Live In Position

by Sadie Grubor

  "I can catch you," he teased.

  "We need to go soon, so control yourself." I laughed, tossing the large sweater into my bag.

  "Control is only fun if it means I get to tie you to the bed and order you to do things."

  My head shot up to determine if he was serious. The grin on his face was playful, but he held a hint of seriousness in his eyes. My stomach flipped with excitement, which surprised me. Would I really consider letting him tie me up?

  The drive to Tacoma was quiet. Victoria played her video game in the backseat. Collin spent half of the drive on his phone with multiple people. I tried to read through some of the edits from the publisher, but reading and riding in a car have never been a good combination for me. When the nausea began I decided to put the book away and give it a break.

  Collin's hand woke me a little bit later, as it wandered around my thigh. I wiped at my eye and stretched. Looking over my shoulder I saw Victoria, too, had fallen asleep.

  "How long was I asleep?"

  "Only about thirty minutes or so," he shrugged a little.

  "Is that all?" It had felt longer.

  "Yep, definitely not long enough for me to molest you in your sleep," he turned and winked. My heart fluttered.

  "Pervert," I blurted. He burst into deep laughter, which made me laugh too.

  "When did she pass out?"

  He shrugged. "Not too long after you. You two seem to be very in sync with each other." He turned with a smile on his face before looking back to the road.

  I lolled my head back onto the headrest and glanced out at the passing scenery. Movement from his hand caught my attention. I looked down to my lap and then up to his grinning face.

  "What do you think you are doing?"

  "Exploring," he grinned.

  I shook my head.

  "Keep your exploration to a minimum. Your daughter's in the backseat." I swatted at his hand playfully.

  "Come on, she's sleeping." I gasped and he laughed. "I'm only joking." He laughed harder.

  When we pulled up I was excited to be back home and quickly got out of the car. Collin growled from the other side of the car, since I didn't wait for him to open my door. However, the smile on my father's approaching face completely voided out his growl.

  "Dad," I jumped into his open arms. "I'm so excited." I squeezed him harder.

  "Pawpaw," Victoria ran up and wrapped her arms around his legs.

  "Hey there little princess," he pulled out of our embrace and picked her up into his arms. "Have you been good?" She nodded furiously. "Good, because I think we have some cookies waiting for you." He practically sang the last few words.

  "We definitely have cookies," Carla appeared on the top step of the porch.

  "Carla," I exclaimed and bolted up the steps. Taking her into my arms I squeezed her too. "I am so excited."

  "You are?" she teased, "I've been waiting on him forever."

  We both laughed and a flash of red hair went passed us.

  "Honey, be careful they're still hot." Carla called out, racing to catch up to her.

  I turned and saw my father and Collin standing uncomfortably. Crap! Walking back I took Collin's hand.

  "Dad, this is Collin Bishop, my fiancé; Collin, this is my father, Rick." I motioned between the two of them.

  Collin released my hand and held it out to my father.

  "It's pleasure, sir."

  My father accepted his hand.

  "Same here. I'm glad you could make down today." Discomfort was all over my father's face.

  "Anything for Sophia," Collin answered without missing a beat. My father smiled at him.

  Once we were in the house, we sat drinking iced tea and eating cookies. Victoria grilled Carla on her wedding dress. She couldn't understand that Carla was not wearing a large white gown. Instead she was wearing a white suit with a small cap and veil. In the end, Carla took Victoria to see the dress.

  Victoria tried not to look disappointed, but I knew her too well. She had big hopes for a large wedding like Miranda's. I offered her more cookies to make her feel better.

  Soon the time came. We drove over to city hall. Dad worked for the city for so long that the judge was a longtime friend. I'd grown up with the police force, lawyers, and other civil workers in my life. It was surreal to watch my father get married by a longtime family friend. Not to mention the look on both Carla and dad's faces as they pledge forever.

  "We could be next, you know?" Collin whispered into my ear.

  I turned my head and saw complete seriousness on his face.

  "I have a feeling your father will be next." I whispered back.

  "I meant today."

  The words were breathy and sent tingles through my body. I shot him a look.

  "There is a waiting period, sorry." I whispered back quickly.

  "Vegas?"

  I shook my head.

  "Why won't you marry me?" He practically whined.

  "You know why, now stop. Today is about my father and Carla." I took his hand into both of mine just to reassure him that my ceremony rejection didn't change how I felt about him.

  We ate a late lunch at the diner, where many people toasted and congratulated their chief of police and his new wife. After, we drove back to my father's house. I grabbed the gift I purchased out of the car and took it in.

  "Oh, Soph, you didn't have to get us anything." My father objected.

  "Non-sense, it's not every day my daddy gets himself one hell of a woman." I winked at Carla.

  He opened the box which was filled with sun block, towels, and sunglasses.

  "Um, Soph, I don't –"

  "Keep digging," I urged.

  Once he took the large towels out of the box, he found the envelope. Slipping his index finger under the flap, he pulled open the envelope and pulled out the two tickets.

  "We can't accept this," my father looked at me in shock.

  "Of course you can." I insisted. "You need a honeymoon."

  "A what?" Victoria asked.

  "What did she do?" Carla looked over my father's shoulder at the tickets. "Sophia, really, we can't –"

  "Of course you can," I sighed. "I wanted to do this. Please?"

  "I don't know," my dad hedged.

  "What is a honeymoon?!" Victoria asked again.

  "It's like a vacation for two people after they get married." Collin answered and set her on his lap.

  "Oh," she sat with a concentrated look.

  "So, you'll take the tickets right?" I stuck out my bottom lip.

  "That's not even fair," my father chuckled. I stuck it out further. "Okay, okay." He patted Carla's knee, "Looks like we are going to Paris for our honeymoon."

  "Yay," I cheered and hugged them both.

  "Do I get to go on your honeymoon with Sophia?" Victoria was twisted in Collin's lap.

  "What?" he asked with confusion.

  "You said only the two people who get married go, but I want to go with you."

  Collin started to laugh at her and I couldn't help but join in.

  "Of course you can go," I rubbed her head and sat back down next to Collin.

  "She can?" He whispered to me. I nodded and moved on to another conversation with Carla and my father.

  The hours passed by and soon Victoria's yawning turned into dozing off in my lap.

  "Perhaps we should let you get her to bed," Carla stood and started looking around. "Where are your bags?"

  "Oh, I didn't get them out of the car."

  "We're staying here?" Collin's question made everyone look at him. "Not that I object, I just wasn't aware." He put his hands up in surrender.

  "Sorry, its okay, if you'd rather stay somewhere else then we can." I rubbed his knee.

  "Why don't you leave Victoria with us, she can sleep in your old room?" I looked at Carla with wide eyes. "Then you two can get a room at the hotel," she saw my expression, "or not."

  "We can't ask you to watch Victoria." Collin stated.

  "Don't
you trust us with her?" My father teased.

  "Of course we do, but it's your wedding night." I argued.

  "You should have tonight to yourselves." Collin added. I nodded in agreement.

  "Non-sense, we'll have two weeks in Paris alone." Carla objected and pulled Victoria from my lap. "You go get her things."

  "What if she wakes up and is upset because we aren't here?" I stood, following her.

  "I'll stay with her so she knows where she is." Carla shrugged.

  "No, we'll take her with us." I argued.

  Carla swatted me away.

  "Go get her bag and let me play grandma. It can be your gift to me." She smiled slyly.

  "I gave you Paris," I chuckled.

  "Then take it back. I'd rather play grandma." She giggled and took Victoria up the stairs.

  I turned to Collin with a look of disbelief.

  "Don't look at me. I am not going to argue with the bride on her wedding day." His hands were up in surrender, again.

  I turned to my father. He shook his head.

  "You won't win this one." He stood from his chair. "Let me walk you out and get her bag."

  "I'll get the bag," Collin exited the room and the house.

  "This isn't fair to you."

  "Sophia, there is no stopping Carla with this, so give up. Plus when I told her you were engaged all she wanted to know was when she would get more grand babies."

  "What?" I choked.

  "You heard me, she wants grandchildren and I can't say that I object to the idea. That little princess up there has really given me a taste of being 'pawpaw'." He grinned large.

  "Okay, aren't you the same man who told me you 'have a gun'?" I cocked one eyebrow at him.

  He chuckled and nodded. "Yes and I still have the gun too. So if there is any screwing up on his part, you just let me know."

  "I can assure you I have no intentions on messing anything up where Sophia is concerned." I spun at the sound of Collin's return.

  "How long have you been listening?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

  "Oh, long enough," he smiled at me with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

  Collin handed off Victoria's bag to me. I took the bag upstairs, leaving Collin alone with my father. I was thankful Victoria was half awake when I sat next to her.

  "Hey, sweetheart," I smiled and rubbed her cheek.

  "Hey," she yawned.

  "Pawpaw and Carla want you to spend the night with them. Is that okay? Your dad and I will only be a few minutes away. Just one phone call –"

  "Get out of here," Carla hissed and laughed quietly.

  "Victoria?"

  "Uh-huh," she nodded and rolled to her side.

  I kissed the side of her head and chewed my lip nervously, walking from the room. Collin rubbed my shoulder when he met me on the top step. He disappeared into the room for a couple of minutes and then joined me in my lingering descent of the stairs.

  "She will be just fine," Carla whispered down the steps after us.

  "We will take good care of her." My father stated with a shake of Collin's hand.

  "I believe you will." He smiled appreciatively at my father. "I assure you that I will take good care of Sophia."

  A grin spread on my father's face.

  "You'd better hope that you do." He gave Collin a fake glare and then patted his back.

  Collin wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to the car.

  "Are you sure about this? Shouldn't we go back? We could just take her with us, or all of us sleep in the same bed?"

  Collin looked down at me with amusement on his face.

  "What?"

  "You," he snorted jovially.

  "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "I think you're suffering more than Victoria." He opened my car door. I hesitated.

  "Aren't you worried she'll wake up and not know where she is or think we left her?"

  His long arm stretch over the top of the car door and his hand cupped my cheek. I leaned into his touch.

  "You are so beautiful, inside and out." There was a moment of whimsy in his eyes, but he blinked it away quickly. "I love you so much, now get in the car."

  Faking an angry scowl before kissing his palm, I sat into the car. The door shut and soon he was next to me in the driver's seat.

  "Are you sure –?"

  "She will be fine with her grandparents."

  I snapped my head to look at him. The grin on his face was gorgeous. The engine roared to life and we pulled away from the house.

  "So, where am I going?"

  "Um, go down three blocks and then turn left at the light. We'll drive straight and run directly into the Forrest Lodge." I paused. "I should warn you. This isn't a five star hotel." I teased.

  "That's okay. I don't need five stars." He shrugged.

  "You sure about that? Because I'm talking log cabin-like rooms with animal heads on the walls," I bit my lip to hold back the laughter when I visualized Dr. Collin Bishop in one of these rooms.

  "All we need is a bed, well that's not true." He looked at me quickly before turning back to the road. "We don't need a bed to get started on the grandbabies. We could start right here in the car."

  My mouth fell open.

  "Eavesdropper," I exclaimed. "I knew you'd caught that part of the conversation."

  "I'm only teasing," he laughed. "Well, I'm partially teasing. I know you don't want a baby, so –"

  "It's not that I don't ever want children, Collin, you know that."

  "Well, you had better get them before I am too old to provide." He grinned.

  "You aren't that much older," I shook my head.

  "Sophia, you are about to turn twenty seven," I looked up from my lap to him in surprise. "What? You think I don't know when your birthday is?"

  I opened my mouth to state he never said anything about it last year, but then thought that wouldn't be the best thing to blurt out and closed my mouth.

  "You and Victoria are only a couple of days apart." He obviously felt the need to confirm his knowledge. I nodded. "This year your birthday will not go uncelebrated."

  "I don't want to celebrate. It's just another day and –"

  "Is that what you would tell Victoria?"

  "No, but that's different." I looked out the window. "Pull in over there."

  He pulled in as instructed, but didn't drop the conversation.

  "We will debate your birthday later. My point is that you are going to be twenty seven and I am quite a few years older than you."

  "I know, but it doesn't matter."

  He shut off the engine and looked me directly in the eye.

  "I'm seven years older than you."

  I nodded. "Doesn't matter," I shrugged and climbed out of the car.

  Collin met me at the trunk and grabbed the bags before I could.

  "You know I will not push you to have kids; however, please know I would rather have children before I'm too old to enjoy them. I already lost so much with Victoria because of my stupidity." He shook his head, disappointed with himself.

  "I'm not promising children soon, but I promise to practice A LOT." I swayed a little more as I walked into the lodge.

  Collin quickly followed with a bag strapped over each shoulder and his hands on my hips, holding tightly. I thought he was going to break the little bell on the desk with the force he was hitting it.

  "Will you relax," I pulled the bell away from him and laughed.

  An older man I didn't recognize came out to the desk with a warm smile and a sweet welcome. Collin practically threw his credit card and license at the man, who in return chuckled at his eagerness for a room.

  "Newlyweds?" The older man smiled knowingly.

  "No," I answered, a little embarrassed.

  "Not yet," Collin corrected and kissed the side of my head. "I still have to convince her to go through with the marriage."

  The old man chuckled and handed over the key.

  "I figure if I knock her up then she'll want to
marry me sooner." He swatted my butt and pulled me toward the stairs.

  "Collin," I hissed at him.

  He grinned widely.

  "Whatever it takes to keep her," the old man yelled out to us.

  I gasped in horror at their banter. Were they seriously discussing getting me 'knocked up' in the lobby of the lodge?

  Collin unlocked the door and held the door for me. I knew he was a gentleman, but with all the talk I should've known he was up to something.

  The door banged shut, causing me to startle and spin around. Collin dropped the bags and stalked toward me, tackling me onto the bed. I laughed loudly and screamed at him.

  "Ah, ah, ah," he protested when I tried to get away. "You said 'A LOT' of practice. I intend to cash in on this."

  He captured my wrists in his hands and my lips with his. The kiss was fierce and needy. I could feel his arousal grinding against me and moaned with anticipation. Collin pulled me up onto my feet next to the bed and began to remove my shoes, pants, shirt, underwear, and bra. I was about to lie back onto the bed, but he grabbed me and lifted me around his waist.

  "Wha…Oh God." He cut me off with his mouth on my left nipple.

  My back hit a wall. I moaned out when he moved to my right breast. Fisting his hair I could feel the rumble in his chest. There was a lot going on with his hands and when his bare cock slipped between my wet folds I figured out what it was.

  His thrusts were so raw I threw my head back against the wall and grasped his shoulders. Grunts and groans left his mouth. When his tongue lapped one long lick over my left nipple my insides twisted ferociously. I dug my nails into his back as he repeated the action on the neglected right nipple.

  "You taste so good," his tongue traveled between my breasts, thrusting up into me harder.

  "Faster," I panted.

  Grabbing an ass cheek in each hand he squeezed firmly and pumped into me. I screamed out from the way the squeeze further opened me to receive him. The scream encouraged him to drive into me harder. I grabbed a handful of hair in one fist and clawed at his left bicep. A feral orgasm ripped through me. My body was trying to come down from the high he had just given me, but his deep thrusts were keeping the spark lit.

  "Bed," I moaned out.

  "I don't want to stop," he growled.

  I grabbed his hair and yanked his face to mine. "Lie on the bed."