The Maid of Honor and the Two Groomsmen No One Seated Beside Her novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: The Tailgate

Colt takes her in the bed of his truck and spanks her for the first time; he says his cousin Jesse will want a turn.

Jesse had said he'd go lock up the barn, and he'd said it to his boots.

Colt had said nothing.

He walked me across the pasture to the black F-150 with my shoes swinging from my hand.

He let the tailgate down with a clank that carried to the tree line.

"There's a blanket in the cab," he said.

"I don't need a blanket."

"It's October, Lacey."

"Then keep me warm," I said.

He looked at me for a second in the starlight, with his cap-flattened hair and his chipped tooth.

He laughed, low, and put both hands on my waist and lifted me onto the tailgate.

The metal was cold through my dress.

He stepped between my knees and stopped there.

"I'm going to kiss you," he said. "Then I'm going to take my time."

"How much time?"

"All you've got."

He kissed me.

It was slow and sure, with his hand coming up under my jaw and his thumb along the corner of my mouth.

I had forgotten you could be kissed like that.

My ex-husband had kissed me on his way to somewhere else, and for three years I had kissed nobody at all.

I opened my mouth and pulled him in by the vest, and Colt made a sound in his chest that I felt through the buttons.

When we came apart I was breathing hard.

"Okay," I said. "Good start."

"I'm not done starting."

He took my ankle and slipped my other shoe off, though I'd already dropped one, and set it on the bed of the truck.

Then he put both hands on my knees and pushed my dress up my thighs, an inch at a time.

He watched what he uncovered.

I had good legs and a soft stomach, and I knew exactly what the cold light looked like on both.

I waited for the flinch of him looking.

It didn't come.

"Freckles," Colt said, touching the inside of my thigh. "All the way up."

"They don't stop."

"I'll find out."

He hooked his fingers in my underwear and said, "Lift."

I lifted, and the cotton went down my legs and over my heel and he put it in his vest pocket.

"Hey."

"I'll give it back," he said.

"When?"

"Eventually."

He pushed the dress up to my waist, and set my left heel on the edge of the tailgate.

My right foot hung off the side in the dark.

I was open to the whole night, with my dress bunched in my fists and the barn lights glowing far off.

He knelt in the gravel.

"Colt."

"Tell me what you like."

"I don't know. It's been a long time," I said.

"Then tell me what you want."

"I want your mouth on me," I said. "I want you to not stop."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, and put it there.

He didn't tease.

He put his tongue flat against me and dragged it up, slow, from my opening to my clit.

My head fell back and hit the cab with a thump.

He did it again.

He took his time exactly the way he'd said, steady and patient, learning me.

He found out that I jumped when he used just the tip.

That I went still and panting when he used all of it, and he stayed on that.

His hands held my thighs open.

I felt the stubble on his chin.

The cool air on my wet skin when he lifted his mouth to breathe, and then the heat again.

"You taste good," he said against me. "You know that?"

"Don't talk."

"I'm a talker."

"Then talk with your mouth full," I said.

He laughed into me, and I felt that all the way up my spine.

He slid two fingers inside me and curled them toward himself, and found a place that made my heel slip off the edge.

He caught it.

He set it back where it belonged, and put his mouth on my clit and sucked it, soft and then firm.

The whole sky swung.

"Colt. Oh my God. Colt."

"Go on."

"Don't stop, don't you stop," I said.

"Not stopping."

I came with my hand in his hair and my other fist against my mouth so the whole county wouldn't hear.

It went through me in long hard pulses.

He stayed with me through every one of them, gentle now, until I pushed at his head and said "enough, enough."

He stood up with his mouth shining and wiped it with the back of his wrist.

"There she is," he said.

I pulled him down by the front of his shirt and kissed him, and tasted myself.

I wanted his clothes off.

I got his vest open and his shirt out.

I put my hands on his stomach, which was flat and hard and a little sunburned at the sides, and he sucked in his breath.

"Take it off," I said.

"Yes, ma'am."

He shed the vest and the shirt and let them fall on the bed of the truck.

He undid his belt, and his pants, and shoved them down, and his cock came out thick and heavy, hard against his stomach.

I took it in my hand.

He leaned his forehead on mine and swore, softly.

"Dress," he said, hoarse. "Off."

I pulled it over my head and tossed it in the truck bed, and I unhooked my bra and threw that after it.

Colt stood in the gravel and looked at me.

I let him.

"Jesus, Lacey."

"Lie down."

He raised his eyebrows.

"On the tailgate. On your back. Move over."

He climbed up and lay down on the cold metal, long and lean, with his knees bent over the edge.

I swung a knee over his hips and sank down, slowly, taking it inch by inch.

He was thick and I was so wet that it only burned for a moment.

I sat all the way down on him, with my hands on his chest.

We both made a sound.

"Look at you," Colt said. "Look at that."

"Shut up."

"You're beautiful. You're so beautiful you're going to put me in the ground."

I rode him.

I started slow, rolling my hips, feeling him inside me, deep and hard, hitting the place his fingers had found.

His hands went to my hips and held on, not guiding, only holding.

"Faster," he said, and I heard how he held back.

"You want it?"

"God, yes."

I went faster.

The tailgate rang under us, and the truck rocked on its springs.

My breasts moved with every stroke and he watched them, and then he watched my face.

His green eyes in the starlight were all the way open.

"Spank me," I said.

I had no idea where it came from.

It came up out of three years of nothing, out of every time I'd wanted something and swallowed it.

It was out of my mouth before I could catch it.

Colt went still under me.

"What did you say?"

"I said do it. Spank me. Once. I dare you."

"Lacey," Colt said.

"Colt."

He took one hand off my hip.

The sky was huge and I could see my own breath.

He brought his palm down on my ass, open-handed, and the sound cracked across the pasture.

I cried out.

The sting went hot and bright and then spread, and everything below it clenched around him so hard that he groaned.

"Oh," I said. "Oh, my God."

"Too much?"

"Again."

"Lacey," Colt said.

"Do it again."

He did.

The second was harder, on the other cheek, and I came down on him with a sob.

I felt it travel through my whole body and light up the places I'd thought were dead.

"Again."

"Say please."

"Please. Please, Colt," I said.

He gave me a third, and I felt my pussy go tight and slick around his cock.

I rode him harder with his handprint blooming on me, burning, and I couldn't stop talking.

"Fuck. Don't stop. That's so good. Colt. Colt."

"That's it. Take what you want."

"I'm going to come," I said.

"Do it. I've got you."

I came again, shaking, with my mouth open and no sound coming out of it.

He held my hips and thrust up into me, and I felt him break, and he said my name through his teeth.

Then he pulled me down onto his chest, and the metal was cold on my knees and his heart pounded under my cheek.

We lay there with our breathing slowing down, and his hand moved over the red place on me, light now.

"Nobody's touched me in three years," I said into his chest.

I hadn't meant to say that either.

"Since my divorce," I said. "I told myself I was done. That I was too much, and too old, and it was fine."

Colt didn't say anything for a while.

His hand kept moving.

"You're not too old," he said finally. "You're not too much. You're exactly as much as I wanted."

I laughed, shakily, and wiped my eyes on his shoulder.

Over his chest, at the far end of the pasture, the barn lights were still on.

There was a figure in the open loft door with his arms folded on the sill.

Colt followed my eyes and lifted a hand, and the figure lifted one back, slowly.

Colt's chest shook under my cheek, and he said it so softly I almost lost it in the wind.

"My cousin's going to want to know what you taste like."

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