Part 2

"Hold still," Madison murmured, her breath ghosting over my cheek. "If you twitch, you’re going to look like a raccoon, and I am not redoing this."

I froze, holding my breath while the cold, wet tip of the eyeliner pen traced the corner of my eye. We were squeezed into her tiny, overly bright bathroom, the air thick with the smell of hairspray and that expensive vanilla perfume she practically bathes in.

I was sitting on the closed toilet lid, my knees knocking against hers.

"Done," she announced, capping the pen with a satisfying click. She leaned back, tilting her head to survey her work. "God, I’m good. Your eyes look huge. Like, 'I’m innocent, please corrupt me' huge."

I laughed, turning to check the mirror. She was right. The sharp black wings made my blue eyes pop, giving me this… look. Like I was waiting for something. Or someone.

"You look hot," Madison said, grabbing her lipstick. "Like, Colin is going to have a stroke hot."

I felt that familiar heat at his name. It had been less than twenty-four hours, and I was already aching for him again. "He better," I smirked, hopping off the toilet so she could take the spot in front of the mirror.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching her layer on that dark, berry-colored gloss she loved. "So," I started, trying to sound casual but failing. "You were serious earlier? About the club? You aren't just trying to torture him?"

Madison met my eyes in the reflection, pressing her lips together to blend the color. "Oh, I am absolutely trying to torture him," she grinned. "But… I don’t know. I’m curious."

"Curious?"

She capped the lipstick and turned around, hopping up onto the counter. Her dark waves spilled over her shoulders, and that short silver dress she was wearing rode up high on her thighs. She looked like trouble. The best kind.

"About him. About you two," she clarified. She bit her lip, looking uncharacteristically hesitant for a second. "Mia, you know I’ve always had that… fantasy. The sharing thing."

My pulse kicked. I knew she did. We’d talked about it drunk a dozen times. Giggling over the idea of sharing a guy, of putting on a show... maybe even experimenting with each other while he watched. But it was always just a fantasy.

"Yeah," I said slowly, my skin prickling. "I know."

"It’s just…" She shrugged, but her eyes were locked on mine. "Hearing you talk about him today? The way he took control? It kind of… triggered something. I want to see it. I want to see him with you."

The air in the bathroom suddenly felt very thin. "You want to watch?"

"Maybe," she whispered. "Maybe more. If you’re up for it."

The thought of Madison... I mean, she is gorgeous. She's sexy and confident. But seeing her with Colin? With us?

It didn’t make me jealous. It made my knees weak.

I had this sudden, filthy flash. I saw him grabbing that long, dark hair of hers. Pulling her head back. Just pounding that boss bitch attitude of hers right in half. Making her beg just like he made me beg. Both of us on our knees for him with our mouths open, like two eager sluts competing for his cock.

"I think," I said, my voice dropping to that husky purr Colin seemed to love, "that he might be open to persuasion."

Madison grinned, hopping off the counter. "Good. Because I am feeling very persuasive tonight."

She turned to grab her clutch, rummaging through it. "Do you have a hair tie? And please tell me you brought condoms. I’m out, and I stopped taking the pill last month. It was absolutely killing my sex drive. I felt like a nun."

I froze. My hand hovered over my own bag.

"Mia?" She looked up, pausing.

I felt a blush creep up my neck, hot and fast. "No, I… uh. I’m not on anything either," I admitted, my voice small. "I mean, I wasn't doing anything before Colin, so I didn't see the point."

Madison stared at me. She blinked once. Twice. Then her eyes dropped to my stomach and snapped back up to my face.

"Wait," she breathed. "You said… You said he filled you up."

I bit my lip, nodding slowly.

"Mia," she hissed, stepping closer. "He came inside you? Raw? And you aren't on birth control?"

"Every drop," I whispered.

"I felt it pumping into me, Mads," I said, my voice trembling a little. "And I didn't want to stop him. I didn't want any barriers between us." I looked her right in the eye. "I love him. I’ve loved him for half my life. If he leaves a part of himself inside me… then that’s exactly where it belongs."

Madison stared at me, her mouth slightly open. She looked shocked, yeah. But mostly? She looked awed. She saw the look on my face. The absolute certainty.

"Jesus Christ," she exhaled, shaking her head slowly. "You aren't just hooking up. You're all in. You're practically trying to be his wife."

"I am his," I said simply. "Body and soul. If that means I carry his baby? Then I carry his baby. I want everything he has to give me."

Madison let out a low whistle, a grin spreading across her face.

"Well damn, Mia," she whispered. "That is the most romantic, reckless, slutty thing I have ever heard."

Buzz.

My phone vibrated on the counter.

I’m outside.

I grabbed it, my heart doing a double-time rhythm against my ribs. I flashed the screen at Madison.

"He's here."

Madison took a deep breath, smoothing down her dress. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, then turned to me with a smile that was equal parts nervous and hungry.

"Well then," she said. "Let's go see if your soldier can handle two of us."

We took the stairs. My heels were clicking loud and fast on the concrete. It sounded like a countdown.

I was trying to breathe slowly. Trying to cool down the flush on my chest. But Madison? She was practically skipping.

We pushed out the front door, and the night air hit us. It was humid. Sticky. But I didn't even feel it.

Because I saw him.

Colin was leaning against the side of his black truck. He was checking his phone. The screen glowed just enough to light up his face, just enough for me to see that sharp jawline.

I stopped. I literally just stopped walking.

It was his body that made me stop short. I mean, he'd always been fit. Even before he left. But now?

It was like he'd been chiseled from stone in the last twenty-four hours. Or maybe I was just seeing him differently now. Seeing the way his black t-shirt stretched tight across his chest. The way his dark jeans hung low on his hips.

He looked lethal.

Madison stopped right next to me. I heard her intake of breath.

"Holy shit," she whispered. It wasn't a performance this time. It was genuine shock. "Mia. When you said he changed... You didn't say he turned into Captain America."

Colin looked up.

He didn't smile right away. He just tracked us. His eyes swept over me first. Up and down that short dress I was wearing. I felt it in my toes. He gave me a tiny, possessive nod. Like he was checking off a box. Mine.

Then he looked at Madison.

He just grinned. Slow. Easy. It wasn't the dark, hungry look he gave me. It was warmer. The old Colin. But still dangerous.

"Mads," he called out. His voice was deep. It carried right over the parking lot. "You still trouble?"

Madison let out a laugh that was a little too high. She recovered fast, though. She strutted right up to him. She stopped just inside his personal space.

"Only on days that end in Y, Colin," she teased. She tilted her head, looking him over blatantly. "And you. Look at you. Did the Marines issue you those shoulders? Or did you have to steal them?"

Colin chuckled. A low, rumbling sound. He pushed off the truck and stood to his full height. He towered over her.

"Little bit of both," he joked. He reached out and pulled her into a hug. It was friendly. But I saw the way Madison melted into it. She looked tiny next to him.

"Good to see you, Mads," he said into her hair. "It's been a minute."

"Three years," she mumbled into his chest. She pulled back, but she didn't step away. She kept her hand on his bicep. Squeezing it. Testing the muscle. "You got big, Colin. Like... scary big."

He smirked, glancing over her head to lock eyes with me. "Had to," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "The world's a heavy weight to carry."

He winked at her to take the edge off, but I shivered.

He opened the passenger door. "Alright. Load up. Mia, you're up front with me. Mads, you're in the back. Don't kick my seat."

"I make no promises," Madison shot back, sliding into the back seat. She smoothed her skirt down, but she was grinning.

I walked up to him, but he didn't move out of the way to let me in.

"Hi," I breathed.

"Hi," he murmured. He didn't touch me. He didn't have to. The heat coming off him was enough. He leaned down, bringing his mouth right to my ear. "You look beautiful, baby. But that dress is short."

I bit my lip. "Is that a problem?"

I felt his smile against my neck.

"No," he whispered. "It's just access."

I slid into the passenger seat. My short dress rode up even higher. Colin’s eyes tracked it. Every inch of exposed skin.

He shut the door and walked around the front. I just watched him move. That lean, dangerous grace. He didn't walk like a civilian anymore. He moved like a predator.

Madison leaned forward from the back seat. "He is going to destroy you in that dress," she whispered.

I laughed. It came out breathy. "That's the plan."

Colin got in. The whole cab felt smaller immediately. He was just so... present. He started the engine. That low rumble vibrated right through the seat. Right between my legs.

He pulled onto the main road. One hand on the wheel and the other dropped straight to my bare thigh.

His fingers were warm and heavy on my skin.

He didn't look at me, just kept his eyes on the road. But his hand slid higher. Slow. Deliberate. Testing boundaries.

In the back? Madison was dead quiet.

I glanced in the side mirror. I saw her. She was staring right at his hand on my leg. Her lips were parted. She caught my eye in the glass and mouthed one word.

Fuck.

Yeah. Exactly.

His hand was just resting there, hot and heavy. And it was driving me absolutely fucking crazy. Every bump in the road sent his fingers sliding a fraction higher. I could feel my dress riding up. Exposing more skin. More of what was his.

I glanced at the side mirror. Madison hadn't looked away. Not once. Her eyes were fixed on that hand like it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen. I caught her biting her lip, her chest rising and falling.

Colin finally broke the silence.

"So," he said. "Madison. Mia tells me you're the one who gave her the brilliant idea to seduce me."

I whipped my head around. "Colin!"

Madison laughed, but she was nervous. I’d never heard her sound like that.

"Guilty," she admitted. She leaned forward between the seats, her hand resting on the center console. "I told her three years was long enough to wait. Told her to make you so hard you couldn't think straight."

Colin's fingers tightened on my thigh. Just a fraction. "That so?"

"Yup." I could hear the grin in her voice. "I said, 'Mia, you need to make him want you so bad he forgets you're his stepsister.' Looks like it worked."

He glanced at me. Then back at the road. "She wasn't wrong."

"So... how are you feeling about that now, soldier?" she asked. "Now that your little sister's all grown up? Spreading her legs for you?"

God. Those words just hung in the air. Filthy. Perfect. I felt my pussy pulse just at the way she said it. So blunt. So right.

"Feeling like, I should've come home sooner," he said. His voice dropped even lower. "Feeling like I wasted three years when I could've been balls deep in that tight cunt every fucking night."

Jesus.

I moaned before I could stop myself. Just a tiny sound escaping my lips. Madison made a similar noise in the back of her throat.

"Fuck," she whispered. "You really did change."

He finally took his eyes off the road. He looked at her directly in the rearview. "You have no idea."

The tension? You could taste it. I needed to say something. Anything. Before, I just climbed into his lap right there in traffic.

"We were talking about how to tell Mom and John," I managed.

Colin sighed, and he ran a hand through his hair, momentarily letting go of the wheel.

"Yeah. That’s going to be a fun Sunday brunch," he muttered dryly. "Mom’s going to have a stroke. She still thinks you’re sixteen and I’m... well, her saint of a stepson."

He glanced at me, his expression softening.

"But we’ll handle it. I’ll handle it. I’m not hiding this, Mia. I’m done hiding things." He gave my knee a reassuring shake. "Just... let me have a night or two to figure out how to say, 'I'm sleeping with my step-sister' without them having a heart attack, okay?"

"But not tonight," he said firmly. "Tonight, we're not thinking about that."

"Fuck no," Madison agreed. "Tonight, we celebrate. Tonight, we party. The parental units can wait."

I laughed. It came out shaky. "She's right. One disaster at a time."

We pulled up to the club a few minutes later. The line was wrapped around the block. A snake of glitter and perfume and desperate energy. Colin parallel parked like it was a military maneuver. Just precise and effortless.

Madison leaned forward again. "There's no way we're waiting in that. It’ll take all night."

Colin just smiled. "Don’t worry Mads, I’ll get us in."

He got out. Came around to my side and opened the door. His hand was on my lower back immediately, guiding me. Then Madison was beside us, her arm looped through mine.

We walked straight to the front. The bouncer was massive. All shoulders and scowl. But when he saw Colin? His face split into a grin.

"Colin fucking Donovan," the guy boomed. "Holy shit, man. When'd you get back?"

"Last week, Tank," Colin said, clasping his hand. "Good to see you."

Tank's eyes slid to me and then to Madison. He let out a low whistle and lifted the velvet rope without another word. "VIP section's open. Tell Lexi I said hi."

Colin nodded, shaking Tank's hand. "Thanks, man. I owe you one."

Colin guided us past the line. The bass was already thumping, shaking the pavement. He pulled us both in tighter, sandwiching us against his sides. He leaned down, his mouth close to my ear.

"Stick close," he murmured. "I don't feel like fighting half the city tonight because some drunk guy gets handsy."

I looked up at him. "You think they'll get handsy?"

He looked down at me, then at Madison. He raised an eyebrow.

"Mia, look at you two," he said dryly. "I'm going to have to fight off every guy here. I should have brought a bat."

Colin guided us past the line. Past the jealous stares and muttered comments. Madison was practically vibrating against my side.

The inside of the club was chaos. Beautiful, sweaty chaos.

The bass wasn't just a sound. It was a physical weight, thumping right against my chest. The air was thick with heat and expensive perfume and the sharp tang of sweat and adrenaline.

We hit the bar first. Colin ordered. I didn't even hear what it was; I just threw it back. Vodka. Lime. It burned on the way down, settling hot in my stomach.

I felt loose. Brave.

Madison leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear so I could hear her over the music.

"Do you want to put on a show for your man?" she shouted. "Look at him. He’s dying to see you move."

I glanced at Colin. He was standing just behind us, a dark, unmoving statue in the shifting lights. He wasn't looking at the crowd. He was looking at us.

I smirked at her. "Oh, we’re gonna make him hard," I yelled back. "I want him suffering."

Madison grinned. She grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor.

The crowd was tight, but we carved out our own space. The beat dropped to something low and filthy, and Madison didn't waste a second. She spun around, putting her back to me.

She pressed her ass right against my hips.

God. She was soft. Curves everywhere. She started to grind, slow and deliberate, rolling her hips in a figure eight.

"Fuck," I breathed.

She was good at this. Scary good. She threw her head back, her hair cascading over my shoulder, and pressed back harder. I could feel the heat of her body through her silver dress. I let my hands settle on her waist, gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm.

It was dizzying. The lights were strobing, purple, blue, and white. Every flash showed me Colin.

He hadn't moved. He was watching Madison grind on me. Watching my hands on her body.

Madison rolled her hips harder, pressing her ass right into my mound. I gasped. She leaned back, her dark hair spilling over my shoulder, her mouth right by my ear.

"Think he's picturing it?" she purred. "Think he's imagining both of us? On our knees?"

"He's thinking about which one of us he'll fuck first," I whispered back. The fantasy was spiraling. "He's thinking about making us compete for it."

Madison moaned. Just a tiny sound lost in the music. But I felt it vibrate through her body. She ground back harder, and I could tell she was getting off on it.

She spun around suddenly, facing me. Her hands slid up my arms, over my shoulders, then down my back. She pulled me flush against her, our bodies pressed together. Her tits were soft against mine.

"Show me what you did for him," she breathed, her lips brushing my ear. "Show me how you moved when he was pounding you."

I didn't even think....