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I press myself against his naked body and sigh contentedly. “You’re so good at sex. How are you so damned good? Wait. Don’t answer that.”
He chuckles. “The answer isn’t what you think. I mean, yes, I’ve been lucky enough to have plenty of practice. Sex is like anything else. Practice makes perfect. But I had a huge head start as a teen, thanks to Dax’s older brothers giving the younger guys some helpful tips and tricks. Dax’s second-oldest brother, Ryan, has been especially helpful. He’s my Master Yoda on anything relating to sex and women to this day. Any question I might have, I still call him first, and he never fails to give me fantastic advice.”
“Sounds like I owe Ryan Morgan a big thank you for tonight. He taught you well.”
“Yeah, but I’m the one who learned how best to put his tips and tricks into practice over the years. So, it wasn’t all him.”
I snort. “Thank you both.”
He laughs. “I’m just teasing. Like I said before, the pleasure is definitely all mine. Sex with you is so damned fun, Amy—the way you go crazy at my simplest touch turns me on. Something as simple as a kiss with you is like . . . Jesus. I’ve never been with someone who reacts like you do. You are a unicorn. And not because of any welt on your forehead.”
My heart is pounding. “Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m so relieved. I was scared I’d be boring to you, with all the sexual experience you’ve had.”
“Boring? No. It’s quite the opposite. I’ve never had this much fun in my life.”
My heart stops beating. My breathing halts. Is he being literal? Does that mean we just had the best sex of his life, too? That can’t be.
“In bed,” Colin quickly adds. “Well, and out of it, too, of course. You’re fun all the time. Obviously. So much fun. But I just meant that . . .” He trails off, and I can feel his body tightening up.
“Oh, I totally knew what you meant,” I say breezily, even though I have no idea what he meant. I stroke his bare chest gently, luring him back to a relaxed state, and decide to change the topic. “So, tell me about that piercing. It must have hurt like a mofo when you got it.”
Colin takes a deep breath, and I feel his muscles next to me turning supple again on his exhale. “It didn’t hurt all that much. The woman who pierced me said it’s the same level of pain as getting an earlobe pierced.”
“Oh, well, I screamed bloody murder and sobbed my eyes out when I got my ears pierced, so . . .”
Colin chuckles. “How old were you?”
“Ten.”
“Okay, well, I was twenty-five and drunk off my ass. Plus, Ryan already had the same piercing and told me what to expect. He’s the one who’d plied me with tequila and brought me to the place to get it. So, I knew I was in capable hands.”
“So, you wanted to be like Ryan, eh?”
He laughs. “Basically, yeah. As usual. I’ve always idolized that guy. When he initially got his dick pierced, I was maybe . . . fourteen or so? He told the group about it, and I thought he was so damned cool. But then I kind of forgot about it. Until two years ago, when things weren’t going well with my ex, I called Ryan for some advice. Kiera’s birthday was coming up and I told Ryan I wanted to give her a memorable birthday present. That’s when he suggested the piercing. I’d already bought her every other sex toy under the sun, so I figured, ‘Why not?’ Of course, I now realize there was no birthday gift in the world that could have staved off our inevitable break-up. Things weren’t going well because we were a ticking time bomb. But at the time, I gave it the ol’ college try.”
“Why were you and your ex a ticking time bomb?”
“You really want to hear about this, while you’re lying in bed naked with me?”
I pause, so I don’t blurt, Hell yes! I’ve been dying to know what happened between you and that gorgeous dancer since you deleted her from your Instagram account!
I clear my throat. “Yeah, I’m curious. I told you about Perry and me, so . . .”
“True.” Colin pauses. “Basically, I felt like my ex was addicted to drama and excitement. It always felt to me like she was testing me, wanting me to jump through hoops to prove my feelings for her. Picking fights so I’d grovel, even when I didn’t feel like I’d done anything wrong. Giving me ultimatums. On her side of things, she thought I was uncommunicative and boring as shit. At least, when I’m not on tour. The thing I kept trying to explain to her is that my career is so batshit crazy and unpredictable most of the time and requires me to be ‘on’ so much of the time, I don’t want my most intimate relationships to feel like a rollercoaster ride. I want them to be a safe haven, you know? Rock solid. But safe things were boring as shit to her.”
