Page 89 of Fighting the Tide
The barbeque is up and going when I finally get back.Avery stands behind it with a set of tongs in her hand.“Did you send her packing?”She snickers as she gives me a look.“She came back here looking pretty upset.”
“No.”I shrug and wrap my towel around my neck.“Where’s the little man?”
“Monica is just finishing up getting him dressed in your room.I hope that’s okay?”She starts turning the hotdogs and flipping the burgers as I walk past her into the cottage.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”I grab the clothes I had left on the couch before we headed to the beach earlier and make my way to the guest room.The door is slightly ajar and from the closed bathroom door, I deduce Colette is changing in there.
I push into the room, looking down at the clothes in my hand as my thoughts overtake my reality.I let myself imagine I turned around in that water to face her, and she would look up at me startled, a gasp opening up her luscious lips as I bend forward—
“Shit!”My head snaps up at the sound and I stumble backward, my ass hitting the door and slamming it shut.Colette is standing in front of me with her arms wrapped around her chest and only her bikini bottoms on.I can’t speak, can’t fucking blink, as my eyes travel over every inch of her skin.I came in here with my defenses down, and this attack has caught me at my weakest point.There’s no moving from this spot, and she only makes it fatal when she drops her arms.Her breasts are full and high, each nipple decorated with a small silver bar, the sight making my mouth water with anticipation.What I wouldn’t give to suck them both into my mouth.One after the other.“Nolan,” she whispers and takes a step forward, her perfect tits bouncing with the motion.
I hold up my hand to stop her, to beg her, but it all backfires when she steps into it, her pierced nipple pressing into my palm.Tremors course down my arm as I fight the lock on my elbow, trying desperately to drop my hand, not tightening my grip around her flesh.She moans as I take the weight in my hand, cupping her… feeling her nipple harden.She wraps her fingers around my wrist to hold my hand in place and takes another step into me, tipping her head back and offering me her mouth.Her tongue snakes out along her bottom lip as her other hand grips the waistband of my shorts, her fingers dangerously close to my hard cock.Her mouth inches closer to mine as our breaths mingle in the shortening space between our lips.
“Where’s Colette?”Elijah’s voice brings me out of the lust-induced haze and I push her back a few steps, her feet stumbling until her legs hit the bed.
“I’ll be out in a minute!”she calls, her voice sounding husky and filled with desire.
“Let’s go grab a hotdog, buddy,” Monica says, loud enough for us to hear through the door.She knows I’m in here too.
Colette turns away from me and rushes to drag a sundress over her head, the bright yellow setting off the tone of her skin perfectly.No bra.I give myself a shake and grip my clothes tighter in my hand as the back door slams shut.Another sign from Monica.Then I’m turning around and running from the room, running for my fucking life, because that’s what it feels like.I slip into the bathroom and lock the door, the mirror across from me revealing the disgust and shame pouring from every feature on my face.
A few moments later, I hear the guest room door open and shut, and just as I’m pulling my shirt down over my head, the front door does the same.With little thought, I rush from the bathroom, leaving my sand-filled shorts on the floor, and chase after her.I yank open the door to find her nearly at the end of the driveway, her dress blowing around her thighs and her hand clutching a beach bag over her shoulder.
“Colette!”I call out as she slowly turns.“Where are you going?”
“Home,” she says as she turns away and begins walking toward the Eastham estate.
“Do you not drive?”I ask as I catch up to her, my hand wrapping around her bicep to halt her steps.
“I hate driving,” she confesses as her eyes fill with tears.I release her arm for fear I’m hurting her when she continues, “I either ride my bike or walk.”Of course, she would hate driving after what happened to her mother.
I reach into my pocket and pull out my keys.“If you won’t come back inside, I’ll just drive you home.”Her brows come together, creating an adorable crinkle between them as she contemplates my offer.
“I was supposed to go home with Avery and Monica…” she trails off as she looks at me again.“It would make no sense to let you drive me when it’s you I’m escaping from.”
“I’ll go inside and get Aves,” I suggest, not wanting to put her in an uncomfortable position.I know what happened between us in that bedroom was all kinds of wrong and my pushing her away as if she was diseased only made it worse.
“No!”She shakes her head and steps toward my vehicle.“She would ask me too many questions.”
“Get in.”I nod to the passenger side door as I slip my phone from my pocket, thankful I didn’t clean them out when I changed earlier.I fire off a text to Avery, telling her I’m taking Colette home because she’s not feeling well, then I get into the Range Rover and start the engine.“I’m sorry about earlier,” I tell her as I pull out of the driveway.
“For which part?”she asks, her face pointed toward the window.
“All of it.None of that should’ve happened,” I reply vehemently.“It’s not right.”
“Did you enjoy touching me?”Her voice is soft, the words spoken so quietly.I’m instantly overwhelmed by our proximity.Her scent clouds around my head in the confined space, and her words continue to echo throughout my ears as I try to concentrate on the road.“Was my skin soft beneath your calloused fingers?How badly did you want to run your tongue along my salty skin?”She turns her head to finally look at me, the movement caught in my peripheral vision.
“Colette…” I drag the last syllable of her name, making it sound like a plea.My knuckles whiten as I grip the wheel, my palms growing slick with the tension.I should’ve known this could happen.No.Ididknow this would happen.I’m sick, so fucking depraved.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I do you,” she continues on as if I didn’t just beg her to stop.“You set me on fire.I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you’ve come back to town and each night I’ve fucked myself and imagined it was you.”She reaches for my hand on the steering wheel and pulls it off, the fight having left my body with her confession.I’ve never wanted anyone this much either, but what if that’s because it’s forbidden?So fucking disturbed?
She trails my hand along her thigh, her fingers curling on top of my own and forcing me to squeeze the soft flesh.Slowly, she drags my palm upward toward the apex of her thighs; her dress moving with our joined hands.“Colette, this is so very wrong.”My voice shakes with suppressed emotion.Anger, disgust, fear, and lust.I turn into her driveway as the tips of my fingers meet her damp bikini bottoms, the heat scorching against my skin.
“But it feels so right,” she says as I find myself parked in Brooke’s driveway, her daughter in the seat next to me, and yet I can’t seem to pull away.This is the situation she created, the seeds she planted all those years ago, and even though I may be sick with myself for my lack of control, I blame her for putting me here to begin with.
I press my fingers deeper against her sensitive flesh as she gasps and arches her hips upward, pushing into me harder.I pull away as the tips of my two fingers tingle with her damp heat, and her frustrated groan sounds around us.“We take the test tomorrow, Colette.Noon.At the hospital,” I remind her as I furiously rub my fingers into my pants, trying desperately to rid them of the sensation.Her eyes are on my hand as I continue to scrub it against my pants, and even though it looks absurd, I can’t seem to stop.I’m afraid the second I pull them away, I’ll be tempted to finish what we started.
Colette undoes her seat belt, her silence speaking volumes, and gets out of the vehicle, her face a mask of indifference.My first instinct is to apologize, to beg her to get back inside so we can talk it out, but the thought of being alone with her is terrifying.She gives me one last look, then closes the door, rushing toward her house.Brooke’s house.
