From Now Until Infinity (2) (13 page)

Colin and Brad really seem to hit it off. I’m pleased that my over-the-top gay assistant doesn’t tone his personality down for Colin. Colin’s very accepting of Brad and laughs at the right time when Brad makes a joke. I inwardly smile. Here are two of the three most important men in my life getting along. I’m a very lucky girl.

When the check comes, I quickly snatch it out of Colin’s hand and hand my credit card to the waiter. Colin laughs and shakes his head.

“You’re going to have to be quicker than that McKinney,” I tease him.

He slides his chair next to mine and gives me a huge kiss on the mouth while he tickles my ribs. I laugh and squirm to get away from him. As I do, I glance at Brad. He’s smiling at me and shaking his head.

Once Colin has stopped his nonsense, Brad gets a very sincere look on his face. “Colin, thank you for making Caroline so happy. I’ve seen a new side to her since you came back into her life, and I love it.”

Colin flashes Brad his special half smile that I thought was saved only for me, but I’m willing to share it with him. “I think my girl said it best. We’re both very good for each other.”

My heart melts. I stand up and hug Brad. I didn’t realize how much his approval meant to me until I had it.

When we get back to my office building, Colin comes inside with me to meet our trainers. I hold his hand in the elevator, and I’m anxious for him to meet my office staff. Brad keeps giving me strange looks in the elevator, and has a concerned look on his face. I finally mouth, “I’m nervous.”

He silently mouths, “Oh.”

When we step out of the elevator on the 34
^th
floor, Colin teases, “Wow! Not much has changed except the name Doctor Caroline Collins has been added to the patient sign in sheet.”

For some reason his little joke melts my nerves. My step-mom Carmen, whose office is right next to the reception area, comes rushing out to greet Colin. She hugs him like they’re long lost friends. Colin’s reaction back to her is very different than the one that he gave my dad in Los Angeles. He returns her hug with an enthusiastic one and genuine smile.

She tells me that I’ve got patients already in the examining rooms and that she’ll show Colin around and introduce him to the trainers.

I reluctantly give Colin an apologetic smile, and he kisses me on the cheek. I had hoped that I could have been the one to make the introductions, but I guess that duty calls. I watch Carmen quickly grab Colin’s attention and start introducing him to the girls who work in the insurance office. Their mouths drop in shock at the sight of him.
That’s right ladies! That gorgeous man is devoted to me. He’s all mine!

The rest of my day is a blur. I didn’t even get to see Colin before he left the office. Brad had to fill me in when I was done seeing patients. I had two emergency work-in appointments. Then, one patient kept me trapped in the exam room going on and on about how the injury happened, and then, a slew of either patients that arrived late or were just exceedingly slow. By the time that I made my way into my office, I literally wanted to die from exhaustion. My long weekend of not sleeping much, plus my run this morning made me so sleepy that I wasn’t sure how I was going to drive home.

I collapse into my desk chair, and Brad follows me in with a Diet Coke. “Here you go, sweetie. I can tell that you need the caffeine.”

I quietly thank him take the first blissful sip. I close my eyes for just a second and dream of how good a hot bath will feel.

Brad only gives me a couple of seconds to dream before he starts relaying my messages to me. Most of them he can take care of, but my ears perk up when he says that all three of the professional players that I contacted today have called back and made appointments.

I’m beyond thrilled. This good news has a more powerful effect on me than my Diet Coke. That means that between JT Reynolds and these three new players, I’ll have four professional athletes that are my patients. I mentally do a happy dance. I can’t wait to tell my dad and Colin the good news. I, of course, would never tell Colin who the players are because that’s against the law, but I can share with him in generalities my good news.

Brad agrees to stay and return my phone calls for me so I can go home. I send Colin a quick text.

Me: Sorry that I didn’t get to say goodbye. Hope everything went well with the trainers. I’ll be home in about 30 minutes.

Colin quickly replies…

Colin: Drive carefully. I’ll see you soon. I already took care of dinner.

I smile at my phone. I could get used to having my man at home with dinner ready.

Dinner turns out to be take out Thai from the restaurant around the corner, and that’s fine by me. Colin’s in a wonderful mood. He has my dining table set with my nice plates, candles burning, the lights turned down, and soft music playing. His glass is filled with water, but he hands me a glass of my favorite red wine when I walk in the door.

I stand there for a moment stunned that he’s done all of this for me. Although, it shouldn’t surprise me, he’s an amazingly thoughtful man when he’s not trying to manipulate me into doing what he wants. When I’m finally able to speak, I tease him, “You’re spoiling me McKinney. I’m going to expect this every night.” Then, I throw my arms around his neck and capture his mouth. Our tongues slowly begin their perfect dance. My wonderful welcome home kiss begins to escalate to a passionate “I’ve missed your kiss.” His huge hand reaches around the back of my head and pulls me to him and our kiss intensifies.

The stresses of my day melt away. All I’m thinking about is him, and how much I want and need him at the moment. He seems to be feeling the same way because my dress that he picked out for me today is suddenly raised over my hips and my panties are removed and tossed aside as if they’re offensive to him. He removes the glass of wine from my hand and sits it down. He looks at me with such adoration in his eyes that I melt for him. “You come home and kiss me like that, and I’ll spoil you every night.”

I moan and throw my head back. He begins kissing his way down my neck. “Colin,” I purr. “I want you. I need you, baby. Make love to me.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he scoops me up and carries me upstairs to my bedroom. He gently sits me down and slips each high heeled shoe off. I’m standing before him in nothing but a bra. He reaches up and tucks the fabric down creating a bustier of sorts. He kneels in front of me and begins a delicious assault on my breasts. He gently begins to nip and suck my erect nipple while his hand kneads my other breast. It feels so delicious that I begin to feel my wetness dampen my inner thighs. I throw my head back and whisper, “that feels so good.”

He doesn’t acknowledge me. He continues his affection solely focused on my breasts until I’m sure that I’m about to explode. I can’t take the feeling any longer. I need relief, and I need it now. The problem is that he’s still completely dressed, and right now, that’s the biggest problem that I have.

My hands move frantically down to the button on his pants. I can’t seem to get the button to cooperate with me, and Colin will not stop his assault on my breasts to help me. I begin to feel panicked and desperate. I need to feel him inside of me now. I want the physical reassurance that only he can give me. I don’t want his clothing between us.

“Please, stop. I need you inside of me,” I beg. I sound desperate to my own ears, and I should feel ashamed, but I’m not. I want his physical acknowledgment that he’s mine and only mine.

My plea must get through to him because he stops massaging one of my breasts to undo the button and zipper for me. I lunge for his penis and take it in my hand threw his underwear. I begin to pump it up and down. His erection jerks for me, and I quickly slide his underwear down.

I now have his attention, and Colin stops loving on my breasts. He looks at me with dark, lustful eyes, “I’ve waited all day for this.” From his still kneeling position, he reaches up and tenderly strokes my face. “You’re my gorgeous, girl. When I woke up this morning, and you were gone, I thought for a moment that this had all been just a beautiful but cruel dream. But you’re here, with me, and you’re really mine.”

I reach up and touch my infinity necklace and then rub my hands against the stubble of his gorgeous face. “I’m yours for infinity.”

His green eyes slay me. I reach down and begin kissing his mouth again. He pushes me back onto my bed and we slowly make our way toward the headboard.

While still affectionately making love to my mouth, he slides his erection inside of me. I break our kiss to moan in pleasure. Finally, getting the physical reassurance that I need is powerful. Then, he begins the slowest and most wonderful assault on my body. I would love to grab his behind and shove him into me faster and harder, but I’m enjoying this slow, sensual love making.

I study his face. Colin’s pleasure face is beyond stunning. His lines around his eyes are relaxed and his mouth is slightly open making soft moaning noises. He looks like the boy that I fell in love with ten-years-ago. When we’re making love he hasn’t aged a day. I reach up and stroke his face. I become so overwhelmed with love for this man that tears begin to seep out of my eyes.

I know how lucky I am to have found him again. There are no
“what ifs”
nagging at me now. We were meant to be together. I don’t want him to know that I’m tearing up so I quickly place my forearms over my eyes and say, “I can’t take much more of this. I need it hard, baby.”

He gently laughs. “Your wish is my command.” He begins to slide almost all the way out me and then push forward until I feel him bottom out inside of me. He does this two more times before I begin to yell his name as the waves of pleasure roll over me.

I’m consumed by my feelings for him and my body tingling orgasm when he finds his own release. We lay together in a tangled, sweaty mess. Neither one of us is daring to break the connection. I wish the world would stop turning just for a moment and let us feel this way forever.

Finally, Colin rolls over staring into my lavender eyes. “We’ve got to get up. I need to feed you.”

I let out a groan and throw my leg over his attempting to trap him. “I’m not hungry.”

He laughs and gently pries my hands off of him so he can look at my face. “Get up my beautiful girl. I have a surprise for you downstairs.”

Then, he cruelly climbs off of me and throws on running shorts and walks downstairs.

I drag myself out of my bliss coma and head to the bathroom to freshen up before I join him. When my feet hit the last stair, I see him looking at me with a sheepish grin. The candles that he had lit that were in the middle of my table are now a gigantic pile of wax.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a shrug of his massive shoulders. “I guess I bought the wrong kind.”

How can I be mad at him? He looks so darn cute that I just can’t stand it. “It’s okay. Let the wax cool, put the knife down, and we’ll try using ice to get it off.” Old Charlie would have hyperventilated at the thought of wax ruining her four thousand dollar dining room table. New and improved, after years of therapy, Caroline is able to rationalize that a furniture repair company will be able to restain the area and get Colin’s knife scratches out of the wood. I mentally applaud myself for the handling of this crisis.

I walk into my kitchen and turn my oven on. Our Thai takeout is now room temperature. While I wait for the oven to heat, I grab my phone to throw it on the charger.

“How was your day, dear?” I ask Colin as I pinch his very luscious behind.

“I ran the kids to school, hit the grocery store… found a great deal on toilet paper, balanced the check book, got my nails done, and still had time to shave my legs.” He’s so proud of his little house husband joke that I want to smack him.

“I like having a house husband. Maybe you can do my laundry tomorrow,” I reply as I slide the Thai takeout in the oven.

He begins to put ice in his glass of water and freshens up my glass of wine. “I don’t mind throwing laundry in if you tell me what to do,” he replies.

I look at him incredulously, “You’re telling me that you don’t know how to do laundry?”

He flashes me the Colin McKinney patented half smile. “That’s what I’m telling you, baby.” He says as he cops a feel of my breast as I slide past him. “A housekeeper has taken care of my laundry since I graduated college.”

I roll my eyes. “Pitiful Colin. That’s just pitiful. What else can’t you do?”

He pulls me too him and begins to rub his erection against my stomach, “I can do this very well.”

I smile at his playfulness. I love Colin when he’s like this. “Colin McKinney, don’t tell me that you’re ready to go again?”

“I can’t get enough of you, beautiful girl” he coos in my ear as he begins to nibble on my ear lobe.

My voice becomes more breathy, “Make it quick, buddy. Thai will be heated in ten minutes.”

“I live to serve,” he replies as he drops to his knees and removes my yoga pants. “No panties, Doctor Collins. I like you ready for me.”

His dirty words make me moan for him. Before I realize what’s happening, he has me perched on my kitchen island. He spreads my legs by putting my feet on the counter. The cold Carrera marble that I painstakingly chose now makes me want to yelp, but as I watch him drop to his knees in front of me, I quickly forget the cold.

The feeling of his mouth sucking and licking my center while I wiggle around on the place where I prepare food is beyond hedonistic. I reach for his hair and begin to tug it as he finds new and creative ways to make me scream his name.

When he has wrung me dry of orgasms, he turns away from me as the timer goes off on the oven. He makes quite a show of wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before he puts my oven mitts on to take out the Thai food from the oven. “I would say that I’ve got perfect timing, Doctor Collins.”

I’m still spread wide on my island, but I make note to wash my oven mitts when I start laundry. I gingerly sit up dropping my legs down. I pull him to me, giggling. “Shall I start calling you my ten minute man? Now, hand me my pants. Dining in the nude is gross.”