Chapter 74
Lydia
Colby closes the door behind us. We’re both giggling. Or maybe that’s just me, giggling enough for both of us, thanks to the many glasses of champagne I’ve had at this fabulous going-away party that unexpectedly turned into my engagement party.
I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my giggles. “How have we never done this before?” I whisper, looking around Colby’s childhood bedroom, which nowadays apparently serves as Mr. Morgan’s quasi-office. But even though the room is no longer in the exact form it was in back in the day, it’s definitely got enough memorabilia of Colby’s high school days to set the stage. The bed in here is a full-size, rather than the king Colby insists on these days. His high school football and cross-country trophies line a top shelf, along with several adorable class photos and yearbooks. All in all, it’s not hard for me to imagine we’re both sixteen-year-old versions of ourselves sneaking in here to have a little fun while Colby’s parents sleep soundly down the hall.
“You never had sex with anyone in this room?” I ask.
“I never did. I fooled around a couple times in here, but I never did get the pootie.”
“I’m shocked.”
“There was always someone in this house at all times, growing up. Impossible to sneak someone in without getting interrupted. Trust me, I wacked off in this room a ton. It’s always been my biggest fantasy—fucking someone in this bed. You have no idea.”
I laugh. “Well, it’s your lucky day, sweetheart. Lock the door.”
Colby checks the doorknob. “Fuck, there’s no lock. There used to be a lock!”
“Crap.”
“Help me push that dresser in front of the door, baby. Where there’s a boner, there’s a way.”
I giggle. “Oh, man, that’s funny.”
Colby shoots me a snarky look. “Hey, Giggler. Help me push the dresser.”
“Sorry.” I try to help Colby move the dresser, as requested, but I can’t stop giggling long enough to be of any use.
“Shh, baby,” he whispers. “You’re gonna get us caught. We don’t have much time before they miss us.”
But I can’t stop laughing.
“Okay, move out of my way. For cryin’ out loud, if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.”
I move out of the way and Colby the Firefighter has the dresser moved in front of the door in ten seconds flat.
“Not sure why you thought you needed me,” I mutter.
“Ssh. Clothes off. Now.”
We both begin ripping our clothes off like they’re on fire, and when we’re both naked, and I behold his beautiful, naked body before me, I immediately stop giggling. Holy hot damn. He’s absolutely stunning to look at these days, especially like this—when he’s hard as a rock.
He pulls me toward the bed and I happily let him lead me. Hell yes, I do. Because he’s the sexiest man alive and he loves me and my kids and he’s noble and true and kind and funny and I love his family and his dog and he’s promised to take care of me and love me forever and ever and ever. And did I mention he gave me a big-ass diamond?
Colby sits on the bed and leads me to straddle him and I slide myself down onto his hard-on. I’m wet, wet, wet, and so is his tip, which means the sensation of him burrowing inside me feels like a knife cutting through warm butter.
I throw my arms around his neck and my press my forehead against his and say, “Fuck me, Teenage Colby. Fuck me exactly the way you’ve always fantasized you’d fuck a girl in this room.”
“Not ‘a girl,’” he whispers. “You. I fantasized about fucking you in this room.”
“Me?”
“You. Except you were Beyoncé.” He grips my ass as I begin moving my pelvis ferociously on top of him.
“You have a type,” I grit out as my pleasure ramps up.
“Yeah. You. You’re my type. Oh, fuck, this feels good.”
“Yeah, me and Beyoncé. Because we’re basically the same thing.”
“Not you and Beyoncé. Just you. Beyoncé was just a placeholder for you.”
I grab Colby’s face and kiss him and ride him ruthlessly and soon we’re both in a frenzy of excitement.
“Oh, God,” he says. “This is so hot for me, Lydia. You have no idea how many times I wacked off in this room and wished I could be doing this very thing on this bed.”
I quicken the pace of my movement, sliding my clit against his shaft with each furious snap of my pelvis—and, soon, we’re both growling with pleasure. I press my forehead against Colby’s, fucking him relentlessly, run my fingertips over the sexy burn scars trailing down the left side of his torso, and, all of a sudden, I’m jolted with a current of electricity that takes my breath away.
Colby grabs my face passionately and I grab his and we kiss desperately, like the fusion of our lips is giving us both eternal life.
I’m on the verge of losing myself completely and I know it. “Mayday,” I squeak out. “Mayday.”
It’s our code.
My last line of defense before the shrieking starts.
Without hesitation, Colby hands me a pillow and I shove my face into it, just as a rippling, clenching, magical rainbow of a unicorn of an orgasm rips through me and makes me scream at the top of my lungs.
As I come, Colby does the same, groaning into my ear with his release.
For a moment, we lie tangled up in each other, catching our breath. Finally, I lift my head off his shoulder and look at my ring. “I’m engaged, sucka.”
Colby laughs. “You’re funny when you’re drunk.”
“I’m horny when I’m drunk. And in love. And happy.” I nuzzle my nose into his. “Oh, and I’m Beyoncé, too. Because, apparently, all black girls are Beyoncé to white boys.”
“Dude, all black girls aren’t Beyoncé to me. You objectively look like Beyoncé. People must tell you that all the time.”
I bite my lip. He’s right. They do.
“Admit it,” Colby says.
I giggle. “Okay, yes. I get that all the time.”
“I knew it!” He kisses my shoulder. “You’re much prettier than her, by the way. Beyoncé wishes she looked like you.”
“Yep. No doubt about it. Who runs the world? Lydia Decker.”
Colby nuzzles his nose into mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
We kiss tenderly for a long moment, until Colby pulls away and grins.
“Guess what?” he says. “Theo said yes. He wants to be my son.”
I touch the cleft in Colby’s chin. “Izzy said the same thing. She actually cut me off mid-sentence to say yes.”
Colby wraps his arms around me and holds me tight for a very long moment. “Now that I put a ring on it, will you please get your IUD taken out?”
“Psst. Come here and I’ll tell you a little secret, hot stuff.” I press my lips against Colby’s ear, a huge smile on my lips. “I already did.”