Blessed Tragedy(26)

I pulled my legs under myself curling into Colton's body. It was a far cry from what I wanted from him, but if I had to settle for feeling the warmth of his body against mine for the time being, it would have to be enough. He was right; there was much work to be done and I needed to keep my priorities straight.

“Are you guys still up from last night or trying to living with the rest of the world during the day?” I whispered, not wanting to interrupt Jon and Jared.

“They're still up. I caught a few hours on the couch.” His fingers slid under the bottom of my tank top, barely brushing against my skin. I shifted uncomfortably as he gently nipped at my neck, working his way from my shoulder up to my ear. I turned in his arms, narrowing my eyes at him. He wouldn't take me upstairs and let me strip every stitch of clothing from his body, but it was okay for him to sit next to me on the couch, in full view of everyone, and torture me.

“If you keep that up, all bets are off,” I warned him. I reached between our bodies to give him a taste of his own medicine. As my hand neared the zipper of his jeans, Colton stood from the couch as if it was on fire.

“No time for that, come on.” He pulled me from the couch and started up the stairs. Finally, I was going to get my way. Or so I thought. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, Colton was in the closet, grabbing our helmets.

“Get changed, we're going for a ride today.” That pissed me off. We couldn't spend time alone together but we could leave to go for a ride? Something was going on and I didn't like it.

“Well, if we have time for a ride...” I purred, slowly taking off my shirt to reveal my braless breasts. I was going to have him, even if I had to throw him on the bed and take what I wanted. My patience, which was thin to begin with, was nearly transparent.

I sauntered over to him, kicking off my flip flops while reaching into the waistband of my yoga pants. Standing before him, fully naked, I pressed my body against his. I'd never considered myself much of a seductress but desperate times called for desperate measures.

The jeans he was wearing weren't the form fitting style I was used to seeing on him. These fit looser, barely hanging on his narrow hips, low enough for me to know there was nothing between the denim and his skin. While I was a fan of the way his old jeans showed off his tight ass and rock hard thighs, my breathing hitched as my eyes traveled down his chest to the subtle V at his hips, wondering if the pants would fall to the floor if he moved in just the right way.

My hand slid between our bodies, pressing hard against his growing erection. He was just as affected as I was, yet he backed away from the feeling of my hand brushing his cock. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd changed his mind about us while I was gone. When my fingers reached for the button on his jeans, Colton turned away from me and I was certain I wasn't going to like where the day was heading.

“Come on, I was going to take you out tonight, but since the guys are going to crash soon, we'll go now. That way, we can grab a nap before they're working on shit tonight and we won't miss anything.”

I chastised myself as my mind raced with all the possible things that could have gone wrong while I was away to make him react this way. Before I left, we were all over one another. He'd been an attentive lover, even when that attention meant we weren't having sex because he wanted everything to be just perfect. And now, it was like he was battling his own feelings and I was either the woman he claimed to love or a deformed creature he needed to run from. And they say women don't make any sense.

“Is everything okay?” I asked as I dug through my suitcase, trying to find something suitable for a ride along the Gulf coast.

“Yep, fine.” His clipped words had me doubting him further. Something was most definitely not fine, but it was something he didn't want to talk about here.

“If you say so. Give me a few minutes and we can head out.” I didn't want to be a bitch to him, but the combination of not enough sleep, traveling and his cool reception had me near the boiling point. And not in a good way this time.



Nearly everything about our day together was perfect. The heat of the sun beating on us was eased by the wind as we sailed down the highway. Even though I was pissed and apprehensive about what was going on, the feeling of his firm stomach under my fingers made me want him even more. I'd managed to go five years without having sex, but now that I'd had it, I felt like a horny teenager, ready to pounce at the slightest touch.

After riding for over an hour, Colton pulled up in front of a small beachside diner near Panama City. The parking lot was nearly empty since it was after breakfast but too early for the lunch rush. Even in such an out-of-the-way location, I was glad we wouldn't have to think about anyone seeing us.

We sat next to one another in a booth at the back of the restaurant. Throughout the meal, I tried repeatedly to turn up the heat on our day, but every time my hand neared the top of Colton's thigh, he'd squeeze my fingers. I tried to not read too much into his actions or let on how much it hurt to be repeatedly turned down.

“Where to next?” I asked as he started the motorcycle.

“Thought we'd head back.” There was a pained look on his face as he shifted on the seat. Trying to put all of the pieces together, I started to wonder if he'd gotten into a fight while I was gone and taken a shot between the legs. It was the only thing I could come up with, and that was only after noticing how tentatively he was sitting. At least that would mean I wasn't the problem. I wished he'd let me know what was going on.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist as I stood next to the bike. Feeling like a bitch was a fairly normal state of being for me, but this time I had no reason to feel that way. Yes, I was sulking because I wasn't getting what I wanted but it was his fault for not telling me why things were this way.

“I'll be fine. Come on, let's get back.” If not for the fact that I love being on the bike so much, I'd have made a snotty comment about the fact that we'd gone an hour to pick up mediocre burgers and drink flat soda. Instead, I gave him the benefit of the doubt there was a reason for turning back. It was a new concept for me; part of the new and improved me.



Colton jumped off the motorcycle like it was on fire as soon as we were in the garage and went straight to the bedroom. With as strained as things were all morning, I didn't follow him. Instead, I took stock of the kitchen, grabbed the keys to the Challenger and ran to the grocery store. Given the leaning tower of cardboard boxes just outside the door in the garage, I figured the guys could stand to eat a home-cooked meal.

The house was eerily quiet when I returned with enough food to feed a small army. Or my band mates and whoever else might be lurking around. After quietly putting away the groceries and doing some prep work for dinner, I made my way upstairs to catch a quick nap with Colton. And hopefully figure out what was going on with him.

I almost felt bad as I pulled off my jeans and racer back tank top so I could crawl under the covers with him. He looked so peaceful; I didn't want to disturb him. Lucky for me, it's a well-known fact I can be selfish at times so I didn't feel bad enough that I didn't crawl in bed with him.

Yes, it had only been a week since we'd slept next to one another, but after spending the entire tour with our limbs intertwined, I truly felt as though I'd fully returned to Colton as I pressed my body against his back, settling my arm over his waist.

The fatigue I'd felt while carrying in my purchases vanished as soon as I was lying next to Colton. Building in its place was desire. My fingers skimmed across his stomach while I placed open mouthed kisses across his shoulder blades. While he wasn't what I would consider ripped, he definitely had amazing muscle definition. That's what I loved most about his body; the fact that I could enjoy his features without feeling like he'd been carved out of stone.

As my left hand started to travel lower, my fingers brushing through the soft hair leading to my intended target, Colton started to stir. Stirring was a welcome reaction compared to the jolting away from me as soon as I tried to do anything south of his waistband.

He rolled onto his back, allowing me easier access to his stiffening cock and I took full advantage. Not wanting to rush things, I started at the base, rolling his balls through my hand, lightly squeezing them before wrapping my hand around the base of his erection. He softly moaned but gave no indication of waking up. It wasn't until I neared the head that I realized why Colton had been shying away from me.

“What the f*ck is that,” I shouted, a bit louder than I'd intended.

Colton bolted upright in the bed, his eyes darting around the room trying to figure out what was going on. “What's wrong?” He asked, unable to hide the panic in his voice.

I threw back the sheets to show him what was wrong, as if he didn't know, the bedroom door flew open exposing Colton to Jon and Travis.

“Dude, what the f*ck did you do?” Jon asked, his face turning red as he tried to taking a second look at what he'd just seen.