Colt

Emma Bruce

The Lusty Zilosecs Series Volume 1- Colt

By Emma Bruce

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Dedication:

To All The Boys Of The Night.

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Chapter One

There could be no doubt; he was a creature of the night. She’d stood watching for three of them now. Three nights of standing here under the half-illuminated Corn Dog sign and taking in every one of his sculpted, feral moves—fascinated by the blue-black moonlight reflecting off of his leather jacket and ebony hair as he took tickets, hopped up to check the greased piston of the swirling ride and then locked the gate when all the night’s revelry had ended. And she couldn’t watch any longer. “Colt Badman?” she asked as she approached, hoping to hell the beat of her heart hadn’t extended out from beneath her black sweater like a cartoon caricature. He looked up, cigarette dangling from his lips, spray of inky hair tumbling over his forehead just masking those deep and dreamlike eyes. Keep to the plan, Laura. Just keep to the plan, she reminded herself as she swallowed and continued to move near. He turned away just as quickly as he swung a padlocked chain over the gate. “Who wants to know?” “I do.” He jumped down from a short stone wall with unbelievably lithe grace and shoved his hands into the tight pockets of his jeans. “Why?” “Because I need Colt Badman.” He was directly across from her now, his presence surrounding her. To say he was good looking was like the old Moby Dick was just a fish line. This fella was so much more than a fish. “I’m Colt Badman. What the hell do you want?” She swallowed, sucked in what she could of good clean air and made a fist at her side before she willed herself to release it. 5

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“If you’d step over there, I’d be happy to explain myself,” she managed to mutter. He glanced toward the Corn Dog stand, did a quick once over of her yet again and then shrugged. “Give me a second.” “Fine.” Laura was grateful for the reprieve as she moved to lean against the dull siding of the vendor cart dotted with congealed mosquitoes and sticky remnants of mustard. She settled herself against the area she deemed the cleanest and observed the show of Colt Badman closing up. And what a sight it was. Hoards of woman ambled up, whispered, flirted, indicated a quiet nook to fornicate with crooked finger lures, but he simply smiled, smoked and saluted goodnight as he went about his business. Finally twenty minutes after Laura had glued herself to the cart he approached, the last of yet another cigarette between his seriously sexy lips. He inhaled, pitched it and faced her. “What the hell do you want?” “You’re rather rude.” He laughed then and shook his head. “Honey, rude is one of my better qualities.” Laura extended a hand that he looked at but didn’t move to take before she quickly retracted it once again. “I’m looking for someone and I was told you may be able to help me.” He angled his head and directed a mighty spit to the ground. “Not interested,” he said and turned to flick off the Corn Dog light. She couldn’t let him go…for so many reasons. She lunged, caught his sleeve only to realize a steely arm waited beneath. “Please.” He seemed almost curious as he tilted his head and squinted those sexy eyes. Her heart revved and she cursed herself for showing the slightest sexual interest in this coldhearted hellion unwilling to help, other than for his own gratification if he was. She removed her hand and lifted it to her neck. She could feel wisps of her auburn hair against her flesh that was generally covered with a turtleneck no matter what the weather. “I’m perfectly prepared to sleep with you. I understand you generally request that as part of your payment.” “That’s bullshit.”

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She thought it best to just continue as if he hadn’t spoken in order to forge ahead with all that she had left to do. “If you’d step closer, we could begin. Right here would be fine.” He emitted a sinister chuckle. “Do I look to you like a guy who needs to charge a woman to fuck me?” “No, but I understand—” “Who the fuck sent you?” he snarled. “Your sister,” she whispered. “But she didn’t tell me about the sex. Someone else did. Someone who paid you that way once before.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her against the stand. “I’m not interested. I don’t care who the fuck told you I was—I’m not. Now go find some other asshole to help you find your sweetheart. I’m not your guy.” And then before he could leave she bolted in front of him. “It’s not a sweetheart that I’m looking for. It’s my brother. My little brother. He’s been gone for two years, and now my mother is dying of breast cancer—right now, right this second—and she just needs to know he’s all right; that he’s at peace. If he is, she can go.” Laura felt a humiliating tear sparkle in her eye, forced it back. “She’s been waiting so long.” He sighed and shook his head, bent over, grabbed his knees and lifted again, all while muttering, “Shit.” “So you’ll help me?” He reached for another cigarette, lit it against what seemed to be his palm and then inhaled. Laura tried to cover a little cough. “I’ll give you five minutes. Five. If I don’t get some sort of jibe from you, then you leave. Got it?” “I’ve got it,” she said and stepped to his side. *** Holy Christ he was going to give it to Cady. She had no fucking right. No right at all to tout him, to even talk about him. Not even to mention his goddamned name. He’d never wanted this. Never asked for a power that gave him nothing but trouble time after time after time. And then she sends this chick here. This chick who had probably never been further south than Griffin’s Department Store, with an offer for sex in exchange for 7

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information about her precious little brother who, in reality, probably had a thousand dollar a day cocaine habit and was most likely sleeping at the bottom of this lake, courtesy his unpaid distributor. But there was something about her. Something about her eyes maybe, though Colt had never noticed a set of eyes in his life. Maybe it was her stiletto boots that made her legs a little too long and shapely, or maybe the sexy dip of sweater that revealed plump cleavage though he wasn’t quite sure she knew it. “Walk with me,” he snarled and she fell into step beside him. “What’s your name?” “Laura Heller. I’m a journalist.” He stopped dead in his tracks. “No. No fucking way.” “No!” She touched his hand. “I’m not here as journalist. I’m employed as a journalist.” He shook his head, ran his palms down his cheeks in quick succession and tried to fight the odd little buzz he’d felt when she touched him. “I’m not even very good. I work for a supplement for the Sunday Times. Cooking & Home. I never get the top-story beat. Ever.” She was pleading with him and that certain something in her eyes lured him, pulled him really. “I will deny anything you write about me.” “Do you cook?” “What?” “Cook? “No, I don’t cook.” “Then why would I write anything about you?” And he had to hand it to her. “Point taken,” he said and pried her hand from his jacket. “When did your brother disappear?” he asked as they neared the water. “Two years ago. Almost to the day. It was near Labor Day and he was last seen with a group of friends near the point. They all went home and he was left tending the fire. No one ever saw him again.” Colt stopped and looked out to the breaker point beyond them. “What was his name?” “Danny. He was nineteen. He would’ve turned twenty-one this Halloween.” 8

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He couldn’t resist it then. Couldn’t resist facing her with a smirk. “That was good.” “What do you mean?” She looked seriously confused. “I mean the Halloween birthday thing. Cool. What else did my sister tell you?” This was so fucking typical, Colt thought as he tromped back toward the park. Cady was always thinking she knew what was best, always thinking that he’d better get on with it because she couldn’t until he had. Well fuck her. Fuck everyone. “Mr. Badman.” The chick had hurried along and now reached for his arm one more time as he whirled. “I don’t understand.” Her pert tits pushed up against her sweater with her thrust. He’d gotten laid just that afternoon and he shouldn’t want her. Not her, not like this, but Christ almighty he did. He’d always found the hesitant, unkindled fuck the most interesting. The others, like the pizza girl he’d nailed just five hours ago were boring. Sure he’d sunk into her, pulled her nipples all through it because he liked to hear her squeal, and then filled her with thick creamy cum that she immediately dipped into once he’d pulled out, but she hadn’t been memorable. Hadn’t been essential, though he didn’t want essential to begin with. He just wanted to be left alone. “Look, I don’t know who you are or who you think I am or what the hell my sister told you, but I’m not interested. Period.” “But you said you’d listen.” “Holy Christ, you are persistent.” Her round eyes met his and didn’t look away though they clearly wanted to. “I know. For my family, I am very persistent.” And then with a crack of something powerful and real, lightening streaked the sky followed by a sharp clap of thunder. Within seconds, rain pelted them both as they stood in the downpour, staring at each other. He knew enough about her already to know she wasn’t leaving. Another bolt zinged the line of the Skyway Paratrooper ride and crackled. “Come on,” he said and tugged her toward his little trailer tucked at the edge of Kiddie Land.

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Chapter Two

Though he came from the night, he fit here too somehow. Fit here in the awkward, ancient trailer with chipped paneling and a thin plaid blanket flung over the makeshift bed that must’ve once been a table. He moved with precision as if each move was set and calculated. Laura tried to forget she stood in a small, confined space, alone with the most sensual man she’d ever seen. “You’re very different from your sister.” He grumped and searched for something beneath the stovetop counter. “She’s quite lovely.” He raised his eyes. “I’m not lovely?” “No. You’re dark and brooding and probably unhappy.” “Shit, you are as perceptive as you are persistent.” “You’re relatively well-spoken when you want to be. I’ll give you that.” He stood up with a battered teakettle in his hand. “Golly, thanks.” He filled the kettle and lit a burner that came on with a mighty whoosh. “I really don’t want to waste your time. I just need some information about my brother. Any information at all.” He flung his jacket onto a flimsy director’s chair, leaned against the meager counter and crossed his arms over his chest, revealed now under a tattered muscle shirt. “You need to step closer.” Laura wondered if he detected the gulp as she swallowed. She stepped near him, stopping just short of where he stood. “Closer,” he said in a quiet voice. She did as she was told until their torsos touched. She gave an instant shiver at the contact. “Are you clairvoyant?” she whispered. 10

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“Not in the traditional sense,” he whispered back and reached up ever so gently to stroke her wet hair. “What then?” He ignored her question as he ran his hand down the damp strands. “I’ll be honest here. I’m not feeling him and that’s usually not good.” “What do you mean?” Laura asked as her heart sped for so many reasons. “If he were alive and well, I’d feel it.” “Then tell me he’s at peace, wherever he is.” She startled as the teakettle gave a mighty whistle. He grinned, reached around and killed the flame. “Jumpy.” It was more than she could take. She stepped back. “What would make it possible for you to feel him?” He snatched two Styrofoam cups from the countertop. “I don’t know, but most likely I’d have to get inside of you.” “Excuse me?” He glanced over his broad shoulder as he poured and then spooned in teaspoons of instant coffee. “Inside of you.” “My head?” “I was just there. It’s not working.” She swallowed hard and detected his smirk although he didn’t face her. “You said you don’t sleep with clients.” He turned, handed her the cup and took a steaming sip out of his. “You’re not listening. I’m not clairvoyant, I’m a Zilosec—the closest explanation would be ‘warlock’, though it doesn’t have a helluva lot to do with Bewitched. No zany dancing bears or snowstorms in July.” “I guess I don’t understand. I assumed from what your sister said that you were psychic or something.” He shook his head. “Nope. We’re descendents of a long line, though our father is mortal and it’s weakening. I seem to have strength in the ‘seeing’ department. I just see shit whether I want to or not, but sometimes it’s not clear and I need a little help.” “And your sister?”

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“Female power is stronger—always. She has everything, though my vision is clearer and I hate it. I hate it so much. We have a younger brother too; he’s more like Cady, more--well rounded. I’m the black sheep.” Man oh, man was he ever. “So you just see things?” He took a sip and tossed her a packet of fast-food restaurant sugar. “Yeah, I just see things.” “Why are you here in this rundown amusement park then? Why don’t you help the FBI or something?” “Just because you have something doesn’t mean you want it.” “So you’d withhold relaying much needed information just because you’re a little resentful?” He looked at her a long moment and then he smirked. A lovely, sexy smirk. “Who told you I wager sex?” “Holly O’Shea.” “Ahh, Holly O’Shea.” “Yes,” she said in a tiny voice. “Where the fuck did you run into Holly O’Shea?” He stepped closer and her heart started drumming a Beatles tune. “Cady told me you worked here, that you managed the place and lived here. I wasn’t exactly sure where it was…I don’t come down to the shore often—” He set his cup on the counter. “I’m sure you don’t.” “I stopped in a bar along the highway and she was in there. She said you helped her once, and charged her only sex.” He slowly shook his head. “I helped her find her boyfriend who’d left her with three kids and not a word. I did fuck her—long and hard—but I would’ve fucked her anyway. I was horny that night. Maybe she thought it was payment, but it wasn’t. It was me getting my rocks off. I didn’t charge her because I didn’t help her. I’d seen the guy here with his new girlfriend three hours before. I just told her what I knew. Women believe whatever the hell they want to believe, Laura.” He was so strange, but so fascinating and she’d never remembered being more confused. “But you’re not getting any feeling about Danny?” He grabbed her arms, held her firm. “No.” 12

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“Then I should go.” He took the cup from her hands, set it behind him and returned his grip. “Let me inside of you—all the way—and I’ll tell you if I feel anything.” She heard herself murmur, “All right.” *** Shit. He wasn’t hard up, wasn’t deprived. Then why the hell did he sense it from somewhere foreign and deep that he needed to feel her? Needed to slip into her just to see. He’d never been at a loss for women—never needed to search to find one. They were always right there and always willing. This one had been too, but desperation was her motivation and Colt didn’t even care. Didn’t care at all that she only wanted to find her kid brother. He hadn’t lied—he hadn’t been able to see the kid at all and sometimes deep physical contact with someone who shared his DNA worked. There were other methods that he could’ve incorporated had she been unappealing, married or just any other chick on the planet. But this one he needed to taste. And he did. He dipped his head, covered her mouth and kissed her, a sweet kiss the likes he hadn’t used since he was sixteen and finally made contact with his first real crush. Laura responded with the sinful taste of minty gum and raspberry lipstick. She moaned slightly as he deepened it, switched the angle, clutched her jaw and coaxed her mouth open with his tongue. She was a fast learner, opening wide, welcoming him in and then playing with laps of her own. He never broke the contact as he backed her to the bed that he wished he’d cleaned up. She fell to it with him above her, never flinching at his weight. He paused to whip off his shirt as thunder rattled the trailer. She didn’t hesitate to lift and discard her own, which proved she’d been bra-less all along and surprised him more by kicking off those sexy boots and peeling her jeans until she was nude and reclining against his dingy blanket.

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A bolt of lightening illuminated the bed and Colt saw her perfect tits highlighted with dusky, pointed nipples. Taking the signal from her, he tugged his jeans open and down, ripped them off and threw them to the floor before he nudged her back with more force than he’d intended and raked his fingers along the flesh of her long neck. He lingered there for a brief moment and then trailed to her chest where he grasped her right breast and dove. He didn’t have the finesse to lick and kiss and coax tonight. Hunger rose within him, odd and primitive hunger. He sucked in the distended nipple, instantly using his teeth to scrape the tip and then devour. His hand groped to the other, kneaded, flicked, worshipped. Her long fingers grazed his hair and without looking he saw her head fall back and her mouth open. Lightening flashed and he continued on, unable to stop had she wanted him to. When finally he took his fill from her, he had only sucked in enough to fuel his journey lower. Her belly was firm and smooth as his fingers and tongue wandered to the alluring small patch of curls. Colt burrowed there, relished the kinky softness against his cheek as his hand delved into the folds of her. “Colt,” he heard her cry. “Oh, Colt!” He wondered where this need had come from, this hot, heavy and strange need. He hadn’t felt it earlier when he’d fucked the pizza girl, had never felt it before—not the very first time he entered a woman, a strange cleric friend of his mother’s who seduced him near an old cauldron with the stereotypic black cat looking on. Nor had it been there any of the thousands of times since when he pushed in, pumped, released and then was on his way. His fingers traced the plump lips of Laura’s sex, felt her need, as he smelled her desire. It was a sweet invitation to the depths of her. He nibbled the lips and allowed his finger to gently stroke the most alluring clit he’d ever seen—pink and hard and beckoning. “Oh please,” she said, her head swaying. He dove and sucked while three of his fingers speared her. She bucked and then settled around them to ride. He lapped at her glorious clit as he sawed his fingers inside of her, all but pulling out and then thrusting back in. An image filled his brain, hazy, but there. He pushed it away as he feasted. 14

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“Oh my God!” she squealed as he led her up with the fluttering of his tongue. “Come for me, Laura,” he whispered against her. His fingers wrenched her and she cried at both the force and the feel. “Ahh,” she breathed, thunder shaking the cheap trailer he called home. “You like to be eaten,” he moaned against her pulsating bud. She bit her lip, traced her nipples and gyrated in his hand. “Oh, this way,” she muttered. And he felt it as she did. Felt it build and climb and then unfold as he caught it in his hand. She rocked and screamed, grabbing his shoulders, gouging them with her French manicure. He loved it, he ate it, he bathed in it. When she’d quieted and loosened her grip, he eased his fingers from her core, gave her plump beaded clit a sweet lick and moved to rest against her breast.

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Chapter Three

Laura felt as weak as a kitten as she cradled him against her breasts. She was no stranger to sex, to the feel of a man over her, in her, but Colt Badman defied all rules that had come before. He was the perfect specimen and of course he would be well schooled in what a woman needed. She was here, doing this, holding him, for Danny and she had to remember that. “Did you see anything?” she asked. He chuckled. “I mean about my brother,” she said. He raised his head, met her eyes with those deep chocolate brown ones. “Truthfully, there was something. A glimmer, but I lost it.” She framed his face with her hands and didn’t bother to blink away the tears. “I should be home with my mother. We have Hospice now, and it could really be any time. I shouldn’t be here with you, getting—” “Fucked?” “Yes…that.” “But you want to be here. That much I’m certain of.” He reached up, kissed her, lingered with his tongue so she was sure to taste herself. “Colt?” she asked when he’d pulled away. “Hmm.” “Can you stop her pain? Can you make her hold on, but not suffer?” He cocked his head and looked more sincere than she’d seen him. “I don’t have that power, Laura. It would take years to develop that kind of skill, and I’ve spent years fighting it. But…” he shifted. “Lie back,” he said and lowered to suck in a nipple. She watched as he closed his eyes and sucked first one and then the other. She was just beginning to feel the sexual tremor build when he lifted, pushed the two together and bathed both her nipples at the same time with his frantic tongue. 16

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She heard herself coo, squirm, relish, when he abruptly stopped, released her and flopped back against the bed. “Tits are a maternal link. Your mother is as comfortable as she can be right now and she’s not leaving you tonight.” Laura balanced on her elbow and stared down at him below. “Thank you. So much.” One corner of his sculpted mouth rose. “You wanna thank me?” “Yes.” “Blow me.” And for the first time, she allowed her gaze to travel down to his enormous cock standing at rapt attention. It was huge, but of course it would be. He wasn’t circumcised which touched her somehow, though she’d never before encountered an enrobed penis. “You’re big,” she muttered. “I am. Does that bother you?” “Not at all. I just don’t think I’ve ever had one that large.” “Machinery’s all the same, baby,” he moaned as he grabbed her hand and directed it to his shaft. She took over the jerky pull and watched his eyes slip closed as she tugged. He looked so innocent lying there with long lashes fluttering as he quivered. Laura kept up her greedy pace as she lowered to swipe the tip with her tongue. Pre-cum glistened and she licked it up before sliding her mouth over the thick head. The foreskin left little room, but she worshipped the glorious rod with long, smooth strokes, taking him to the back of her throat and twisting. His hips punched the bed as he bucked. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered over and over again. It delighted her to delight him—to watch him lose his well-honed control in her web. She sucked as if he was a decadent summer treat and felt the tightening of his large sack in her palm. He obviously felt it too as he sat up to a deafening crack of thunder and pulled her off. “Now,” was all he said. She nodded and attempted to lie back, but he shook his head and positioned her as he wanted, on all fours as he approached her from behind. Odd, she thought, but was it really? There was no room for tenderness here, only room for hard and straight sex so he’d somehow receive that rapturous vision. 17

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He was an expert at placement and she lowered her head at the exposed embarrassment, but as if he knew, he gently rubbed her back. “It’ll be good,” he whispered with silky kisses to her spine. And then common sense hit her hard and true. “What about—” she called over her shoulder. “My sperm is only active for a window of forty days after the winter solstice. Both male and female Zilosecs are only fertile during that time. That’s why we’re all born in October. I can’t get any of your diseases either so I’m completely clean. There’s no need to cover anything.” “Oh,” she managed to reply, though it didn’t really seem to make sense. But of course it had to be true. The last thing Colt Badman would want would be an entanglement. Her heart hammered as she prepared to allow the first man inside who would be bare and raw and truly fill her. And fill her he did. He didn’t ease in, simply there when he hadn’t been before. She felt the searing, sinful pressure and then he instantly started to fuck. “Christ, you’re fine.” But she couldn’t answer as she felt him so deep, it was hard to distinguish that he hadn’t become part of her, fused to her. She circled her hips. He answered with a satisfying groan and pumped harder. “Does it feel the same for you as for most men?” “You talk too much,” he murmured, as his hard rod prodded through her channel. He was so stiff, so straight, so warm, and so good! “Colt,” she heard herself mew as she ground against him and then marveled when he placed his warm palm on the small of her back. The pressure was decadent, unlike anything she’d ever felt, as though he were stroking himself through her. He rubbed gently, pumped, grasped her shoulder and speared her deeply as he urged her to take more. Laura felt an all-consuming pull as she ground on him. She glanced out at the driving rain and the taunting smiling fiberglass clown that peeked through the window with flashes of light when he should have been guarding Kiddie Land. And oh boy what he must’ve seen.

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Colt lifted her manually, pulling her up from beneath her arms so her back rested against his iron chest. He had to rock now since he could no longer thrust, but he didn’t seem to mind as he stirred inside her with deep and primal groans. He wanted her breasts, her bead, it was obvious as his hands flew over the front of her—massaging, tweaking the nipples, and pinching her clitoris into surrendering. Her eyes were half closed but she could still see. She could see his hands working, hear his moans, feel his breath, feel the tight thick length of him buried so deep she wasn’t sure they’d ever get him out. Thunder crashed, lightening flashed, the trailer rocked with angry wind. “He did this that night,” he whispered in her ear. “Took a girl this way. Took her hard and fast and needy. She loved it though, the little blonde who loved him.” “Tami!” “Yes, Tami. They would’ve made it together, made a life. He loved her, she loved him, but your mother wanted…” His voice trailed off. It was all too much, too overpowering and real. Laura slumped over, but Colt wouldn’t have surrender. He pried her up, tugged her nipples, gently bit the flesh of her neck. “Your mother said they were too young. He needed to be an engineer. He needed to finish school like his perfect older sister had.” His thrust was deep, angry, maddening and guilt swirled through her but she fought it as she struggled to speak. “Did Tami do something to him?” Colt’s head fell back as he lifted her hips and then dropped her over his rigid shaft again, and again, and again. “No, only made him come. She went home like she was supposed to. A cousin, a friend—” His voice broke off as Laura’s mind swirled. Yes, Tami’s friend and cousin Melanie had brought her home that night just as she’d told the police. “She dripped of him because he’d filled her, hadn’t used a rubber because he was crazed.” “Oh,” Laura fell against him; weak, unable to take the thunder, the sex, the emotion, but Colt held her up, suspended her. “He stayed behind to make sure the fire died just like everyone said he had.”

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Laura felt the tremor rising from the pit of her, spiraling through her from her hairline to her polished toes. With knowledge came fear and with fear came a twisted high that hurled her into the orgasm. It didn’t approach softly. She felt tears fall as she shuddered around Colt’s cock while he massaged her neck, licked her throat, pinched all those other glorious places. “Fuck,” he muttered as he blew on the heels of her climax. He grasped her to him, the strength of him terrifying as he pumped her full—the spurts splashing into the heart of her, causing her to shake all the more. It lasted long seconds until both of them whimpered, fell flat against the mattress and crashed into sleep.

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Colt woke to a drizzling rain and thunder rumbling in the distance, more grumpy now than pissed. He lifted, made out ‘1:10’ on his old clock and glanced over at the lovely Ms. Heller asleep on her belly with his leg flung over her long and perfect stems. “Shit,” he sputtered and eased off of her as he instinctively reached to the ledge behind him for a cigarette. He lit, inhaled and glanced out at the dark, wet night. He’d seen what she wanted him to see, at least most of it, but he was well aware that there was still more. No one knew that the visions hurt; that they pounded in your head and made you feel like you could vomit or die—either could be interchangeable. But something else hurt now. His cock had taken the beating of its life and now was aching again as it sensed her and thickened to the need. And his fucking heart hurt. Right there in the middle of his chest. Was it because he had to tell her that the kid got sloppy drunk waiting for the driftwood to burn, was still giddy from ripping out his girlfriend’s virginity and had stumbled into the unforgiving water and smashed his head? He’d drifted out to the ocean, been annihilated by the natural life that lived beneath the surface and there was nothing left to float home to be put in a box. Colt had to tell her. Had to let her know there was no foul play, nothing controversial, just a dumb kid who didn’t know better. But it would hurt. She was losing her mother now too, and he’d felt with every lick of Laura’s tantalizing tits that she had about a month left and no more. She’d die when the leaves turned golden and the world turned its cheek to feel the cool harvest air. He’d be here then. Closing up the park for the winter and then settling in for the long, cold ride. 21

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Maybe his sister wanted more—wanted the part of them that was human and felt the need for that family, that love that his parents obviously shared. Colt loved his sister, but loathed ‘the gift’ and he couldn’t let it matter that because he was older by eight minutes and because the goddamn Zilosec legacy said it was so, he was supposed to do everything first so the order of things wasn’t disturbed. Heath was younger by three years and the happiest guy Colt knew. He could take the gift or leave it, welcomed love but did fine without it too. Why the hell was he himself so different? Why the hell had it always seemed like a fucking curse? Maybe because he remembered more. Maybe because he’d heard his parents fucking and moaning and loving each other when there was no food on the table and only lights half the time because his human father had fallen victim to the power. You couldn’t live between two worlds and Colt damn well knew it. “Hi,” Laura murmured with one eye open and a pillow still clutched beneath her. “Hi.” “What time is it?” “After one.” She popped up, her delicious tits swaying. “I have to go.” “It’s still raining and it’s a long walk to your car.” “Can’t you just close your eyes and zap me there?” she asked as she fumbled for her shirt. He had to laugh. “You really have seen too many episodes of Bewitched.” He caught her wrist, kissed it. “Why don’t you stay?” “Stay?” she asked, blinking beneath her disheveled hair. “Yeah, stay. I’d like to fuck you again.” She stared for a minute and then sucked in a breath. “As romantic as that sounds, I need to check on my mother.” “She’s okay. I told you that.” “And why should I trust you?” He shrugged, took a long drag of his cigarette and then offered it to her. She surprised him by taking it, pulling on the end and inhaling the punch of the Camel. “I think you know why,” he muttered.

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She lowered her head and seemed modest all of a sudden as she tried to cover her tits. “What are you exactly?” “I told you. I’m a Zilosec. I’m a cousin to what you know as a traditional witch. I have power, though it’s not honed and I like it that way. The toughest, fiercest gift is seeing.” “You saw Danny last night.” “Felt him. Saw him a little, felt him mostly.” “He’s dead.” “Yeah, he’s dead.” “But there wasn’t any foul play?” Colt finished off the cigarette and killed it in a cracked dish. “No. It was an accident. He stumbled into the water, hit his head, got dragged out to sea…” He looked up and saw her tears, realized he’d just slaughtered any hope she’d ever held. He reached to catch a tear and then leaned in and licked another. “I’m sorry, Laura, but you really already knew, didn’t you?” She wiped her eyes and let the blanket she’d tucked around her fall. “I suppose.” “It wasn’t horrible for him. He was out, didn’t know, didn’t feel how powerless he was. He’s okay, in a light place.” “I need to go,” she whispered as she looked up. “Do I owe you anything?” He shook his head and for the first time in his life wished the girl would stay. “But on second thought…” He pushed her back and dove his hand to her glorious tit. “I’d like to taste these one more time.” Her hair splayed against the pillow as she swallowed a deep swallow while he massaged. “It feels wrong when Danny’s dead.” Colt brushed the nipple with the tip of his tongue. “It’s not wrong, Laura. It’s not wrong to feel a little bit.” She braced her hand against his cheek and nudged him to rise. “Why were you so angry when I found you?” “Because I hate this. I hate everything that seeing brings.” “Why?” “I don’t know. Why does anyone hate anything?”

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“Your sister never told me she had power too. She was working in the library when I went in searching for information on local psychics. She said I needed to find you.” “Cady hasn’t yet realized that it really isn’t a blessing, but a curse.” “She seems to love you. She had wonderful things to say.” “We’re twins. I guess she has to.” “You’re twins?” Her eyes widened. “But she’s blonde, and fair and—” “I’m not.” “It’s just that it’s hard to believe you’re siblings, let alone twins.” “She looks a lot like our mother. I’m more like our father. I’m more human.” He began his gentle stroking of her nipple once again. She mewed and he lowered to capture it in his teeth. He adored it, revered it, and wanted to feel the tight little bud between his lips everyday for the rest of his life. And he couldn’t have that. He turned on the untamed charm, the wildness that made him a legend to the women who searched for the heat. He knew deep inside that Laura was so much more than a casual fuck, and knew with equal intensity that’s all she could be. “Spread your legs,” he growled and she did, offering. His hand plunged, scooped out his own juice that he found there and smeared it wherever he could reach. He took some, spread it over the tit he’d squeezed so the nipple puckered up and out, then dove to lick it. Laura gasped and sighed at his boldness. “Oh!” she cried as he did it again and took her wrist, thrusting it down so her delicate fingers made contact with her own center of desire. “Finger yourself,” he muttered as he sucked the nipple. She attempted to protest, to pull back her hand, but he guided it back to the place he wanted. “Do it,” he commanded and she did. Her finger traced her bead, her body squirming as he suckled her. Braver now, she slid a manicured finger into her core, bucked to the beat of it and added another. “Colt,” she sighed as she pleasured herself. “I’m here,” he said, pausing to watch as he used his fingers to keep her tits sensitive and needy. “I feel so silly.” “Baby, silly is the last thing you are.” 24

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“I need—” “What, baby, what do you need?” She thrashed around; fingering her stretched pussy as her other hand coaxed her clit. She’d masturbated before, it was evident, but Colt realized he was witnessing her first time at play in front of someone else. “I need you!” “What do you need?” He tugged her nipples and listened to her squeal. “I need you! You! Your cock, in me, now!” “You do, huh?” He lowered, gave each tip a fluttery lick and then snatched her hands away from her pleasure zone, pinning them to the pillow near her head. “You want a good fuck?” “Yes!” “You’re a nice journalist, putting together little Cooking & Home segments. What the fuck do you want with my huge, uncut cock?” “In me!” she cried, panting, begging. He watched her, forced her eyes open with the pressure of his thumbs though he didn’t touch one of her sexual hot points at all. Still, she was seconds from the top. Seconds from a mind altering come. He kissed her and scolded her with a nip of teeth when she attempted to nurse his tongue. He had to gauge it; had to see if there was more and for that he needed her to surrender, not just her body but also her soul. Their eyes locked. He kissed her nose, stroked her cheeks and led her. “Oh, Colt, please,” she cried. She was dripping and needy and he felt it in his cock that so wanted to spear her, but he needed a minute more. “Say his name,” he commanded. “Think about him.” “Now?” “Yes, now when you’re this close. You leave the atmosphere during an orgasm. Did you know that, Laura? Everyone does, they’re just not in tune to it.” “And you are?” she whispered. “Yeah, I am. Think of him.” He could feel that she did as she mouthed, “Danny.” 25

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He left her there, hovering as he held her steady and began a gyrating rhythm against her that he couldn’t will himself to stop. If he entered her now he was dead, lost, gone, holding the losing hand. His mother had always sworn it to be true, but he never believed it until now. There was someone for everyone—human, Zilosec or something in between. And here she was. His mind clouded and rolled—rolled through years of sadness and the feelings of utter difference from every other being he knew. Rolled through fucks and dismounts and the coy games that came with lack of interest. He saw her too. Saw her with youthful trust as she surrendered her virginity to someone unworthy who poked her too hard, made her cry and was done before she even got started. He saw her as a young college student with someone she thought she’d loved as she took a risk, mounted him and rode, while the guy tried to figure out what to do with sexual prowess that he couldn’t handle. He saw her with her boss—older, bald and dull as hell as he gave each of her tits and her glorious clit a quick lick before he speared her with his skinny dick, said a prayer as he pumped which made her uncomfortable and came in little spurts in a rubber that was too big for him. Colt’s gut ached at the sight, ached seeing her with anyone but him, yet welcomed an odd sense of pride when he realized that none of them had pleased her. And she was so fucking easy to please. She looked so scared there beneath him, and he knew she was seeing shit too— what he wasn’t sure—but shit she never thought she’d see. “Is it him?” he asked and she thrashed her head, attempting to escape the sight. He reached down, felt her still wet and dripping and did what he swore he wouldn’t do. He entered her hard and fast and stirred everything around from her heartbeat to her breathing as she called out at the shock of ten thick inches buried to the hilt. He lost it all as he fucked, lost the vision, the connection, keeping only the need. “Laura,” he said her name in reverence as he clutched her thighs, hoisted them up and ravaged from a different angle. 26

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Her head rolled against his pillow; her eyes attempted to close. “Look at me, Laura. Look at me.” She did and the fear and lust melded and mixed until they were nearly the same. And then in a shadow he saw it, gasped because not much surprised him anymore, and then tried to tune it in. “Christ!” He felt the boiling in his balls, the stiffness of his cock, and the warmth of her contracting around him. He needed to give this vision to her, to fuck it into her. He’d never done it before, but he needed to try. “Laura,” he murmured, kissed her, grabbed her nipples, twisted them until she cried that cry that was equal parts pleasure and pain. He lowered his hand found her bead, stroked it as he pumped and then pushed all that he was and would ever be into her. *** On the crest of her orgasm she felt it. Felt something cool and sizzling course through her veins, through her sex, through her heart. “Colt!” she cried because only he could sense it. “What is it?” “Look,” he commanded, steadying her chin, nipping it as he pushed. And she did. And suddenly it was all so clear. She screamed this time, right out loud, arched and locked eyes with the rude and voyeuristic clown outside of the window. “Colt…” she cried, extending his name, holding him close, knowing all she’d ever need was what he was feeding her. He cried too, a tear trickled down his handsome cheek as he exploded with a force that welded them together. He crashed to her chest, his breathing jagged, his heart racing. Her climax came in parts—one, two, three—and she milked them all, rode them all, felt changed by them all as he panted above her, allowing her the use of his cock as she worked to siphon all that she could. When it finally quieted and only their hearts moved in sync, she met his eyes. “You saw,” he said. She grasped the sweaty waves of his hair. “Is it true?” He kissed her a chaste kiss and nodded. “I think so. That is if you saw the same thing.” 27

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“A baby. My brother got Tami pregnant that night and she has his baby. That’s why she left town—she didn’t want my mother to know, because she already knew she resented her.” “That’s what I got too,” he muttered. “A little boy. She had a little boy who is fifteen months old, walking, smiling just like Danny.” “He is Danny. She named him that.” “In Westerfield?” Laura mumbled. “Yeah, only three hours from here.” “And my mother needs to see him, just once, before she goes?” “Yeah.” “Oh, Colt!” She plastered his face with those tiny junior high kisses. “I can never thank you enough.” He rolled from her, pulling out of the only spot he’d ever really desired and fumbled for another cigarette. She was out of bed in a second, snatching her clothes from the rumpled pile on the floor, kicking on her boots before she turned to him. “Will you come with me?” He nearly choked on his Camel. “Huh?” “Will you come with me? Come help me find my nephew and then come with me so my mother can meet you both and then later, when we’ve done it all, come in me.” “You want me to come?” “Fast learner, Mr. Badman,” she said and swiped the cigarette from his hand. He watched her smoke, watched her delicate lips suck on the tip and felt his cock quiver. She saw it too and smiled. “He’s a tenacious fella. Isn’t he tired?” His damn blood thrummed as she lowered and slipped his hardening steel into her mouth before she paused and released him. “I forgot. You’re a Zilosec. You have a lot of stamina.” She sucked him in and his eyes closed at the fucking silky pressure as her teeth grazed the tip. “I don’t remember ever feeling more human than I do right now,” he said and started a soft pump with his hips. She removed her mouth, nipped the purple head and lifted her eyes. “That’s the biggest compliment you could give me,” she said before she dove down to swallow him 28

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once more. She suckled and got him going, then pulled away again. “But there will be other compliments—from me, for me. Did you feel that too, Colt?” His heart hammered as one lonely strand of lightening streaked in the distance. This night had begun like any other and now everything was changed. She was here, he was too and he felt it in the Human-Zilosec core of him that he’d never be alone again. She’d need him soon, when her mother left and the sadness of all of life’s losses visited one more time, but he’d be there—holding her, feasting on her, loving her. He didn’t know how he’d missed it—how he’d missed zeroing in on the vision that his life was going to change—but maybe when faced with love, lust and the deliciousness of it all he was no more savvy than the average guy. “I feel it too,” he said, and then playfully pushed her down to finish the job she’d started.

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Author Bio

Emma Bruce has been writing sizzly romance for three years. THE LUSTY ZILOSECS marks her first turn at crafting a sexy series! When not busy steaming up her office windows, she’s at home in Upstate New York with her husband and three children.

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