Page 33 of Hers to Tame
Colin: Depends. If you are going to be on the other side, then yes. I don’t think the document courier from the office wants to see that though. Speaking of dicks, my sister and Dad are glaring at me for holding them up.
Maggie: Go enjoy your family. Try not to break a leg. Bye, Colin.
Colin: Bye, beautiful.
It's several days later before I see him again. I’ve spent the evening at Lily’s celebrating Izzy’s upcoming wedding to Grayson. Since Izzy is several months pregnant, we decided to dispense with the usual bachelorette antics in favor of a fun evening of playing games.
I helped Lily and Izzy’s sister, Sophia, decorate her apartment for the party without a single mention of Colin from Lily. I know she’s still a little freaked out about the idea of us together. I had a really great time before heading home around midnight. The rehearsal is tomorrow for the wedding party, so we decided sleep might be a good choice.
Apparently the men had no such hang-up, I discover when I’m woken up by my doorbell sometime in the early morning. Dragging drowsily to the front door, I look out the peephole to find Colin sitting against the post next to the porch steps.
“Colin, what are you doing here? Better question, how did you get here?” I ask, looking for a car in front of my house.
“I don’t know?” he says, looking around like someone will mysteriously appear to answer the question. He’s obviously far beyond just drunk. “Some guy in this teeny car pushed me out on your lawn.” Damn it, Dia. She sent him here in an Uber or a fairy taxi, who knows. “Hey, I can almost see your ass in those shorts,” he slurs out with a grin.
“Get in here before you wake the neighbors.” I finally manage to pull him up, but he slumps against me, pinning me to the other pillar. “No, Colin, you have to go inside. I can’t drag you if you pass out.” Leaning back, his eyebrows knitted, he looks at me then at the door, staggering toward it.
“You can sleep it off on the couch,” I say, walking past him to pull the blanket and pillows off of it after locking the front door. “Colin! Where are your pants? Why do you always take off your pants when you get drunk?” He shrugs before falling on his back on the couch. By the time I find his pants in the hallway, he’s taken off his shirt, throwing it toward the hallway.
With a sigh, I fold his clothes, laying them on the kitchen table. He looks asleep when I come back in so I lean over to pull the blanket up his mostly naked body. I don’t know where he gets his speed from, but before I know what’s hit me, he’s pulled me on top of him again.
Some people are happy drunks, some are mean drunks, Colin is a cuddly drunk. He manages to drag the blanket over us without turning me loose from his death grip. He settles my legs on either side of his waist.
“Mmmm, that’s nice.” He moans as he drags me up his erection. Holy shit! This man was right, it won’t take but a few minutes of this before I come and we both still have clothes on. Well, sort of anyway. He thrusts his hips up on the next grind, sending stars in front of my eyes. I’ve got to get him to stop. I’ll be damned if he is going to send me into an orgasm he won’t even remember in the morning.
“Colin, stop.” He grunts, slowing down. “Colin, please stop, I don’t want a drunk fuck.” That must reach through his stupor, because he immediately freezes. He doesn’t let me go, however. He uses his familiar alligator roll to move me between him and the back of the couch.
Shifting back from me slightly, he gives me just enough room to break our contact, bringing me back down from the high I was heading to. Nuzzling me into his neck, he starts rubbing over my hip, squeezing my ass when he finds it.
“You make my balls hurt.” Um, okay. Do I take that as a compliment? I learned long ago not to take anything said while drunk as personal. The balls statement is certainly a first for me, however.
Oddly, I find myself still in the same position when the sun coming through the windows wakes me the next morning. Every time I tried to sneak off the couch, Colin mumbled as he tightened his hold on me.
This time, I make it out before heading to the shower. When I walk back past the couch toward the kitchen, he is laying on his back with his arm over his face. The blanket only covers the bottom half of him, giving me a lovely morning view of hard abs. I could always drink my coffee watching that show instead of the morning news. Would it be such a crime to learn a little less about world news?
11
Colin
Oh please, someone kill me. Maybe they already have and I’ve wound up in hell. My head is banging like there are hellhounds in it. Prying my eyes open into slits I look around. Where the hell am I?
Sitting up, I try not to barf when the hellhounds decide to bite the inside of my skull. Oh shit! I recognize that fireplace. I must not be in hell then, Maggie would never be here. I notice sounds coming from the kitchen so I slowly stand up to find the noise. Why am I not wearing any clothes?
I make a decision, if the devil’s banging around in the kitchen, I’m just going to go with him. It can’t be worse than this. I walk into the kitchen to find Maggie flipping pancakes. Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is worse.
“Hey,” she says when she notices me. “Your clothes are on the table.” she points at them with the spatula. I wrestle my pants on before picking up my shirt. Damn, that thing stinks. Do I smell that bad? Maggie laughs when I sniff my armpits. I wipe them with my shirt tossing it toward the back door. I’ll just have to make it to my parents without one. “Coffee?” she asks, sitting a cup in front of me.
“Thanks,” I rasp out, sounding like I smoke ten packs a day. “How did I get here?”
“From what you told me last night, I’d guess either a clown car or fairies.” I look at her like she’s lost her mind. “Looking at the state of you this morning, I think either is viable.” She sets a plate of pancakes in front of me. Carrying a plate of bacon and her pancakes back over, she sits in the seat next to me. “What did you drink last night?”
“I don’t know. Everything? We went to dinner then back to Marcus’ house. Grayson poured the first round. I don’t remember anything after the fifth until this morning.” I take a bite of pancake. I didn’t realize I was starving until that moment.
“You don’t remember anything?” Looking up at Maggie, I see red creeping up her face.
“Oh shit, what did I do? I had my pants on when I showed up, right?” She laughs at me.
“Yes, you at least made it in the house in pants. You did tell me I make your balls hurt though.” I set my fork down before throwing my hands above my head.
