Page 15 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
Since when did I allow a man to control me like this?
I really needed to get a grip on myself.
I’d already done too much damage.
I lost track of time in the shower. It was so comfortable in there. The water was the perfect temperature, and under the steady stream, I was able to zone everything else out. The reality of our shotgun wedding seemed distant now. I was able to wash it all away, and it felt like maybe I’d be able to emerge clean.
I didn’t hear the bathroom door opening or Colin’s footsteps as he approached the glass cubicle.
It was only when he slid the door of the cubicle open that I turned to him with a start, gasping and spluttering water. He just stood there, staring at me, examining my naked body while I tried to cover my breasts and pussy.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded over the roar of the shower.
“Making sure you’re all right. You’ve been in here for close to twenty minutes.”
“I like long showers, okay?” I snapped.
Colin smirked. He was still only in his jeans, but there was a part of me that wanted to see him naked again.
“Is this one of your habits I’ll have to accept and get used to, for the sake of a peaceful married life?” he asked.
I switched off the shower with a jerk.
“You need to stop making jokes about this. We’re not an actual married couple.”
“We have papers that state otherwise,” he said, undoing his jeans.
My heart slammed against my chest.
“What are you doing?” I demanded again as he pushed his jeans down.
His big hard cock greeted me. I nearly lost my breath. The spot between my legs throbbed with desire. This was not how I was supposed to react to him.
“I need to have a shower too and you’ve taken too much time.” With those words, he stepped in.
I pasted myself to the wall. It wasn’t a small shower cubicle, but suddenly it felt very cramped with him in there.
He switched on the shower and ran his hands over his hair.
What was going on? Why didn’t I move? I could have stepped out of the shower at any moment. It wasn’t like he was physically holding me back. But that’s how it felt. Like I was magnetized to the spot.
Colin kept his back to me as he washed and rinsed himself. I saw the muscles moving on his back. His hard and perfect butt.
He looked over his shoulder at me with that same devilish smirk on his face, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“There has to be some perks to being married,” he said, turning to me.
I quivered, standing in the splashing water. I didn’t even have a response for him. I was tongue-tied with desire.
“Even if the marriage was a mistake,” he continued.
He came closer, towering over me while I remained pinned to the slick glass wall. I had to tip my head back to look at him. I hadn’t realized just how tall he was.
Colin hooked a finger under my chin, angling my face the way he wanted to look at me, staring right into my eyes.
I threw myself at him before I could stop. Our mouths met and I sighed with relief. His mouth on mine was exactly what I needed.
I wrapped my legs around him as he held me up. The shower fell like torrential rain all around us while he kissed my neck, my chin and earlobes. I clung to his hard muscular body, but he didn’t let me slip. Not even once. He was so strong.
Then, he swung me around and pinned me to the opposite wall of the cubicle. It was like we were dancing. Except, we were both sucking each other’s mouths.
My breasts were pressed to his chest and I reached for his cock. Big and hard. He was ready for me and I guided him in.
He felt big inside me as he pushed in, inch by inch.
Immediately, I remembered how good it had felt last night. How natural it had felt to have him inside me. Even though I was drunk out of my mind and may not have known what I was really doing—that feeling was real.
We started moving together. His body slammed into me rhythmically and he grunted with every thrust. I loved hearing the sound of his growl in my ear. I liked knowing that he enjoyed this. That he lost control.
He looked like a man who wanted to always be in control.
While pounding me, he grabbed my face. His thumbs pressed into my cheeks hard. I had no choice but to look into his eyes. His cock pushed into me, then pulled out. I was so close to coming already and it looked like he had something to say to me.
