Wild Man Creek
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Colin laughed. “I got a great shot of them with the zoom,” he said, pointing at the small herd of deer in the distance.
“They’re headed for the river,” Clay said, “taking the youngsters out for a stroll. I’m a friend of Luke’s and Shelby’s—they mentioned you’d be here for a while.”
“Seems like everyone’s a friend of Luke’s and Shelby’s….”
“I think everyone is a friend of everyone else around here. I’ve only been here since last August myself.” He nodded toward the painting. “That’s beautiful work. I have a cousin who paints—Native American art. He’s now some high mucky-muck artist in Sedona, but he grew up next door to me on the reservation, Navajo Nation. Where are you showing your work?”
“I haven’t had a showing or a sale. Right now I’m just painting.”
“Lots of Native and wildlife work around Albuquerque, Sedona, Phoenix… Might be time for a road trip.”
Colin laughed. “Maybe. When I’m ready.”
“Looks like you’re ready, but what do I know.” Clay tipped his hat. “I want to check the back pastures and roads. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around again. Nice meeting you.”
“And you,” Colin said.
Colin watched as Clay rode away from him. Lots of people seemed interested in the idea that he start selling his work. They didn’t know that putting a price tag on his art wouldn’t change anything. He still wanted to get up in the air.
And he still wanted to get with Jillian Matlock.
Colin worked away for the rest of the day and managed to last until 8:00 p.m. before he headed back over to her place. He drove up alongside the house and parked. Before he even got out of the Jeep he saw her sitting on the back porch step in the dark, leaning against the post, a throw wrapped around her. She had lit a large candle and had a glass of wine in a real wineglass; Jillian was living so sparsely he was surprised she wasn’t drinking her wine out of a coffee cup. He got out and just leaned against the Jeep, looking at her.
The second their eyes connected, before either of them said anything, he sensed it. There was mutual attraction.
“I knew you’d be back, but I didn’t know it would be this soon,” she said.
“What made you think so?”
“I saw it in your eyes,” she said with a shrug. “Lust.”
“Listen, there are a couple of things on my mind,” he said, walking over to her. He sat on the same step but leaned against the opposite post, facing her. “That last boyfriend of yours—what did he do to you?”
“Not telling,” she said, shaking her head. “Maybe someday, but not now. Besides, it shouldn’t concern you.”
“It does. Is there any chance that if I’m just an idiot, I could do the same thing to you? Really mess you up bad?”
She laughed at him. “Colin, I’m surprised! You didn’t strike me as the kind of guy who really worried about that kind of thing!”
“You’re probably right about that. In my world… In the world I come from, I’d see a pretty girl and talk to her for a few minutes, get her phone number, take her someplace, get a read on her expectations and usually end up in bed. It sometimes lasted a few times or maybe a few weeks or maybe a few months. That Army post was like a small town and a guy had to be careful not to get things all stirred up. But I had no idea what a small town was until I came here.”
“Ah,” she acknowledged. “You’re worried about your reputation?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I could give a shit about what people think of me. But if you’ve got some baggage from that last boyfriend—”
“No baggage,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, that’s not entirely honest—I must have some because if he walked up the drive right now, and if I had a gun, it would be so hard not to shoot at him.”
“Now, see, getting shot is not on my list of things I’d like to do. That’s why I’m asking what he’s wanted for.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re completely safe. His behavior and insult cannot be duplicated and besides, I don’t want another boyfriend. Period.”
He leaned toward her. “But do you ever want to settle down or something? Get serious, get married, all that? Someday? Because I have other plans and I don’t want everyone in this town pissed at me, and feeling sorry for you and upset with Luke and Shelby for letting me come here.”
“I know, Colin,” she said. Jill took a sip of her wine. “The Serengeti. For the big game, for a possible extension of your flying career, for a life that’s not so tame.”
“Is it possible you really do understand?” he asked her.
“I believe I do. Besides, I’m not looking for a relationship. Don’t want one,” she said, shaking her head. “And I don’t think you do, either.”
He just shook his head.
“It would be a shame if you gave up painting, however. I don’t know much about art, but I suspect you’re exceptional.”
He scooted a little closer to her; he could feel his eyes growing hot as he looked at her. Hot and bright. “Well, that’s just it, Jilly—you know how your mentor told you to always know what you were going to do next? Painting is what I want to do next. I can’t fly forever—but I can paint for as long as I can stand up and hold a brush. But ‘next’ isn’t here yet. I can fly another twenty years. And while I fly, I should also paint and get better so that when I’m done flying, there’s more painting to do. See what I mean?”
She gave her head a nod. “Sounds perfectly reasonable, Colin. Why are you being so high-strung about it?”
“I don’t want a girlfriend,” he said flatly.
“Understandable,” she said. “I can see how that would really complicate your plans. But I get the distinct impression you want something.”
He reached out one of those long arms and toyed with her hair. “I’ve thought about you all day long. I started thinking about you before today. You and your strange little vegetables, your corporate strategy and your freckles. And other things.”
“Yes, I caught you treating yourself to a stare. Tit for tat, if you’ll pardon the pun.”
He laughed. He hadn’t realized until this very moment how sexy humor was. “Thing is, Jilly, not only am I attracted to you, I actually like you.”
“Be very careful, Colin. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” Then she smiled at him.
He grabbed both sides of her throw and pulled. “Come closer,” he said, edging her toward him. He slipped a hand around to the back of her neck under her hair and leaned toward her, and gave her the briefest of kisses. A test.
“I’ve never kissed a man with a beard,” she said.
“You’ll have to let me know how you like it.” And he went after her mouth more seriously, moving over her lips until they opened and then sweeping the soft inside of her mouth with his tongue. She moaned and her arms came around his neck. He moved from her lips to her neck and whispered, “God, Jilly, you smell good.”
“Soap,” she whispered. “And you showered, too.”
“Were we planning this?” he asked her.
“I was planning to keep you from doing anything like this,” she said. But she’d been thinking about him all day, too. “The problem is, I thought about you, too. And if I’m honest, I wasn’t opposed to the idea,” she said, wiggling still closer. Because this isn’t a relationship, she thought. This is a kind of fling. This is different from anything I’ve ever experienced. And it was strangely unscary.
He pulled her even closer, onto his lap, kissing her hungrily, pulling her chest against his, eating her mouth, feeding her kisses that were deep, hot and consuming. Groaning. Sighing. When he slipped his hand beneath her T-shirt and fondled a n**ed breast, she let her head fall back in a lovely moan. He repositioned her legs so that she straddled his lap. Her instincts took over; she pressed against him. She might think having a man in her life was impractical, especially this man, but he felt good way down where feeling good really mattered.
He lunged against her suddenly, his big hands on her waist, pulling her down against his erection. “Aw, God,” he said, pushing against her. “Damn, that’s good…”
Jillian loved the taste of his mouth; she plunged her fingers into his long hair, freeing it from the ponytail. God, all that thick, curly hair—what she’d give to have hair like that. What she’d give to feel it brushing against her belly. She couldn’t remember ever wanting like this, so hard, so fast. She had absolutely no intention of thinking it over. She was spiraling, falling, diving into him. And all she really wanted at the moment was him diving into her.
He lifted her shirt to look at her br**sts and she directed his mouth to her nipple. With a groan, he went there, licking, pulling it into his mouth where it immediately turned to a hard pebble, exactly the right size, and he sucked on her greedily, making little noises.
Colin felt the heat racing through him, and then she was grinding against him, moving her pelvis against him. He was really close to going completely out of his mind. He held both her br**sts in his hands and whispered against her open mouth, “Oh man, do I want you bad…”
“Hmm…”
“We can’t.”
“Can’t what?” she whispered back, gyrating deliciously.
“I don’t have anything. Protection.”
“Why not!” she pleaded in a desperate whisper.
“Because the last time I had sex was shortly before I was pulled out of a burning helicopter…. I’ll take care of it, though…. I wanted this to happen, but I didn’t know it would.”
She put her hands against his cheeks, looked into his eyes and said, “Take care of it now!”
“Easy, Jilly. Another day won’t kill us.”
“It might!”
He chuckled. “I didn’t know I’d make this kind of progress with you or I would have been better prepared. I’m sorry.”
“Let’s just… You know…” She sighed deeply. “Let’s just do something that doesn’t require protection.”
“Can’t,” he said. He pressed his lips against her throat. “If I get any closer to your skin, if I taste you, I’m going to lose my mind and get up inside you and blow my brains out. Whether I want to or not. I’m too hot. No control on this end.”
“Colin, you can’t really be doing this to me! You started this!”
“I know. I know. I wasn’t thinking, which happens a lot when I’m close to you. But I’ll be back, Jilly, and it’ll be worth the wait.”
“But I should be pushing you away!” she said.
He chuckled against her lips. “I love you this way. You’re just like you should be. But we have to stop…. In just a second…”
“Don’t you dare leave me like this.” Then she stroked his bearded face. “We’ll be all right. It’s a good time of the month to take a chance and there’s morning-after help….”
“Too scary,” he said, shaking his head. Too many issues, too much risk. “We should get it right the first time.” He gently moved her off his lap. “I have to go while I can still walk.”
She was almost panting, her breath was coming so hard.
He leaned down and touched her lips. “I’ll see you soon. And next time I won’t leave you. Go take a nice, warm, bubbly bath and… Well, you’ll be fine.” Then he smiled.
“If you leave me like this, don’t bother to come back!” she said meanly.