A Christmas Collin (Bringing Home Trouble)

Chapter 5

5

DANIELLE

T he soft knock on my bedroom door has my heart jumping to my throat. The room is as clean as it's going to get, and all of my stuff is put away. Still, I feel like it's not enough, and I don’t know where this sudden need to impress Collin came from.

I open the door to let Collin inside, realizing my palms are sweaty, and my hands are shaking. Why am I so nervous?

"Thank you," I tell him, closing the door behind him. "Um, I can grab you some towels if you want to shower. Or if you want to head out, it's still kind of early."

He smirks and begins looking around my room. "Everything in this town closes at ten, Jelly Bean, especially on Christmas Eve. Not to mention the storm coming. I only came up to tell you that I'm heading home. I don't want to make you, Josh, or anyone else uncomfortable by staying here."

No. Disappointment roils in my stomach.

"Please stay," I blurt out, my hands gripping his shoulders to hold him in place. "I want you to stay. You should stay because you're with me. I know it's not real?—"

"This is as real as you let it be, Jelly Bean." He leans down so his face is just a few inches from mine, and my breath hitches. "I still can't believe you did that for me. I'm yours, Danielle. I'm here for as long as you need me to be. I owe a debt to you."

"You don't owe me anything. I just couldn't stand the way they talked about you behind your back. It was Leftie this, and Leftie looks like that. Leftie stole this. I hate that name. I hate what it means." My voice shakes, my eyes welling with tears. These rioting emotions are giving me a whiplash. One minute, I’m lusting after him, and the next, I’m about to burst into tears at how people treated him before.

Collin holds my face, locking eyes with me, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Thank you. I never knew I had an angel on my side."

His fingers slide through my hair, guiding my face close to his until Collin's mouth captures mine. The way his lips press against my mouth, his teeth gently pulling at my bottom lip as his tongue slips inside, makes me clench my thighs together. My tongue chases him, tasting him, savoring this moment between us. It’s like experiencing my first kiss all over again. Explosions in my head and on my skin.

My face flares with heat as my core ignites with desire.

Collin's hand grips the back of my head firmly. His other hand drops to my ass as he walks me backward until I have to sit on the edge of the bed. The drop catches me by surprise, making us both laugh, and I lie back to give Collin room to stretch over me.

Goosebumps trail my skin as Collin's hand lifts my leg around his waist. His body pushes against mine, and I realize I don't want anything else—anyone else—but him. When I think about it, it’s always been him. If I’m being honest, that’s pretty much why I haven’t been in a relationship. I’ve been waiting for him all along.

His hand slips inside my jeans, reaching between my thighs to slide through my pussy lips.

Oh my God.

A moan escapes my throat, and my back arches the moment I feel the pressure of his fingers inside my entrance.

"You're going to wake everybody up, Jelly Bean," he whispers against my mouth before sliding down to my neck. The light pricks of his beard tickle me, drawing another soft moan as the stroke of his fingers has my pussy tightening around them.

"I don't care." Husky breaths against his lips bring him close. He kisses me quietly and makes my skin feverish in the process. God, this is the stuff of my dreams. God knows how many times I lay awake in my bed, wondering if Collin ever thought of me the same way I thought about him.

The force of our kiss draws me closer to Collin. His fingers quicken their pace, like he's beckoning for my climax to coat them.

"I do, Jelly Bean. Now be quiet." He winks and pulls his hand out of my pants, and I swallow back a growl of disapproval. My pants slide off quickly, and my brain barely has time to catch up when Collin dives between my thighs and feasts on me.

The raw hunger in his eyes almost pushes me to the edge, and he slides his massive hands along my inner thighs, looking like a starving man about to eat his first meal. When he dips his head and kisses my clit, I bow off the bed, already mad with pleasure.

His tongue swirls and twirls between the slit of my pussy, kissing my clit as passionately as my lips.

Before I can say anything, I feel Collin's hand reaching up until it reaches my neck. I spare a look, and his eyes are already staring back at me. A mischievous grin creeps onto his face. His fingers slip into my mouth for me to suck while he eats my pussy. We get into a rhythm, and my heart feels like it’s about to explode.

My core tightens, the wave of my pleasure crashing over my body, and I see stars.

My legs feel like wet noodles, and for a moment, I think he’s done.

But no. He’s so far from it.

I nearly bite down on his fingers when I feel his tongue push inside of my walls. In and out, Collin's magical mouth summons bliss out of me like a magician. Unable to keep still, my hips roll into him, shamelessly grinding on his face, as if I didn’t come just seconds ago.

Collin coaxes another orgasm out of me with deliberate strokes of his tongue and lips. When he pulls his face and hands away from me, my eyes zero on the tent over his crotch.

The bed creaks when I push myself onto my elbows to see Collin pull his pants down. My eyes fixate on every movement. The flex and ripple of his abs from him pulling his shirt over his head gives me a glimpse of his tattoos. Two full sleeves of artwork extend to the center of his chest, black ink boldly showing the Celtic Tree of Life. I know because I used to have a poster of that over my bed.

"Come here." His voice is low, and he licks his lips while I push myself off the bed. My eyes shift toward the door, but Collin's tone snags my attention back to him. "Don't worry about anyone coming through that door, Jelly Bean. Get over here, Dani."

Shivers of lust ricochet down my body as I find myself standing in front of Collin. The way he admires me tamps down every insecurity that tries to surface.

He slips my shirt off and yanks my bra down to expose my taut nipples. I ignore the impulse to cover myself, and when I’m bare for him, he lowers his head until he’s at eye level with my tits. One he squeezes with fervent need while his tongue flicks and sucks on the other.

When a moan breaks through the silence, Collin's head perks up, and he growls, "I need you to be a good girl and keep quiet."

I lick my lips, an invitation for him to kiss me with such passion I'm ready to come again. His kiss sends shockwaves of ecstasy through my body, and the floor drops from under me as Collin scoops me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist, and the room spins until my back hits the wall. I can't help my gasp when the bulging head of Colin's cock pushes against the apex between my thighs.

He's massive, and I'm not sure I can take all of him. But the need to have him inside of me overrides every fear and anxiety.

The pressure brings a hint of pain before the slickness of my orgasms allows him to push deep inside my walls. The subtle thrust at first gets him wet with my juices. Sitting in my pleasure, the excitement, the intensity engulfs us as Collin moves in and out. God, yes. Up and down, my back brushes against the wall behind me, every stroke coming harder and faster than the last.

The bulge of his hardness pushes in and out of me, expanding, filling me until I'm ready to burst. Everything he does lights me on fire. I don't want him to stop. I want him to go on and on and on…

Collin pulls his mouth off mine. "You feel better than I ever imagined. Fuck, your pussy's so tight. Come all over me, Danielle."

"Collin." My breathing becomes uneven with the next powerful thrust, forcing me to bite down on his shoulder. He moans.

"Yeah, keep doing that. Bite me hard, baby."

His command comes with more powerful thrusts that milk every last orgasm out of me until Collin pulls me away from the wall to lay me on the bed. This gives Collin enough leverage to push in and out of me with passion, a possessiveness that binds me to him. He's taking me like a man possessed.

I like it.

"That's it," I whisper between panting breaths. "That's the right spot. Don't stop. Please don't stop."