Chapt. 35

CLAIRE
I woke in a dark room, my head resting on a hard chest and my fingers were absently toying with the light scattering of hair there. I lay still, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness and awareness came slipping in slowly. I had obviously slept naked, that was my first realization, that and the fact that the chest I was resting my head on came with a body that was equally as naked as mine. And that was when it all came flooding in on me. I had spent the night in Colby's room, in his bed, beneath him and on top of him and heaven only knew how many other ways. A dull ache throbbed throughout my body, and I was surprised that even in the ache it felt good. My legs, my core was tingling with the ache and every last bit of last night was there in my mind, and all I could really think was that he had been really good.

Mentally I shook my head, good or not, I still had the urge to slip from his bed and run back to my own. I tried to glance around to see if my clothes could be spotted but to no avail, so I stayed where I was, my legs tangled with his, his arm around me, his hand full of my hair.

"Are you thinking about running? Slipping out and acting like last night didn't happen and that you don't feel the memories of it all over your body?"

His voice was rough, gravelly, like tires on an old dirt road. It was full of sleep and sex. I hadn't realized that he was awake before he spoke. "I could lie and tell you no."

'Yes, you could, but here's the thing, if you wanted to go I wouldn't try to stop you. I'm not that guy." His lips brushed my forehead as he spoke. "But I won't lie. I'd really prefer that you stay."

I tilted my head up, so that I could see his face. Before I could speak his lips had found mine, caressing at first then more firm and needy. He had propped on his elbow, so that he was angled over me, keeping his other hand tangled in my hair. Then he was ripping his lips from mine, moving them to my neck, nibbling and licking, kissing the soft skin at the hollow of my throat bringing moans of sweet pleasure from me. My body was responding to him already, so easily and quickly. I could already tell that I was getting wet, throbbing in my sensitive areas, remembering how he felt there. His mouth, his fingers, and finally him.

"Those sexy sweet moans don't sound like a woman who wants to run at all," he whispered against my skin, closing his lips over my nipples.

I arched up into him and felt his hardness against my stomach. The memory of him, buried deep inside of me, and the memory took me from a wetness that was beginning to a full on wetness, that I could feel against my skin as I ground my hips against him. "Mmm, no, no I uh, I think I can stay awhile longer." The words came out broken, on ragged breaths as his teeth nipped at my nipples.

"Good," he said in a growl, moving his mouth lower, to my stomach.

His tongue flicked across my belly button, his tongue flicking over my skin, driving me mad. I arched up again, encouraging him lower with my hands in his hair. Never had I wanted someone's mouth on me so damn bad.

My hands tangled in his hair, I needed him lower. He cut his eyes up to me, barely removing his lips from my skin, grinning "Tell me what you want Claire."

"Your mouth… on me. Please." It was barely a whimper on my lips

"Hmmm, but it is on you doll." He had that husky quality that the romance novels talk about, the smut ones. That voice that could turn you on all by itself. "Tell me where you want me to take my mouth Claire."

"Between my legs, please Colby." It was all one big moan of sheer need as it left my lips.

He let his lips find my inner thigh, he nibbled and teased, the hair of his beard tickling. "Here?"

Why was he torturing me so? "No, God Colby please, please just eat me," I breathed, squirming beneath him.

Then his mouth was right where I wanted it, needed it to be. His tongue ran up and down and back again. I felt him moan against me and it sent chills over my whole body. "Do you have any idea how fucking sweet you taste? So sweet and just so damn hot, wet," he said softly. Then he took my clit between his teeth, letting his tongue flick across firm, fast. I didn't remember anything ever feeling as good in my whole life. Within minutes I was there, coming uncontrollably undone, my insides shattering into a million brilliant little sparkling pieces as I came on his tongue.

"Kiss me, see how sweet you are on my lips," he said, brushing his still wet lips on mine. As he deepened the kiss I could feel him, his hard and throbbing tip pressing again my ready opening. I wrapped my legs around his muscled waist, pressing my heels to his tight, firm ass, urging him inside of me. I felt him push into me and I arched up, meeting him, the desire to take every inch of him more than I could bear. I cried out his name, the sound muffled by his kiss. He gave that low, primal growl that would forever be all that was needed to have me dripping wet, and grabbed my legs He pulled them to his shoulders, bracing a hand on each side of my head, taking himself deeper with ever pounding thrust.

Two hours later, we were laying there in the mess of sheets, our bodies relaxed and aching all at once. I was just drifting into sleep when his cell phone rang out, blaring some horribly hard rock song. I may have jumped and he laughed as he tightened his arm around me. "It's okay doll, just my phone." I expected him to get up and answer it, but he never let me go.

COLBY

"Yeah, what is it Jon," I said roughly.

"Hello to you too. I'm gonna assume that in your wild night of sex and god knows what else that you haven't forgotten we have media before the show today. That, and we need to leave this hotel in fifteen minutes to get to it."

"Fifteen min…" I glanced at my clock on the phone and bit off a curse. "Shit, I guess maybe I lost track of time. I'll be in the lobby before we have to leave out."

I heard Jon chuckle then go silent. "Wait a minute, oh damn bro, is she still there?"

I glanced down at her fiery red curls and grinned. "She sure is."

A low whistle came from his end of the line. "I'm impressed man. You usually don't keep em around long enough to wake up in your bed."

"Hey, Jon, fuck you. I'll be down in a few." I hung up the phone and pulled my arm from beneath her resting head carefully.

"Jon, I assume," she said, her voice raspy as if she was losing it. Talk about an ego boost I thought.

"Yeah, I gotta run. Media and all that shit." I sat up on the edge of the bed, hating that there wasn't time for a shower. I stood, and walked to the chair that held my luggage. I stook there, naked as the day I was born, and rummaged for clothes that would suffice for media. I grabbed out black jeans, an old band tee, and my black sports coat. Vans on my feet and a brush through my tangled hair and in a little over eight minutes I was ready to go.

"Stay as long as you need to, I got to get going." Jon was right, I'd never let a chick stay long enough to wake up in my bed, much less be there as I left for a day of work. I didn't have a damn clue what to do or how to act. Did I kiss her goodbye, wave and go, or extend an offer to do it all again that night? The last option had me turned on yet again so I thought it was a great idea. "So I uh, I guess I'll see you at the arena later? Maybe we can get something to eat after, or just, ya know, hang or something?"

I watched as she sat up and pulled the sheet to her chin. I wished that I could see her creamy skin, but I knew if I did that the chances of me making it to media would be impossible. I'd take the sight of her tousled hair and flushed face right now. She smiled at me and nodded, "I'll see you there. We can figure it out then."

I nodded to her and let myself out, waiting to hear the latch of the automatic lock before I headed down the hallway.

When I exited the stairs into the lobby I saw Jon and Joe waiting on me. "Well, I be damned you made it. I bet Joe here that you'd be late after a night of sex and a half a day of it too."

"How much did you lose?" I smirked. Never bet against me.

"Hundred."

I laughed and I could have sworn Joe was scowling at me. He turned to me and said, "Couldn't make time to shower? Jesus you reek of sweat."

Why it pissed me off so damn bad I didn't know. But it did. "Sweat? Nah man, that's just ya woman, you know, the one you fucked around on? Yeah. Next time, try fucking her, instead of fucking around." I smirked at the shocked look on his face and walked away. Over my shoulder I said, "Don't we have somewhere to be?"

"Well shit, that escalated quickly," Jon said as he fell into step behind me.

CLAIRE

Colby had left for his media work fifteen minutes ago, but I was still sitting naked in his bed. I still couldn't believe that I had spent the entire night and morning having insane, wild, steamy, hot sex with Colby of all people. I smiled, remembering the weight of his body on mine. I stretched, feeling that sweet, slow ache spread through my body, a beautiful physical reminder of the past twelve hours or so.

I rolled to the bedside table and reached for my phone. Matt and Sadie had both text and Nic had called more than once. I would talk to Nic tonight and I would text Matt back in a bit, but I needed to text Sadie now.

"So, he text me as soon as we hung up last night. I had no chance to send the first one. Long story short, I ended up in his room."

"Oh my God! Claire, spill woman! How was it? When did you get back to your room? Are you just waking up? I need to know these things!"

I read her reply, still smiling as I glanced around his room. "Well, I'm actually still in his room."

"Holy. Shit. That good?"

"Probably better if we're being honest here. I do need to get up and get back to my room though." I hit send and got up to start searching for my clothes. I found my shirt nearer to the door, my skirt was peeking out from beneath the bed, and my bra was tossed carelessly across the desk lamp. Ten minutes of searching however and my panties were nowhere to be seen. Giving up the search, I got dressed, noticing that the button on my skirt was missing. I smiled remembering how he couldn't get the damn thing off of me fast enough.

I stood and slipped into my shoes as I opened the drawer of the desk, pulling out the stationary and a pen from inside. "Colby, thank you again for last night. Dinner was amazing and after dinner was even better. I'll see you tonight at the arena. Claire." Leaving the note there on the desk, I turned and left room 605.

"I am perfectly fine Matt. There was no need or reason to call and grab the international call charge." I had barely gotten into my room when my phone had started to ring.

"You weren't answering your texts or emails, Nic had been calling and not getting an answer. He finally text me to see had I heard from you. He said that he had been trying to get you all night and that you weren't in your room."

I let out an exasperated sigh and sat on the edge of my bed. "I went to dinner Matt. Is that a crime?"

"Well, no, it isn't. Of course I somehow doubt that you were having dinner at three am Paris time."

I shook my head. No, that had certainly not been dinner, although at least one party had been eating around that hour. "Am I not allowed to have a social life? Jesus, if you must know, I was with a man, insanely naked and doing things that I would never tell my mother about."

"A soc… wait, you were what?"

I could hear the shocked tone in his voice and I grinned. "You heard me just fine. That's right, sweet little go-by-the-book, no hook-ups Claire hooked up."

"Just tell me it wasn't Joe."

"God no! I mean, not too far off, but no way. This was much better."

He fell silent, and I knew that he was thinking. "Not so far off? I'm lost Claire. What is that supposed to even mean?"

"It means that I hooked up with Colby."

"No fucking way." He let out a cat call like whistle.

"Yes, now I just got back to my room and I need to shower. I have to be at the arena in a few hours and food before that would likely be a good thing." He started to speak again and I cut him off. "We will talk later. I love you, sorry I worried you. Bye Matt." I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. I really did need a shower desperately, and panties. I needed panties and clothes that I hadn't been wearing since yesterday. And yes, grumbling tummy, food was a priority too.