Page 43 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
I wolfed down some of the food on the table in an attempt to buy more time.
“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t know what to say to you. I’m not very good at finding the right words of consolation.”
She smiled wearily. “You don’t have to console me. I’m all right. I’ve had enough time to go over every detail of my childhood, and my relationship with my parents and their death. I’ve overanalyzed everything about myself.”
“Is this why you reacted with such panic when you discovered we got married?” I asked.
Marley sipped her wine and settled back in the chair.
“Yeah, maybe. I never wanted to put myself through it. What my parents did to themselves.”
“You think all marriages end the way your parents’ did?”
“Yeah, most of them do. I’ve done my research, I’ve seen the statistics. There’s no such thing as a happy blissful marriage.”
She rolled her eyes and looked away from me. I could see the bitterness pouring from every cell of her skin. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d met someone so jaded about marriage.
“I guess you’re right,” I commented.
“You agree with me?” Her eyes were wide.
“I agree that relationships are usually doomed. Marriages are a gamble. I have seen a couple of happy ones but they’re probably just the exceptions to the rule.”
Marley nodded.
“Besides, it’s not like you could ever truly know how happy those people are in their marriages. Everyone puts on a show for the world.”
I stared at her, trying to push out all the other thoughts and memories swirling in my head. Was this really how she felt about marriage? Was it completely off the table for her? Was she going to spend the rest of her life fueled by one-night-stands because she couldn’t put herself through a serious relationship?
Our eyes met and I snapped out of it.
What the fuck did I care how she chose to spend the rest of her life?
“What about you, Colin? Are you ever going to marry someone? For real.”
I poured the remaining wine into my glass and sucked it down quickly.
“No. It’s not for me either,” I replied.
“Then we are the unluckiest idiots in the world for ending up together,” she said with a laugh.
Twenty-Three
Marley
Colin was on top of me.
I was hanging off the edge of his bed with my legs up in the air and wide open where he’d wedged himself. He held my knees tightly, spreading my thighs apart while he thrust himself inside me repeatedly.
With each thrust he made a deep grunt. His face hovered over me, his eyes were narrowed and dark while he took over my body, filling me with his thick hard cock.
I had my arms spread out, my hair was like a halo around my head. I stared at him, looking deep into his eyes while he fucked me hard. Slow at first, and then rough and quick.
When he was close to coming, he rubbed my swollen clit with his thumb. My eyes rolled and my toes curled. He knew exactly how to touch me. How to make sure that I came along with him.
“Come for me baby,” he groaned as he continued stroking my sensitive throbbing clit. His cock dove deep into me. I reached for him, tracing the sharp muscles of his abs and his wide chest. His biceps were pumped, his neck looked thick and strong.
He was the finest specimen of the male species I had ever set my eyes on. I could lick him and lap him up like a melted ice cream.
Very soon, he hit the spot and I felt myself tumbling forward. I came with force, groaning and moaning with pleasure while my hips rolled to the rhythm of his thrusts. He came too, shooting deep inside me and filling me with his cum.
I could feel his sticky smear on the insides of my thighs. He pulled out with a flourish and fell down next to me on the bed. Only just a little out of breath.
Colin could keep going all night.
He reached over and patted my big swelling breasts.
“You have any idea how good of a fuck you are?” he said with a grin.
I should have taken it lightly—we had fun that night. He made me feel great. He bought me presents and took me to a fancy restaurant.
But the only question that popped up in my mind was—was that all I was good for?
I pretended to be exhausted and rolled over and got in under the covers. I sensed him get off the bed and go get a glass of water while I kept my eyes shut. I didn’t want to talk to him anymore for the night. I hoped sleep would come quickly so I could just switch off. So I could spend a few hours without my head being filled with thoughts of him and how comfortable I was getting in my surroundings.
