under my breath and finally unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth. “You didn’t answer me, Colt. What the hell are you doing here? You better not be about to tell me that one of my dumbass brothers sent you to find me.”

His head cocks and the thick, dark hair shines in the rotating lights. It looks so damn silky that my fingers are begging me to touch the strands. Find out if they’re as soft as they look.

“The reason I’m here has nothing to do with your brothers.” His cool eyes lock on my body in the short silver dress. Heat builds in his eyes and my skin burns like it’s on fire.

“Then why are you here?”

“Why are you here, Mags?” His bright blue gaze slips down my body and I can’t help fidgeting in my seat.

My whole body throbs to the bass beat of the music and the look in his eyes.

Whenever the lights find us, his gaze shimmers with lust and something darker, dangerous.

“And why the hell are you dressed like that?” He nods at my dress and the super-high heels that have a name.

“You mean why am I wearing a pair of “fuck me” heels, Colt?” A smile tilts my lips when he glares at me and growls under his breath.

“I should wash your mouth out with soap, little girl.”

I straighten up and cross my arms over my chest, thrilling in some weird way when his eyes follow the movement. “I dare you to try.”

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” Each word is so short and cut-off that it’s almost garbled.

Sighing, I reach for my drink and glare at him when he pushes it away. “I’m looking for a man if you must know.”

His dark brows lift. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh. I do. I’m looking for a man to show me a good time if you must know.”

His eyes narrow to navy slits and he scowls. “Oh, hell no! What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, little girl?”

Slapping a hand on the bar, I stiffen and my lips tighten into a flat line.

“Do you know what the hell it’s like living and working with two older brothers that can’t seem to figure out that I’m a grown woman with a grown woman’s needs, Colt?

I want things. Things I can’t get in Wildwood.

All because of my idiot, macho brothers that think that I’m still fucking ten years old! ”

He steps back and eyes me from my feet with painted red toenails in strappy silver sandals all the way to the top of my head. “I don’t think you look ten.”

His eyes flash shimmering sparks that light up my core. Heat curls in my belly and builds into an inferno of want.

“I think you look beautiful.”

And just like that the fire combusts into wildfire that sings under my skin. My mouth falls open and I flush beet red when he groans and licks his lips.

My mind skitters to a stop. And my runaway mouth steps up to fill the void.

“Really, Colt? You want to show me how to make love?”

His whole muscular body goes so tense that I swear he’s about to rip me apart for even suggesting such a thing.

But he shoots me a wickedly amused grin instead. “I can do that.”

Just four little words. But my whole body goes up in flames and my head fuzzes to gray.

He holds out his hand and I slip mine into his warm, strong palm. He leads me out of the room and back to the elevators.

Neither of us say a word and I’m still waiting for him to either laugh his ass off and tell me to stop being silly or to call one of my brothers to come get me before I defile myself.

Instead, he gets off on my floor and I shoot him a puzzled look. He moves down the hall and tugs me to a stop at the door next to mine. “Last chance to change your mind, Mags.”

I shake my head and he opens the door and tugs me inside. I stand in the dark, confused, until he turns on the light and starts peeling his shirt off.

My brows skate up my forehead and he chuckles. “Still want to do this?” It’s like he’s challenging me.

His tanned chest gleams in the dim light. The cut muscles of his chest and stomach flatten and round with each breath he takes.

“Last chance,” he says and when I don’t back away, he grabs my hands and pulls me to the bed. “Strip. Now.”

His husky voice is steel wrapped in velvet and my core clenches, a gush of my juices staining my tiny thong.

His head comes up and his nostrils flare and I swear to god, it’s like he can taste me in the heated air around us.

I slip the tank top of the dress down slowly, reaching to the side for the hidden zipper. His eyes follow each strip of revealed skin until I let the skirt slip to the ground in a waterfall puddle.

“That’s it, Mags. Let me see you.”

I desperately want to cover myself and my cheeks flush a bright red that feels like fire. But I keep my hands down.

Because this might be the only chance that I have to experience this man the way I’ve wanted to since I came home.

Sure, I had a crush on him when I was younger. But I knew damn well what my brother’s would say about that so it never went beyond the crush phase.

But here? Now? It’s like we’ve got a free shot at something amazing.

“This can only happen tonight,” I whisper. “My brothers….” My voice trails off but he knows what I mean.

“I’m not sure that I agree with you but we can leave it there for now. I breathe deep, relieved and his dark blue gaze goes raptor sharp. Like I’m prey and he’s about to swoop in and devour me. I’m on board with that.

“Shit,” he breathes out, his eyes dark with desire, his pupils blown. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Snorting, I fight the way my hands want to move and cover myself.

The way he looks at me makes me feel like a queen.

Like I have nothing to be ashamed of even though I’ve heard it all before.

Thick thighs, a gently-rounded belly instead of anorexic flat and an ass that bounces when I walk. I’m not a model.

But when he looks at me like he is now, Colt makes me think that I could be and that’s kind of a magical thing, isn’t it? To have a man look at you like you’re a goddess when you know you’re not. That kind of power could go to a girl’s head.

His hand comes out and tugs me to him and as soon as I’m pressed against his broad chest, my whole body lights up on fire.

“Oh my god!” I moan, my body shaking wildly, my heart pounding like I’ve run a 10k.

“Not god, sweetheart. Just a man. A man who’s wanted you for what feels like forever.”

My eyes feast on the length of his torso revealed, all corded muscle and bulk. He’s not a little man. He’s a work of art. A sexy man.

He rips my panties and smirks when I glare at him. “I liked those, dammit!”

“You aren’t moving fast enough, baby girl. I want time with you and you’re playing around.”

“I’m just trying to enjoy what’s happening.”

He pulls me to the bed and lifts me up, tossing me on it lightly. Squeaking, I stare at him as he pulls his own pants off and then pushes his black boxer briefs down over his stiff, engorged erection.

My breath freezes and my head feels light. “Oh my god! You’re huge.”

He smirks. “Thank you. You really know how to make a guy feel good, Mags.”

Skittering backwards, I eye him warily. “I’m not trying to flatter you. I’m not sure that thing is going to fit.”

“Trust me. It will. You just need a little warming up.”

He slips down on the bed and my head pops up. “What are you doing?”

His wicked chuckle puffs across my lower lips as he splays them open and then his mouth is on me, soft and gentle. Warm and damned good. “You be a good girl now and I promise you’ll love every damn thing I do to this delicious little body,” he whispers.

“Oh hell!” I whimper, my hips pushing up into him as he lashes my clit with his tongue and pushes inside my body, drinking down all my juices with sloppy intent.

I’m floating, flying. I’m on fire with need, crazed with lust. And he won’t let up.

I try to move away from him. It’s too much.

But he pulls me back and buries his tongue and mouth inside me, around me, pleasuring me in ways that I’m not sure that I can take.

“You can take it.” I flush when I realize I said that out loud.

His thick finger slips inside my pussy at the same time that he lifts his head and laps gently at my nipple through my bra, laving it until it’s tingling and tightening.

My core tightens and my head falls back, my whole body coiling and then exploding wildly. Fireworks paint my closed eyelids and I scream wildly before finally falling to the bed, limp and drained.

One eye cracks when he grunts and then leans over my lips, whispering, “I hope that you don’t think that was it. Because that was just the appetizer, Mags. You’re about to get the four-course meal.”

Holy shit! I think I’m going to die from sex and I sure as hell hope my brothers don’t find out what killed me.

It might kill them too.