Chapter 4

Colby makes me breakfast again but this time we don't eat it in bed. The sky changes from a dark blue to light blues and purples as I sit at the large kitchen island. Every single molecule in my body is relaxed, despite my mind constantly telling me I should be on guard. Colby slides a plate of over-hard eggs towards me, with a bagel, and some cut-up fruit because he's actually an angel.

I wrinkle my nose in distaste at the fruit though. "Thank you."

He laughs at me, a dimple popping out under his beard. "Got a problem with blueberries?"

I get to work slathering butter on the bagel, pile the egg on, and grab the hot sauce he sets in front of me. Good to go. After I take a bite, moaning through it of course, I look back at him to find him staring at me with mild concern.

"Oh sorry. Yeah, I don't like any kind of berry …"

He has the gall to look disgruntled. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I don't like berries," I repeat carefully.

"What do you mean you don't like berries?" he asks, voice contrite and mildly angry. I love getting this reaction from people.

"I don't like how they're not predictable. Sometimes they're sour … sometimes they're mushy … sometimes they're sweet. If they were the same every time, they'd be awesome."

He tilts his head at me like a golden retriever, which I'm noticing is a thing he often does towards me.

"Strawberries though?"

"Well, I'm allergic to strawberries, so that's different."

"So different," Colby replies with an eye roll. "Not all fruit though?"

"I love apples and bananas and pineapple and kiwi and grapes?—"

"I get it," Colby interrupts me with a deep laugh.

I watch through narrowed eyes as he plates himself an over-easy egg and some bread to dip into it. A good selection of fruit covers his plate, but I'm not very surprised. Something about Colby screams he takes care of himself to me. Mostly because his body is still in amazing shape for a man his age.

He's got abs, even though they're not super defined, but he's still got a magnificent body. Colby has the type of body built for strength, not for show. I really like his biceps. Every time he moves his arms, the muscles pop out, tight and firm. I bet he could hold me up for hours while he fucks me against a wall.

I sigh at the image that gives me.

"What?" Colby asks around a mouthful of food.

I wrinkle my nose. "Nothing."

We eat the rest of breakfast in silence as the sun rises higher in the sky.

Not for the first time, I wonder why Colby felt the need to hire me. To hire a sex worker at all. I've done this enough to know that people have many different reasons. Some like sex a certain way and are afraid to have a relationship because of it. Some people like the dynamic of purchasing me, of knowing I can say no but it'll be a hard-fought line to get there. Some people are shy and it's the only way they can enjoy intimacy. Colby Smith is none of those things.

I help Colby clean up breakfast by rinsing the dishes once he washes them. The man still puts them in the dishwasher though, even after they've been thoroughly washed by us. Not worth commenting on because we've all got our quirks.

"Do you want to relax today or take another journey into town?" Colby asks as he watches me walk around the living room.

A white baby grand piano sits at the edge of the living room, facing the ocean. I wonder if Colby plays, but I mostly wonder if I can goad him into fucking me against the piano. Maybe I can scratch a few things off my sexual bucket list this week if I play my cards right.

"Whatever you want to do," I tell him while trailing my fingers along the piano.

His eyes are heavy on me from across the room, so I decide to put on a show. In just my boxer briefs, with the soft morning sun streaming through the windows, I lean against the piano in the lewdest way possible.

"Eli," Colby reprimands, voice husky.

"Yes?" I blink coyly at him over my shoulder, wiggling my ass a little in invitation.

Colby takes a step closer, but stops out of reach. "What do you want to do today?"

"You know, I have always wanted to get fucked against a piano. It's very Pretty Woman of me, I think. My darling husband railing me against a piano sounds like the best way to start my day."

Colby takes the last few steps to cross the room, stride purposeful and eyes boring into me. He presses against me, the solid line of his chest firm against my back. I hold back a moan at the feel of his hard cock against my ass. God, yes.

"Eli," Colby whispers against my ear, hands tight against my hips. "Stop goading me on. We're leaving the house today. I'll fuck you however you want tonight, but you'll have to wait."

I let my head fall with a clunk against the piano as he steps away from me, taking his heat with him. The asshole just chuckles softly behind me.

"I like edging in the bedroom only. Are you going to edge me all day?" I ask, clearly irritated.

When I turn around, his eyes are heavy on me, running down my body like a caress.

"You're a brat."

I blink at him. "Do you like it?"

Colby grunts, lips twitching in barely restrained amusement. "Obviously. Are you always like this?"

I flush and look away from him. "No."

"Just for your husband?"

God, Colby is going to kill me. I nod, unable to form words. Colby crosses the distance between us again to wrap me in his arms. He kisses me, soft and sweet, and tastes like blueberries. I don't mind the flavor so much when it's on his tongue.

My body relaxes against him as his large hands splay against my shoulder blades, pulling me closer against his warm body. Kisses have never been my favorite thing but kissing Colby Smith is slowly becoming addicting. The way he licks into my mouth, owning me with his lips, settles something in my perpetually impatient soul.

I'm dazed and starry-eyed when he finally pulls away. Colby pushes some of my wayward curls away from my forehead with a tender smile. I love the way his eyes crinkle at the corner when he smiles—so soft, so startlingly sweet.

"Be good today and I'll give you anything you want tonight. Think you can do that?" I nod eagerly and he grins at me. "Such a good boy."

I suck in an inhale because suddenly I'm dizzy. I've had a lot of encounters over the years, paid for and just for my pleasure. But no one has found my praise kink as quickly as Colby. Most times people seem more into degradation than anything, which is not remotely one of my kinks. Sure, I'll perform, but it does nothing for me.

Being told I'm a good boy? Well, that lights up all the happy little nerve endings throughout my entire body. Colby just chuckles at my dazed expression and tugs me towards the bedroom by the hand.

"I've got a surprise for you," Colby tells me once we're finished getting dressed. He's wearing board shorts, an old faded T-shirt, and a black ball cap. Although he had a slight beard when I arrived, he's not shaved since, so it's messy and wiry, and I like it. The man always looks effortlessly good.

"Oh yeah?"

I follow him out of the house and into the Jeep. He loads a cooler into the Jeep along with a canvas bag of supplies. Colby puts a hand on my knee as we pull out of the driveway and set off for the surprise destination. I remind myself to not get used to this treatment. This is an act, we're playing husbands, no one else will likely ever treat me this way.

Not because I'm not deserving of it but because it's doubtful I'll find someone so willing to spoil me like this ever again. It's easy to allow myself to be spoiled under the pretend husband pretense. Something about Colby has made me open up in a way that previous experiences haven't.

The Jeep speeds along the coastal highway for just long enough for me to get my fix of watching Colby drive. Colby pulls into a small but crowded marina. He uses a swipe card to admit us through the gate, navigating the Jeep towards a private parking lot that hugs the water.

I wait for him to hop out and open my door because I'm learning that Colby likes that. He takes pleasure in doting on me even if it's hard for me to accept, to allow. He helps me to the ground. A gentle kiss is placed on my lips as a reward for waiting.

He holds his hand out, wiggling his fingers in a clear sign for me to take his hand. So I do. The marina is full of expensive boats, ranging from medium to massive. No clouds dot the sky today, so it's a perfect day to be out on the water. Colby comes to a stop at a medium-sized speed boat with the name Sweet Darlin' along the side.

The boat rocks gently in the water as we move about. Supple tan leather covers the seating at the end of the boat. I take a seat as Colby bustles around the boat. He rests the cooler by my feet, and dips down to give me a lingering kiss.

"There's an island thirty minutes out that we can explore. I thought you might like that," Colby says as a flush fills out his cheeks.

I smile sweetly, warmed by his gesture. "I love that."

I tug him down to me to kiss him once more. His smile presses into my mouth, tasting like pure sunshine. That's what Colby tastes like, sunshine, joy, and humid summer days.

Wind whips against my face as we work our way out of the marina. Colby looks back at me every now and then, so I smile at him in reassurance. This man is so sweet and caring towards me, the escort he's hired, that I'm a little thrown by it still. I'd expected a week of debauchery, not a week of tender dates and fond kisses.

I attempt to carefully rebuild the wall around my heart as we speed through the turquoise waves. Salt air rushes over me, healing me in ways I hadn't known I needed to be healed. An island appears on the horizon, small but full of palm trees with rocks stemming out from the edges. Colby pulls up to a small wooden dock that's definitely seen better days and ties us to it.

I grab the canvas bag before Colby can argue, following along behind him towards the island. A small hut sits at the edge of the trees and Colby eagerly heads towards it. Placing the cooler on the small wooden table, he gently takes the canvas bag from me.

"I've brought lunch, drinks, snorkeling masks, and sunscreen. Anything we could need for a day at the island."

I cock my head at him. "Is this your island?"

He only chuckles at me as he yanks his T-shirt off. I try to not get distracted by the sudden appearance of so much glorious tanned skin. "It belongs to the state park a little ways up the coast, but you need a permit to come out here. It's a weekday, so it should be just us."

"This is lovely, thank you, Colby."

He flushes again before slathering sunscreen on himself, then onto me. I don't have the heart to tell him that I never burn, I'll just tan, because he seems to take such pleasure in the simple act of caring for me. I kiss his stubbled cheek in gratitude once he's done. I walk down to the shore, with him plodding along behind me, and sigh as the water laps at my feet.

"It's the perfect temperature."

"It usually is this time of year."

I tip my head towards the sky, closing my eyes to feel the sun on my skin. God, I could live in this moment forever. A sweet man who wants to fuck me, have me, and the salt air against my skin. We spend the next few hours just basking in the ocean. Colby stays close to me the entire time.

Finally, when I'm starting to prune, we climb out to eat the lunch Colby packed. It's only sandwiches and cut vegetables with dip but it's lovely all the same. He even packed dessert, cookies from a bakery in town.

I take a bite of mine and then kiss him so he can taste it on my lips. "These are good."

"Best bakery in town."

"Take me before I go home?" I ask, but I'm just rewarded with another kiss instead of an answer.

After lunch I amble towards the rocks jutting out of the island. Colby watches me, hawk-eyed, as I carefully step across the rocks. There's a little alcove between the rocks and the sand filled with darker blue water. I see starfish and a few shells inside. It's beautiful. I point it out to Colby with an excited grin over my shoulder.

"Look!" I point out, ecstatic at my find.

Colby bobs in the water a few feet away. "That's so cool, baby."

Baby. It must've been a habit because Colby's face shutters closed right after he said it. I'm not an asshole, so I ignore the entire thing, but the endearment was lovely.

After taking one last look at my find, I climb out to the last rock on the edge, diving into the water to swim towards Colby. Once I'm close enough to him, he reaches out, tugging me to him in the shallows.

I let out a surprised noise when he kisses me hungrily, devouring my mouth with a frenzy he hasn't before. I go boneless against him and let him kiss me, let him eat at my mouth, his fingers almost too tight in my soaking wet curls.

I'm gasping for breath when he pulls away. His pupils are blown wide with desire and I feel him hard against my stomach. Reaching up, I brush my fingers against his dark blond beard. He tilts his face into my palm. Sweet Colby, but there's a sadness underneath his sweetness that calls to me. I want to care for him this week, give him what he needs from me.

Just as we're pulling away in the boat, I snap a photo of the waves, with a hint of the island at the edge.

I shoot the picture off to the boyfriends group chat.

Benji

WHERE ARE YOU!

Trevor

Did you not look at his picture?

Benji

STFU

Jackson

Stop yelling please, it's unprofessional

Benji

YOU SHUT UP TOO JACKSON. I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHERE HE IS!

OMG

Benji

HELLO?

Colby took me to a private island today. We're going home now.

Jackson

Send a pic of ur sugar daddy

I bitemy lip and take a secret picture of Colby at the wheel, his bare back to the camera, all muscle and a slight sunburn. Before I can talk myself out of it, I send the picture to the boyfriend group chat.

Benji

omg……. Wow very happy for you eye roll

Trevor

Be careful

Benji

Wet blanket Trevor

Trevor

Okay sunshine

Benji

I'll kill you

Jackson

Don't admit that in a text chain

Miss you guys

Benji

Invite us to the wedding!!!!!!!

Trevor

You watch pretty woman too much

Jackson

Okay, everyone break!

I slyly tuckmy phone back into the canvas bag. I've known Jackson the longest, having been with the agency since undergrad. It might sound weird to say but they're kind of all my best friends. We understand each other in a way that other people can't understand us. There's an inherent judgment to doing what we do, even though there shouldn't be.

"You're thinking pretty loudly back there!" Colby shouts over the sound of the engine and the water.

"Just thinking about you!" I yell back.

Colby aims a gorgeous grin over his shoulder that sends my heart rioting in my chest. He slowly guides the boat back into the safety of the marina. I'm exhausted by the time we climb out and make our way towards the Jeep.

"Let's pick dinner up on the way home so you don't have to cook tonight," I say after we buckle in.

Colby turns a tired smile towards me. "You sure? I like cooking."

"Yes, we had a long day. Anything good around here?"

"There's a barbeque place a few minutes from here."

"Let's get that, then."

I twine my fingers with Colby's against his thigh as we make the drive back into town. We stop at the barbeque joint, grabbing enough food to give us leftovers, before finishing the drive back to the beach house. I help Colby unload the vehicle by carrying the food inside. Colby takes the food from me with a thankful smile and puts it into the oven.

He turns to me in the kitchen, skewering me with a look I can't decipher.

Colby takes a steadying deep breath. "I want to take a shower with you, then eat you out against the piano."

Jesus Christ. I let out a little whimper, nodding my agreement. Butterflies fill my stomach as we shower together. I let Colby tenderly wash the sea off of me, the loofah light against my skin. His fingers skim along my skin, making me achingly hard before the shower is even over. I stop him with a hand on his arm as he goes to wash himself, he only raises his eyebrows at me in question. I want to take care of him too. Make him feel even half of what he's making me feel.

I gingerly take the loofah from him, proceeding to tenderly wash his body. The soap bubbles along his strong stomach, the bunched muscles of his back, and those biceps that could crush me if I let them. I pull him under the water with me and kiss him gently, just a tender press of lips without tongue. His hands tighten against my hips, fingertips digging almost painfully into my skin, before letting go so we can climb out and dry off.

Colby leads me naked to the piano and carefully situates me against it. Sizzling excitement fills the air between us. He drags the bench behind me, puts my left foot up on it, then places an openmouthed kiss to the center of my back. I feel myself flush because I'm so open to him in this position.

Rimming isn't my favorite thing. Sure, it's happened, but most of the time I'm doing the rimming. Most people don't focus their experience on my pleasure.

Colby places a trail of wet kisses down my spine causing goosepimples to break out across my skin. The sensations coursing through me are too much. I bite back a whimper as his lips linger just out of reach of where I really want them. My fingers bite painfully into the piano as moans of sheer pleasure get caught in my throat.

His beard scratches against my skin in the most delicious way. A deep shiver rolls through my body when his large hands bracket my hips, lifting me up a little more so I'm spread further apart for him. So he can see all of me.

"So beautiful," Colby murmurs against the cleft of my ass. His breath is wickedly hot on my skin. "You are going to taste divine."

And then his tongue circles my hole. I mewl loudly, scrambling for grip against the piano. My eyes roll back in my head at the sheer, intense ecstasy of it. Every nerve ending inside me lights up as his tongue licks my rim, dipping in to taste. A flush spreads over me, warming me in a way that terrifies me. It's all too much. To top it all off, a deep moan rattles out of him just from the taste of me.

"Colby," I whine breathlessly as his tongue continues to take me apart.

He leans back, spreads my ass cheeks, then lewdly spits on my hole. I gasp. The tip of his thumb dips past my rim, shoving his spit inside. All the air rushes out of me. Jesus. My dick is so hard that I'm afraid if he doesn't touch me, I'll die.

He dives back in like I'm the best meal he's ever eaten. The hairs of his beard scratch at my skin, but I love every moment of it. I want to have a beard burn on my ass for days. My hearing goes in and out as every ounce of awareness narrows in on where his tongue touches my most intimate place. When my hearing comes back, it's to the sound of a condom wrapper and the snick of the lube bottle.

Thank fuck.

A firm hand presses my chest to lie flat against the piano. I let myself be manhandled until Colby has me exactly how he wants me. I'm just a puppet for his pleasure. My mouth opens on a gasp as Colby pushes in, hard steel into my heat. The glossy sheen of the piano steams up from my rapid pants against it.

Fingers dig into the meat of my hips as he starts a brutal pace so opposite to the tender way he ate me out just moments ago. I hold on for dear life as he fucks me so hard I see stars. Every thrust passes over my prostate, sending tingles throughout my body. I've never been so lit up before just from being fucked. I'm going to come embarrassingly quick.

"Please touch me," I beg as Colby's pace becomes even more frenzied. "Please, husband, touch me. I need you."

"Fuck, Eli," Colby groans against my back, forehead pressed between my shoulder blades. "I should make you wait."

"Noooooooooo," I whine pitifully.

Colby grips my hair and tugs my head back. "You're fucking beautiful like this. Taking me like you were made for me. I want to fuck you for days, keep you like this, begging for my cock."

My legs tremble as I cry out. "I'm not … Colby …"

"Call me husband," Colby demands, voice raw and anguished.

"Let me come, husband. Please. I've been so good."

His lube-covered hand wraps tightly around my cock. The firm touch of his hand sends my orgasm detonating through me. I don't even care that I paint the piano with my cum. All I care about is that Colby comes inside me. I fucking need it.

"Come inside me, give it to me. I want to feel you inside me," I beg, my voice sounding wrecked even to my own ears. Colby thrusts so hard that the piano almost shifts beneath us, groaning under the pressure. "Give it to me."

Colby stills deep inside me. I can feel him everywhere. Like he's finally where he belongs. Fear, fresh and painful, grips me just at that fleeting thought. That his body belongs with mine.

He comes with a loud groan against the sweaty nape of my neck. I pant under him, my breath fogging the piano. The setting rays of the sun cast an ethereal glow across the living room as the sound of the waves echoes around us.

We stay there for as long as we can before Colby carefully pulls out of me. I hiss against the loss of him, but try to cover it. The noise must reach him because he returns with a cloth to clean me up, then presses a loving kiss to the small of my spine.

"Did I hurt you?" Colby asks, lips brushing against my overheated skin with each word.

"No," I reply, swallowing every emotion that exists inside me. "Just sensitive."

He hums before turning me around to kiss me. He tastes like both of us mixed together. It's a decadent thing, to taste myself on someone else's tongue. To know my pleasure meant something to them, meant enough for them to keep it on their tongue. I like the taste. A chuckle escapes him when I whine pitifully as he tears away from me.

"Did that fulfill your getting-fucked-against-a-piano wish?"

I laugh lightly. "Yes. I can't feel my legs."

Colby's lips quirk up in a pleased sort of smile. "Stay there."

"As if I could go anywhere without looking like a baby deer."

He chuckles even as he disappears up the stairs. Moments later, he returns with a pair of my boxer briefs and one of his large shirts. He dresses me in his clothes, then picks me up bridal-style. I laugh and hide my face against his neck. He gently sets me down at the kitchen island and proceeds to feed me dinner.

Sun always makes me sleepy, so I'm not surprised that I'm flagging once my stomach is full of the delicious food. Colby cleans up the kitchen and carries me up the stairs to the bedroom. I don't fight him at all. I fall asleep with my back pressed to his chest, the sound of the waves filtering in through the bedroom.