Page 20 of Collide

I’m rock fucking hard.

I add another finger to her depths, slipping in and out and playing her like my favorite guitar. She’s even better than my six-string with the noises and nuances escaping her.

“Make me come,” she begs, a strain to her plea as if I’d stop touching her or want to give up what she’s doing to me. I’m crazy turned on by the idea of getting her off. I add my thumb to the nub, flicking up and back as my fingers delve inward. Within seconds, she folds. Her knees come together, pinning my wrist between her thighs, and she rides my fingers until she’s wrung out. As she melts into relaxation, I drag my fingers free of her.

Abruptly, she partially rolls, peering at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are wide and satisfied. A slow grin curls her sweet looking lips.

“Should I—”

“That was all for you, little mama,” I interject, smiling like a kid at a candy store pleased with my selection of sweets. Only a tear slips from the corner of her eye.

“I’m going to be a mother,” she whispers as if horrified by what she’s done combined with her future.

“You’ll be perfect,” I assure her, kissing her shoulder once again.

“I’ll fuck everything up.”

I chuckle softly as I say, “Babe, you’ll be beautiful at it.”

“You’re sweet, and I’ve clearly lost my mind asking you to touch me. I took advantage of you again.” Her voice rings incredulous as if I’ve done something against my will. The only willpower I’ve had for days is keeping my hands off her.

“You did not.” My tone registers harsher than I mean. “I wanted to do this.”

“You shouldn’t, though. Shouldn’t want it. Shouldn’t have done it.” If she’s looking to lecture me in her newfound mom voice, I have no doubts she’ll be perfect at motherhood.

“Well, I won’t take it back,” I snap, and just to prove my point, I stick both fingers in my mouth and suck her juices off them. Her eyes widen as another tear spills.

Fuck.

“Don’t cry, gorgeous.” I use my thumb to swipe away another drip rolling toward her hairline.

“I can’t help it.” Her voice cracks, and my heart breaks.

“Shh,” I say, pulling her into me, rolling her to tuck her into my chest. I hold her like I held her before, wishing I never had to let her go.

+ + +

However, I do let her go. I’ve promised the guys a night out, and I need to talk to Tommy. I meet the guys at a bar in another resort where Petty claims the girls are better. Jared seems to have caught the eye of one in particular. Tommy sits in the VIP section sipping something dark, keeping his eyes on both Petty and Jared.

“Hey,” I mutter, falling into the seat next to him.

“Watching Petty make a move is like watching an octopus wrestle a shrimp.” I look up, wondering what he means until I see Petty begin his signature lean. One arm goes up, then his hand brushes her hair out of her face. He’s caged the girl in, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I don’t see why it matters to Tommy. “You know, I remember being young like that.”

I don’t consider Tommy Carrigan old, but I know what he means. However, women come to him, not the other way around, and he’s subtle. I’ve never seen him come on to a woman, but he always disappears with one.

“It’s exciting for a bit. The women. The hookups. And then it just gets old.” He takes a sip of the amber liquid in his glass.

“Speaking of old…” I begin, and Tommy narrows his eyes at me. “I wanted to apologize for last night.”

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” Tommy lifts his glass to his lips.

“Actually, I do worry about these things. So…I’m sorry. I just, I find myself protective of Ivy, and I don’t want her falsely accused of anything.” I’m a little guilty making this statement after being with her this afternoon, but Tommy doesn’t need any details.

Tommy eyes me a moment, staring at me until I’m unnerved by his glare. “We’re good.” He takes another sip of his drink, and silence falls between us a second.

“Why aren’t you married?” I tease.

“Never found the right woman.” He’s direct and honest in his statement, not even hesitating in his answer. “All the wrong women take advantage of you. The one you want is the one who won’t do that.”