Finding YOU Finding ME (You & Me Trilogy Book 2) (12 page)

            Without
a stitch of clothing on him, I could see how much he wanted me, and how much he
was holding back. As much as he was admiring my body, I was admiring his. I
think that was the point, with my hands above my head, I couldn’t touch him,
while he reached behind me and pulled out an object. An ice cube. He sucked on
it at first, and with his tongue licked the tip of my nipples. The ice cold
sensation of his tongue wet against my skin made me moan. “Not cold enough?” he
asked, rubbing the cube on the tip of my other nipple while licking the one
still in front of him. The shock of the ice against my nipple jolted through
me, and I felt my lower muscles clench. Collins took the same piece of ice cube
and sucked on it before bringing it up to my lips to rub it against my lower
lips. I opened my mouth and began sucking hard on it, feeling it quench my
thirst, and giving a little relief to the fire that was raging inside. The room
felt warmer, and I was feeling my skin began to sweat as Collins lifted my legs
on top of his shoulders and mercilessly devoured my burning skin below. Not
being able to move my hands or arms, I was trapped as his skilled tongue and
mouth licked and bit me with small and then large pressure. Collins had the
most talented tongue, and I was so aroused, I want him to pull away to kiss me.
I wanted to taste his tongue.

            “I
want…” I panted.

            Collins
lifted his head for a second, looking at me with sincere blue eyes, deeply
aroused, but adoring. “What do you want, Baby?”

            “I
want you to kiss me, Collins,” I said.

            “Oh,
but I’m not done with you yet,” he said, kissing the inside of my thighs. He crawled
up my body, pressing his skin against mine until his face was facing mine, nose
against nose. “Kiss you?”

            “Kiss
me, Collins,” I said.

            He
moved in and opened my mouth with his tongue before passionately kissing me,
entwining my tongue with his. With his hand, he continued rubbing my nipples,
while the other one reach into me, two fingers at a time until he found the
most sensitive spot and started rubbing.

            I’ve
never felt so much sensations all at once, heightened just by having my hands
above my head. “Collins,” I said, “I can’t hold on.”

            “Then
let go,” Collins said.

            “I
can’t,” I said.

            “But
you haven’t even began getting any pleasure out of this. I want to touch you so
badly. I want to…” My moan was so intense as Collins’ hardness rubbed against
my heated clit. Was he going to finally make love to me, fuck me, as I wanted
so badly to be fucked by him?

            Could
he? Could the heat of our passion right now tip him over to having sex normally
without any of his former needs?

            “Just
a minute,” Collins said. He walked over to a chest of drawers, took out a box
of condoms, placed one on, and then, right when I thought he was returning, he
went up to the control room. I looked up, and I saw the camera above me on the
ceiling, adjusting. The robotic camera in front of the bed tilted, and the
other one to the side moved.

            Collins
bounded down the stairs to me, ready to continue where we left off.

            “I
took one look at the camera overhead, the camera in front, and the camera to
the side, and began laughing. If there was ever anything I was terrified of, it
was being on stage unprepared. I felt so unprepared right now. This was my
first time to have sex, and it’s going to be captured on camera.

            “What’s
the matter, Baby?” Collins asked. “I thought you wanted to try this?”

            He
was hard as a rock, and from the look of it, I wondered how I could fit him all
in.

            “Baby…we’ll
ease into it,” he kissed my jaw, my neck, and then my breasts, while his
fingers trailed down my stomach to once again work on my heat.

            I
was responsive, but still apprehensive.

            “You’re
so wet,” Collins said, appreciatively. “That’s good. It’ll be that much easier
for you.”

            “Collins,”
I said, feeling the tension build again. “I want you to be in me with I come…”

            Collins
kissed me, and his eyes half-hooded in sheer bliss. “I would like that. I need
this as much as you need this, our Next Step.”

            He
positioned himself over me, and I could feel the head right against me.

            “Are
you sure?” Collins asked me. “There’s no turning back after this. Once we do
this, Baby, you’re mine. And I’m yours. I won’t let anyone come between us.
Your body is mine, and mine is yours.”

            My
heart was racing. Collins was serious about making love with me. It wasn’t just
about sex to him; it was about love and commitment. I was so wrong about him
just wanting sex for the sake of it, just to have it.

            Was
I that committed to him? Was I ready to forsake everyone else for him?

            Before
I could answer, there was a beeping sound in the room. Over and over again,
louder and louder.

            “God,
what can that be?” Collins yelled, frustrated. He gave me an apologetic look
before he sauntered over to the dresser, where he picked up his phone.

            “Oh,
hi, Mrs. Sullivan,” Collins said, his voice immediately respectful. “Yes, she’s
here. Hold on a second.”

            Collins
walked over to me, handing me the phone, after releasing the handcuffs. “It’s
your mother.”

            I
stared at him in amazement and mouthed in silence, “When did my mom start
calling you?”

            “Hello
Mom?” I said. “What’s up?”

            “Did
I catch you at a bad time?” Mom asked.

            “Well…actually,”
I stammered, blushing. Right, she did catch me at a bad time. The time when I
was going to experience my first time having mind-blowing sex with Collins
McGregor wrong time.

            “I
had been looking for you. Why didn’t you answer your phone? Never mind, I found
Collins’ card and called him.”

            “Why
Mom, what’s going on?”

            “I
don’t know what to do, Sam. Your dad has demanded sole custody of Nydia when
this divorce goes through. The hearing for that is scheduled at the OC Court
House tomorrow. I tried getting a lawyer for this, but your dad is a Pastor.
He’s upstanding, and it’ll be an easy case for him to win. I don’t want to
spend what little money I have on legal fees to defend against that, but at the
same time, maybe I should. I don’t want to lose Nydia.”

            “I’ll
talk to Collins about it,” I said. “Maybe he knows people who would know what
to do. Where is the hearing tomorrow, Mom?”

            “The
OC Family Court, Judge Colleen Seevers.”

            “I’ll
meet you there tomorrow, Mom. Whatever I can do, even just being there for you,
I will.”

            “Okay,
darling,” Mom said. “I love you, you know that?”

            “Yes,
I do,” I said. “I love you, too.”

            “See
you tomorrow.”

            “See
you, and don’t worry, we’ll figure something out.”

            She
hung up, and I turned to Collins.

            “Collins,
my parents’ divorce is almost finalized, and they’re holding a hearing on who
gets custody of Nydia.” My voice broke thinking about my little sister, and how
sad it would be for her to only live with one parent now. In fact, all of a
sudden, I’m feeling an avalanche of sadness. My parents were getting a divorce
after all these years. The family I knew of would be no longer.

            Collins
placed my black silk bathrobe over me, after slipping one on himself. “Don’t
worry about it, I know a couple of people at that Court. I’ll talk to them.”

            He
hugged me, enfolding me close to his chest.

            “I’m
sorry we didn’t make love,” I said.

            “There’s
nothing to be sorry about,” Collins said. “Don’t apologize. It should come
naturally, and if now’s not the moment, then it isn’t.”

            He
kissed the top of my nose, before getting on his cell phone. “Well, looks like
I’ll be busy working out a few details for tomorrow’s hearing,” he said. “Why
don’t you take a hot shower, and I’ll give you a massage afterwards?”

            I
smiled. Maybe the night wasn’t completely shot.

Chapter
15

I
t turned out we didn’t have much time to do
anything afterwards. I showered and went to bed. As soon as I hit my pillow, I
was out like a light, and didn’t feel Collins join me in bed until much later that
night. He seemed preoccupied when I woke up for a little bit, although he was
sitting in bed, typing away on his laptop, while massaging my back with another
hand.

When
I woke up the next morning, Collins was still in the same position, but he had
taken a shower and had changed. I laid on my side, admiring his just washed messy
hair and beautiful profile. Still in silk pajamas, freshly washed, he looked
younger and happier, although a little serious at the moment. His icy blue eyes
were intensely on the screen in front of him.

I
knew he would have worked in the office in the other room, but somehow he felt
he should be here with me on the bed. He was right. I slept peacefully with him
nearby, and woke with a happy smile on my face.

My
heart warmed thinking about how caring he was throughout our lovemaking
yesterday, and how he thought about everything I needed or will ever need for
this apartment. I’ve never felt so loved and well-cared for by a man before…a
man as desirable as Collins. Even in just pajamas, he was hot. And he smelled
so good - masculine, warm and clean at the same time.

With
a hint of cinnamon vanilla. I inhaled the delicious scent of him, and said,
“Hmm, you smell so good, I can eat you!”

Collins
stopped typing, and glanced over at me, his lips turning up into a wry smile.
“That must be the cinnamon rolls Barbara is baking for breakfast.”

“She’s
here already?” I asked.

“Yes,
you should meet her. She’ll be coming in everyday except weekends to cook and
clean up.”

“Cook?
Collins, I can do that for myself,” I said.

“Since
you’ve moved in, you haven’t,” he said. “There’s nothing in the cabinets except
peanut butter and jelly, some bread, a box of dry ramen noodles, and a can of
tuna. Vincent and I helped stock up your kitchen the first night you moved in,
but after that, you haven’t had anything in the refrigerator.

“Collins…”

“No
Collins me,” he said. “You need to start caring for yourself, especially
remembering to eat. I notice you skip meals once in a while or hardly eat at
all. I’m worried about that, Sam.”

“Well,
you don’t have to,” I said. “I’m fine.”

“You
don’t even have to think about it, Barbara will do the shopping for you and
plan the meals. Don’t worry, she’ll work with you in getting what you want.”

            “Sounds
great,” I said.

            Collins
grinned. “Think of it this way, Babycakes, it’ll give me more of your time…and
judging from how insatiable you and I are with each other, whatever extra time
we can get, just to be together, is worth it.”

            I
sat up and crawled over close to Collins and kissed him. “I love spending time
with you, Collins.”

            “So
you’re not upset I hired someone to cook for you?”

            “Are
you kidding me?” I asked. “I’m grateful I have such a sweet and thoughtful man
as my boyfriend.”

            With
that, Collins pulled me over so I was sitting on his lap facing him while he
kissed me. After pulling away, Collins said, “As much as I’d like to continue
all day kissing you, it’s time to get ready. Court hearing today remember?”

            “Yes,”
I got up, went to the bathroom and got ready, emerging out of my closet in a
dark blue sheath dress with matching blazer. I knew it was a bit formal for me,
but according to Vincent, who once worked in court, that’s how you dress in
court.

*****

We
arrived at the Courthouse and met with my mother, who was dressed in a suit.
She was dressed appropriately as usual. Despite having a drinking problem, which
she claimed she no longer had, she always knew how to dress.

“Thanks
for being here,” Mom said, approaching Collins and I.

“My
lawyer is flying in,” Collins said. “He should be here this morning.” Collins
looked nervously around, and said, “Any minute now.”

“They
moved courtrooms,” Mom said, looking at the schedule. “Everyone’s going to be
almost late, but let’s get going.”

Collins
took a look at the schedule, and for some reason, his face froze for a second.
He shook his head, reached into his grey suit pocket, and brought out his
phone. “I’ll let Howard, my attorney know about the room change,” he said, and
walked off to the side.

“How
are you feeling, Mom?” I asked, walking close to her, while Collins is walking
behind us, talking on the phone.

“Oh,
worried, that’s all,” Mom said. “I know your father would be a good parent to
Nydia. He loves her and would take good care of her, but I’m her mother, and…”

I
reached over to hug Mom. I know what she meant, despite Mom’s problems with
alcohol. Despite that, she was always there for Nydia and me. “Mom, we can’t
worry about the past, just the present and the future. We have to be positive
about this. Maybe the judge, if she’s nice and have a heart, would grant joint
custody instead of sole custody.”