From Now Until Infinity

by Layne Harper

  “I thought that when you finally said yes to one of my thousands of marriage proposals that I would officially ask you on the star in the Dallas stadium. However, I now know how selfish that would have been. Football is my dream, not yours. When you asked me to marry you this morning, I knew that we had to make the engagement official here. For you and me, Texas A&M is where we began. It’s where you pursued your dream of becoming a doctor, and I launched my quarterback career. It’s only right that this is where we make our dream together come true.”

  Then with tears glistening in his beautiful green eyes, Colin drops to one knee in front of me and pulls out a ring box. He takes my hand and says, “Doctor Caroline Jane Collins, will you give me the greatest gift in the world and agree to be my wife, the mother of our children, and most importantly, my forever partner? I promise that I’ll love you until infinity, support you in your career, and try very hard not to manipulate you into doing what I want.”

  I laugh through my tears at the last part and reply, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

  We hug each other and giggle like the two in love idiots that we are. Then, Colin opens the box a little too dramatically for my taste. It’s empty. I look at him surprised.

  “Well, you see Caroline,” he says as I use my thumb to wipe the tears from his eyes. “You kind of surprised me with the whole let’s get married proposal this morning. I didn’t have time to pick you out the ring that you deserve. So I made a phone call to a jeweler in LA. He’s designing you the perfect ring. I can’t wait for you to see it, but it’ll take about a month.”

  I laugh because the two of us can never seem to get our timing right.

  Colin adds, “In the meantime, you can wear the original engagement ring if you want?”

  I shake my head no and chuckle ruefully. “Oh no, McKinney! That’s your ring that I proposed to you with. You wear it.”

  Colin gets all serious for a second. “Remember. We aren’t going to tell anyone about that. I can’t wear a girl’s ring on my pinky finger.”

  “No. I get it. Maybe you can give me the jeweler’s phone number. I’ll see what he can create for you out of that ring that is manly enough for you to wear. We wouldn’t want it getting out that you got owned by a girl.” I smart talk back.

  Colin throws his head back and laughs a deep belly laugh. Then, referring to a conversation we had the first time that we ran together, he says, “And not just any girl. I got my ass kicked by Caroline Jane Collins who’s fucking perfect.”

  Epilogue

  COCK BLOCKED… I’ve been cock blocked. Allison Katz, her camera crew, lighting people, etc. are setting up in my living room. Kenzie had my furniture changed out to seem homier. Her words, not mine. She also has framed pictures of Charlie and I strategically placed around the house. They’re mostly pictures taken when we were in college. God, we look so fuckin’ young. I’ve removed a couple of the pictures where I can tell that Charlie was getting sick. I don’t need reminders of that part of our lives.

  Charlie hates my house. She hasn’t said it in so many words yet, but I can tell. I can read her like a book. I told her that it’s just four fucking walls and a roof. If she wants something different she just needs to say the word. Hell! I’d sleep in a fucking tent if it means that I get to wake up next to her beautiful ass every morning.

  We spent yesterday reviewing the interview questions. Thankfully, they’re fluff questions at best. I talk to the media for a living. Today is nothing new except I’m not a sweaty gross motherfucker being asked questions about every decision that I made on the field. But, I’m also finally answering some of the media’s most pressing questions about me like what happened to my first marriage. Kenzie and I’ve worked on my answers. I’m prepared.

  Part of me would like nothing more than to reply, “Umm… Have you met Caroline? Once you’ve had the perfect woman, nothing else will do.” But, Charlie would kick my sorry ass all over the house if I answered a question like that.

  No. Today, I’m talking about my girl while she sits next to me – right where she belongs. The world will finally get to meet the only person that owns me.

  She’s apologized about a million-fucking-times that we’re doing this interview. I rolled my eyes. Look! I would rather not have three camera men, a sound guy, two lighting experts, Allison Katz , some producer, a makeup girl and Kenzie in my home on a random Monday. But, I inadvertently got us into this mess. It’s the least that I can do to try and change the world’s opinion of us.

  Charlie’s spent all morning in the bathroom getting ready. I tried playing the angle of stress relief sex, but she shot me down cold. She said in her snotty voice, “No Colin, I don’t want to smell like fuck musk when I’m about to be on national television.”

  God, her mouth kills me. I pointed out that it’s not like anyone could smell her sitting in their living rooms. That’s when I got kicked out of the bathroom and sent to my office until Kenzie says that Allison is ready for us.

  I wonder what in the hell is taking Charlie so long. She’s fucking gorgeous. It’s not like she needs to put war paint on to cover her face.

  We decided not to announce our engagement during the interview. This kind of pisses me off, but Charlie insisted that we need to let things blow over before we rub our engagement in Sasha’s face. Unfortunately, Kenzie agreed with her.

  Whatever. As long as Charlie remembers that we’re getting married soon, why the fuck should I care about the world knowing? I’ll add it to my list of shit that I don’t care about. I remind her frequently that she’s about to be Mrs. Colin McKinney. I’m wondering how long it’s going to take before she informs that she isn’t going to change her last name or some other bullshit like that that’s just going to irritate me. To give her credit, she’s been playing along nicely with my new name game. Who knows? She might surprise me. That seems to be her specialty.

  Kenzie walks into my office and says that they’re ready for me. She’s a beautiful girl and can fuck like a beast, but she’s got nothing on my Charlie. Charlie’s got it all. She’s the complete package.

  God, I love being male. My idea of getting ready for this interview was throwing on clean jeans and tucking in a shirt. Although, thinking about Charlie has made my dick hard so I wait for Kenzie to turn her back before I adjust it. Sitting on TV with a boner is probably frowned upon.

  They already have Charlie positioned on the couch that Kenzie insisted that I needed. She looks fucking magnificent. Her wavy caramel colored hair, lavender eyes, and cherry red mouth are doing nothing to help my hard on go away. Maybe I can talk her into a pity fuck real quick so I concentrate on this damn interview.

  Charlie flashes her beautiful white teeth at me and says, “You look handsome, baby. You even put on a belt.”

  “Yeah… yeah… yeah… smart ass,” I reply. “My jeans are clean too.”

  She playfully hits me in the arm, and I pull her to me. I can’t stop touching her. Just being near her makes me happy.

  Charlie screeches, “Colin, stop it. You’re going to mess up my hair.”

  I think, “I would like nothing more right now than to mess up your hair.” Dammit! That does not help my dick that’s already hard as a fucking rock, relax.

  Oh shit! I just noticed what she’s wearing. Fuck me. My girl’s in a lavender wrap dress and silver heels. I catch myself before I let out an audible groan. Images of her in a dress similar to that in college makes my dick jump. Down boy! She’ll murder us if she sees you moving.

  The makeup person starts putting powder on me while someone puts a mic pack behind me.

  Charlie giggles that fucking precious girly laugh. “You look cute with makeup on, honey.”

  I smile at her with the half smile that I know makes her wet, and reply, “Anything for you my beautiful girl.”

  She smiles back at me and rests her hand on my thigh. Seriously, clear the room. It’s been about twelve hours since I’ve been inside of my girl and that’s too fuckin’ long
.

  She must notice my discomfort because she whispers in my ear, “In a couple of hours, I’ll make you scream my name.”

  Allison clears her throat and reminds us, “Caroline, Colin you’re mic’d.”

  Charlie blushes one hundred shades of red and replies, “I’m so sorry.”

  I kiss her cheek and say very loudly, “Let’s get the show on the road. We obviously have plans this evening.”

  My girl squirms and hides her face in my shoulder. It’s so fucking cute that I can’t stand it.

  I mentally repeat in my head. Call her Caroline. Call her Caroline. She’s threatened to cut me off if I call her Charlie in the interview, and that will not do.

  Finally, the interview begins. Allison asks us the easy questions. How we met and background shit like that. Charlie’s animated when she’s talking. The world is going to love her as much as I do.

  Allison asks Charlie if she has seen my underwear modeling work. She blushes a beautiful shade of pink and says that she might have peaked at a picture or two.

  We take a ten minute break. Charlie stands up, and I watch her walk into our bedroom. Here’s my chance. Maybe I can score a quickie.

  I follow in behind her and shut our bedroom door. “You okay, beautiful?” I ask.

  She’s sitting on the couch in our sitting room. Charlie looks at me with those lavender eyes, sitting there in her lavender dress. I need her… NOW.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I just hate telling the world about us. ‘It’s none of your business’ keeps screaming in my head,” she explains.

  I sit down next to her and pull her to me. She smells like heaven, mixed with flowers, and angel tears. God, she’s so fucking perfect.

  “You’re doing great, baby. You’re so fuckin’ charming that you’re makin’ me look bad.”

  She laughs and hits my arm. I decide to make my move. I start kissing the spot on her neck that makes her squirm. Charlie tries to push me away, but it’s a halfhearted attempt. I’ve got her. She’s mine.

  I slide my hand up her thigh and feel her lace panties. Fuck me! They’re sopping wet. Oh yeah! She’s definitely mine. There’s no stopping me even if she wanted to. I begin kissing her mouth and sampling all that is Charlie. She tastes better than she smells. A fine delicacy that makes me painfully hard as my dick scratches against the inside of my jeans.

  I take a second to turn off the mics before I move her panties to the side and slide two fingers inside of her. She moans into my mouth. My fingers will not do. I need to be inside of her. Now.

  “Make it quick, baby, and do not touch my hair,” she warns through the cutest little moans that I’ve ever heard.

  I make my jeans go away so quickly that you would think that I was fuckin’ Houdini. My girl is going to let me have her. I’m not waiting around for her to change her mind.

  I rip her little lace thong panties with my thumb. Fuck’em. They were keeping me from her anyways. I pull her on top of me, and I slide inside of her. My eyes roll back in my head. Heaven. If this isn’t what heaven feels like then I don’t want to go.

  “Colin, baby, you’re wrinkling my dress.” She complains but not too much.

  “Fuck your dress. Ride me. I need to feel you come on me.” I tell her. How can she be thinking of her fucking dress at this moment?

  I reach in between us and flick her clit. That must have been what she needed to forget the dress because she starts dancing on my dick. Perfect. Perfection. Everything that I’ve ever wanted and more.

  “That’s it, baby. Make sure you come.” I command her.

  “What about you?” She asks. Always so concerned about me.

  “I almost came just by kissing you. I’m good.” I tell her.

  She throws her beautiful head back and rides me with such intense passion that I have to force myself to not come yet and it’s not easy. Finally, I feel her orgasm building on my dick. She’s getting tighter and gripping me with such force that I lose it. I pump into her while I hold her hips. I yell her name as my come explodes out of me.

  Charlie rides my dick while she screams with pleasure.

  Sated. Content. Perfection.

  She looks at me with her gorgeous eyes and starts to laugh. “I think we’ve got an interview to do.”

  “Fuck’em. They can wait. Another round?” I ask knowing that I’m not going to get that lucky.

  “You’re awful, Colin.” She teases me as she walks into the bathroom to clean up.

  “Tell me you aren’t more relaxed?” I challenge her.

  She pokes her head out the bathroom. “That would be admitting that you’re right, and that’ll never happen.”

  God, I love her.

  When we walk back into our living room, Kenzie and Allison give us knowing smiles. Whatever. I was making love to my girl. You’re all just jealous.

  Allison flips our mics back on and says using an authoritative voice, “Okay, Colin, Doctor Collins, sit back down, and we’ll start the second phase of the interview.”

  I nod my head. Whatever. I can talk about my girl as long as Allison Katz wants.

  Charlie takes her place next to me on the new sofa. She has her after orgasm glow. Fucking gorgeous. I did that too her. She loves me, and I make her glow.

  The first questions are more fluff. What was it like seeing her again after eight years, and shit like that. I ramble. I don’t care. They can edit what they don’t want to use, but when it comes to talking about my girl, I can’t seem to shut up.

  I take Charlie’s hand in mine and place our joined hands together on my thigh. I look at how my hand engulfs her beautiful, petite hand. We look like two puzzle pieces joined together to make one perfect picture.

  Allison asks Charlie questions about being a doctor. Once again, fluff, but Charlie beams as she discusses her chosen profession. There’s nothing sexier than listening to my girl talk about being a doctor. She gets off to it, and it’s hot. She handles the questions about her ethics like a champ. I rub the palm of her hand so proud to be sitting next to her. She states firmly that her father has the most integrity of any man that she knows, and our relationship shouldn’t affect his practice. When Allison asks about her future medical plans, Charlie keeps her answers vague. I know that my girl’s going to practice medicine again and soon. She’s a damn fine doctor.

  Then, Allison asks some questions about Sasha. It’s very hard for me to not answer, “She doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same oxygen as Charlie.” Instead, I give a very diplomatic answer. I respect Sasha, she’s a fantastic girl, we just weren’t meant to be and shit like that.

  I glance away from Allison and watch Charlie sitting so composed next to me. She’s gorgeous. Absolutely the most beautiful and sexiest woman that I’ve ever seen.

  I get so distracted that I don’t hear Allison’s next question. It’s something else about Sasha’s claims that I cheated on her.

  I look at Allison and reply, “After reading Sasha’s interview, I realized that I was a very poor communicator. I honestly thought that we were friends who went out occasionally. I never realized that she was in love with me. If I led her on, I apologize.”

  It’s the answer that Kenzie told me to give. It’s also the truth. Sasha was a nice girl in a beautiful package. That’s it. I might have wound up marrying her, but we wouldn’t have been happy. The only person who has, or ever had, my heart is Doctor Caroline Jane Collins (soon to be McKinney).

  I glance at my girl again. She has those gorgeous legs crossed at her thin ankles. I start thinking about how fucking good they will feel wrapped around my head in just a couple of hours while she calls out my name. God dammit. I’m getting hard again.

  I try to focus on Allison and will my dick to behave. Allison shifts in her interview chair and says, “Do you know Jenna Sanchez?”

  “Sure. I know her.” I reply. Where is she going with this? I watch as Charlie uncrosses and recosses her legs at the ankle. I squeeze her hand reassuringly.

  I look ov
er at Kenzie. Why isn’t she stopping this line of questioning? We had a fucking deal? Jenna is not on the approved question list.

  “Jenna claims that the two of you have had a long standing affair dating back to high school,” Allison states. “Can you confirm or deny this claim?”

  I glance at Charlie. Her mask is on, and she doesn’t even flinch. That’s my girl. She’s a fucking rock star.

  Next, I look at Kenzie waiting for her to step in, but she doesn’t. I‘m on my fucking own here.

  How do I answer this? The truth? A version of the truth? What the fuck do I do? “Jenna is a friend from high school. I have tried to help her out through the years, but I really wish to leave her out of this interview.” I state. Twelve years of media training just became very handy.

  Charlie gives my hand a little squeeze. I can tell that she’s relieved by my answer.

  I feel sick to my stomach. What the fuck is Jenna thinking? First of all, Jenna signed a fucking non-disclosure agreement about our relationship and I’ve taken care of her quite well. I’m going to sue her. Second of all, why hasn’t Kenzie done her job and stopped the interview. We have approved questions, and I guarantee that one wasn’t on the list.

  I glance at Charlie. Her face remains passive and unchanged. I don’t know how she’s doing it. If the shoe were on the other foot, I would’ve lost my fucking mind by now.

  Allison doesn’t ask a follow up question. Thank God because I’m not sure if I could keep it together. I notice Allison checking her notes, and then she says to me, “It’s been rumored that you had a prescription pill addiction early on in your career.”

  I look at Kenzie waiting for her to stop this shit. I refuse to discuss that portion of my life. There are three people that know about it: Charlie, Aiden, and Mark. I can guran-fucking-tee that two of those three people haven’t discussed it. I’m going to kill Mark when I get my hands on him.