Chapter Seventeen

Note: I know it's been forever since I updated this, a muse is a fickle thing, in all honestly I got lost on how to move the story from this point to where I wanted it to go :) Looks like sometime apart worked, so if you care to re-indulge in one of the characters I do adore. Please do :)




Colby twisted her beads around her fingers, “trust me Jon, you don’t love me. You love the idea of me.” Guys always did. They thought once they had her, they’d love this life with her. The nature of reality and experience told her that they got bored when she didn’t change and didn’t settle down the way they expected that she would.

He looked away from her, and she rolled her lip over her teeth. Damn, he had to go and get all sentimental on her didn’t he? She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. “Jon, I’m flattered but you know this wouldn’t work long term right?” She chuckled and buried her nose into the wool of his jacket. “I’d drive you crazy after awhile, you know that.”

He took another puff and blew the plume of smoke out. “You drive me crazy now Colby, fucking crazy I just want to-“ He stopped and took another swift pull of his cigarette.

She sighed as they both stood there, ok. Maybe deep down she liked Jon more than she cared to admit. She loved having him around, and she loved driving him crazy. He was too easy, but love? Colby wasn’t really sure if she was built for love, or if she could handle it.

“I had an incredibly naked woman in there Colby, perfect A grade tits and legs up to her waist, and I could think about was you.”

She jabbed him in the side, “I have good tits and good legs too you know.” She felt relief when he at least chuckled.

“Yes, yes you do. You do more than that, you make me laugh.”

She smiled and turned him around, as people passed them by on the street. “Well that’s a good thing right?”

He held her arms and met her eyes, “You make me laugh, you drive me crazy, you make me want to shake you sometimes. You also make me want to take you home and drive into you until you scream, Colby.”

Her lips kicked up, “well I’m not saying no to that, am I?”

He pressed his forehead against hers, “don’t you see. The more I try to not think about you, the more I do.”

Her heart quickened and she watched his eyes fall flat. She pressed her finger to his lips. “Jon, I don’t do love. I just don’t.”

“Don’t or won’t.”

The silence deafened her ears, god, why couldn’t she just break this and walk away from him? Like all the rest, cut him loose. Her fingers curled around his arms as he held her. The heat crept up her neck, making it impossible for her to think straight. “I don’t, Jon.”

“Ok, look. I’ve had too much to drink and my heads pounding, so maybe I should call it a night. I’ve had too many games from Dot and I’m not in the mood for anymore, even yours.”

Her heart dropped, and that was unexpected. “Ok, I’m sorry she’s been putting pressure on you Jon, maybe you should go.”

He pulled back and nodded, “I think its best.” He captured her lips with his in a slow, long kiss. She wondered, the sort of kiss when you say goodbye. She could do this, she could let him go if this is what was best for him. Despite the games and loving manipulating him, she hated to see him sad. His wife had obviously done a great job at that before her, and she didn’t ever want to be responsible for that sad look in his eyes, ever.

He stood back, “Goodnight Colby.” And he turned, leaving her standing there alone on the corner.

She watched him disappear around the corner, and panic rose in her throat. What the hell? She looked back over her shoulder, the direction she should be going home and didn’t move. She didn’t love him, there was no way in the world she could. She dug her hands into her pocket and waited for her body to make the first move home.

She felt sad. Would he call her? Fuck, how did she get to this point, worrying about whether he’d call her. She was used to knowing, that they’d call. The way she left them, not the other way around.

Dammit, she started to run after him and whipped around the corner smashing into a wall of wool and warmth. Two hands grabbed her, startling her to meet his eyes.

“You were coming back?”

He laughed, the sparkle returning to his eyes. “You were coming after me?”

She blushed, “no I was just going to make sure you were—you know ok.” She fingered the lapels of his collar.

“Uh huh, and what were you exactly going to do when you saw I was ok?” He raised his
brow and that smirk curled his lips.

“This,” she tugged him to her, and pressed her lips against his letting his heat take her. She felt right again, safe. She moaned when his tongue found her mouth, and she let him taste her. His hands shot up into her hair, turning her to angle himself deeper. Heat flooded to her toes as she rose higher to meet him, until she finally pulled back. “Wait,” she breathed as he moved his arms around her waist. She kissed his nose and smiled. “This is not a declaration,” she looked back down at his lips and kissed him again. “It’s a don’t go...I’ll miss you, and you know that’s hard for me to admit to you.”

His own smile beamed across his face, “that’s good enough for me.”

She knew she’d taken a step forward, and she’d shown him he did mean something more to her than just a play thing. She wasn’t sure what, but she was going to figure it
out. She wasn’t ready for any declarations of love or things she knew, she just couldn’t say.

“Are you sure? I know you said-“

He silenced her with a kiss, “I love you Colby.”

Her knees buckled, as she knew he was dead serious so she didn’t’ joke. Instead she smiled and kissed him back, “thank you – now you coming home with me or what?” She squealed when he scooped her up in his arms and started walking.

“Jon, what in the name are you doing?”

“Carrying my mistress home, if we’re lucky we might make the papers.” He carried her to a cab stand stand and soon she was unlocking them into her apartment. They giggled and shed clothes all the way up to the bedroom where he took her, over and over again.

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The moonlight shone through her skylight as he padded back from the kitchen with a glass of water, there she slept as beautiful as a princess. Tonight had rankled him. Never had he expected to blurt out to her he loved her, what the hell was he thinking? He climbed back under the sheet and she instinctively moved in closer to him nuzzling into his shoulder.

He replayed the moment he’d turned around to go back after her and she was there. Was he really going to be willing to keep her in his life, knowing she may never feel the same way about him? But then she was there, walking back in his direction. She may not know it, but at least he’d worked out that was Colby’s way of saying she felt something.

He lost his fingers in her silky hair as she slept beside him, he really hadn't expected to get back here so quickly. Dot was a rollercoaster of hell before they finally broke up, yet Colby was so different to her. And so different to him, maybe that’s what he needed.

God, lately he didn’t really know what he needed. One minute he was content with her games, content that she always seemed to twist things around to her way, without him realizing until it was too late. Maybe that was part of the appeal, what if he figured her out? Would she become boring?

“Stop thinking so damn hard, I can hear you from here.” He looked down as she mumbled sleepily against his shoulder.

“Sorry baby,” he stroked her hair and kissed her temple.

“You’re not planning our wedding are you?” She asked, not opening her eyes. God, she was beautiful when she slept.

He laughed, “christ, no...” She would never be the marrying type, he already knew that. And you know what, he was ok with that.

“Good, besides I’ll be wearing red anyway.”

His brow lifted, “red huh?” He twirled a strand of hair around his finger, “And what would I be wearing?”

She lifted her head, propping herself up on her elbow. “Maybe you could be naked.”

Even in the darkness of the room, he saw her blue eyes shimmer, stirring his cock.
She trailed her finger up over the sheet to his belly, drawing lazy circles across his abdomen.

“That’s not fair if I’m naked and you’re not...” he watched her finger as she traced his pecs, and groaned when she skimmed over his nipple which hardened instantly at her touch.

“How long can you stand it?” She asked with a teasing smile, as she flicked the other one gently.

His cock strained against the sheet, “you don’t want to start that game with me, little girl.” The tip of her finger slipped over his chin and she skimmed along his bottom lip. She squealed with delight when he nipped and caught her finger, pushing himself over to roll her on her back. He laced his fingers with hers, and slid easily into her.

“That’s how long I can stand it,” he growled as he flooded her mouth. She tasted like sex and sin, and he couldn’t remember a time when he needed it more. He pushed the thoughts of what happened next, how to sustain any form of a relationship with a girl that lived in London as he swelled inside of her.

“Jon,” she hiccupped and threw her head back, exposing the sexy long line of her neck for his taking. Teeth scraped, and lips drank as he drove into her blind, wrapping his fingers tighter, rolling his hips deeper.

“Colby,” it still amazed him how much she tightened for him, taking it all. He broke the links and lifted her up, cupping her luscious ass. Her hair sprinkled around her shoulders, and her lips parted in surprise as he took the angle further, deeper.

Her breasts bounced as he kept the rhythm going her arms hooked up around his neck and she leaned back and let go, losing herself in the moment. Fuck him if it wasn’t enough to let himself go, drinking in the full length of her delicious body. He dipped down, tasting her breasts as she hitched and screamed her way through an orgasm. He held on, god knows how as he sucked and nipped her into the next one.
Finally, he spilled deep slamming them both down on the mattress. Breath and words were both optional as the moonlight crept back in, after the stars had finished bursting before his eyes.

“Is that a prelude to the amazing wedding sex I get if I come naked?”

She giggled into the pillow as he wrapped himself around her from behind and took in her scent, things had shifted, the tide had moved. He wasn’t sure exactly what, but maybe that was part of the allure of Colby, you just never knew what you were going to get.

As long as it was her, he could take it. For now.

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