Chapter 32
Sam
THE TEXT COMES later that night. I stare at it on the preview screen, biting my lip as I consider.
Will you come over?
It seems like such an easy thing to answer. Yes, I will. No, I won’t.
But there’s so much in there. The way he looked at me today, as though he hadn’t really seen me before.
It was exhilarating, but also, what the hell?
I’ve been on the PT team this whole season.
He’s seen me work with the players. Then there’s the rumors that are clearly starting up, if what Kari and I overheard is any indication.
Please?
My resolve hardens as I remember Kari’s words from earlier. You deserve to be loved out loud. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I type.
You can come over here.
There. If he really wants to see me, he’ll come here. He won’t worry about Ollie seeing his car.
But aren’t I worried about Ollie seeing his car? Ugh. Having a situationship with my married-in-Vegas husband is not easy. With a sigh, I toss the phone onto the couch beside me. Knowing Colin, he’s flipping a coin to decide.
So I turn my phone off. If he shows up, he shows up. I grab a book and ignore the way my heart twinges with hope.
A knock on my door half an hour comes. I look up from my book and stare at the door. He came?
Another knock. “Sam? It’s Colin.”
Holy shit. He actually came.
I unfold myself from the couch and open the door, nearly dizzy with surprise. “Hi.”
His breath fogs in the cold air as he smiles. “Hi.”
“You came.” I sound breathless, as though I’ve sprinted a mile.
His smile deepens to reveal the dimple just above his beard. “I came.”
I step back and wave him in, the chill of the early March night sweeping in with him.
“I didn’t think –”
He cuts me off, cradling my face as he angles his mouth over mine. And as he deepens the kiss, I really do lose my breath. Then I lose myself. Because he’s here.
“Sunshine,” he whispers, his voice raw and needy.
I wrap my arms around him, needing the solidness of his body to ground me. He’s here. He came here. He came to me. The thought is a drumbeat. Every other worry I had falls away in the face of it.
“Need you,” he murmurs against my neck. “Please.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Always yes.”
He groans as I push his jacket off. Together, we pull off all our clothes until we’re naked in the middle of my living room.
He drops to his knees, kissing one hip and then the next before making his way to my center.
I gasp at the first touch of his tongue against me. There’s nothing to hold me up but him, so I thread my hand into his hair. He intensifies his efforts, and pleasure streaks through me.
“Oh, god,” I whimper, my legs beginning to shake.
“Come for me.” His eyes find mine.
The sight of him on his knees, his mouth to my pussy, his pupils blown with want, is enough to send me over the edge.
“Colin!” His name tumbles from my lips as I hold his gaze as best I can, the orgasm shuddering through me in waves.
He doesn’t stop, working me through the crest and the aftershocks, and when my hand loosens on his hair, he kisses his way to standing before bending to pick me up. He cradles me to his chest, and I lay my head on his shoulder as he walks me to the bedroom.
The second he lowers me to the mattress, I tackle him, putting him on his back and gliding my pussy along his length.
His eyes roll back in his head as he hisses. “Fuck, Sam. You feel so good.”
I make my way down his chest, inhaling his scent as I go. He’s warmth and comfort. I love that I know every part of his body, what makes him arch in pleasure. I lick the inside of his thigh and hear his answering gasp before licking his thick shaft and taking him into my mouth.
His hands find my hair, pulling it to the side so he can watch. I give him a show, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock nice and slow, before sucking him into my mouth again.
“Fuck, Sam,” he moans. “You’re incredible.”
I take him deep, humming as I go, knowing what it does to him.
He pulls me up on a groan. “I don’t want to come yet.”
“Come inside of me,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss him as he notches his cock at my entrance. I lower onto him, letting the thickness of him fill me. A few swirls of my hips and I’m fully seated on top of him.
“You feel incredible,” he rasps, one hand on my hip while the other grabs my breast and squeezes.
My eyes close at the pleasure. “Yes. Just like that,” I murmur, giving into the spike of pain he delivers as he pinches my nipple.
I ride him like a woman possessed, chasing only my own pleasure, my eyes shut, my head thrown back, reveling in the way he fills me, thrusts into me, owning me even as I own him.
“Mine,” he whispers.
“Yours,” I answer back, not caring if I’m giving him the last bit of myself. Not caring that we live and love in the shadows. Right now, it doesn’t matter. I’m his and he is mine.
He came. He came. He came.
He rolls us, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder before pushing into me again. I reach for the headboard, meeting him thrust for thrust, both of us breathing hard and sweating.
“Fuck, Sam.”
“I know,” I answer hoarsely, my hands sliding down his back.
“Fuck. Fuck!”
I unfurl, the orgasm coming from deep within me as I yell his name, my hands flying to his back, nails scraping down him.
He groans and bites my shoulder, losing his own rhythm as he comes with me. “Samantha.”
We cling to each other, breathing heavy. He lets himself relax onto me and I hold him there, unwilling to let him go.
“Colin.” There’s so much more I want to say. So much more that I feel. And it seems like he’s there, too.
When he lifts himself up and looks at me, I see it. Even if he doesn’t say it, I know it’s there. Just like last time.
He kisses me, slow and tender, as his fingers brush the hair away from my face. I squeeze my inner walls around him and he groans, angling his hips and pushing into me again. We stay like that, softly thrusting and kissing, until my lips tingle.
Eventually, we take turns in the bathroom cleaning up. When he comes back into the bedroom, I pat the mattress, hoping he’ll climb back in.
He does, pulling me to him and kissing the top of my head as I curl around him, my head on his chest and my leg hooked on top of his.
He came. He loves me. I love him. The words almost come out, but I keep them tucked in.
You deserve to be loved out loud.
I look up, searching for his eyes. He angles his head down and I smile. “Colin.”
He smiles back. “Sunshine.”
The smile tells me enough.