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.

Why is Cora Rose calling me out like this

I want to be fucked and wake up the next day sore and bruised and aching. I want to walk crooked for days. Is that too much to ask? But at the same time, I also want someone sweet to come home to. I want both. A hot fuck and a partner. A hot fucking partner.

What would that thing feel like inside of me—my ass, my mouth? It would sting so good. I’d hate every second of it.

Ethan is walking back to his house from the mailboxes.

But it's Sunday?

if there’s one thing Americans know, it’s how to beat the fucking British.

I AM DECEASED

This is for the weed outside. And for all of America, really. I won’t back down.

So no, this is not rock bottom, everyone. I have a ways to go yet. Look out below!

He’s stubborn, talks back, and honestly, probably deserves a good spanking. God, I’d spank him so good. Make that arse red.

That steely determination in his eyes when he fights me on something really riles me up. Gets my cock going too… I may or may not have jacked off while reading his angry emails.

“Sem, do you see this?” the small man asks, not at all bothered that he’s being manhandled. “See what, Maggie? All I see is you.”

I'll never get over them

“Take off the fucking clothes, or I am going to rip them off of you.”

I want him to touch me. He better not fucking touch me.

“You like what you see?” I try and tease, but I peg my prostate as those words leave my mouth and I end up whining. “Yes,” he groans. “You desperate little slut.” God, that word. I despise it. It’s degrading. “Say it again.”

Kurt never took care of me afterward, always in a rush to move on to the next thing. Aftercare wasn’t a thing in our relationship. But it seems like Ethan doesn’t mind it. He doesn’t even like me and he’s taking care of me in his own way.

“Did you poison this?” I ask, peering down and blowing on it. “So contrived,” he huffs. “I wouldn’t bother with poison. If I murdered you, I’d want to watch as the life is snuffed from your eyes.”

God, my dick should not be hard talking about Revolutionary War torture techniques, but it is.

She just literally feels like she’s being murdered when she steps foot inside a grocery store.

MEEEEE

I don’t know much about Colin other than he has a son and that he’s a professor at a community college. And that he is obsessed with the Revolutionary War. And that his hole can take big dicks.

He probably never wants to see me again. Perhaps having sex through the window was more appealing. The reality of me did not live up to the fantasy.

:(

I am going to remember that while I am rejected quite often, I am worth it. I will be worth it to someone. One day.

“You want inside of me.” I gasp as he leans into me, his groin pressed up against mine. “But first, I’m going to be inside of you. Multiple times. You have to earn being my top.”

My mind conjured up terrible things about him while I slept, and some of it was unforgivable.

I’m going to fuck him, and when we’re done, completely spent, I’m going to hold him. Just cradle him in my arms. I’m going to tell him that he can have something for himself. He can. As long as it’s with me.

“How did he die?” Well, he bit me, clinging on with those pointy teeth of his and I accidentally flung him into the fireplace. While it was on. He burned to a crisp. “Um, natural causes. Just old age,”

“If you keep this up, you’re going to make me fall in love with you.” The bowl clatters noisily to the countertop, and I feel my breath quickening. “Please don’t,” I say gently.

Let me tell you a secret. The way to a single parent’s heart is by being kind to their children. Be nice to them and we’ll be half in love with you on the very first day.

Truth

How does one move on from being left at the altar?

Ouch

“Friends?” Colin asks, and I sigh, my hand slipping from his. Because no, I don’t want to be friends. I want to move up to his bedroom and fuck him silly and then hold him while we sleep, and when we wake up, I want to make Daniel breakfast again. “Friends.”

I am kidding myself if I think we can be just friends. I want him to marry me.

I leave of the room because if I stay even a minute longer I am going to get on one knee and propose.

“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.”

I wasn’t raised by barbarians. Although my mother is an American, so there’s that.

:|

I might as well put a ring on his finger. I think a nice, simple silver band would be best.

“If you let me love you, I would,” he adds softly. Those gorgeous eyes flick up to meet mine, his cheeks red, his breath coming out in small, nervous pants. “You could love someone like me?” “What’s not to love?”

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

I’m not his parent. Not even close. But I could be. I could be his parent if Colin would let me.

“You went from never wanting a relationship to being in love with me? Just like that?” I don’t quite believe it. He sighs, his hand cupping the back of my neck. “Yes, it seems you’re the exception to all of my rules, Colin.”