Page 3 of The Retreat

I do them both in quick succession and something hits. The whole casino rocks, and I nearly fall off my stool. “Fuck.”

Colin laughs, dimples showing in his cheeks. He looks a lot better smiling than when he puts on his ‘I’m gonna out gay you’ face. “Is killing your parents off the table?”

“Who’s hiring a hit man? I don’t think I’d enjoy jail.” I wrinkle my nose.

“You’d never be convicted.” Colin orders more shots. “I need to catch up. You look like you’re feeling good.”

My eyes slip closed. “For now.”

“I think I’d enjoy jail. Talk about getting railed whenever you want.”

I open one eye. “Can’t be that good.”

“It is. You have no idea.” Colin almost hums the words.

“I don’t really get what the big deal about sex is,” I admit, not sure why I’m saying so much.

“You should try it.”

“There isn’t really anyone I want to try it again with.”

“I’d let you fuck me.”

I spit out my drink, thankfully missing the bartender. “What? Why?”

“You and Oliver are identical, right? I’ve seen his dick. If you’re hung like him…it would be a pleasure.” Colin looks at me like he was ready to get on his knees in the bar and suck my dick, bystanders be damned.

A spark runs down my spine, curiosity spiking. But why? I’d never liked men. It must be the alcohol…it has to be the alcohol. Or maybe the idea of being watched…

“Well?” Colin asks, licking his lips.

I lift both hands. “No, no, thank you. I don’t think I want to try that again. It was too sticky.”

Colin shrugs, not looking deterred. “If you ever change your mind, just call me.”

“We need to focus.” More like I need to not think about how warm it suddenly got in here. “How are we getting me out of this?”

“So if killing your parents is off that table, maybe we can get to the bottom of why your parents and mine need each other?”

“And then what?” I sigh. “Killing me is still the best option.”

Colin rolls his eyes. “Unless I’m choking you to death with my dick, not going to happen.”

“How long does that take?”

Colin turns towards me, staring. “Interesting.”

“What? Then we both get what we want.”

He narrows his eyes. “I’d much rather be the choke-e than the choker. Way less fun. And I’m not killing you!”

“You’re no fun.” I reach over and steal a cherry, putting it between my lips to pull the stem off.

“You can’t just be doing that!”

“Huh?” I ask.

“Ugh. Why do hot guys have to be all ‘I don’t know how hot I am’.” Colin rolls his eyes, then laughs.

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