Almost Broken Up (Almost Bad Boys) (17 page)

“Okay, okay. Promise,” I say, but I don’t quite believe in my own words. I know that if Colin’s safety was in danger, I wouldn’t hesitate to do what’s necessary, including involving the freakin’ Russian mafia again.
 

Colin must be reading my thoughts, because he looks at me, sighs heavily, and says, “Something tells me you would play heroine again, no matter what.”

I shrug and shoot him a sideways glance. “You need to meet Svetlana. She’s something else.” I grin.
 

He shakes his head from side to side. “We’ll talk about this later. Tomorrow. I’m not in a mood to pound some sense into you today. And you
will
promise me to stay away from trouble and crazy people.”

I lean to him and press a kiss onto his cheek.
 

A little over half an hour later we arrive in my apartment. As soon as the door closes behind us, Colin pushes me against it and kisses me like his life depends on it. His hard erection grows even harder when I reach for it, unzip his pants, and quickly free it. I sink down onto my knees and slide my mouth over his heavily veined, thick cock.
 

He growls and fists his hands in my hair, pulsing in and out of my mouth. “Baby, you feel so good,” he whispers.
 

I suck him hard, my tongue mercilessly gliding and circling over him. I increase the speed, and he grunts low and erotic. “Stop. Baby, stop,” he begs, but there is no conviction in his voice.
 

I pull away and trail kisses over his stomach. Still on my knees, I lift my head and look at him. Colin’s eyes are soft, and his lips are parted. “This is right. You and me… we’re so right. We belong together,” he says.
 

He tugs me up to him, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He lifts me with ease and carries me to the bedroom. As soon as he lays me down, the doorbell sounds. Colin groans.
 

“Pizza’s here. I’ll buzz him in.” I walk to the door, smooth my clothes and hair down, and press the intercom to check who’s there.
 

After confirming it’s the Domino’s pizza delivery, I buzz the person in and wait at the door. A few minutes later a middle-aged man with a huge, round stomach, climbs the stairs, huffing and wiping his sweaty, red face with his sleeve.
 

“There is an elevator,” I offer with a smile.

“Oh, it’s a good exercise.” He opens the red delivery pouch and pulls out the box of my pizza.
 

I pay him and close the door, locking it behind me. I carry the pizza to my bedroom and find Colin completely naked, comfortably stretched under the covers. He’s lying with his elbows out to the sides and his hands under his head, looking as sexy as hell. His biceps are bulging, and the muscles of his flat stomach ripple under his skin.
 

Holy smoke, it doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen him naked before. Each time my knees go weak, and my insides turn to mush. I want to forget the pizza and continue what we started by the door.

I put the box on the top of my dresser and kneel on the bed. Colin smiles at me and throws the sheets off, granting me even a better view. I take a quick, shuddering breath and bite my lip. His huge erection stretches over his lower stomach all the way to his bellybutton. Thick veins run under the delicate skin, accentuating the impressive size of his cock.
 

Heat explodes between my thighs again, and desire churns through my body. He sees that clearly, for a slow, lazy smile lifts one corner of his sensual mouth.
 

“Come here,” he says in a low, raspy voice.
 

I crawl on my hands and knees to him, until I hover over him, straddling him with my thighs. I start unbuttoning the top of my dress. Colin licks his lower lip, hungrily watching me. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, lifting my hair off my neck and shoulders.
 

“Pull your dress up and take it off,” he commands. “Slowly.”

I do as I’m told.
 

“Leave the bra on, but push it under your breasts.”

Again, I follow the request, smiling seductively.
 

Colin grasps his cock in his hand and begins unhurriedly stroking himself, watching me with that smug smile I know so well.
 

“You realize what
this
does to me.” I point with my chin to what his hand is doing, and raise my eyebrows.
 

“It makes you very wet for me. Just the way I like it,” he rasps quietly. “Should I go fast or slow? No, wait. You like it slow.”

“Baby, you’re killing me. I can’t just watch you touch yourself. I want you too much inside me.”

“We’re going to play.” His voice is filled with promise. “Look in the drawer.” He points to my nightstand.
 

I open the drawer and see a slick, white vibrator with a pink bow wrapped around it. I giggle and lift it up to examine it. “Nifty.” I nod and slide the bow off.
 

“You like it?” he asks.

“Of course. Do you?”

“I would like it better inside you. Lay on your back with your knees pulled to your tummy.”

My sex clenches and unclenches, and my heart thrushes in my chest. Colin stands by the bed and reaches into the drawer again. He pulls out a tube of lubricant, squeezes some onto his palm, and faces me, positioning himself right in front of my exposed sex. Unhurriedly, he rubs the lubricant between his hands, and then gently massages it over my anus. His eyes never leave mine. “Relax, baby. You’re so uptight. It’ll be fun, just like last time.”

I groan, remembering how good he made me feel just before he left for Atlanta. His fingers dip into my cleft, and I cry out, “God, Colin!”

“Shh, I’ve got you.” He keeps tormenting me, and it takes all my willpower to hold off the orgasm.

Next, the tip of his rigid cock teases my clit, and I push toward him, trying to get him slide in. He’s such a tease. Finally, after a few tries, he lets me take him, and then slams into me in four powerful blows. I cry out again and again. He stops, quickly withdraws, and I feel the slick hardness of the vibrator pressing against my opening. I’m completely wet and ready.
 

“When I get this inside you, I want you to keep still.” Colin moves the vibrator over my clit.
 

It’s not on, but it already feels good. Then he slowly and carefully slips it inside me and turns it on. I writhe and moan in pleasure.
 

“Keep still.” His voice is stern.
 

“I can’t,” I complain, but I stop moving. I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to stand this sweet torture.
 

Colin glides the vibrator in and out of me, slowly circling it and pressing it against my clit. I clench my teeth and groan. I feel his cock push on my anus. Gradually, he enters me, and the feeling is superb. I scream incoherently when he starts very carefully throbbing inside me. He guides my legs lower, and soon my feet are pressing onto the mattress, knees bent to the sides.
 

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “You look gorgeous. I could look at you like this forever.” He slowly exhales and takes a hissing breath. “It’s all for you. But for me too.” His cock starts moving deeper and faster, alternating with the sliding of the vibrator—in and out, in a perfect coordinated rhythm.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” I gasp for air, insanely stimulated and balancing on a brink of the most delicious, explosive climax. “You can dance, cook, sing, play musical instruments, and you’re incredibly skilled in bed.”

He shrugs, his eyes fixed on my face. “There are things that I haven’t mastered. Yet.”
 

I manage a short laugh. “Such as?”

“You want a list?”

“There can’t be more than a couple things on that list.” I bite my lip and whimper, my hands fisting the sheets. “Baby, I can’t hold it any longer.”

“Then don’t,” Colin whispers. “Come now. Scream for me.”

That pushes me over the edge. I’m crying out his name and thrash under his dominance, reveling in the masculine penetration and unyielding power he has over me.
 

“Oh, this feels like heaven,” Colin growls. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze me hard, like this. Yes. Keep squeezing.”
 

He tells me he’s getting close, and how much he loves the feel of the vibrator inside me—the thin tissue channels the sensation straight into his sensitive cock, making it difficult for him to keep control. Colin is always in control, always has an upper hand, and so I can only imagine how good this kind of sex must feel to him.
 

With a snarl, he pulls out and spurts the hot semen onto my stomach, his fist closed around his length, pumping in a frantic release. He squeezes his eyes shot, his mouth open in the most erotic expression. My Colin, my freakin’ god of lust. I can’t get enough of him.
 

Breathing heavily, he opens his eyes and looks at me. “You look scrumptious, Ms. Davenport. And I don’t think I’m done with you.”

“What?” I laugh. “You’re some kind of a sex machine tonight.”

“That’s what two days away from you does to me. Don’t move. I’ll get a towel.” He walks to my bathroom, his impressive, still-hard cock bobbing against his flat stomach.
 

A moment later he’s wiping me clean and lays down to me, folding me in his embrace. I throw my leg over his and wrap my arms around him.
 

“Are you hungry?” I ask.
 

“Fuck, yeah.” He laughs and kisses my temple. “I’m famished. Let’s eat.”

“First, the shower,” I say.

“Okay, boss.”

After the shower we sit on the floor with the pizza box between us. Good thing I ordered extra-large, because we polish that pizza in a matter of minutes. I bring two glasses of iced water from the kitchen. Colin moves the empty pizza box to the side and pulls me to him. I sit, leaning with my back onto his chest and stomach, his legs wrapped around my hips.
 

Colin rolls and plumps my breasts in his hands, but not in the way he normally does to arouse me. This is more of a gentle caress, and I welcome the familiar touch of his lean, long-fingered hands.
 

I tilt my head back and rest it on his shoulder. I feel completely comfortable with him, and I know he feels the same about me. We came a long way, from hiding the terrors and disappointments of our pasts to this—the entire trust and honesty.
 

He presses his cheek to mine and sighs.
 

“You okay?” I ask in a lazy, relaxed tone.

“Couldn’t be better.” He sounds sleepy.
 

“Let’s go to bed. We can sleep in tomorrow,” I suggest and start getting up.
 

“Gotta love Saturdays,” Colin murmurs in my ear, and then spanks me hard.

“Ouch, what was that for?” I object, moving away from him.
 

“For all that shit you pulled off yesterday,” he says matter-of-factly. “Don’t even think I forgot.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I snort.
 

He gently rubs the burning patch of flesh on my buttock. “Look at that—a nice, red handprint. I finally marked you, babe. Now you’re mine,” he says jokingly.
 

I can’t stay mad at him, so I smile and kiss him. “I’ve been yours for a while now, you know.”

Colin pulls me down on top of him, and I feel his cock stiffen and jolt under me.
 

“You make me the happiest man alive,” he says in his low, raspy voice, his eyes going dark with desire.
 

And now I know—I’m his. But
he
is
mine
too.
 

END OF BOOK TWO