Chapter 11
Sydney
I wake in the middle of the night to find myself lying next to a gorgeous man.
Colin. I smile contentedly. I never expected that our first time would be so amazing.
Not that I hadn’t expected it to be great, but it had exceeded my expectations and then some.
In all honesty, I kind of expected it to be…
quick. I look over again to take in Colin lying on his back with one arm resting lightly behind his head and the other resting beneath mine.
He’s beautiful. Perfection. There is no doubt in my mind that I have fallen for him.
He looks so peaceful with his lips slightly parted and his dark lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks.
Seriously, how is it that men get blessed with such pretty long lashes?
It takes all I have not to brush back the strands of dark hair above his eyes for fear of waking him.
Then again, the urge to have him again is beckoning deep within me.
As if sensing that I’m watching him, Colin stretches slightly, taking in a deep breath, his chest and abs moving deliciously, and peeks through his lashes to see if I’m awake.
He smiles sleepily and rolls onto his side to face me while tracing his fingers down my spine.
The need for me echoes in his eyes, and without a word, his lips seek mine.
Colin makes love to me a second time that night, slower than the first time.
We take our time exploring, trying to memorize every inch, curve, and sound.
We get lost in the pleasure. Lost in each other.
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The next morning, Colin brings a bowl of grapes, cantaloupe, and honeydew melon to bed along with a big slice of the jello cake we hadn’t eaten last night for breakfast. We feed each other pieces of the fruit, giggling when Colin decides to squeeze the juice down my chest and lick it off with his tongue.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” I mumble between bites of cantaloupe. Colin looks up at me expectantly from where his head is resting contentedly on my belly. “We need to find Ava a man.”
“We do?” Colin quirks his eyebrows at me before stuffing a forkful of jello cake into his mouth. He’s cute in the mornings with this whole tousled, thoroughly fucked hair look. I’m digging the stubble. He sits up, more focused on the jello cake now. It must be good.
“What do you think about Mark? Would he be good for her? Or maybe Trystan? Are either of them even looking to date right now?”
“Hmmm,” Colin hums, swallowing his bite then grinning devilishly.
“They're always looking." I snicker at his remark and the whipped topping stuck on the tip of his nose. "Mark could use someone to keep him in line and balance him out. I know they’ve only met a couple of times, but I’ve never seen them actually talking. Ava seems kind of shy.”
“Well, that is because Ava said she wouldn’t be able to spit anything out except nonsense babble because she thinks he’s totally gorgeous.
Otherwise, from what I’ve seen, she’s the furthest thing from shy.
More reserved than Jane? Yes. Shy? Nope.
" I pop the p and lean forward to swipe the creamy white goodness from his nose and lick it off my finger. Colin blushes while his eyes follow my tongue’s movements, realizing how silly he must have looked, and I grin at the cuteness before adding, "She’s never met Trystan. ”
“Sounds like a bar night is in order for a casual meet. Maybe then we’ll be able to see who might be a better fit. Do you enjoy matchmaking?” Colin forks another bite, this time feeding it to me and dropping some.
“I don’t know. Maybe… Yes.” I smile, grabbing the giant chunk of fallen cake before Colin can. He chuckles at the sight of me shoving it in my mouth. “I introduced my best friend back home, Holly, to her now boyfriend of several years, so I guess I got a bit of a matchmaking bone in me.”
“I guess you do.” Colin grins wide, enjoying this mischievous side of me and probably thinking of another bone he’d like to have in me.
He swipes his finger across the top of the jello cake, continuing to smile at me as he tugs down the sheet covering my breasts.
“What are you doing?
“Oh, enjoying my dessert,” Colin answers as if he didn’t just draw something between my breasts.
“There’s plates and forks for that, you know,” I chastise him playfully.
“This is more fun.” He continues drawing on my body in a straight line. I try to look down to see what he’s making. He tsks me. “Not done yet, no looking.”
I sigh and close my eyes with a smile on my lips as he does his thing. It tickles.
“We’re going to need a shower,” I murmur, giggling and trying to guess what he’s drawing in my mind.
“Mmmm, yes. Yes we will. You can open your eyes now.”
I look down and see that he’s not drawn on me, but instead he’s written the word MINE vertically with a big arrow pointing toward my lady bits in cool whip topping.
I look up at him, and we both burst into laughter.
It’s quickly replaced with a happy sigh as he begins to trace and clean up the letters one by one with his tongue, making his way down my body.
“Best dessert ever,” Colin murmurs against my lower belly before smirking up at me and pulling the covers over his head.
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Colin
I so enjoyed dirtying Sydney all up just so I could drag her into a hot shower.
I was dying to see her skin all flushed and sudsed up just for me to rinse it all clean.
We kiss languidly under the hot spray, enjoying the feel of it on our happily used muscles.
Very happily used. Before I can entice her with my dick once more, she pulls back under the spray and her eyes go wide like she just remembered something, blinking rapidly when the water runs down her face, which she haphazardly wipes off with her hands.
“Bitsy! Crap, Colin, I have to run and feed her. I completely forgot. She’s gonna be pissy.”
I chuckle and reach around her to turn off the water.
Reaching above her, I grab the two towels I draped over the rod, handing one to her before drying off my face.
She sighs into the towel, reveling in its softness before starting to dry off quickly.
The movements cause her girls to bounce in the best of ways.
I clear my throat and inwardly tell my dick to chill the fuck out.
Amy needs to run a bit anyway too. Sydney steps out of the tub first, bending to wrap her hair up in her towel before striding out into my room buck ass naked to find her clothes.
Not helping. I just grab my toothbrush and lean in the doorway to watch my confident girl pull her dress over her head, sad when it covers up all that delicious skin.
She snags up her bra and panties before tip-toeing back to me for a quick kiss on the cheek. I don’t want her to go.
“Plans for today?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound too eager.
“I hadn’t really thought very far past last night,” she smirks up at me, and I go all gooey inside.
“So you won’t be opposed if I come knocking sometime today?” I mumble around my toothbrush as I walk back into the bathroom to spit in the sink.
“Not one bit. I expect it. I’ll message you if I have to step out.
” She leans against the doorframe, watching me rinse.
I look at her in the reflection of the mirror and grin as I see her eyes raking over my flexing forearms. They travel up my arms, across my chest, and down my abs, lingering on my cut lines.
“If you intend to leave, now would be the time before I throw you back on my bed. The way you’re looking at me is giving my cock ideas.”
Her eyes flash with desire. She likes that idea.
My cock likes that idea. Maybe just a quick round?
She sighs and smiles. I turn and begin to remove the towel from my hips and her eyes widen, knowing I’m two seconds from making good on that comment.
She squeaks the cutest little sound of frustration and disappears from my door.
“Nope, Bitsy! Naughty pussy…” I drop my deodorant when I hear her muttering to herself as she opens the door.
“Oh! Hi, Amy, baby! You’re such a good girl.
” As she retreats down my hallway still muttering, I laugh heartily out loud.
That was the best thing I’ve heard all morning next to the sounds I coaxed out of Sydney when I ravaged that “naughty pussy” with my mouth.
I continue chuckling all the way to my dresser, rummaging through my boxer drawer.
I haven’t felt this happy in a long, long time.
How soon is too soon to show up at her back door?
Amy comes bounding down the hall back to my room like she hasn’t seen me in days. She’s used to roaming freely in and out of my room, so I can imagine she was confused with the closed door. I bend down and rub her head, and she flops down to give me her belly.
“You are such a good girl. I haven’t forgotten you.
You wanna go play?” I rub that belly good, but when the word ‘play’ exits my mouth, Amy answers with an emphatic bark.
She jumps back up to her feet, waggling that tail with an exuberance that puts a wide grin on my face.
“Okay, girl. Let me get dressed.” I run my hand through my damp hair, scanning through my hung up shirts, settling on a plain gray tee.
I grab a pair of navy athletic shorts and slip on some sandals.
“Let’s go, girl!” I pat my thigh loudly to snag her attention, and she comes running from the living room with her favorite ball.
Amy drops it at my feet as soon as I step outside and shut the door behind me.
She woofs excitedly, so I pick up the ball and launch it out toward the beach as far as I can.
The blur of brown races for it, rolling in the grass once she snags it up.
I continue down my pathway, enjoying the scenery ahead.
When I finally reach the sand, I kick off my shoes.
Straight out ahead and to my left going toward Sydney’s place, the sand is mostly smooth and enjoyable without shoes.
A few hundred feet to my right it gets a little more rocky as there are no neighbors or houses that way.
It’s more natural, whereas this stretch of beach was intended for private access.
I love the contrast of it all. I wiggle my toes in the sand, reveling in its gritty beauty.
The tranquility it brings to my soul. Amy makes her way back for another throw, and I oblige her.
This time I launch it toward the water’s edge, but not in it.
Last night was something. It was better than I’d imagined, and I feel like a part of me that I hadn’t even realized died along with Jenna sprung back to life.
It’s not that I never thought about sex for the past five years, but it just wasn’t a priority.
I didn’t look at anyone and yearn for them the way that I look at Sydney.
She’s such a breath of fresh air, like a breeze rolling in off the sea from a coming storm, exhilarating and energizing every square inch of my body and soul. I had forgotten what it felt like.
Amy and I stroll along the shoreline, letting the water lap at our toes, and I marvel at how it rushes in, sweeping away little layers of sand only to replace them again when it returns.
Little things I’ve never taken the time to really appreciate or ponder.
A pretty colored, decently sized scallop shell that washes up catches my eye, and I snag it before it can be washed back out.
I turn it over and over in my hand and know that Sydney will love it.
I wonder if she’s collected many since moving here. I pocket it for later.
We’re pretty close to her place, and we’re about to turn to head back home when I hear a loud shout come from her opened windows.
Amy’s ears perk and her head swivels that way seconds before she takes off toward the grass leading up to the backyard.
The shout didn’t sound completely distressed, but it didn’t sound happy either.
I reach for my phone to check on her only to realize I left it on my kitchen island. Well, looks like I’m knocking now.
Amy’s barking on her way to the back door, so I begin jogging to catch up.
I would imagine Sydney hears her by now, but she hasn’t come to the door to see what’s up.
What if something happened, and she’s hurt?
Is that what Amy senses? I pick up my pace, suddenly worried.
When I reach the French doors, Amy whines, pacing back and forth between me and the door. Something’s up.
“Sydney?!” I holler out, announcing myself before turning the knob. It’s unlocked, but she doesn’t answer.