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I let him move my hips up and down and rotate me on his erection. I’ve given my whole self over to him for him to use as he wishes. And for my own needs. I don’t want to be in control of this. I’m in charge of so many things in my life right now, I just want to turn my pleasure over to Colin and let him bring the love and release that I crave.
Our movements, or should I say my movements, become more frenzied. Water sloshes around us, stirring up the hot tub enough that we’re splashing over the edges. It’s perfect. Wordlessly, I let go of my body and give into the orgasm that is building deep inside me. I don’t tell Colin that I’m close, but he must sense it, because he begins to drive harder inside of me while he maneuvers my hips. When I know that I’m seconds away from coming, I lean forward and take his swollen lips, mimicking our movements with my mouth. We’re frenzied without making a sound or breaking our connection. I silently orgasm as he thrusts inside me one last time, flooding my insides with himself.
Our kissing becomes gentler, sweeter, calmer, but no less loving or affectionate. I don’t want this to end. I’m not ready to discuss our real life outside of this hot tub. I don’t want to read “the end” on our fairytale.
He’s the first one to pull away. When he does, he takes my chin so he can look into my eyes. It’s a half moon out, so we have a soft spotlight overhead. There’s no doubt that his eyes are soft, dewy, with love for me. “Welcome home, Mrs. McKinney.”
Chapter Thirteen
Colin
As holidays go, Thanksgiving is one of my favorites. There’s no gift-giving pressures. There’s not much decorating. Plus, everyone comes to our house to celebrate with us if I’m playing at home. If it’s an away game, then we pick a night earlier in the week and celebrate it then.
It just so happens that this year, it’s a home game, so everyone, except for Amy went to my game on Thanksgiving Day. She decided to be the awesome aunt that she is and keep Ainsley company.
Fortunately, everyone is sleeping at a nearby hotel but Amy and Aiden. Amy is back to playing nanny—which is a gift—and Aiden and I have some business that we need to take care of, so it made more sense for him to stay with us.
This is the third time that Rachael and Aiden have been around each other since his marriage proposal took a gigantic shit. This is also the first holiday that they’ve spent with us since that momentous day. I had to have the bro talk with Aiden. The one that starts off with “I’ve got a nine-month-old kid. You can’t get so shit-faced that you pass out on the stairs again.” And ends with “She’s moved on. It’s been a year and half. You should too.” So far, they’ve been awkwardly polite to each other and have avoided being in the same room. Success in my book.
Charlie and the gang are in the kitchen, putting the final touches on our Thanksgiving feast, and I’m trying to work out the soreness in my ribs from today’s game. I’m feeling pretty damn lonely in the hot tub without my best girl in her string bikini, but then again, I’m sure our family doesn’t want to watch us have monkey sex while they eat their turkey. No, even I can admit that it’s best that Charlie stays out of the hot tub when our family is awake. But I will say that I’ve got some new spank-bank material from our last hot tub experience for when she leaves me again on Sunday.
“Hey, dick cheese! How’d you get out of making cream sauce for the broccoli?” Aiden asks as he pulls a chair over to the edge of the hot tub.
Ewww. Not a great comment, Aiden.
“I got punched in the ribs for sixty minutes by some asshole lineman that kept blowing snot on me anytime he got close.” Aiden’s eyes grow wide with horror, and apparently he decides to change the subject before I further explain the other grossness that happens during a game.
“It’s now perfectly clear why you keep playing football,” he quips as he forces a smile. There’s obviously something that he wants to discuss. He’s been acting odd – even for Aiden. I’ve watched him open his mouth as if to speak, just to shut it again. It’s been on the tip of his tongue since he arrived, but whatever it is, it’s obviously something that he doesn’t want to bring up.
Well, that doesn’t sound positive. “What the fuck have you done?” I ask preparing myself for another, “Aiden, you’re such a smart guy. How do you get yourself in these fucked up situations?” speeches.
“IsleptwithAmyafterthefuneral,” he rushes out, looking like he has a bad case of food poisoning.
“What? Is that English?” I take a swig from my water bottle and finish it off with a gulp before tossing it into the garbage pile I’ve started near the bushes by our bedroom.