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I’m a flirt and I don’t apologize for it.
I’ve f**ked several guys now, but none of them have been as special as Mr. Collins.
And I haven’t heard anything from him since that special night. Honestly, I’m kind of disappointed. I figure he could at least pick up the phone and say hello. Then again, he probably doesn’t want to and I shouldn’t expect much. It had been a physical thing. That’s it. Still, I wonder about him.
I call my mom over the weekend and ask her about Mr. Collins.
“Oh, Chris was deployed to Iraq not long after you left.”
What? “Is he okay, not getting killed or anything?” I couldn’t help but let a trace of worry seep into my tone.
“I suppose he’s okay. You know how spec-op people are. We would know if he got hurt or anything. We’re listed as his emergency contact. Why?” My mom sounds suspicious and I backpedal.
“Nothing. Just curious. I read that a bunch of soldiers died in Iraq this month. It would suck if he were one of them.”
“Oh. Yeah, I know what you mean. Don’t worry, sweetie. He’s okay.”
I lick my lips, praying she’s right. “I hope so.”
Two months pass and I do my best to push him out of my mind.
But later I finally hear about Mr. Collins.
Actually, he just sort of showed up on campus. I’m talking to my friends after class when I look over and spot a man in a white shirt and faded jeans climb from a generic sedan. I stare at him, my heart thundering. Chris Collins. In the flesh. Here.
I didn’t think, I just run to him and leap into his arms, kiss him before he can say anything. I don’t care if anyone is watching. Or if he’s twice my age. He doesn’t look old enough to be my dad…maybe it’s his military training that’s kept him looking fit and young.
“I missed you,” I confide. “I really did.”
“I missed you too.” He looks around. “Is there somewhere we could talk?”
“Are you staying in a hotel?”
“Holiday Inn.”
I lick my lips, aching to taste him again. “Let’s go there.”
We drive to his hotel and go up to his room. He’s barely closed the door before I pounce on him. What can I say? I really missed him. We undress each other, tossing clothes. I’m in bed when he abandons me to rummage through his bag, taking something out and holding it high in triumph.
It’s Mr. Pink wrapped in plastic.
“You did steal Mr. Pink.” I laugh.
“I wanted to remember your smell. Your taste.” He climbs into bed next to me and reaches out to stroke my hair. “I don’t know if you want to hear it, but I’ve been thinking about you all the time.”
“Hell, I think about you all the time.” I smile.
“No shit.”
“Scout’s honor.” I put two fingers together and touch my forehead.
His gaze remains fixed on me. “Harper, I don’t want to intrude on your personal life, but I wondered if we could see each other from time to time.”
I smile. I like where this is going. “Like boyfriend-girlfriend?”
“Your dad will kill me if-“
I kiss him to shut him up. “He doesn’t need to know. My family doesn’t need to know what we’re doing. We’re adults. It’s our own business if we’re seeing each other. It would be our little secret.”
Mr. Collins nods and joins my smile. “It would be our little secret.”
Volume 2
THURSDAY
Mr. Chris Collins is my daddy’s best friend, a special commando army man and manly as a man can be. Tall. Muscular. Tan. And he’s been trained to kill in a hundred different ways. Hell, for all I know, he could kill a man with a toothpick. He’s a real live GI Kri. He is also gentle as a kitty at heart. We’ve been secretly seeing each other for a couple of months, and I have firsthand knowledge of his tender ways.
By Hollywood standards, he wouldn’t be classified as handsome or hot, but he’s got these enormous, brown, soul-melting eyes fanned by lush, long lashes that get me every time I see him… or when I drool over his pictures like a horn dog. Masculinity oozes from his pores. If he was a wolf, Mr. Collins would be the Alpha in the pack, though with a quiet and reserved demeanor. He’s a study in contrasts, an enigma.
He’s also got a massive cock and knows damn well how to use his monster piece of flesh.
And he does use it. Often. Each time he comes to Rhode Island (I’m a sophomore at Brown), we get together and destroy the sheets.
Every time I think back on our sweaty, primal, brutal f**king my body quivers with lust. Damn.