Page 83 of The No Try Zone
Myheart. “Colin,” I whisper.
He swirls his hips as we set a slow pace, and when he rises onto his elbow and uses his other hand to lift my knee higher, our eyes meet.
I see everything there. Words he can’t – or won’t – say. The same emotions that are mirrored in my own heart. The same fears and hopes. The same what-ifs.
I lick my lips and his eyes follow them, then meet mine once more. He swallows, and I think he’s going to speak, but then he lowers his head and kisses me. I’m transported back to that night on the dance floor, the memory crystal clear, the way I thought I’d never have a kiss like that again.
He thrusts in hard, and I lose my breath. “Colin,” I murmur. “Colin, Colin, Colin.”
“Fuck.” The word is strangled, tortured even. He squeezes his eyes shut and shudders, goosebumps erupting beneath my palms on his back.
He doesn’t stop. I study his face as I thread my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, taking his weight as he pushes into me over and over. My head hits the headboard as it crashes against the wall, and my heart breaks when he moves his hand to cradle the crown of my head as he keeps fucking me.
His eyes stay shut.
And I don’t tell him to open them, because if I do, I’ll fall even harder than I already am.
Chapter30
Colin
IAM, WITHOUT question, a Grade A asshole.
Certified.
I know it in the pit of my stomach as I watch Sam roll out of the bed without a backward glance.
I can’t be like this.Wecan’t be like this.
Maybe…maybe I can make this work. If I go to Scott and the Board and just explain.
Yeah, and how would that go, exactly?“Funny story. I went to Las Vegas and wound up married. To one of our players’ sisters. Turns out that I’m probably in love with her, too. See? Hilarious.”
That thought – that I might be in love with her – hits me square in the solar plexus. Like every time I think it, the breath leaves me. I struggle to suck in air as my heart pounds beneath my ribs. Is this a panic attack? Am I dying? What is happening?
I sit up, hoping that being upright will make it better. But air refuses to come. I pound my chest, and it seems to unlock something, because I finally inhale again.
Jesus. What iswrongwith me?
You love her, asshole,comes the answer.
Fuck.
Fuck.
This is the worst possible outcome.
Loving Sam is…
She walks back in, and my gaze snaps to her. I stop breathing again.
Sam doesn’t look away, fearless as always. Because why should she? I’m the one with the problem; we’ve certainly established that.
But there’s only so much bravery she’s got in store, I suppose. She blinks, turning to scan the room for her clothes. “I’m going to leave.”
“Stay.” I blurt the word without thought.
A soft laugh comes out. “You don’t want me to.”
