by Layne Harper
“Why not?” He asks.
“Oh God! This is so embarrassing.” I cringe. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since I moved to Houston. I let my pills lapse.”
“We are constantly tested for STDs in the NFL. I’m clean,” he says, leaning back down to kiss me.
“What about pregnancy?” I ask.
“God, Charlie. You sure know how to kill get back together sex,” he says, still full of lust. “Quit worrying about it. Get on the pill when you get back to Houston. We’ll be fine.”
My brain is telling me that this is irresponsible, but my body could care less about responsibility right now. I wiggle out from under him. He looks at me with a pleading/horror stricken look on his face. I instantly realize that he thinks that I am leaving. I hate the look. He had the same one when I told him about Harvard. I smile at him reassuringly and move my mouth to his erection. I take the head in my mouth and gently kiss and suck it. He falls on his back and moans. I take the whole thing in my mouth, sucking it hard. I move my mouth up and down his erection and add my hand to the base following each suck with a gentle stroke.
He is putty in my hands. “Charlie, fuck me. You are so fucking perfect. Slide your hot pussy on me now, baby,” he commands me.
I give his wonderful penis one last long suck and position my opening on top of his erection. I slide his penis inside me. When I have taken all of him, he stops my hips, and I lie down on his chest. We lie there in bliss enjoying the feeling of being united. I can feel him jerking inside me. I know he is trying not to come yet. I would understand if he did. We feel so perfect together.
I gently sit back up and begin dancing on top of him. I roll my hips in circles and bounce up and down on his erection. The feeling is out of this world. He reaches up and grabs my breasts, kneading them in the same rhythm. I am so close, he senses my orgasm and squeezes my nipples hard. I ride him, milking every bit of pleasure that I can from him.
“Fuck! Charlie,” he yells. “You feel so fucking perfect. I need you. I need this,” he says while grabbing my hips, and pumping himself into me. I can feel his hot liquid empty inside me and I yell out in delight. I have never done anything else in my life that feels this close to nirvana. Separate, I feel Colin and I are broken. Together, we are perfect.
I collapse on his chest. He holds me tightly to him cooing words of gratitude and appreciation to me. I don’t want to move. A part of me believes that if we separate, I will wake up alone in my hotel room desperately sad that this wasn’t real. Right here is where I want to be.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asks. His voice betrays his hope.
“I don’t think that I can walk,” I admit. “Can I sleep right here?” I reply sleepily.
“Absolutely.” He starts stroking my hair.
After a few moments, he says, “Baby, I’m not complaining, but why haven’t you had sex in a couple of years? You are ridiculously beautiful and smart. It seems guys would be fighting over you.”
“I’m a workaholic for one,” I admit. I am sure that that doesn’t surprise him. “I also haven’t found anyone who intrigued me enough to want to sleep with them,” I mumble through my sleep-filled haze.
“I’m glad that I am intriguing to you Doctor Collins.” He gently laughs. “By the way, I really like the sound of Doctor,” he says in such a lighthearted manner that it makes me feel warm inside.
“So do I,” I agree. “I think that I wear doctor well.”
We lay there with me on top of him. He is still inside me. He is gently running his long fingers through my hair, which is lulling me to sleep. This is the happiest and most content that I have felt in eight years.
Chapter 5
THERE IS a phone ringing somewhere near me. I want it to stop. I will it to quit ringing. It doesn’t obey. I am warm and comfortable. Then, I remember why I am so warm and comfortable. I am completely surrounded by Colin.Fucking.McKinney.
“Are you going to get that?” I mumble.
“No. Fuck’em. They can leave a message,” he says, pulling me tighter to him if that is even possible.
I guess at some point in the middle of the night that we positioned ourselves with both of us facing the wall of windows. Colin is pressed up against every bit of my skin that he can be. His arm is across of my torso ensuring that I am his, captured by his embrace.
The phone starts ringing again. He still makes no attempt to answer it. He starts kissing my hair and running his hand over my stomach. The third time that it starts ringing, he lets go of me letting out a long string of cuss words. He gets out of bed and finds his phone in his pants pocket. He is radiating annoyance.
“I’m sorry, but I obviously need to answer this. Stay in bed. Don’t move. I’ll be back in a minute,” he says disgustedly.
He walks out of the bedroom into the suite and shuts the bedroom door.
I briefly wonder why he can’t talk in front of me, but I quickly remind myself that we have only been speaking to each other for about eighteen hours.
I get up and use the restroom. I find his toothpaste in the bathroom and put a line of paste on my finger. I use my finger to brush my teeth. It’s not great, but it’s better than morning breath. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look younger. My cheeks are slightly flushed. I smile at myself in the mirror. Colin.Fucking.McKinney looks good on me.
I turn around and catch him watching me. I let out a small cry in surprise.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. You look radiant this morning Doctor Collins,” he says as he strolls towards me. We are both naked. He stands behind me looking into my eyes in the full-length mirror. He wraps his long arms around me and rests his chin on the top of head. We are stunning together. My long caramel colored hair shines against his dark olive complexion. His green eyes are piercing. My light olive complexion almost looks translucent in the lighting. My lavender eyes have never been brighter. My slightly fuller figure is the perfect contrast of soft against his rock hard body. We look like we are posing for a perfume advertisement.
He kisses the top of my head. “I was afraid you were going to make me get up at 6:15 this morning to run,” he says, smiling at me in the mirror.
“How do you know that I still do that?” I ask, a bit curious.
“You don’t keep gorgeous legs like this,” he says, running his hands on my thighs, “without doing something crazy.”
“What would you have done if I had woken you up at 6:15 to go run ten miles?” I ask while making a sassy face.
“I would have done everything in my power to convince you to stay in my bed.” He presses his erection into my back.
“That would have persuaded me.” I smile at him in the mirror.
He slides his feet out in a straddle position so we are now the same height. He takes my hair and throws it over one shoulder, and gently starts planting soft kisses on my neck. His eyes lock with mine in the mirror studying my reaction. I try not to break eye contact, but I can’t stop myself. I throw my head against his shoulder giving him better access.
“Look forward, Charlie,” he instructs.
I follow his command and pick my head up finding his eyes in the mirror again. He takes my breasts in his hands cupping them. Each one sits nicely in his palms. “These are magnificent tits, Charlie. Look how well they fit in my hands. They aren’t too big. They aren’t too small. They are perfect, just like you.”
The underlying warning is there. Don’t slip back into old habits and have my breasts go away.
I nod my head, reassuring him that I get his message. I watch him pull on my nipples elongating them. He pinches them between his thumb and finger causing my lower stomach to fill with such intense heat that I don’t know if I can stand it. Watching and feeling the sensation is so erotic. I reach behind me and grab his erection. I watch his reaction in the mirror. His face twists into a hungered expression. We both know that we will not last long. He takes his right hand from my breast and moves it to my clit. He checks my wet
ness and smiles with approval. He slowly slips two fingers inside me pressing his palm against my clit and gently begins to massage. I show my pleasure by matching his rhythm with my massage of his erection.
With our eyes still locked together in the mirror, he bends me over placing my hands on the sink and presses his erection against my wet opening. He slowly slides inside, filling me up and allowing me to become acquainted again with the sensation. Once I feel ready, I gently move my hips back and forth. I slide forward enough to leave just the head inside me. Then I slide backwards allowing him to fill me completely, while never breaking eye contact.
Watching ourselves make love is beyond erotic. We are lost in the present. I continue this slow torture until he grabs my hips and moves me in ways that I didn’t know that I could move. It’s so sudden that I cry out in shock.
“Charlie, I need you. Don’t leave me again,” he pleads with me, staring into my eyes in the mirror.
It takes everything that I have not to correct him. “Don’t leave me either, Colin,” I reply, transfixed by his gaze.
He reaches around my hips and presses against my clit. All my willpower goes into not throwing my head back in ecstasy. We both come staring into each other’s soul.
We fall to the bathroom floor. I feel emotionally drained, yet completely sated. He leans against the wall, and I crawl into his lap like old times. He cradles me to him and whispers sweet words to me.
“Baby, are you hungry?” he asks me.
“I would kill for a cup of coffee,” I mumble.
“Since when do you drink coffee?” he asks, shocked at my answer.
“Since medical school,” I reply. “I picked up the habit, and I haven’t been able to shake it.”
That gets me thinking about all the stuff that we don’t know about each other. If Brad heard Colin’s shock over my coffee fetish, he would faint. Everyone knows that I like my three cups of coffee, black. This is a mental wake up call. We still have a lot to learn about each other.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks while rubbing my stomach.
“How you didn’t know that I like coffee.” I gently drop the statement out there to see what he does with it.
“So you like coffee now. Want me to go buy you a cup?” he asks.
“In a minute,” I reply. “I know that you’ve been married before. You also know that I have been abstinent for a while. Any other relationships that I should know about?” I ask tentatively. I really don’t know if I want an honest answer, but I feel like that it’s a logical question that needs answering if we’re to have a future. It’s also something I should have asked last night.
“None that have compared to you,” he says, leaning down and giving me a kiss on the cheek. It sounds like an evasive answer, but I choose to ignore it for right now.
His phone starts ringing again. I wonder briefly why he didn’t turn it off. He seemed so annoyed earlier.
“Fuck!” he says in frustration. “I have to take that.”
He gently lifts me off him and walks out of the bathroom. Once again, he shuts the bedroom door. I want very badly to ask who he is talking to, but I don’t want to pry. This gives me a minute to start the shower and think about the last day. I secretly hope that he hears the water running and decides to join me. The shower is certainly big enough for two people. The bathtub is separate. One of the perks to upgrading to a suite, I guess. I deliberately take my time. I rinse my hair extra well. Finally, it becomes clear that I am not getting a visitor. I step out of the shower and dry myself. I find some great smelling lotion left by the hotel and begin my moisturizing procedure. When I am done, I walk back into the bedroom and look for the shirt that Colin gave me last night to wear. It’s nowhere to be found. I walk back to the closet and find a T-shirt to put on. Fortunately, it’s long enough that it hits me mid-thigh. I open the bedroom door and find Colin dressed and sitting on the couch with the TV on watching sports highlights.
“Hi,” I greet him. “I was hoping you would join me for a shower.”
“I got you coffee.” He motions to the kitchen counter, essentially ignoring me. “I didn’t know what you liked in it so I picked up some cream and sugar.”
There is obviously something off. He barely looks at me when he’s talking. All of his attention is on the TV. Past Colin would never have let me walk into a room without at least a smile.
“I looked for the shirt that I wore last night, but I couldn’t find it. I hope you don’t mind me borrowing a T-shirt,” I say as I walk to grab my cup of coffee.
“Help yourself. I dropped my shirt off at the front desk to get it laundered. I have to wear it tonight,” he explains.
“Oh,” is all that I can think to say. I walk back and sit down on the love seat, which is at a right angle to the couch that Colin is sitting on.
I pretend to watch sports highlights with him, but my mind is going mad. This is feeling very much like a one night stand brush off. I replay yesterday and today in my mind looking for any clues as to why he is behaving like this. The only things that I can come up with are the two phone calls. Were they from another girl? Was it Clay giving him a hard time for not playing golf? This is so frustrating.
After a good ten minutes of silence, I have had enough. I walk back into the bedroom and start looking for my clothes. My dress is right where it fell last night. My bra was haphazardly tossed towards the windows. My panties seem to be missing. They were shredded anyway so I am not too concerned. I change back into my lavender dress. It is a wrinkled mess. Hopefully, I can go three floors down without anyone seeing me do the walk of shame. My shoes are at the end of the bed where Colin removed them. I sit down and slip them on. I keep expecting him to come in here and stop me, but he doesn’t.
I walk back into the suite holding my cup of coffee and purse. He looks up from the TV and says, “I guess I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Yeah! I guess you fucking will.” I am furious. As I turn and walk toward the door, I say, “Thanks for the one night stand, Colin. You were the best.” My voice is so acidic that it could melt cement.
I open the door and walk out as I hear him running toward me. I manage to get the door shut before he can grab me.
I walk to the elevators and hit the down button trying my hardest to stop the tears that are threatening to run down my cheeks.
He yells from behind me, “You said that you wouldn’t leave me again.”
I spin around and glare at him. “You don’t listen! I said, ‘Don’t leave me either’.”
“How am I leaving you? I was watching sports highlights.” He has a very confused look on his face.
I am dumbfounded. Is he really this clueless? “Colin, you got a phone call and ignored me for an hour. We had mind-blowing sex, I walk out of your bedroom in your T-shirt and you don’t look up from the TV. That’s not how you behave when you want to be with someone. That’s how you behave when you’ve been married forty years.”
“Charlie, can we discuss this in my room?” he pleads.
“My name isn’t Charlie.” I stomp my foot like a bratty three year old. “I am going down to my room. I am going to put on jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes, and then I am going to find food. It’s room 2118 if you care to join me.”
The doors to the elevator open as if on cue, and I step in. Thankfully, he doesn’t follow me. I need some time alone to think things through.
I have stopped my tears even though I still feel like crying, but what good would it do? I can’t change how I feel about him, and I certainly cannot change our past. We have history that is obviously very deep. What went wrong then? Why did we go from passionate, “can’t get enough of each other” sex to him virtually ignoring me? I feel used, and I don’t like feeling this way.
By the time that I am smearing makeup on my face, I have talked myself into this being a good thing. Maybe this is what I need to get Colin.Fucking.McKinney out of my system. I obviously feel more for him than he does for me. This is th
e closing of a book, our book. We both needed one more night of great sex. I am now free to open my heart to someone else who I can have an actual relationship without the baggage.
It’s been long enough that if he was joining me, he would have knocked on my door. I exhale a deep breath, grab my purse, phone with no missed calls and open my door with my head held high.
He’s leaning on the wall opposite my hotel room door. Before I can say anything, he starts spitting out words in a rapid-fire fashion, “I am bringing a date tonight and tried to cancel. She will not let me. I want to spend the evening with you. She’s an entertainment reporter. If she finds out that CharCol has gotten the band back together, it will be all over the news. Our picture will be everywhere. You’ll be hounded by the media, and you will run away from me again. Or worse, you’ll get sick. I can’t take you running away from me again. Worse yet, I can’t take you losing your fantastic tits. Please don’t freak out and leave me again, Charlie.” His face is full of panic.
He’s standing in front of me with pleading eyes. Holding his breath and waiting for me to respond.
I let my hotel door close behind me. “I’m starving. Let’s go find something to eat.”
Chapter 6
HE STANDS there looking at me like I have lost my mind. I take his hand and lead him toward the elevators. I hit the down button.
“This means that you aren’t running away?” he asks me cautiously.
“This means that I am starving. I need another cup of coffee, and you have some explaining to do,” I reply. “We might as well do it while I am getting my coffee and food. Trust me. I deal with life much better after my third cup of coffee. Just ask Brad,” I state.
He starts to try to explain to me. I reach up and put my finger against his lips. “Shhh… Colin. Remember new Caroline. She likes three cups of coffee before she can deal with life.”
We hold hands in the elevator until we reach the ground floor. I let go of his hand when the elevator doors open. He flashes me a look of confusion.
