From Now Until Infinity (2) (31 page)
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Authors: Layne Harper
Tags: #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sports
I rip her little lace thong panties with my thumb. Fuck’em. They were keeping me from her anyways. I pull her on top of me, and I slide inside of her. My eyes roll back in my head. Heaven. If this isn’t what heaven feels like then I don’t want to go.
“Colin, baby, you’re wrinkling my dress.” She complains but not too much.
“Fuck your dress. Ride me. I need to feel you come on me.” I tell her. How can she be thinking of her fucking dress at this moment?
I reach in between us and flick her clit. That must have been what she needed to forget the dress because she starts dancing on my dick. Perfect. Perfection. Everything that I’ve ever wanted and more.
“That’s it, baby. Make sure you come.” I command her.
“What about you?” She asks. Always so concerned about me.
“I almost came just by kissing you. I’m good.” I tell her.
She throws her beautiful head back and rides me with such intense passion that I have to force myself to not come yet and it’s not easy. Finally, I feel her orgasm building on my dick. She’s getting tighter and gripping me with such force that I lose it. I pump into her while I hold her hips. I yell her name as my come explodes out of me.
Charlie rides my dick while she screams with pleasure.
Sated. Content. Perfection.
She looks at me with her gorgeous eyes and starts to laugh. “I think we’ve got an interview to do.”
“Fuck’em. They can wait. Another round?” I ask knowing that I’m not going to get that lucky.
“You’re awful, Colin.” She teases me as she walks into the bathroom to clean up.
“Tell me you aren’t more relaxed?” I challenge her.
She pokes her head out the bathroom. “That would be admitting that you’re right, and that’ll never happen.”
God, I love her.
When we walk back into our living room, Kenzie and Allison give us knowing smiles.
Whatever. I was making love to my girl. You’re all just jealous.
Allison flips our mics back on and says using an authoritative voice, “Okay, Colin, Doctor Collins, sit back down, and we’ll start the second phase of the interview.”
I nod my head. Whatever. I can talk about my girl as long as Allison Katz wants.
Charlie takes her place next to me on the new sofa. She has her after orgasm glow.
Fucking gorgeous. I did that too her. She loves me, and I make her glow.
The first questions are more fluff. What was it like seeing her again after eight years, and shit like that. I ramble. I don’t care. They can edit what they don’t want to use, but when it comes to talking about my girl, I can’t seem to shut up.
I take Charlie’s hand in mine and place our joined hands together on my thigh. I look at how my hand engulfs her beautiful, petite hand. We look like two puzzle pieces joined together to make one perfect picture.
Allison asks Charlie questions about being a doctor. Once again, fluff, but Charlie beams as she discusses her chosen profession. There’s nothing sexier than listening to my girl talk about being a doctor. She gets off to it, and it’s hot. She handles the questions about her ethics like a champ. I rub the palm of her hand so proud to be sitting next to her. She states firmly that her father has the most integrity of any man that she knows, and our relationship shouldn’t affect his practice. When Allison asks about her future medical plans, Charlie keeps her answers vague. I know that my girl’s going to practice medicine again and soon. She’s a damn fine doctor.
Then, Allison asks some questions about Sasha. It’s very hard for me to not answer, “She doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same oxygen as Charlie.” Instead, I give a very diplomatic answer. I respect Sasha, she’s a fantastic girl, we just weren’t meant to be and shit like that.
I glance away from Allison and watch Charlie sitting so composed next to me.
She’s gorgeous. Absolutely the most beautiful and sexiest woman that I’ve ever seen.
I get so distracted that I don’t hear Allison’s next question. It’s something else about Sasha’s claims that I cheated on her.
I look at Allison and reply, “After reading Sasha’s interview, I realized that I was a very poor communicator. I honestly thought that we were friends who went out occasionally. I never realized that she was in love with me. If I led her on, I apologize.”
It’s the answer that Kenzie told me to give. It’s also the truth. Sasha was a nice girl in a beautiful package. That’s it. I might have wound up marrying her, but we wouldn’t have been happy. The only person who has, or ever had, my heart is Doctor Caroline Jane Collins (soon to be McKinney).
I glance at my girl again. She has those gorgeous legs crossed at her thin ankles. I start thinking about how fucking good they will feel wrapped around my head in just a couple of hours while she calls out my name.
God dammit. I’m getting hard again.
I try to focus on Allison and will my dick to behave. Allison shifts in her interview chair and says, “Do you know Jenna Sanchez?”
“Sure. I know her.” I reply.
Where is she going with this?
I watch as Charlie uncrosses and recosses her legs at the ankle. I squeeze her hand reassuringly.
I look over at Kenzie.
Why isn’t she stopping this line of questioning? We had a fucking deal? Jenna is not on the approved question list
.
“Jenna claims that the two of you have had a long standing affair dating back to high school,” Allison states. “Can you confirm or deny this claim?”
I glance at Charlie. Her mask is on, and she doesn’t even flinch.
That’s my girl. She’s a fucking rock star.
Next, I look at Kenzie waiting for her to step in, but she doesn’t.
I‘m on my fucking own here.
How do I answer this? The truth? A version of the truth?
What the fuck do I do?
“Jenna is a friend from high school. I have tried to help her out through the years, but I really wish to leave her out of this interview.” I state. Twelve years of media training just became very handy.
Charlie gives my hand a little squeeze. I can tell that she’s relieved by my answer.
I feel sick to my stomach. What the fuck is Jenna thinking? First of all, Jenna signed a fucking non-disclosure agreement about our relationship and I’ve taken care of her quite well. I’m going to sue her. Second of all, why hasn’t Kenzie done her job and stopped the interview. We have approved questions, and I guarantee that one wasn’t on the list.
I glance at Charlie. Her face remains passive and unchanged. I don’t know how she’s doing it. If the shoe were on the other foot, I would’ve lost my fucking mind by now.
Allison doesn’t ask a follow up question. Thank God because I’m not sure if I could keep it together. I notice Allison checking her notes, and then she says to me, “It’s been rumored that you had a prescription pill addiction early on in your career.”
I look at Kenzie waiting for her to stop this shit. I refuse to discuss that portion of my life. There are three people that know about it: Charlie, Aiden, and Mark. I can guran-fucking-tee that two of those three people haven’t discussed it. I’m going to kill Mark when I get my hands on him.
Then, my girl does the impossible. She keeps her composure and squeezes my hand reassuring me that she’s got this. “Allison, whatever you’re claiming is in the past. And, by the way, that’s not a confirmation of the statement. Colin and I are focused on our future together. In fact, we’ve decided to get married. You’re the first one that we’ve shared our happy news with.”
My girl is fucking beaming like a megawatt flash light. And the Oscar goes to Doctor Caroline Jane Collins because she just did the impossible. She has kept her composure, while being blindsided, and turned the interview away from Jenna and prescription drug abuse and back to us. She’s my angel. My savior. She’s the strongest and most amazing woman that I know.
I want to kiss her. Well, I actually want to do much more than kiss her, but that’ll have to wait because we’ve got more questions to answer.
And now, I have to talk about my second love - football. It doesn’t give me near the hard on that my girl does, but damn, I sure love it.
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Colin and Charlie’s story continues in book three of the Infinity Series…
Dear Reader,
Thank you for hanging around to the end of the book/beginning of Colin and Charlie’s story. They have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I named Caroline “Charlie” Jane Collins when I was in seventh grade if that gives you an idea. I love sharing them with you.
There are four books in the Infinity series. The first is “Falling Into Infinity.” I hope you already read it or just you spent most of this book confused.
Love or hate a scene or quote from the Infinity Series? Please share it with me at [email protected]. You can also follow my blog at www.LayneHarper.com. I would appreciate you leaving a review on the retailer’s Web site. Good or bad, it helps all of us authors do a better job for you, the reader.
Thanks!
Layne Harper
Acknowledgements
First of all, I have to thank my husband. He’s every romance author’s fantasy leading man, and he can chauffer kids to extra-curricular activities like nobody’s business. He knows when to distract me from writing, and when to quietly shut my office door and tip toe away. The most important and best decision that I’ve made in my life is marrying him.
Second of all, my kids are owed a huge helping of thanks. They’ve been patient through fun dinners like hotdog wienies and strawberries, and they still think that mom cooks dinner. The greatest honor of my life is getting to be their mom.
What would I do without the Kristi(e)’s with a “K” in my life? My editor Kristi ([email protected]) is a dream to work with. Thank you for all of your suggestions. My beta reader Kristie catches all the little things that make this book just that much better. You guys rock!
Finally, I can’t say enough “thank yous” and “I appreciate it so muches” to all the review bloggers who do such a fantastic job of promoting indie authors. Without you guys, I would not have sold a single book. Colin and Charlie would still be a dream filling up space on my hard drive. I’m so grateful to you.
About Layne Harper
Layne Harper taught Tom Brady how to throw a football, and she’s E.L. James’ red room consultant. In her spare time, she travels the world with Angelina Jolie helping orphans. Not really, but it sounds more exciting than her normal life. She’s mastered the art of takeout dining, turning down the volume right before the singer says a bad word, and disguising wine in a thermos for evening soccer games. She can make a snow cone that rivals the best in the world. Layne writes constantly in her head, on napkins, her kids’ homework, or whatever is close by. If you want to know more about Layne, check out an interview that she did with
The SubClub Books.
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