Page 90 of The Retreat

Owen

The video plays on repeat everywhere. Like I can’t get away from it.

Oliver gives me a look I can’t read, and Colin is acting weird, so I’m not sleeping, just watching this fucking clip of me grabbing Colin over and over and over.

Now that I don’t have the tournament to agonize over, all of the stuff with Colin can take up the full space in my mind, and it is a whirlpool I can’t escape from.

I’m realizing I like Colin, and I shouldn’t like Colin. The more time we spend together, the more I like him. We alternate planning date nights on the weekends I’m home and cooking for each other. I don’t know how to preserve what we have together, and I feel like the pressure is getting to Colin. He couldn’t even stand to look at us on television.

Why the fuck had I kissed him on national television? He’d been okay with all of this, but the media stuff was already bad, and I know this will blow it up more. He’s got to be mad at me. I’m sure that’s why he’s distant.

I can’t let it happen. I have to show him it’s worth staying in this marriage with me. But how?

“I want to blow you,” I say the second we reach altitude.

Oliver took an early flight home, so we have the jet all to ourselves.

Colin lifts his eyes to mine, almost skeptical. “You want my cock in your mouth?”

“I had my dick in your ass. Do you doubt there is any part of you I don’t want?” I stalk forward to stand over him. “Every single part of you belongs to me.”

Colin’s stiffness fades away and the princess I know returns. He drops to his knees in the few inches of space between where I stand and the seat. “What if I want your dick?”

“You’ll have to earn it.” I slip my fingers into his hair.

He rubs his face into my groin. “How do I earn it?”

“I want you laid out on the bed, stretched out so I can do what I want. Then you can have my cock how you want.” I tighten my grip, keeping him from rubbing his face against my dick.

“How long?” Colin asks.

“As long as I want.”

Colin gets to his feet but doesn’t turn. He looks into my eyes.

“Yes?” I ask when he doesn’t speak.

“Why?” Colin asks, and a hint of hesitation is back.

My chest tightens. Is Colin getting sick of me? I know he likes to sleep around, but is that because he is into that or because he wasn’t in a relationship? Am I just a notch in his bedpost, and now that he’s gotten me out of his system, he’s itching to move on?

“Because I want you. Do I need any other reason?”

Colin searches my face. “You want me?”

I nod, holding his gaze steady. “Just you.”

He takes a step backward, and then another. He reaches the door to the bedroom in the back of the plane. His back presses into the door but he doesn’t open it, instead he tucks his thumbs into his jean shorts, inching them down. “Should I strip or leave them for you to take off?”

I drop my gaze down his sculpted body. The light dusting of hair below his bellybutton promising more as it dips into the denim. “Leave them. I like unwrapping the package.”

Colin’s mouth transforms into a smile. “I love when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I take slow steps towards him, stalking my prey.

A shiver runs through him. “Like I’m art.”

“You were crafted for my pleasure.” I put my hand over his on the door handle, pinning him to the solid wood. “Sculpted to perfection.”

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