From Now Until Infinity (2) (7 page)

I’m not sure how we’ve made it into our suite fully clothed, but we have. “Get the key card out of my back pocket,” he moans in my mouth. I’m all too happy to put my hands in his jean pockets. I grope his firm behind as I work to get the key out.

When I hand it to him, he spins me around and pushes me against the door. He takes the key card out of my hand and inserts it in the lock. His left arm goes around my back to prevent me from falling into the room when he opens the door. I’m so thankful because all I can think about are his lips which are swollen against mine and our tongues that move like we dance – in perfect rhythm.

I’m apparently not moving quickly enough to the bedroom because as soon as the door to the suite shuts, Colin scoops me into his arms without breaking our kiss and carries me into the bedroom gently laying me on the bed.

Colin stops kissing me long enough to grab his phone and find the song from the bar. He puts his phone on the iPhone docking station next to the bed. “I can’t get enough of you. You’re like a fucking drug. Just the smell of you makes me want to be inside of you.”

He’s towering over me looking at me with awe. His words are dirty, and they drive me crazy. “Fuck me.” I beg.

We lose our clothing in record time. He’s helping me. I’m pulling at him.

The room is filled with the haunting beats of the song “Salute to Black” on repeat. It’s out of this world. Euphoric. Colin and I are a tangle of arms, legs, mouths, sweat, and passion. He pauses just long enough to put a condom on before he enters me as the music slows, and he matches the rhythm of the song. It’s such a contradiction to the frenzy of just moments ago that I find it hard not to grab him and move him faster in and out of me. But, I wouldn’t dare. Colin’s lost in the music and me. This is his show. I’m just along for the ride, and what a euphoric ride it is.

As the music speeds up so does his movements in and out of me. He begins to speak his declarations of love. “How did I live without you so long?” Thrust and rotate inside of me. “You’re fucking perfect, Charlie.” Thrust in and out. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His words are as powerful as his stokes. His beautiful jaw is clenched in an almost painful position. His wavy hair is wet with sweat against his forehead. I know that he’s doing everything in his power to not find his release.

“It’s okay, baby,” I reassure him as I push his hair off his forehead. “Come for me.” I grab his behind and pull him inside of me not letting him pull out.

“No,” he says trying to push back against my grip on his behind. “I’m not ready for this to be over.”

He stills inside of me and begins to suck on one of my breasts. The feeling’s so overwhelming that I think I might pass out. I want him to move inside of me, but he won’t. I’m frustrated by the intense and overwhelming sensations that I can’t stop. I can’t take it anymore. I put my finger on my clit and begin to massage it until I find the release that I must have while he uses his tongue to make love to my nipple.

Colin has a stunned look on his face while he watches me ride out my bliss. When he realizes that I’m coming he begins to move inside of me again. His face turns from shock to pleasure as he finally allows himself to come.

He lies down next to me as he gently removes his condom. “What was that Doctor Collins?” He pants slick with sweat.

“Amazing,” I answer.

He rolls up on his side looking at me. “You know what I mean.”

“Sometimes a girl has to take matters into her own hand,” I reply very flippantly. Pun very intended.

He takes the finger that I used to massage my clit and sucks it into his mouth. Then, to my surprise he starts tickling me while I shudder underneath him. He chants the mantra, “I love your smart mouth. I love your smart mouth.”

I hate being tickled and begin to fight my way from underneath him. I run screaming and laughing into the bathroom while he teases, “Where’re ya going?” Colin knows perfectly well that I loathe being tickled because it makes me feel like I’m going to pee myself. It’s not a great feeling.

“Honey, I have to use the restroom and brush my teeth. It’s my thing. I can’t fall asleep with dirty teeth,” I reply laughing. I can still feel the ticklish sensation on my skin even though Colin is in the other room. I shake my behind at him as I disappear into the bathroom.

He laughs, “Ready so soon, baby?”

I sit down on the toilet thinking about him and our incredible chemistry. Not only do we complement each other so well as a couple, but we know how to please each other in the bedroom. We can go from crazy passionate love making to silly kids in seconds. I contemplate what a great future that means for us. When I go to wipe, I see a twinge of blood on the paper.

I close my eyes and silently thank God that I’ve started my period. What a relief! No baby just yet for Mr. McKinney. I can remove pregnancy from my “
what ifs”
list of worries.
The only problem is that I know Brad didn’t pack me tampons. “Well,” I think to myself, “it’s time to see if Colin can handle the unfun aspects of our relationship.”

“Honey,” I call.

“What, baby?” he answers back sounding a little sleepy.

“Can you come in here for a second?”

I hear him walking toward the toilet closet. He looks a bit concerned.

“I started my period, and I need tampons. Can you run to the drugstore and grab me some?” I ask sweetly.

He’s naked and leaning against the door jam of the toilet closet. “Are you kidding? It’s like three o’clock in the morning. Can’t we just call down to the front desk and get some?”

“No. I like a specific brand. I’ll text ya the kind that I want.” I state just as sweetly. “There’s a drugstore on the corner. Please go for me while I wait here.”

“Oh God, Charlie. What if someone sees me buying tampons?” he tries to reason with me.

“They’ll think that you’re the best boyfriend ever. Now, please go,” I reply.

He turns around and huffs out of the bathroom. I hear him putting on his pants, shirt, and shoes.

Once I hear the suite door close, I let out a long breath. I’ve never been so happy to start my period in my life. I’ve spent the last week worrying that I was going to be a mom in nine short months. It’s not that I don’t want kids because I really want to be a mom, but I want to be a mom when Colin and I’ve got a clue what the future holds for us. Plus, I’m not ready to share him with anyone yet. I just want to enjoy him before we have the responsibility of a life.

Colin hasn’t been gone all that long when I hear him return. He comes into the bathroom and hands me a bag filled with three different kinds of tampon absorbencies. “I’m not sure what kind you wanted, and I was not about to go back so I bought you one of each,” he says with a shudder.

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best.” I praise him while I finish up.

Then, I turn on the shower and quickly rinse off before brushing my teeth and heading back to the bedroom. Colin is lying on his side of the bed facing me. He has a sad expression on his face. I crawl up on the bed and snuggle close to him. “Want to talk about it?” I ask.

“Not really,” he responds.

I know that he’s upset that we aren’t pregnant. A flash of indignation surges through me, but I calm myself back down. “Look Colin. I know that you’re ready to be a father, but I’m not ready to be a mom. I want kids, but I want to enjoy some alone time with you before we take that step. Plus, I would kinda like to be married first.”

Then, I try to lighten his mood by singing the “first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage” song.

“Wow! You really can’t sing can you?” He says clearly mocking me.

I tickle his side and he laughs pinning my hands to me.

We fall asleep cuddled sweetly into each other. I know that I’m crazy in love with this man. He’s bliss and happiness all in one perfect package and the “
what ifs”
are happily staying where they belong at the very back of my mind.

Chapter Three

I HAVE no idea what time it is when I open my eyes. The hotel clock is on the other nightstand, and my 6’5” gently snoring man is draped over me pinning me to the bed. I try to scoot out from under him, but my slight movement makes him grab ahold of me, and he pulls me to him even tighter. I snuggle in resolved to enjoy the moment, and I fall back asleep.

The weight shifting off of me brings me from my dreamless sleep. I slowly begin to emerge to wakefulness when I feel Colin slide out of the bed. Just as I’m about to get up, I hear him say hello to someone on the phone.

I know that I shouldn’t spy, but I do anyway. I pretend to still be asleep, and I listen to his conversation.

“Well, I’m glad that that’s been taken care of,” he says.

There’s a long pause and then he adds in a cold voice, “Aiden, I don’t give a shit if she was happy about it or not. As long as the paperwork is signed and I get what I want, then I’m happy. Frankly, my happiness trumps hers.”

I wonder what he’s talking about.
Does this have something to do with Sasha?

“Sorry, to bother you on a Saturday, but I just needed the reassurance,” he says to Aiden a whole lot more relaxed.

Aiden is talking because Colin is quiet. Then, Colin replies, “Thanks a lot man. I owe you one. I’ll text you when I’m back in Houston.”

When I hear Colin say goodbye, I quietly slip into the bathroom and take care of my business and brush my teeth. Thankfully, the birth control pills that I had gotten from my gynecologist are in my purse so I quickly take my first pill and wash it down with water from the sink. I slide them back in my purse. I don’t know what Colin’s attitude is yet about me being on the pill so I vow to not bring it up today. This is our only full day in New Orleans, and I want it to be spent having a blast.

I slip on a pair of jeans and long sleeve blouse and walk into the living room of the suite to find him watching his sports highlights. At least this time, he has enough sense to acknowledge me. He pats the seat next to him, and I join him on the couch.

“You need coffee, baby?”

“Badly,” I reply.

“Should I make you some or buy you some?”

“Ohhhhh!” I squeal as best as I can without my coffee, “let’s go have coffee and beignets.”

He laughs at my excitement. “How can I say no when you make cute noises like that?”

We walk to Café du Monde, and I order a basket of beignets and a cup of their famous coffee. The first sip is almost orgasmic it tastes so good. I must moan in pleasure because Colin says, “I thought I was the only one that could make you moan like that.”

I laugh out loud and flush bright red.

“Don’t be shy, Charlie!” he chuckles. “Let me hear you.”

Of course, Colin doesn’t eat a beignet. Instead of screaming at him to shove the powder donut in his mouth, I savor my basket and make a note that I’m going to need to run like an extra ten miles to get these off of my hips.

I take one of the powdered sugar donuts and wipe it across my lips as if I’m putting on lipstick. “Baby, do I have something on my mouth?” Totally setting Colin up for a sophomoric sex joke.

Without missing a beat, he replies, “Just a little bit of white, creamy goodness.”

I laugh and grab a napkin to clean my mouth as one of his “biggest fans” approaches us to talk football. For such a touristy restaurant, he only winds up signing a couple of autographs and taking one picture. I didn’t even bat an eyelash. I can take this level of interruption.

We stop at some boring restaurant on the way back to the hotel for Colin to grab an egg white omelet. I’ve had my three cups of amazing coffee so I sit there and watch him eat.

“What do you do when you travel? You’ve got to have the strictest diet ever,” I complain.

“I just don’t eat grains. It’s really not that strict. It’s actually pretty easy. Plus, I feel so much better that it’s worth it. You know. I’ve got to keep my stamina up to please my girl,” he says winking at me.

It’s funny because I don’t remember Colin having a problem eating grains when we were together before or keeping his stamina up, but whatever. If he wants a boring diet, he can have one.

After he’s finished eating, he looks at me and his voice fills with trepidation. “I’ve got one more surprise for you.”

He’s all of sudden nervous which makes me anxious. “I don’t think that I can take many more surprises. Just tell me what it is,” I reply.

“Well, it’s kind of the reason that I brought you to New Orleans,” he confesses. His body language is radiating unease. I’m not used to seeing Cocky Colin this obviously nervous.

I motion for him to continue. “I want to show you something. Will you come with me?”

“As long as you aren’t springing a love child on me or taking me into a crack den, I’ll go with you.” I reply sounding a whole lot more confident than I feel.

Colin and I walk back to the hotel hand in hand to grab a town car. The closer we get to the hotel the more nervous he becomes. This is a guy that I knew very well at one point in my life. I’ve seen him play in the most important football game of his college career. I’ve seen the behind the scenes Colin before draft day. Me and only a privileged few have seen Colin’s mask slip and realize that he isn’t made of stone. Right now, I’m reminded that Colin’s just a guy like everyone else.

I can’t take it any longer. “Baby, whatever it is, it’s okay. Remember, I’m yours until infinity.”

He squeezes my hand and looks at me with those green eyes that capture me. “I’m not good at talking about this part of me.”

I don’t push him. Whatever it is, I’ll know soon enough.

I slide into the town car first. Colin follows behind me. To my surprise, Colin announces our destination as the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. It’s where the New Orleans Saints play football. It also houses concerts and other events. I can’t imagine why Colin would be so anxious about taking me to a stadium.

We’re dropped off at the curb that Colin had instructed. He asks the driver to wait for us and not leave under any circumstances. I’m a bit befuddled, but I continue to trust that he knows what he’s doing.