I'm sure Colin would have been happy with me or with Uma, but I was tickled that it was me. Me and Elvis needed some time in the jungle room, changing the TV channel with a loaded .44...you know - typical stuff. All that was missing was the fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

"It's been a long time, huh baby?" I cooed to him as I lay across his torso - completely sated. 

He swallowed a couple of times to regain his breath. "Too long. I had forgotten...how unbelievably wild you are."

"It's the least I could do for you since..." I trailed off.

"Since what, love? I had his interest piqued. "I notice you've been making eyes at me all week - as if it's the last time you will see me. And I have never been had so aggressively..."

"I was just trying to make up for all the time I lost with you. So much going on. Being the local nutcase takes a lot of my time, as you can see." I lied. I knew damn well what was going to happen. I was so happy for him - the only way I could share my emotion was through our sexual act. Maybe I'll explain it to him afterwards.

"I'm surprised Hando didn't threaten you too." 

"What?" His brow furrowed as he leaned away to light a cigarette. 

"Dominic. I have no clue what H. said to him, but that Mr. Clean is in a load of trouble when I see him next." Colin began to snicker. 

"What is so funny?" I prodded his sides with my fingers, tickling. 

"H. has been doing Dom that way since we moved in - did you just notice? Ha ha ha!" 

"Well? Why don't you take up for him? Are you scared of Hando too?" I sneered. 

"You just don't understand how things are between mates, love. Dom has to learn this on his own. He gets his snoot full of it enough, he'll stand up to him, no doubt. And you bet your sweet arse I am scared of him." He was intensely serious all at once. I was taken aback by his shift of attitude. "You may think he's a changed man and all...but he is a wild animal. You don't tame wild animals. They learn to play your game. They tell you what you want to hear. Don't underestimate him. You'll live to regret it."

What was this man telling me? Nothing I didn't already know. 

"Colin, you are preaching to the choir." I touched the scar on my breast. "I've been bitten a few times already." 

Colin shrugged and extinguished his smoke. "I'll never understand the two of you. But I do admire your taste in hot rods. That makes you apples in my book." 

Stretching his body like a content kitten, he growled and rolled me under him. 

"Pit stop is over. Time to roll. Got your belts on?" 

"Belts? We don' need no steenkin belts..." He laughed, leaning back. Pulling my leg up so he could torture my tender flesh with his tongue and lips. He knew exactly were the hot spots on my legs were. Bastard.

"Mmmm - tasty little piggies." Colin nibbled on my toes and I squeaked and squealed, begging him to stop...threatening to kick his ass if he did.

"Damn, you make too much noise. Here, suck on this awhile - you might get a treat." He angled his manhood towards my mouth. I gobbled him up like I was dying of thirst and his dick was a bottle of cold water.

The back seat of Cort's purty red Dodge. More than enough room for what we were doing. This was an unexpected treat indeed, but I should have known better - wearing these cut-off jean shorts around Colin. Bending over while looking in the backseat for the registration paperwork was just screaming for Colin to shove me in and have at me.

"Shhhhhuuuuohhhhh. Yeah suck it...all of it. Remember the last time I saw you in those shorts, baby? Yeah, I bet you do. You wore those just for me, right? You are such a fucking tease. You know what you do to me..."

Ah yes. The stock room back at HDC Motors. Standing on a step ladder, trying to reach a box of parts for Dominic. Two very large hands grabbed my ass - then pulled me off the stool. Colin's mouth on mine. His hands unfastening his belt, and pushing his zip down. "Take em off," he growled in no uncertain terms, pointing at my shorts. I pushed them down, kicked them away, and was about to remove my tank - but Colin must have decided I was moving too slow. He ripped it off with one fluid motion. Gasping at his intensity and primal force, I backed away from him.

"C'mere. No more games." Colin's eyes were dark pools of lust, daring me to disobey. I was whisked from my feet and placed on top of a paint drum. His motor-greased hands pawed at my breasts, kneaded the flesh of my butt. His lips and teeth were at my neck and throat, tasting - nipping, licking.

"Colinnnnn...oh please...now - baby. Put it in me....make me dirrrrrty..."

I didn't have to ask twice. 

Sweaty bodies having at one another in the stuffy space where part inventory was kept. Like teenagers in the school janitorial closet, getting a piece before study hall. It was quick and nasty. He plowed his cock into me and kept pumping in and out, till he came - with no care as to my pleasure.

When he was spent, he pulled out and leaned back on a tower of shelving. Still out of breath, he shook his head and started to apologize. I interrupted his heartfelt words with giggling, which - by the look on his face - insulted him greatly.

"Hee hee hee, oh - I'm so sorry darlin...but look at me? How am I supposed to get out of the shop without a shirt? I don't think the customers in the showroom would appreciate me streaking through there - with black palm prints on my breasts."

"I dunno, bout that. May help make a few sales!" His disposition changed immediately, and he chuckled as he retrieved a HDC Motors T-shirt from a cabinet. 

After helping me down from the drum and helping me get myself arranged, he held me close - attempting to apologize again. I whispered, "I knew you were back here watching me," pulling a small bag of parts from my pocket, "this is what Dominic needed. I wasn't really looking for anything on that shelf. Can you be a bit more prompt next time? I thought I was gonna suffocate in here!" "You little tease!" he spanked my ass and I squealed as I tried to get away...

"God, your mouth is like a fucking vacuum. Huuunnnpfh - yeah - take it all!" 

His body went rigid and his warm thick seed spurted down my throat. Wiping my mouth on my forearm, I teased, "You say I talk too much? Geez Colin!" 

We lay there moments more, spooned together - his fingers wound into mine. 

Lazily, silently, we touched and caressed. The only sounds heard where lips kissing skin and the creaking of the leather seats. Pulling my leg over his, he undulated his hips against my ass. I didn't think he could do it, but he managed one more hard-on for me. Pushing himself into my weeping hole from behind, I purred with satisfaction. His fingers trailed to my clit, touching, rubbing until I was babbling nonsense and curling my toes.

How long we went at it that last time, I don't know. I could have felt that delicious sensation of his length sliding in and out of me forever. No parting words were spoken. Everything that needed to be communicated was done so by the joining of our bodies.

I was happy that Dino's Spin the Bottle game led us here. In retrospect, I felt a sense of closure to some unfinished business between us. I went to bed that evening sated, sore, and alone. Just a few more days until I could see Hando again, however irritated I was at him - I still missed him. I twisted the ring on my left finger and dropped off, thinking of him...of Colin...of our world...