Colin (Unexpected, #6)

by Cora Rose

There is nothing better than reading about double penetration and rimming to keep my mind off the fact that I’m going to die alone.

Maybe that’s why I’m still single. I’m a pervert who gets off almost nightly with the neighbor he hates.

I swear to god, this kid looks innocent, but he secretly tries to murder me in my sleep. Do not even get me started on him walking in and staring at me in the middle of the night like a monster right out of a horror film. He never calls my name either, just stands there silently and waits until I awaken with a scream.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on Earth.” “No, you’d just watch me while I did all the work. We both know how you enjoy that.”

I smile as I move inside the house, internally congratulating myself because listen, if there’s one thing Americans know, it’s how to beat the fucking British.

God, I need more self-control. I cannot just go around flashing my dildo collection to any random man standing in his window.

As much as I’d like to think that I showed him, I don’t think I showed him much besides the fact that I am a total slut for big dicks.

We stare at each other until the twink in the pink shorts waves his hand in front of him, looking much too excited. “Oh, what is this?! What is happening right now?” he all but shouts, his eyes wild and sparkling with humor.

“Oh, this is getting so good. Pick me up, Sem. I want to see from all the way up there. Everyone is so damn tall…” Sem reaches down and hefts Maggie into his arms, and Maggie just hangs on, his legs locking around Sem’s waist like a koala on a tree.

“Take off your clothes,” he says, and I shake my head weakly. His fingers still on the buttons of his shirt, and he takes a step toward me. He’s so fucking close. “Take off the fucking clothes, or I am going to rip them off of you.”

“That is…” I gulp. “…never happening again.” Lies, all lies. Oh fuck, I want to do it again. Just one more time. “Oh, I think it will. Over and over because you’re desperate for it. You whined like an animal in heat.”

“You got the stuff?” Daniel asks like he’s conducting some kind of drug deal, and Ethan cocks an eyebrow before gesturing him to come closer. And then as slyly as he can, Ethan hands him a Rice Krispies Treat from his pocket.

What the hell is going on? Is it because he was in my room last night? He did touch my knee when he came. Maybe he thinks we’re married now.

Ethan (Do Not Suck His Cock Again): Are you home? I debate responding, but I was just about to jack off while watching a history documentary, so…Ethan is a much better alternative, right?

“Did you know Paul Revere was an amateur dentist and an artist?” Ethan asks suddenly, and I blink over at him. Okay, is he trying to get me to suck his dick again? Because that’s how you get me to suck a dick. I am a total whore for historical facts.

“Colin,” he says as I kiss across his jaw and nibble at his ear. “I thought we were just going to be friends.” “This is friendly. I am giving you a friendly kiss.”

“I told myself that I’d never fall for someone again…and then you walked into my life…. I am utterly and completely wrecked for you, Colin. Entirely fucking gone for you.”

“Would you really like me to drop you off at school?” I ask, popping a Lucky Charm into my mouth, the marshmallow melting on my tongue. “Yep. I would. I just said that. Do you need hearing aids? How old are you?” “Thirty-six,” I say, and Daniel shovels more food into his mouth. “Oh, I thought you were sixty.”

“I would never leave you, Ethan. I would stay forever. If you let me.”

“And Daniel,” he mutters. “I mean, you’ve seen how sad his eyes get when he’s upset. I can’t handle it. It makes my heart feel funny.” I snort loudly and cover my mouth. “God, you’re such a pushover, you know that? Daniel knows he has you wrapped around his little finger….”

An adorable golden head rounds the corner, followed by a guilty-looking Ethan. My eyes go wide as I take in the love of my life and the leashed golden retriever puppy pulling him forward. “Ethan Fox,” I say, my voice stern, my hands on my hips. “What on earth did you do?” “I did a wretched thing,” he says, looking glum and a little bit pouty. I arch an eyebrow at him. “Did you even get a hamster?” “I did,” he says and holds up a small travel carrier. “But I also got a dog.”