Alpha Suits: Suits & Shades, page 10
“As good as that sounds, and believe me it sounds amazing, I am going to pass tonight. I sort of made a promise to myself that I would, behave.”
“Oh you did, did you? I see behaving is hard to do?” he smiled as he held her tight. She loved how strong his arms were. She felt the hardness of his cock pressed against her stomach. It only made it more difficult to walk away.
“I did. After the other night and the situation I got myself in with Marco, I told myself I would not do that again, at least not for a while. Plus I have to be at work early tomorrow.” The embarrassment she felt at that moment was soon relieved by his smile and another soft kiss.
“I understand. Where do you work? I mean you could tell me or I could use my connections to find out.”
“I work as a stylist at Gino’s off of 37th.” He kept her pressed up to him.
“Gino’s, I go to that place. My wife used to go in there every month. She was their best customer.” He stared and didn’t speak for a while.
“Wife?”
“She passed away a couple of years ago. Claire was my long term ten year relationship. You might have seen her, Claire Andrews?” His voice sounded somber and his eyes became sad.
“I’m sorry, Colt. I don’t recall the name. I didn’t mean to bring up something upsetting.”
“Please, don’t worry about it. It’s a small world isn’t it?” They stood outside with people walking around on the street. It was busy as the city came alive and the night skyline lit up. He let go and stood back to look at her. He had never been so jolted by a woman. Something about the way she looked set him on fire and he had to have her.
“Can I give you a ride home?” Gabby was trying to resist, and it became more difficult.
“That sounds nice, but I’m fine.” Gabby knew if she got in a car with this guy, her promise to herself would be over.
“I’m sorry I kissed you. Well, not really. Your lips drive me crazy, and I had to taste you. It’s too bad you made this promise to yourself tonight. I would have loved have taken you home with me.”
Gabby was at a loss for words and thankfully a cab pulled up before she changed her mind. She took off Colts jacket and handed it to him, with a smile.
“Thanks, but I would have loved to have taken you home with me instead. I am sure I will see you around. You and Marco seem to be everywhere.”
He helped her in the cab and waved goodbye. He never did ask for her number. Oh well, it was for the best. She watched him on the curb stand with his hands in his pocket holding his jacket looking at the cab. Or was he looking at her? She waved, and he nodded his head.
She was so appreciative to get home and now she accomplished something she had not been able to do in a long time. After she kicked off the painful shoes, she practically danced into the kitchen to get something to eat. She had to reward herself for a job well done. Ice cream sounded as the perfect replacement for not sleeping with a gorgeous man. She filled a bowl with Chocolate Cake Batter sprinkled with nuts and went to her room to catch up on shows she had not watched. After an hour her cell phone rang.
“Hey Dad. What’s up?”
“Wanted to see what my Mooch was up to tonight. How are you doing?” Mooch was her nickname since she was a toddler. Her dad said “give me a smooch” and Gabby couldn’t say smooch. When she said it it came out Mooch. That name stuck with her and only her dad called her that.
“I’m great since you called. Don’t worry about me so much, Dad. I’m stronger than you think. Isn’t it late to be up and calling me.”
“I couldn’t sleep. I worry about you in that huge city alone.”
“How are you doing?” Gabby tried to change the subject. She didn’t want to start talking and slip up and let him know.
“I am okay. A little tired. I want you to come out for a weekend. You haven’t been out here in five years. That’s too long, Mooch.”
“I think I am ready soon. I miss you dad.”
“I miss you too. I cleaned up your old room.”
“I miss that old room. It feels like a million years since I have been home.”
“Well, don’t make it a million more. We are all we got, you know?”
“I won’t. I’m going to talk to the salon tomorrow and see when I can come. I will call tomorrow night, Dad.”
She hung up with him getting a unsettling feeling about their conversation. Her dad was right. It had been the two of them for a long time. She needed to go home. It was over five years since she had been to her house. Something in his voice made her want to see him. He sounded different. It was time she got back home and spent time with him. It made her wonder where her mom could be and what she might be doing right at that moment. She had not heard from her in years. She was over missing her and over being angry at her for leaving them. Gabby wanted to know where she lived and if she was still alive and maybe a hug.
Gabby fell into a restless sleep after talking to her dad and thinking about her mom. She tossed and turned and couldn’t get comfortable. The last two days would not shut off in her head. She considered using her vibrator to help her relax. A good release is probably what she needed. Her phone rang around two in the morning. Gabby answered it quickly thinking it was Hilary at such a late hour, she didn’t look at the number before answering it.
“Harper?” she said in a half awake voice.
“No.”
“Who is this?” The voice sounded familiar, but she wasn’t completely awake.
“Colt, the man who had his lips on your perfect mouth oh… five hours ago.”
“How did you get my number?” she was now awake and half sitting up in bed.
“I have connections.” He sounded hoarse and sexy.
“Oh, you do? That’s not creepy,” she yawned, knowing Colt was harmless and sort of happy he called. Gabby knows creepy and Colt is not anywhere close.
“There is nothing creepy about it. I want to kiss you again. I want to taste your lips. I want to be inside of you. I can’t sleep.”
“Please, don’t hold anything back.”
“I mean it Gabby. I’m enamored with you.”
“Such big words. Not a good idea, Colt.”
“Why?”
“I wasn’t feeling it.”
“Yes you were. That’s the problem. You were immersed in it. Why fight it?”
“I’m not fighting anything. You called me. I’m not interested.” She felt something when he kissed her, but she wouldn’t admit it.
“Gabby, I’m a business man. I make it a point to get what I want. I know when something is going to happen. You are going to happen. Me being inside you and making you come over and over, is going to happen. I can read people and you would have hung up by now if you weren’t interested.”
“Wow, you are one confident man aren’t you? Where are you?”
“In bed, and so are you. I’m touching myself listening to your voice. Your voice is dripping with hunger for me, Gabby. We are both attracted to each other.”
“Boy, you are full of yourself , Mr. Andrews. Do you think every woman wants you or is this line of BS scripted?”
“No, I want you. That’s all that is important.”
Gabby was fully awake and getting turned on again by his confidence.
“What’s going on here? Do you want to have phone sex, Mr. Andrews? Isn’t that out dated. Why not sext or skype me?” Gabby smiled. The last time she tried it she made a total fool of herself.
“I want to hear your voice when I make you come, I can’t do that in a text. I want to hear you moan when you lose control. I want to hear you, not text you. I prefer phone sex. My hand is on my cock. I’m picturing you and how soft your skin felt earlier, how sweet your lips tasted.”
“Are you sure you’re calling the right person? We just kissed, Colt.”
“You are beautiful and your lips were so warm and soft. I bet your cunt is the same. I loved how you swung your ponytail around when you got mad at me and stormed out the door. You are a firecracker and it intrigues me. You smelled exotic and mysterious and I still smell you on my coat.”
“Is this normal behavior for you? Do you pick out random women and use connections to find them. I’m starting to wonder if you may be crazy, Mr. Andrews.”
“No I’m not crazy, but you could certainly make me that way fast.”
“Are you drunk?”
“I came home right after I put you in that cab. I tried to work out so I would forget about you, but it made it worse. I can’t stop thinking about you and wanting you. Your lips were so soft and your skin was satin under my fingertips. I need to get to sleep and if I don’t come with you tonight, I won’t sleep. I have a company to run, Gabby and if I don’t get to sleep, I might lose millions.”
“Wow, I am one powerful woman.”
“You have no idea.”
“It’s late, Colt.”
“Do you have a vibrator?” He ignored her.
“What? That’s none of your business.”
“Just answer me, Gabby.”
“Yes I do.”
“Have you used it yet tonight, or are you thinking about using it?”
“Again, that’s none of your business.” Gabby was shocked.
“Just answer the question, Gabby.”
“No. I haven’t used it yet.”
“Get it out.”
“Colt, I don’t take orders from strange disturbed men, especially when it has to do with my vibrator.”
“Go get it, Gabby. I’m going to help you come with me. You need a release.”
“You don’t know what I need.”
“You went home alone after I kissed you and made you wet. I guarantee you are not sleeping well because you didn’t get off. I’m going to get you there.”
Gabby reached over and got out her favorite one out of her nightstand drawer. She had not used it in a week or so. She was getting very turned on and a release would help her relax.
“I got it.”
“Are your panties on?” Colts voice sounded strained and husky sounding.
“Yes.”
“Take them off.”
Gabby removed her lace thong as instructed.
“Okay. They are off.”
“Are you wearing a bra?”
“No, just a t-shirt.”
“Uhmm. Take that off too. I want to know you are completely naked.”
“Hold on.” Gabby put the phone in the bed to take off her t-shirt. This was strange, but she got totally turned on.
“Okay. Are you naked, Colt?”
“Yes, I am. Are your nipples hard?”
“They’re getting there.” Gabby got so turned on she didn’t think she would last long enough to use a vibrator.
“Lick your fingers, baby and touch your nipples. I want to imagine how big and hard they are while I suck and kiss them.” The desire to touch herself took over. Gabby closed her eyes and touched her nipples with the tips of her fingers. The sheets were cool on her hot skin. Gabby caught herself smiling as her hands took over her tingling skin. She felt soft to her own touch as she thought of Colt touching her. Sweat broke out on her body. The thrill built up inside her as she enjoyed her own touch.
Gabby started to moan. She had very sensitive nipples and touching them while talking to Colt started to bring her close to the edge.
“Touch your pussy, Gabby. Put your hands on it and tell me if you are getting wet.” Gabby let her hand slowly moved down her chest, past her flat stomach and between her legs. She was waxed and soft and yes, so wet. She let her fingers explore the folds of her sex as she arched her back and let herself go.
“Are you getting wetter?”
“Yes, Colt.”
“Jesus, Gabby. Picturing that is too much for me. I’m wet too. My cock is wet at the tip.”
There was silence as Gabby closed her eyes and pictured Colt hard and wet touching himself. How sexy he must look lying in bed naked with his cock in his hand, stroking it. The blood rushed to her head, and she felt her heart beating in her ears.
“Gabby, are you with me?”
“I am. I need to use my vibrator Colt. I’m going to explode.”
“Are your legs spread?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like to tease yourself, Gabby? Do you like to touch yourself?” His voice trembled.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Touch your clit lightly. Close your eyes. My tongue is licking your sweet cunt so slick and swollen, Gabby. The tip of my tongue is swirling around your clit over and over. My tongue is up inside you and my face is wet from you. Can you feel it baby?
“Yes, Oh God.” Gabby was taken by the moment. Her finger found her clit swollen and pulsing. Every muscle was tightened and strained. Her thumb rubbed her clit, and she closed her eyes and pictured what he said.
“That’s it, baby.”
“I’m so wet.”
“Put the phone by your cunt, Gabby. I want to hear how wet you are.” Gabby did and Colt heard the smacking wet sound she made with her fingers. He burned with desire and wanted to get her off. His cock throbbed, big and hard as he stroked it, imagining her doing it to him.
“Let me turn on my vibrator, Colt.”
“Not just yet. We are going to come together.”
Gabby was so tense her legs shook and her head started to hurt. She needed to come. She threw her head back and tried to stop the orgasm brewing inside. The thunder built as the blood rushed to her head making her dizzy.
“Colt, please.”
“Not yet, Gabby. I’m close too.”
Gabby moaned and Colt headed to the point of no return. He had this image of her in bed with her legs spread apart, nipples hard, and her fingers touching her wet clit.
“Turn on your vibrator, Gabby and put it on your nipples.” Gabby moaned as the vibrator switched on and touched her nipples. She rubbed it on her nipples and it was so intense she felt the burn inside her right before she comes. Colt heard the moan that proved they were both there.
“Gabby put it on your clit. Now Gabby, Come with me now.” He moaned as he jerked himself off and came. Both of them moaned as the orgasms took over both of them at the same time.
“Christ. See, that was much better than sexting. I loved hearing how wet you were. Now I will sleep and so will you. I want to see you,” he whispered.
“Call me sometime, Colt and possibly.” She shook trying to come down from a gasping orgasm.
“There is no possibly, you will go out with me.”
“You are pushy.”
“I am when I want something. I want you and I will have you.” Colt hung up the phone. Gabby looked at it. No goodbye just gone. Her body was relaxed and slept well. She didn’t break her promise, really.
Chapter 7
After four highlights, two full colors and six haircuts, Gabby longed to get home. A hot shower and some quiet time was what she longed for, when a huge floral arrangement came to the salon before her shift was over. The flowers were every type of wildflower imagined and so bright and colorful in a huge vase. The delivery man hardly got it in the front door as the women oohed and awed. It took everyone a few minutes to register how big the flowers were as the delivery boy wrestled to get it in the door.
“Oh Sven, you shouldn’t have honey. Last night was incredible. Oh wait, these are for our Gabby.” Tab laughed along with the women looking over at Sven. Gabby was washing a clients hair and looked up.
The place started cheering and clapping.
Gabby got embarrassed as her face turned red and Rhonda pinched her on the butt.
“Girl, what have you been up to? You made someone happy.”
Gabby rolled her eyes, dried off her hands, and went up front to see who the card was from, though she had her suspicions.
Tab tried to read it and Gabby snatched it out of his hand.
“Come on, honey who is it from?”
“That’s none of your business.” She smiled, and opened the card.
I saw these and thought of you. Gorgeous wildflowers. Thanks for the phone call. I WILL see you soon. Colt
Gabby had his number from last night and texted him a thank you.
Colt, flowers r amazing. U shouldn’t have. Thank u for the phone call. A half an hour later he texted back to her.
Need to see u. Go out with me this weekend.
I have plans. I will let you know.
Will be waiting. Next time I will taste u.
She rolled her eyes and threw her phone back in her station drawer. Please. Gabby had no intentions of calling him. He was at least ten years older than her if not more. The last line got to her though. Yes, the phone sex took her by surprise and yes he was gorgeous, but she wasn’t looking for a man. He wasn’t her type and it was a waste of her time. She has been with these types of men before. They have the lines and the confidence but when she would get them in bed they fail to deliver.
Gabby was busy with new clients the next day and didn’t have a moment to rest. She remembered Colt talking about his wife Claire coming in and she wanted to find out if it was true. After the last client left and she counted her tips, she looked up in the files and found her in computer. Claire Andrews did come in once a month and usually for a cut and a color and it stopped. She didn’t remember her though she worked there at the time. The reason being, she always had an appointment with Sven and him only and usually early in the morning. That night while they closed up, she asked him if he remembered.
“Sven, do you remember someone named Claire Andrews? She came in here a couple of years ago. You were the only one that did her hair.” She washed the towels in the washing machine as Sven folded the dried ones.
“Claire Andrews, yes. It was awful, what happened. She was such a sweet and beautiful woman. How do you know her?”
“I don’t. I met her husband. He’s the guy at Marcos place that morning. He’s the pilot.”
“Wow. She used to tell me about him. They were so much in love.”
“How did she die?”
“A car accident. She was on her way home on the New Jersey Turnpike one late winter night. She didn’t see a pile up on the highway and slammed into the car in front of her and a semi slammed into her. It crushed her. I went to the funeral. I never saw someone so broke up over a death like her husband.”
