By the time Colleen stormed out of the station, the stench of indignation hot on her backside; I had gone from angry to amused. My pretty girl can’t stand anybody coming before her in my life. This plan with Vicky was perfect. Although, I knew by the time this was over and done with, I’d owe Vic big time. Maybe this was a bad idea? Colleen can be pretty cruel and I’m purposefully putting one of my closest friends in the line of fire… eh. Whatever. Vic’s tough and she’s got her glock if Colleen gets crazy. I just hope it doesn’t come to that.
So anyway, I come home and it’s dark out already. Colleen isn’t home, but her car is. After what I dealt with today, irrational fear welled up inside of me and I began to pace. She wasn’t with James or my mom or sisters. She wasn’t with the Chief or my dad. Lindsay and Adam hadn’t seen her. And I started to drink. And I continued to drink; and then my stupid ass thought to call Darla—after I was already pretty damn drunk. Like I said, I’m stupid. So I call Darla and she tells me that Colleen was with her—and she’s on her way home. And get this—that I should be nice to her. What the hell?
Okay, I know my head is pretty foggy right now, but Darla had to be joking when she told me to be nice to her. Did Colleen not tell her how she royally embarrassed me at the station? She probably did tell her and they’re just man haters.
So, somehow we got from my drunk-ass worried about my stupid, stupid, pretty girl to her mauling me with her lips. I’m too stunned to respond. Wasn’t I just mad at her? Hadn’t I just scared her? Does she like drunken assholes? I don’t get it. So I don’t kiss back at first. I just stand there… being attacked. Seriously, if I was a chick and some dude was all up on me like this; it wouldn’t be cute or funny, it’d be scary. But I’m not a chick, I’m a man. I have a penis; so I do what men do. I act.
I start to move my lips against hers and she bites me. She bites my lower lip and instinctively, I open my mouth to her. Her tongue slides against mine and I’m a goner. This is better than every other time we’ve kissed. This is even better than the other morning… on my bed.
As the kiss heats up, Colleen’s hands start to wander. They move cautiously from my neck down to my chest. She pinches my left nipple and holy hell, I thought that would be weird but it’s not—it’s a turn-on. Plus, this means I can pinch her nipple now, right?
My lower half is throbbing with need. If we don’t move things along soon, it might be too late. I reach around to her curves and knead, pressing her body against my penis. She feels so good pressed against me. This only spurs her on further. Like a woman gone mad, she starts trying to climb up me. I move my hands from her butt to the backs of her thighs and I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and begins to gyrate against me. I shouldn’t be thinking and should just go with it, but all I can think is: where has this Colleen been all my life? Not that I don’t like the other one, but Mac is partial to this one.
“Brad,” she pants, nearly breathless. Her nails rake up my arms and she grabs my neck roughly. At this rate, she’d break a lesser man; as it is, I’m barely hanging on. She grinds against me. “Take me to bed already.” I swear I can hear Mac cheering in the background. I want to throw her down on the couch and rip her clothes off. But this is the first time for us in years—as adults—and considering I’ve been in love with this maniac my entire life, it just sounds tacky.
“Say please,” I say, moving to her neck. I didn’t have time to shave this morning, so I’m as gentle as I can be, trying not to mark her up too bad. Her hands latch onto my hair, urging me on. Nip. Suck. Lick. I’m covering all the bases here.
“What?” she mumbles through a moan.
“I want,” bite “you” nuzzle “to” lick “say” suck “please.” She pulls her head back and raises an eyebrow at me.
“Are you serious right now, pretty boy?” she asks, her thick Boston accent pouring out of every word. I grin at her incredulous look and buck into her core. She moans softly, trying to control her body’s response. If she just says “please” then we can get on with the show.
“Just say please and I’ll take you to bed. I promise, pretty girl,” I kiss her lips gently but her hand comes up, lightly smacking me in the face.
“I’m not going to beg, dumb ass.” Damn. Impasse. Now is not the ideal time to be at an impasse.
“Please just say please, Colleen,” I whine.
“Why?” she asks. I almost tell her it’s because I’ve envisioned her begging me to make love to her for years and with that one little word, one of my many, many fantasies can come true. But she’s being difficult. I guess this means she won’t dress up as Princess Leia, either.