So Wrong So Right

by Erica Marselas

  Padding my way to the kitchen, my feet come to a stumbling halt. I rub my eyes in shock at what I see in front of me, wondering if I could still be dreaming. Colin, the man I’ve never seen cook a day in his life, the man who burns toast for Pete’s sake, is standing at the counter with a bowl and whisk in his hand.

  “What are you doing to that poor food?” I accuse. I spot a plate of brunt scrambled eggs beside the stove. “I’m pretty sure it hasn’t done anything to you.”

  He spins around, his tousled hair swooping against his forehead, and he has a splatter of milk on his shirt. I’m not sure if he could look any hotter; he looks like a domesticated husband, with a cocky smirk on his face. It makes me wonder if this could be my future.

  “I’m making you breakfast. Dad and Aubrey are out, so I figured someone should feed you. You went to bed without dinner last night and it’s my job to take care of my girl.”

  My heart flutters with how attentive he has been to me. Some days I feel like I'm living in a Nicholas Sparks book, but with raunchy sex and name calling. It’s just the little things he does, like writing me notes, getting my favorite candy or food, or even damn foot rubs that make me feel special and wanted.

  “But I don’t want food poisoning today.” I grin wickedly at him and his eyes darken.

  Uh-oh, I think I'm in trouble.

  Colin slams down the bowl and marches over to me, grabbing me by my waist. “What have I told you about that smart mouth?” He undoes the sash on my robe. His hands slide down my arms pushing the garment down and it pools around my feet. His tongue darts out of his mouth, as his eyes rake over my body. His gaze makes my already achy core throb more and my nipples harden. He has this way of making me feel sexy, desirable, and turned on without having to say anything.

  “Instead of making smart comments it could make better use servicing you…”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” He claps my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees. I pop the button of his pants and unzip his zipper. He’s commando, and his erection springs out like a jack-in-the-box, awaiting my hungry mouth. “And don’t think I don’t know that you're parading around in barely anything to get my attention.”

  “Maybe,” I smirk, “it’s not like you’re complaining about it.” I fist his cock, and rub my thumb along the head, rubbing his slick pre-cum around. I can’t resist and lick it off, humming my delight.

  He always tastes amazing.

  My mouth opens, ready to devour him, when he grips my hair, pulling me back. “Pull those straps down, baby, I want to see those succulent tits of yours as you suck me.”

  Taking my free hand, I push the straps down, my shirt falling around my waist. He’s staring at me intently, his blue eyes so dark they’re practically black. I pinch and roll my nipple between my fingers and the tiny thong I’m wearing is soaked. He groans, and his dick twitches in my hand.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. With his hand still wrapped in my hair, he inches me closer to his dick, “but now be my good girl and fuck me with that delectable mouth of yours.”

  Obeying, I wrap my lips around him, taking small teasing sucks around his head. Each time making a popping noise when he comes out of my mouth. He growls his disapproval, “Abigail…”

  “What?” I glance up at him and bat my eyes, sweetly.

  “That’s not how I showed you…” His squinting eyes shoot fireballs at me, while his dick throbs angrily. Sticking my tongue out again, I give a quick lick to the tip.

  “I’m sorry, I was just enjoying my lolly.”

  “Stop being my little brat and enjoy it down your throat, baby. It tastes better that way.” He grabs his dick and rubs it over my lips, demanding that I open. I wrap my mouth around his head, sucking again. “No, baby, let me show you how.”

  Using my hair as marionette strings, he shoves his dick down my mouth, making me take him all the way to back of my throat. Tears prickle in the corner of my eyes as I gag from the force of the thick intruder. It’s uncomfortable but I want more. I can’t explain it, but all I know is I love when he takes what he wants.

  “I love that sound. You choking on my cock,” he mutters, continuing to control the movements of my head. My hands brace around his legs as he moves me back and forth. The kitchen is now a live action porno, filled with my gagging and slurping sounds. I glance up at Colin and his head is thrown back, his eyes screwed tightly. Watching him try to hold onto every ounce of control he has, makes me feel sexy and wanton.

  As much as I love him hitting the back of my throat, the force of it becomes too much. I dig my nails into the back of his legs; my signal for him to release me and let me take over. He hisses from my daggers imprinting in his skin and releases my hair. I bob my head up and down on his dick, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I take him all the way in.

  I could spend hours just licking and sucking this man, even after my jaw starts to hurt.

  “God, Abbs. You’re incredible, baby.” He moans as I nip the base of his cock with my teeth, setting off his orgasm. His hot cum pours down my throat and I swallow every last drop of his salty goodness.

  I look up at him scandalously, licking my lips to make sure I got it all. “Happy birthday, babe.”

  “Yes, happy birthday to me.” He smirks, running his finger down my cheek.

  I reach out to grab his dick, wanting to suck him some more, when the front door slams shut. My heart jumps, along with my feet, and I hurry to fix my shirt and wipe my lips. Colin zips up his pants and picks up the mixing bowl he deserted and goes back to whisking his eggs.

  Yep, nothing going on here.

  Victor walks past but then stops to glare at me. That’s when I remember my robe is on the floor. He snarls and points to me disapprovingly, and glances at his son whose back is to him. He mouths to me to ‘put clothes on’ before storming up the stairs.

  My mom enters the kitchen unaware of her husband’s interaction with me. She walks up to me and concern washes over her face. “Abigail, you look flushed honey. Are you not feeling well?” She puts her hand on my forehead, then to my cheek.

  “I’m fine, Mom. My brother here has been taking really good care of me.” I look over at Colin and a wicked grin plays on my face for only him to see. “He thought a good source of protein would help gain my strength back.”

  Colin cracks a smile and he turns away from me. I know he’s trying to contain his laughter, but his shoulders shake up and down giving him away.

  “He might be right, you have seemed a little weak lately. Not your usual energizer bunny self.”

  If only you knew why mother.

  “I’m fine. I only just woke up.” I shrug, picking up my displaced robe from the floor and slip it on. It goes unaware by my mother that my robe was on the ground, but I can’t help think if Victor had noticed.

  Colin pours the eggs into the pan, and my mother looks over at him. “Do you want me to do that, dear? It is your birthday after all.”

  “No, I got it. This is about the only thing I know how to make.”

  “What’s that? Burnt eggs with a side of salmonella?” I snicker, and he turns to scowl at me.

  “Shut up, brat,” he growls with a delicious smirk on his face that sends a direct signal to my groin. “It’s western omelets. The first batch was a test of something new and it didn’t work. Now if you want some, why don’t you get the red peppers out?” I stick my tongue out at him and move to the fridge. “Did you want some, Aubrey?”

  “No sweetie, we had breakfast already, thank you. Do you have any plans for today?”

  I roll my eyes at my mom’s small talk with Colin. I hate that I’m envious that my mom seems to give a fuck more about Colin’s day than mine.

  “I’m going to my mother’s with Ashley and one of my other friends. I was hoping to ask you if I could bring Abbs with me? My mom would love to see her again.”

  This is news to me. Another thing he’s forgotten to tell me. I have no desire to go to dinner at hi
s mom's with his fake girlfriend. I’m not playing along with that charade and having it rubbed in my face. Again.

  I slam the bell pepper on the counter and Colin looks at me confused, mouthing ‘what?’ I shake my head in response, stepping back behind him.

  My mom’s face twist and she looks at me. “Do you want to go, Abby?”

  Not really.

  “Yeah, I haven’t seen his mom in a while and I just love hanging out with Ashley. We’re like BFF’s now,” I say in a syrupy sweet voice even though inside I’m stewing.

  I do like Ashley. I know she has no intentions with Colin, but I guess in my mind, it should be me he’s calling his girlfriend. When they hold hands and make lame cutesy faces at each other it's enough to make me want to vomit. Doesn't help either that my mom adores her so much and when they see each other it’s like I become invisible. It stings, and I wonder what it is I did wrong that she doesn’t love me anymore.

  “I have no problem with it? Where is your mom at? Also, leave me her number just in case I can’t get in touch with you,” my mother says, eyeing me sternly. My eyebrows knit questioning what I did now.

  “She has a beach house in Dewey that used to belong to my Grandfather. “

  “A little cold for the beach isn’t it?” Why in the heck is she acting so suspect?

  “Well, we wouldn’t be going swimming,” Colin answers. “My mom always enjoyed the sound of the waves.”

  “Okay, you’ll be back Sunday, I assume?”

  “Monday, if that’s okay? There’s no school and I took the day off,” Colin asks and turns to flip his omelet.

  “I suppose. What time are you leaving?”

  “I was hoping to get out of here soon. Ashley and Rick are meeting us here shortly.”

  “Ashley, good bring her in, I want to say hi. I haven’t seen her in a while.” My mom gleams and I roll my eyes before moving toward the living room.

  You saw her last week, I scream internally, tempted to throw a lamp across the room.

  I flop down on the couch and turn on the TV to drown out my mother. I find an old episode of Grey's Anatomy and imagine myself in the arms of Mark Sloan, at the hospital where all the staff tends to die.

  I’m giggling like a schoolgirl at the TV when the Lexi chick breaks Mark’s dick. Holy shit, I didn’t think that could happen. I have a lot to learn. What would Colin do if I broke his dick? How would that one be explained?

  “What are you laughing about?” Colin slides next to me and places the plates of food on the coffee table.

  I pick up the remote and flick off the television. “Nothing.”

  “Hmm.” He hums and moves in to kiss me. I shove him away and scoot over on the couch away from him.

  “Our parents are around.”

  “They’re in their room. What's your problem?”

  “My problem? When were you going to tell me that we were going to your mom's and that Ashley would be joining us? Again, you leave me blindsided in front of my mother. It’s like you're either trying to make me say something I shouldn’t or using her as a barrier, so I don’t hurt you. I’m not going.” I fall back into the couch with a huff, crossing my arms, and look away from him.

  I’m turning green and he’s turning redder than the fires of hell. He’s not happy, but neither am I. I’m tired of learning about this shit on the fly.

  “Damn it, Abbs, stop acting like a fucking brat. I was going to tell you,” he grits out, baring his teeth like a rabid dog.

  “When they showed up? Fuck that.”

  “Before our parents got home. Chill.” He sighs, pushing his fingers through his overgrown hair. “My mom only texted me last night, she wanted to surprise me for my birthday and asked me to come to the beach house. So I asked Ashley and Rick if they would come over…”

  “You told them before me?” I interrupt him, even more pissed now. He should be telling me before he tells her.

  My whole body is going haywire. Instead of some little green monster crawling out of me, it’s the Hulk, taking over my rational thinking. I hate how jealous I am over this fake girlfriend and hurt that he doesn’t involve me in these plans before he makes them. “You’re such an ass.”

  “And your acting like a damn child throwing a tantrum. You’re losing your shit over nothing,” he snarls, his own version of the Hulk coming out.

  “I am a child,” I shout, clenching my fist to my side. I jolt up from the couch, but Colin grips me by the shoulders and pushes me back down.

  “Will you cut it out and keep your voice down. You went to bed at six last night. That's not my fault or I would’ve told you when I found out.”

  “I was tired. Excuse me,” I hiss, trying to throw daggers at him with my eyes. But to be frank, I have been exhausted lately. As soon as my head hits any type of surface it seems to be lights out for me. I fell asleep twice at school the other day, and that never happens to me. There has to be a reason other than the early morning fuck sessions.

  “Just eat and then you need to go pack your bag,” he says calmer now, trying a different tactic to try and sway me.

  “No, because I'm not going. You still haven't told me anything and you could've at least shot me a text telling me something. I figured you learned this from last time.”

  “Jesus, Abigail.” He tugs on his hair so hard I think he’s going to rip it out. He stands up and snatches his plate from the table. “Stay here then. I don’t fucking care,” he snarls and charges to the kitchen.

  I rush to my feet and follow after him, not done with him yet. “See, you’re getting mad at me when you still won't tell me what's going on.” I’m behind him now watching him dump his food into the trash can. I frown, the breakfast he made for us, on his birthday, is now wasted. He did something nice and, yet, I can’t shake these feelings that I have pouring out of me. I feel as if I’m on some crazy emotional rollercoaster, but I’m plummeting further and not coming back up.

  “Because you won’t stop whining long enough for me to do so, and now I'm pissed, so fuck it.” He sighs, his shoulders slumping. Turning to me, I see his temper flare again, his eyes turning me to pudding. “You could trust me a little bit, Abbs. I know I screwed up weeks ago, but give me a break.” The plate crashes into the sink and I swear it sounds as if it shattered. “Figure out what the fuck you want to do, but I'm not going to stand here playing games.”

  “I'm not playing games. Sorry, I don't want to go to your mom's and have you pretending to be in love with someone else,” I seethe but keep my voice low, knowing Victor or my mom could pop out any second.

  He shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Like I said, Abbs, you need to start trusting me.” His eyes meet mine and his expression is blank, making my heart drop to my stomach. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away, and that I got distracted by your mouth, but I was going to fucking tell you. Then the first thing you do is get an attitude before you know anything. You need to grow up a little.” He turns and walks away from me.

  Tears prickle in my eyes. The rollercoaster I was on just fell off its tracks, leaving me a broken and tangled mess. A tear slips from my eye and I wipe it away. He’s been trying to be more open with me and the first mistake, I lash out.

  I shouldn’t be this upset and I shouldn’t hurt like this.

  Trying to shake it off, I remember my plate in the living room. Victor would have a field day if he found a plate full of food laying on his coffee table. Gathering it up, I bring it to the kitchen and scrape it into the trash can.

  “You didn’t like it?” Victor’s voice comes from right behind me. I somehow manage not to jump out of my skin, but my body tenses at his close proximity. His heated breath on my neck makes all my hairs stand on edge.

  Throwing my plate into the sink, I spin around and give him a weak smile. His eyes leer over my body once again. My skin crawls and I feel vulnerable and uncomfortable. Naked.

  This unsettling feeling is one I will continue to keep to myself. Every
one would just say I’m a child overreacting and not believe me anyway. Especially my mother.

  “The eggs weren’t cooked enough,” I lie, moving my gaze away from his.

  Please go away and leave me alone.

  “That’s my boys favorite, he’ll be disappointed that you didn’t eat them,” he scolds me. Since when does he care about anything his son feels?

  I shrug, “He’ll get over it.” Victor snorts and inches closer to me. My feet feel glued to the spot, paralyzed with fear.

  “So, what’s this I hear about you going with him to his mother’s?”

  “I—” He holds up his finger up, letting it hovers over my lips, but he doesn’t touch them.

  “I don’t think you should go. It upsets your mother, hanging and getting along with my ex-wife.”

  “Why?” I ask, my voice shaking. I hate having him this close to me. I feel caged, ready to be mauled. The smell of liquor lingers in my nose when he breathes, and I wonder if he has a distillery in the bedroom, since every time he comes out of there, he’s drunk.

  “Because it’s rude, Abigail,” he says simply like it’s the answer to everything.

  How is it rude?

  “Well, she can talk to me about it herself. Excuse me, I need to get ready to go.” Unsticking my feet, I step to the side, and move past him, but end up brushing his arm as he follows me. He snatches my wrist and a searing pain runs through it as he spins me around.

  “I should put you over my knee for disobeying me. I don’t know how your mother ever put up with you.”

  “I could ask the same thing about you.” I instantly regret my words and screw my eyes tight, afraid he might hit me. The grip he has around my wrist grows tighter and my fingers go numb. Nothing comes, and I squint my eyes back open. Victors eyes are black, his pupils dilated, the devil creeping out to play. I gulp and pray for my mother or Colin to come downstairs. My stomach twists, panic taking over my body, and my thoughts go haywire. I try to do my best not to cry. I can’t let him see how he affects me.

  “Please let go of me,” I whisper. He squeezes my wrist harder, and I think it might snap in half. “Please, you’re hurting me. I’m sure my mother wouldn’t agree with you leaving marks on me.”