Shit! This gorgeous, infuriating asshole is dancing through raindrops! Having his cake and eating it, too! He wants all the benefits of my fawning adoration without any of the responsibilities or commitments on his end!
I rise from the couch and pace Colin’s living room, wracked by anger. “You don’t want me enough to tell Logan and Kennedy about us,” I huff out, “but you don’t want anyone else to have me, either? Well, screw that! You can’t have it both ways. Either what we’re doing is no-strings and I’ll be single when this week is over—which means you have exactly zero say in what or who I do after this week—or I’m your girlfriend and you’re an asshole for not telling our families about me!”
Colin’s chest heaves. “It’s not that black and white. We’ve been doing this for less than a week, Amy! If we tell our families what’s been going on, they’ll start planning our wedding—and that’s not an exaggeration.” He shakes his head. “I’m not ready for that. Not even close. Are you?”
Of course, I am, you stupid man! Don’t you realize I’m the creeper who’s loved you my whole fucking life? That I already know for a fact, sadly, that I’ll never want anyone else the way I want you? That’s what I’m thinking as I stare into Colin’s stupid, tortured face. But wild horses couldn’t make me say any of it. In fact, I’d sooner die than admit that pathetic truth to him. It’s hard enough admitting it to myself.
Using all my strength not to burst into tears, I open my mouth and tell the biggest lie of my life: “Of course, I’m not ready for that. I’m only twenty-three.”
Colin’s shoulders soften. He exhales from the depths of his soul. “Okay, good. All I’m asking is that you promise me, if you wind up working on the production after I’m done, you won’t let them assign you to Seth. It’s a simple request.”
I scoff. “Request denied. I absolutely do not promise you that.”
“Goddammit, Amy!” Colin runs an exasperated palm over his face. “Okay, promise me this: you’ll let me know the second it seems like I’m right and Seth wants you to suck his cock as one of your job duties.”
“And what if he does? You’ll hop a flight to Hawaii and come beat him up?”
“If that’s what it takes to keep you safe, yes,” he says, without hesitation.
Oooh, I like that answer. But I keep myself from showing it. “Are you implying he’d be assaulting me in that scenario? Because, as mentioned, I’m pretty sure I’d say yes if he made a move on me.”
Colin narrows his eyes. “In that scenario, Seth would be your employer, which would make your yes legally unreliable. You might say yes, because you felt like you couldn’t say no. Because you thought your job was on the line. Since Harvey Weinstein got exposed, the film industry takes that kind of shit seriously, Amy.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t care what the ‘film industry’ might think in your hypothetical! In mine, I’ve entered into a consensual fling with Seth—a handsome, charismatic movie star, without feeling an ounce of pressure about my job. In my hypothetical, I wouldn’t consider consensual sex with a handsome man an unsafe activity, requiring you to hop a flight to ‘save’ me!” I smirk at the smoke coming out of Colin’s ears and decide to twist the knife. “Unless, of course, you’re worried about Seth not using a condom with me. Is that the kind of ‘unsafe’ activity you’re worried about? Because if that’s the case, if you’re asking me to promise to make Seth use a condom when he rails me, each and every night in Hawaii, and some mornings and lunch breaks, too, then okay, I promise.”
Oh, man. He’s losing his mind. Which, of course, was my intended result.
Colin fists his hair, his dark eyes bugging out. “There’s no way you’re honestly attracted to that blowhard!”
“I am.” I’m not. “Honestly, I’d be excited about a handsome, rich, older man hitting on me.” Ew. “Maybe I’ll enjoy calling an older man daddy while he’s railing me, three times a day in Hawaii.”
Whoa. I thought I was playing with fire by saying such incendiary stuff to Colin, especially that last thing. But, no, it seems I was detonating a nuclear bomb!
“Not gonna happen, Amy! No fucking way.” In one fluid motion, Colin lurches at me, picks me up, flips me over his shoulder, and stomps toward the hallway.
In his bedroom, Colin throws me down on his bed and proceeds to rip off my clothes like they’re on fire. When I’m naked before him, breathless and panting, Colin peels off his own clothes, flips me onto my hands and knees, tells me I’m a bad girl, spreads my legs, and begins eating me out from behind while fondling my hanging breasts.
Almost immediately, I’m delirious with pleasure. Moaning. Grunting. Making sounds that don’t sound human.
“Who’s your daddy now?” Colin mutters behind me, before biting my ass, hard, and slapping my ass cheek. “You make me so fucking hard when you’re a bad girl,” he mutters, before plunging his full length into me from behind.
I growl with pleasure as he fills me, all the way, while gripping the comforter beneath me to steady me. As my body relaxes and molds to his, Colin begins pounding me, fucking me, railing me, mercilessly, in a way he’s never done before. He’s not teaching me what my body can do this time around—he’s showing me what his body can do, when I’ve been a very bad girl. And I’m loving it.
As he fucks me, Colin begins fingering my clit with one hand while fisting my hair with the other. “You’re mine,” he grits out. “This pussy is all mine.” Still thrusting into me like a beast, Colin pulls my head back by my hair. He kisses and bites my extended neck—that second thing probably leaving a mark—a sexy thought. And when I’m feeling right on the brink of release, Colin gruffly whispers into my ear, “I’ll kill him or anyone who touches you, Amy.”
I know he’s not being literal. Frankly, I don’t know what role-play this is. How this rough sex and possessive dirty talk meshes with the way Colin lied to my brother earlier. But fuck it all. I don’t care. This is the hottest thing I’ve experienced in my life and I’m going to enjoy it.
“Come for me,” Colin commands. “And say my name when you do.”
It takes a few more thrusts and swirls of Colin’s magical fingers against my sweet spot, but soon enough, pleasure explodes inside me as warm fluid gushes out of me. I choke out Colin’s name, as commanded, as my orgasm shatters me, and a moment later, he releases inside me with a loud groan. My limbs give way as pleasure grips me, making me face-plant onto the mattress, and Colin follows me down.
“Holy shit,” Colin murmurs after a moment, his chest cleaved to my back. “Jesus Christ, Amy. Oh my God.”
It’s not the declaration of undying love I’d kick a puppy to hear from him. And I know dirty sex didn’t come close to resolving the issues we argued about before lust turned him into Hurricane Colin and swept me into its path. But I’m so high on euphoria and sexual satisfaction in this moment, I don’t even remember what pissed me off.
Like Colin said, it’s been less than a week since we started having sex, and Colin isn’t the one who’s had an eternal crush on me. Whatever Colin might be feeling for me beyond brotherly affection at this point, it’s a brand-new thing for him. Whereas for me, this is the fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy. And so, while still feeling high on the outrageously dirty pleasure Colin just delivered to me, I decide to accept things as they are, for now, rather than thinking about how I wish they’d be.