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I arch my back, press my breast into his mouth and make my demands. “Yes, yes, harder!” I’m not above begging.
“f**k.” He’s gasping, breathing like a freight train and fierce concentration written across his features.
“Yes, yes, yes…” Each word is accompanied by a deep thrust of his cock. “f**k me, harder Mr. Collins.”
“Take it, come on that dick, Harper. Show me you want it.”
Oh god, oh god, oh god… My clit is throbbing, aching and demanding release, p**sy spasming around his cock and between one breath and the next, a violent orgasm seizes me. I clench his shaft, scream his name and still he doesn’t stop.
He plunders my cunt, f**king me and f**king me until a second orgasm zaps through me with blinding force. I shout again, not moving, just taking whatever he gives me. I get five, no six, more fierce slams before he surrenders and comes deep within my heat, pumps me full of his seed.
He twitches, cock throbbing inside me, while we both come down from our orgasms. I collapse on his chest feeling oh so tired and sleepy. Mr. Collins strokes my hair, tells me I’m his girl, his baby, I’m perfect and wonderful and…
And he’s no longer shy about expressing his feelings toward me. This is the first time he’s opened up, the first time I feel like I’m getting to see what’s in his heart.
No more introverted Chris Collins.
I grab his face, give him an open-mouthed kiss, and he returns my passion until I feel like I’m going to faint. I tear my lips from his and gasp for air.
“Baby,” he exhales and nuzzles my neck.
“I think we should stop.”
“Yes, I agree.” He keeps peppering me with tender kisses.
I giggle, tilt my head and give him more room. “I don’t wanna…”
“Me either.” He pauses and swallows. “But we should.”
With a groan, we disengage, his semi-hard cock slipping from my p**sy. I snatch my panties and tug them on, quickly follow them with my jeans and sneakers, bra and top completing my outfit.
Mr. Collins dresses, his eyes never seeming to leave my body. Then he hands me a wet napkin to get rid of any remaining traces of our s*xual escapades.
“You think Brandon’s up yet?”
He shrugs. “Probably. Maybe.”
“What did you do to him, big bad commando man?” I don’t know his “real” title, but I don’t think I want to know either.
He closes the distance between us and brushes a soft kiss across my lips. “It didn’t kill him. That’s all you need to worry about, baby.”
“Do you think he knows it was you?”
Mr. Collins rolls his eyes. “I’m good at my job, baby.”
“You get me kinda hot when you go all soldier-y. I like it when you’re being sneaky.”
He raises a single brow. “I wouldn’t have had to go all ‘soldier-y’ if you hadn’t started all of this.”
I whisper against his lips. “I love you.”
Mr. Collins stares at me a moment, and I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m surprised when he lunges and kisses me, half desperate and full of passion. “Baby, you can’t even begin to imagine what I feel for you.”
Wow. I mean, we’d said “I love you”, but the fierceness and intensity in his gaze is startling. I never should have doubted his feelings. Ever. Now, I regret the childish stunt I’d pulled.
He snags my fingers and tugs me toward the nearby trail. “Come on, let’s go see Brandon.”
“What are we going to tell him?”
Mr. Collins flashes me a grin. “Get creative, baby. You’re the devious one in this relationship. If it were up to me, I’d just tell him the truth.”
Crap.
SUNDAY
I’m sitting by the window in my room, watching the gentle rain patter on my window panes. A storm has been hovering since morning, leaving everything wet, gloomy and depressing. Dad’s plans to go hunting today have been cancelled and after dinner he and Mr. Collins went to hang out in the garage, drinking beer. Mom is curled by the fireplace with a book, drinking a bit of wine.
Carolyn and Brandon have already headed home.
Yesterday, after we cleaned up from our rabid f**karoo, we’d trekked back to where we left Brandon and, to my surprise, he was still unconscious. I’d stared at him, worried Kri had accidentally injured him during his ninja game. But, within moments he came around and I was relieved he was okay. Once he was standing, I told him he’d suddenly passed out and I had gone searching for my dad, but found Mr. Collins instead. Brandon claimed he didn’t remember anything, one second he had stepped over a tree root and a heartbeat later, he was staring at us from the ground.
I was relieved and Brandon didn’t seem to suspect a thing.
When we got back to the cabin, Carolyn had already packed and left, leaving instructions for Brandon to hop in his car and do the same when he was ready. Since Brandon still felt a little weak, my mom made him lunch and Mr. Collins drove him to the Somersby’s cabin, stating it was no trouble for Kri to hoof it back.