Lyon
Chapter 18

Oh, my…giddy is not the word to describe how I feel right now. I keep looking at my new sparkly anklet. It’s hot with tiny little sapphire angels with diamond wings, and they’re so flat I can’t even feel them around my ankle.

Oh, my…giddy is not the word to describe how I feel right now. I keep looking at my new sparkly anklet. It’s hot with tiny little sapphire angels with diamond wings, and they’re so flat I can’t even feel them around my ankle.

As soon as my delivery arrived I was on the phone with Carol. She’s in college now, but she was home on break.

“Carol, oh my gosh, you’ve got to help me. I have like a little less than four hours to get ready and…”

“Slow down, slow down, what?”

“So okay, I think tonight’s the night with your brother andª”

I had to move the phone away from my ear her scream was so loud.

“I’ll be right there.”

“No-no-no, a spa. We need a spa.”

“Not enough time, so you’ll need to come here. I have everything, so why don’t you just come on over?”

“Can’t, your brother took my truck.”

“Told you so. Okay, I’ll come get you, but just so you know, mom’s here, and she might stick her nose in.”

“Oh no, you can’t tell her. You know how embarrassing that would be?”

“Mum’s the word. Okay I’m leaving.”

I was on pins and needles the whole time, so I couldn’t even risk giving myself a quick shave for fear of slicing myself.

Carol was here twenty minutes later laying on the horn. I ran downstairs and out the door. I wasn’t taking my stuff because Colton was coming back to my dad’s to pick me up. It was already four o’clock, and I needed to be done and back by seven.

“We have to be back in time for me to pack an overnight bag for you.” Carol put her Beamer in drive, and we took off like we were trying out for NASCAR.

“Colton already took care of that.”

“Oh he did, did he. Well we’ll just have to have a little surprise for him, won’t we?”

I’m not sure this is such a great idea after all. For all that we were the same age, Carols’ experiences were years ahead of mine. If some of the stories she told of what her and Jason got up to were to be believed.

“Stop worrying, you’ll be fine.” Famous last words.

For the next two and a half hours I was primped from top to bottom, and I might as well have gone to a spa.

My eyebrows were plucked, and my legs and armpits denuded along with my girlie bits. My hair had been blown straight and hung down to my a*s.

She applied light make up and just some gloss to my lips. All I had to do was replace an outfit to wear for the night. Carol raided her and Elena’s closets, since her mom had disappeared before we got back.

At home alone I put the finishing touches on before packing my bag.

My outfit ended up being a short, knee length sheath, in black with no straps, and an empire waist which made my girls look bigger.

The dress was simple enough, but it was the shoes that did the trick of tipping it over into sexy.

Black calfskin with silver spiked heels at least five inches tall, and my ankles and calves looked amazing.

My only jewelry was my new anklet and some kick a*s drop earrings Carol had loaned me.

Sapphire and platinum chandeliers that almost touched my shoulders.

I was ready by the time I heard Colton outside. Ready or not, my palms were wet and my heart was beating me to death.

Don’t freak out Kat, that would be so embarrassing.

I opened the door to see him standing there in the palest purple button-down Ralph Lauren Cotton shirt paired with grey slacks that, good mercy, didn’t do much to hide the goods which seemed to be hanging left.

Okay, I’ll be honest, my perusal kinda got stuck there, and I became brain dead.

“Up here, sweetie.”

He had to help me with that raising of the head thing, because I was officially boneless.

I now knew why he smelled so amazing, he’d probably had a scent made specifically for himself.

There ought to be a law or a warning that came with that shit, ‘this scent will make you slippery and wet’. I laughed at my own little joke. Humor is good in the face of such things.

He looked into my eyes, and the smirk on his face made me shake.

“Oh it’s going to be a pleasure to take you.”

He kissed the pineapple gloss off my lips.

“Uhmmmm, delicious, f**k.”

Why did I always end up riding his bulge?

“I say let’s forget dinner and go straight to the main event.” Oh shit, did I say that out loud?

His bark of laughter as he led me to the low slung Bugatti confirmed that I had.

“No, I think I’ll feed you first. I have a feeling you’re going to be needing all the strength you can get, for this particular dicking.”

“Okay, hold up, if you expect me to make it through dinner, then you’re gonna have to stop talking like that.” Shit, now I need new panties, and we haven’t even started yet.

“Get in the car gorgeous, it’s called foreplay.”

***

His home was amazing. A nice penthouse overlooking the city, all chrome and black and manly.

The kitchen was a chef’s dream with an island that ran almost half the length of the open room, and a breakfast nook surrounded by glass in the classic octagonal shape.

I was a nervous wreck as he tried to engage me in dinner conversation over a light meal of seared tuna with asparagus spears and a light toss salad with toasted pecans and a raspberry vinaigrette.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m imagining all the different positions I can eat your p***y in before I f**k you.”

I dropped my fork, my mouth just hanging open.

“Leave the dishes, and let’s go out to the balcony.”

He had to help me up because once again my knees had turned to jelly and the rest of me wasn’t faring much better. Whew! Have mercy.