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.

He looks like Alex Pettyfer with that same short, brown hairstyle, scruffy jaw, and tall, fit build.

He never calls my name either, just stands there silently and waits until I awaken with a scream. It has happened twice this week. I know to expect it, and it still gives me a heart attack each time.

I mean, I usually have a sunny disposition, but the issue lately has been that the sun is slowly slipping behind some clouds. And it looks like rain.

She waves her middle finger at me in response, the multiple piercings in her ears reflecting the sun, the blue of her hair so bright it almost hurts my eyes.

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.

I cannot just go around flashing my dildo collection to any random man standing in his window.

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

immensely, my eyes are drawn to him. He’s gorgeous with that lithe, lean body, long legs, and dark hair that flops this way and that as he moves. The light stubble on his jaw and the tattoos on his arm give him a slight edge.

“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.”

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.

“Wasn’t your hair blue the other day?” I ask. “Yeah, well, now it’s green, and stop deflecting.”

What is my grandma really doing? What does “special treat” mean? With these ladies, it could mean anything. Cocaine? Prostitution? Line dancing? I’ll never know. Their lips are sealed tight. Like wrinkled mobsters, they’ll take it to the grave.

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.

“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.

“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 am utterly obsessed with you.

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

“I’m going to fuck you against this wall, Colin,”

“You hear that Colin? Who do you belong to?”

“You. I’m yours,”

“I cannot get enough of you.”

“There’s no getting over you, is there?”

It seems you’re stuck with me now.”

“It seems I’m in love with you too. I mean, that must be it. I’m infuriatingly obsessed with you. I want you all the time. I never want to let you go. It’s maddening, really. But yes, it feels like love.”

I’ll continue to love him until the end of time,

I need him.