I don’t remember him dressing like a blond Harry Potter being a part of this plan.
Wonder what J.K Rowling would have to say about this hot mess?
Alfred pales, looking nervously at my crazy ass boyfriend. “Who—who are you?” he mutters, his confidence gone.
Colin slings his arm around my shoulder. “Who do think? You’re on a date with my lady.” He winks at me and then looks back at Alfred. He noticeably gulps and twists his hands on his napkin.
“I didn’t know. My aunt didn’t say that you had a boyfriend.”
“That's because my mother doesn't know. If you wouldn’t say anything, please,” I plead, with big doe eyes to drive it home.
“Um, yeah of course. You could have told me in the beginning though.”
I look over at Mr. Harry here and frown. He shrugs with a cocky grin as he brushes his fingers through my hair, not giving a shit.
“Sorry. I didn’t expect him to show up.” I playfully glare at Colin and back to Alfred. “I don’t know you well enough to tell. Also, we can be friends and stuff if you want...Like I promise I won’t leave you hanging in the halls.”
He looks down at his napkin and gives me a small smile. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
“As long as you keep your hands to yourself,” Colin growls and I elbow him in the stomach. He makes an ‘oohff’ sound and his arm slides off from around me to his belly.
“Ignore Harry here. He might seem like a Pitbull but he’s harmless. As you can tell.”
Alfred laughs, raising his hands up defensively. “I understand. No worries. I would be the same way.” He takes a sip of his water, then pushes his chair back. “I guess I should be going.”
“Wait!” I shout, when he’s halfway out of his seat, putting my hand out to stop him.
He plops back down fully in his seat and eyes me curiously. “Yeah?”
“I happen to have a friend. She likes everyone, but I think she might be perfect for you.”
“How do you figure? Because I was told this earlier today too,” he jokes, and it’s nice to see he’s not truly upset.
“I took a picture of you and sent it to her.” I needed to have a plan B just in case Colin’s bite wasn’t hard enough. Plus, Tamara is always looking for new guy friends.
“You took a picture of him?” Colin growls in my ear and my hand meets his face, pushing him away.
“She thought you were cute and is on her way. Just Harry here has to get lost. Tamara can’t know about us either. Secrets aren’t her thing, but she’s sweet.” I smile, hoping my peace offering works. “Would you like to meet her?”
“Sure. It'll be better than being alone on a Friday.”
“I’ll meet you by the car, baby.” Colin places a wet kiss on my cheek and gets up to leave. In his wake, Tamara walks past him and comes to our table.
“Hey, girl.” She reaches down to give me a hug and turns her attention to Alfred. “Oh, he’s even better looking in person. I’m Tamara,” I’m glad to see Alfred’s eyes perk up at the sight of her.
Knew it.
Tamara is beautiful: chocolate eyes, tan skin, and sorta resembles Eva Mendes. If I was into that type of thing, well, she and I would be running off together, instead of Colin and I.
“Yeah, Tamara this is Alfred. Alfred, Tamara, she’s one of my best friends.”
They briefly hug and say their hellos, when they're interrupted by the waiter bringing the food we had ordered.
I look down at my pizza and feel absolutely disgusted by the smell of tomatoes, cheese, and the greasy bacon. I don’t know why because this is my favorite. I need to make a quick exit before my stomach makes an appearance.
“Tamara, sit, eat; I know you like this as much as I do.” I stand, kicking my chair back.
“You okay?”
I nod. “Yep.” I grab her shoulders and push her down into my chair, before grabbing my purse and running off to the bathroom.
I make it, slamming the door closed, and dry heaving into the toilet. Nothing comes up thankfully, but I feel like shit. Once I know nothing is going to happen, I move to the sink to wash my face. I hope this passes because we have a two-hour drive ahead of us.
I wonder if we can just stay somewhere else for the night. I just kind of want to go to sleep now. The bathroom door swings open and Colin appears behind me in the mirror. No glasses now, but the blonde wig remains.
“Hey, I was getting worried about you.” He takes me in his arms and kisses the side of my neck.
“You can’t be in here.”
“There’s no one here,” he whispers in my ear and it causes a chill to run down my spine. “In fact,” his hand runs down my back and he grabs a handful of my ass.
Oh, no, I am not fucking in a public bathroom. For one, gross. Second, anyone could walk in, like my best friend, and third, everyone outside that door would be sure to hear us. I swat his hand away from my ass and try to maneuver out of his hold. “No, anyone can walk in.”
“It’s all part of the adventure.” He smirks, his mouth inching in closer to mine. I put my hands on his chest, stopping him.
“No. I’m not fucking you in a bathroom.” A low growl leaves my lips, wishing he would listen to me.
“You don't know what you're missing, baby.” He winks and reaches for my hand. “But come on…” Taking my hand, he leads me out of the bathroom.
“Sorry,” I say with as much sass that I can muster, “I'm not like all the other chicks you fucked in a restaurant bathroom before.”
Where the hell did that come from?
He looks back at me confused, but pulls me closer, shielding me from Alfred and Tamara. Though, those two are too busy making eyes at each other to even notice us walking out of the restaurant. He doesn’t say anything as we arrive at his car parked along the side of the road. He opens the passenger door for me and pushes me in before closing it behind me.
I watch him cross in front of the car, with his eyebrows knitted and his lips tightly pressed together. Does he look annoyed? Angry?
He flings open the driver door, and slides in, tossing the wig into the back seat. He looks to me and grabs my face, kissing me. It's unadulterated, heated, passionate, and it’s making my head spin so I can't breathe.
When he breaks from me, he runs his hand down my face, staring at me attentively. “Just so you know, I’ve never had sex anywhere in public before. But please tell me that’s not something you worry about when you think of us?”
“It’s not,” I whisper, not being able to meet his stare.
I never allowed the thought of who, and how many to get into my head. It’s only happened once with the whole Ashley thing, but I knew he had a past and I refused to get hung up on it. If anything, it’s helped make him a master in the bedroom.
“I know you have been with other girls and it never bothered me. I mean you were dating that one chick when we met. I might have been fourteen, but I knew what you were doing. I would just picture it was me instead.” I chomp down on my bottom lip, embarrassed that I mentioned that fun fact.
“Is that so?” he says with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Figures he’d get a kick out of my dark secret.
“Yeah…”
His hand travels up my leg, under my skirt, his finger tracing over my covered slit. My breath hitches and I remember that we are in the car. In public. Every so often someone walks by and there's a chance they could catch us. I should be nervous, yet the thought thrills me. The thought of getting caught was never one to drive my desire, but now fucking hell, bring it.
“What’s wrong, Abigail?”
“We shouldn’t here.” I shake my head, stuttering my words. But the voice inside my head is jumping up and down yelling we should, we should. He moves my panties to the side and brushes his finger over my folds. I jerk my hips, giving in and wanting more. Damn right, we should. His touch flicks the on switch to my libido. I need this man like I need water.
“But is this what you used to pic
ture me doing to you? Me touching you, just like this?” His husky voice spurs on my excitement, my arousal coating his fingers.
“Uh-huh.”
“Or like this?” He sticks his finger inside of me and slowly pumps it in and out of me. My head tilts back, and my hand reaches out, blindly curling my fingers into the roots of his silky hair.
“Like that,” I moan and wiggle my hips to feel more of him. He reads me, knowing just what I need, and places another finger inside me.
“I love playing with you, baby. It’s my favorite thing to do to you. Well, next to eating your juicy pussy.” I grin, knowing I got lucky being with a man who loves his foreplay, and getting me off before his dick even touches me.
“You’re so wet, and you smell fucking amazing,” Colin whispers in my ear, causing me to shiver. “My car has never smelled so good before.”
My cheeks heat up at his words. Knowing we have a two-hour car ride of it smelling of me, and it will keep us continuously turned on. His fingers pump into me faster, and he sucks on the side of my neck. I yank on his hair harder, and grip his shirt, feeling as I’m about to fall off a cliff.
“What else did you picture me doing to you?”
“Fucking me, calling out my name when you came,” I pant, my orgasm on the brink. I manage to glance out the window and I’m thankful when I don’t see anyone walking by. It would be obvious to anyone what we’re doing, the windows have started to steam up, and the car might even be rocking. There might as well be a neon sign, saying 'come see the live event: One night only.'
The dirty thought of getting caught passes in my mind again. Someone knocking on the window, my step-brothers’ fingers deep inside me, kissing me so deeply that anyone could tell, he loves his little step-sister more than just as his sister.
“Is that all?” He breaks from my lips and his eyes bore into my own.
I shake my head, his thumb now brushing over my swollen nub. My toes curl, my nails run down his chest. “Yesss—” Is the only word I can form before I fall apart, my pussy clenching around his fingers, holding him in.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Abbs. Fuck—” He kisses me again, but I'm twitching so bad it’s hard to get a proper lip lock. Is it possible to love this man more for knowing just what I needed when I didn’t? For loving me even when I’m acting a little nutty. I might be living in hell, but Colin is my gift from God. To remind me heaven does exist, and I’ll soon find the right road out of the darkness.
“I love you…” I gasp out into the searing kiss, once our lips finally are able to seal. His fingers still gradually move inside of me, continuing to make tiny orgasmic aftershocks.
“Oh, I love you,” he whispers, breaking from our kiss, his eyes shining into mine. Slowly, he slides his fingers out of me and places them to his lips. My arousal glistens on them and he sticks them in his mouth to suck them off. “Mmmm.”
“Is it good?” I pant, through my labored breathing.
“Always. I can’t wait to have seconds.” Watching him lap my juices from his fingers makes me crave to do the same with his cock. I glance down at his crotch and his swollen dick is desperate to break out of his jeans. He has to be uncomfortable.
I lean over and rub my hand over his twitching bulge. “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”
“Whooo,” a loud cheer comes from outside the car, followed by laughter and more whooping. I jerk my hand away from his lap and plop in my seat, thinking we’ve been busted. With my heart jumping out of my chest, trying to think of an excuse as to why I'm groping my step-brother, I look out the window.
“Oh thank god.” I fall into a fit of giggles when I see it’s a group of little kids making their way into the ice cream shop.
Colin laughs, settling into the driver seat and adjusts himself. “I have something you can do once we get moving.” He winks at me before turning on the car and pulls out onto the road.
“What do you want me to do?” I purr and rub his arm seductively, eager to satisfy him like he did me. My mouth waters, thinking of his juicy cock in my mouth, and I can practically taste his saltiness on my tongue.
“Undo my pants, take out my dick, and then put your pouty little mouth around it.” He places his hand around my neck urging me down.
“You promise you won’t crash the car if I do?” I giggle and run my finger along the strained zipper.
“I promise, now help a guy out.”
I undo his buckle and pop the button on his jeans. Teasingly, I take my time to unzip his zipper. He yanks on my hair, telling me to stop being a brat. I lay a kiss on his covered dick, before freeing it from the confines of his boxers. My finger dances along the tip, down to the bulging vein of his now angry dick, admiring it. “You have such a pretty dick.”
“Pretty isn't the word I would use to describe it, Abbs.” His grip in my hair becomes harder and I smirk at the sight of his ticking jaw as his eyes remain on the road.
“Pre-tty,” I mutter back, but I don’t give him a chance to argue when I wrap my mouth around his cock and take him to the back of my throat.
“Abigail, where the hell are you?” my mother barks into the phone. We're now twenty minutes out from our destination. It’s after ten, hence why she’s calling. Though, I’m sort of surprised she didn’t wait till after midnight when I would have turned into a slutty pumpkin.
“Between the sheets with Alfred mother. Isn’t that what you wanted?” I utter sarcastically and look over at Colin when he pinches my arm. “What?” I mouth, and he just shakes his head, as he holds back his laughter.
“Abby, I don’t need your smart mouth. Alfred’s aunt caught him making out with Tamara outside the diner, and you were nowhere in sight. So, I ask again, where are you?”
I squeeze my phone tightly to try and avoid chucking it out the window. “I told you when I got home I had plans. I’m going camping with Ashley, Colin, and a couple of their other friends. I didn’t want to go on that stupid set up, and Tamara is better suited for Alfy anyways. I knew that when I met him. Don’t worry, we’ll still be friends.”
“I didn’t give you permission to go out camping. You get your ass home now.”
“Sorry,” I say in a sing-song voice, “I’m already far away and I’m not the one driving. Soooo—”
“This is exactly what Victor meant by Colin being a bad influence,” she snaps cutting me off. “Give the phone to Colin. I need to have a few words with him.”
“No! If you want to have words, you can have them with me. He’s done nothing wrong but allow me to join him and his friends for some fun this weekend. You should be overjoyed that we get along and don't hate each other. We’re family for Pete’s sake.” I hiss the word family for good measure. My whole body tenses and I’m seething. I don’t know the crap Victor is putting into her head about her own step-son, but I don’t get why she can’t see it’s ridiculous. It’s his son for fuck's sake. “And he’s not a bad influence on me. I’m not out getting drunk, I have some good, new friends, and I’m enjoying myself. And on the plus side, you know who I’m with and not sneaking out to some boys house fucking them, getting Std’s, or pregnant.”
I feel the blood drain from my face when I say the last word. A word I haven’t thought about since I figured out I was late. I shove the word down again, convinced there’s no way I am.
My mother sighs heavily into the phone, but I know she’s about to cave, knowing she can't stop me.
“You might be right, but you should’ve told me these plans when you made them. When you get home, I want to have a long talk with you. And you’re going to be grounded for the week for this as well, along for that smart attitude.”
I huff, but I relent. What did I expect? “Fine, I understand.”
“Good. You need to start to realize, Abigail, that you can’t just do whatever the heck you want. You’re sixteen and still under my roof. And I do think Colin is a fine boy, but you need to make your own friends. He needs time alone with his gir
lfriend…”
Yeah, he does, I smirk at my inner musing.
“I get it. Can I go now? I think you have successfully embarrassed me today.”
“Goodnight, Abigail.” She hangs up and I toss my phone to the middle of the console.
“Looks like I’ll be grounded for a while.” I sink into my seat and Colin reaches over and takes my hand.
“At least she couldn’t stop you like I figured,” he chuckles, pressing his lips to my knuckles, “and I think we can figure some things out to do while you’re under house arrest.”
“Is sex all you think about?”
He glances over to me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Who said anything about sex? I was talking about Netflix and chill.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Only if we do it naked.”
Either way, being grounded isn’t as bad as it seems.
I’m three days into my week imprisonment, bound to my room, only allowed out for food and school. When we got home that Sunday evening my mom lost her fucking top, not only with me but with Colin too. Victor, of course, had to join in on the pow-wow. He yelled, then grabbed Colin by his collar, and dragged him out of the room.
When he snuck into my room that night he told me what had happened in their exchange. Victor spewed his same hateful words and Colin received a couple blows to the gut, leaving a nice purple welt on his stomach. It makes me wonder how much more Colin can take. I do wish sometimes he would free himself from this hell and not worry about me. But as Victor’s temper gets worse, I am thankful he’s here to help protect me. I just wish I could protect him in return.
On top of me being grounded, they both demanded he stay away from me until my sentence is over. We also aren’t allowed to hang out together anymore out of the house.
But thankfully, there are ways around that.
I find myself writing in my journal non-stop this week and thinking of ideas of how we can run away and be together. Everything I came up with had about the same chance of success as me landing on the moon.
I feel defeated and at a loss, especially with everything yet to come.
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