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Penelope stared at Colin from across the pub. He seemed to be sweating a little bit. It was unseasonably warm for May and the pub was crowded. And yet, as a chill trickled through her limbs, she wanted nothing more than to march up to him and lick the sweat off his forehead and then trail her tongue down his neck, until she reached his shirt, which she would rip off, and keep trailing her tongue down, tasting his chest hair and his abs and then–

Fuck.

“Christ, you look like you can use a drink,” Eloise scoffed. “What’s taking those two so long anyway?”

“We sent a man to do a woman’s job,” Francesca chimed in. “It’s to be expected.”

Penelope swallowed dryly and nodded, offering a weak smile. “I’m sure they just got caught up.”

She watched from afar as Colin spoke animatedly with Benedict, the two of them waiting patiently at the bar for their turn to order drinks. The navy T-shirt he wore clung tightly to his biceps as he gestured to his brother, pantomiming what Penelope assumed was the story of how they managed their new furniture delivery the previous weekend. The new sofa almost got stuck in the doorway, but Colin and the movers were able to strategically angle it and reattach the legs once it was inside their new flat.

After taking a few deep breaths, Penelope managed to calm down and chat with Eloise, Francesca, and a newly arrived Anthony and Kate. Before she knew it, a large glass of Cabernet was slid towards her across their high top table, along with a shot of some sort of amber liquid. She looked up into her fiancé’s eyes. He winked at her, sending a shiver down her spine that went straight between her legs. She throbbed.

Anthony rolled his eyes as Benedict forced a shot into his hand. There was a lot of lively ribbing amongst siblings about him being an old, boring, married dad now. Penelope was hardly paying attention, the voices sounding faraway, like she was under water. She stared down at her drink taking deep breaths, trying to push her heightened arousal to the back of her brain. It certainly didn’t help with Colin’s chest pressed up against her shoulder, the vibrations of his laughter rippling throughout her body, causing her to clench.

Ultimately, shots were taken. Penelope was grateful to have some alcohol immediately in her system. She sipped at her wine. All of this felt like a bad idea, but she couldn’t help it. Colin’s hand was on her waist as he chatted with Anthony now. His large, warm palm pressing into the indent of her body where her curves drastically took shape, flaring out at her hips. Hips that his thigh was pressed up against from the side.

“You okay, love?” 

The sound of his voice, low and honeyed, stoked the flames she’d been trying to subdue. Her lips trembled slightly.

“Um, yeah. Just need another drink.”

“I can–”

“No, I’m alright,” she interrupted. “I’ll grab the next round.” She reached over and clutched Eloise’s arm. “We will.”

Colin’s brow furrowed at her strange behavior as Eloise stumbled, falling in line behind the tiny redhead.

“Ow,” she complained, yanking her arm out of Penelope’s grasp as they wove their way towards the bar. “You know, you have a perfectly good fiancé who would have come with you.”

The music started to bump a little bit louder, clouding her already foggy thoughts. She hated feeling like her brain function was delayed. At the current moment it was partially from the alcohol, partially due to the fact that other parts of her body were fighting her brain for control.

“I just needed to step away, that’s all. And you’re my best friend, shouldn’t you want to come with me?”

Eloise flagged down the bartender and rattled off the list of drinks they needed, requesting a tray to bring them back over to their large party.

“Are you and Colin in a fight?”

“What?”

“Is that why you’re trying to get away from him? I thought you guys seemed fine, but–”

“N-no, we’re not fighting.”

“So then what is it?”

“It’s nothing. I just don’t feel well.”

Eloise scrunched her face up. “Well, far be it from me to tell anyone how to live their life, but then maybe you shouldn’t be drinking so much.”

Penelope rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, El. It’s nothing, honestly. I just think maybe I’m starting my cycle, drinking some wine won’t hurt.”

“You can’t be, you had your period the weekend before last, which is why you said you wanted to reschedule wedding dress shopping.”

“Oh.” Penelope’s heart fell through her stomach. Damn Eloise and her astuteness. “Yeah, maybe it’s just hay fever.”

Eloise narrowed her eyes. “You don’t have hay fever. You’re sweaty and twitchy.”

“Fuck, El. Just drop it. You really don’t wanna know.” Penelope whipped her hair around as she turned her attention back towards the bartender who was filling up a few pints for them.

“Oh bloody hell,” Eloise mumbled, resting her elbows on the counter and placing her face in her hands. “You’re ovulating, which means you’re–”

“Shut up!”

“He’s my bloody brother, I don’t exactly revel in discussing how horny you are for him in the middle of a godforsaken pub.”

“Eloise,” Penelope hissed, her face flushed beet red. “Would you keep your fucking voice down?” She glanced back at their group to make sure no one appeared to hear the outburst, which thankfully no one did.

“Look, I’m gonna say this and then I’m gonna pretend like it never happened,” Eloise said, reaching over to grab the tray from the bartender. “Just push him into the loo and pull his pants down if it gets it out of your system so we can have a somewhat normal night without you squirreling around like a powder keg about to go off like a rocket.”

Eloise turned on her heel, marching back over to the table, leaving Penelope alone with her jaw hanging off its hinges. She turned back around and let her head fall against her forearm splayed across the bar, the mixture of embarrassment and arousal swirling in her stomach like a bubbling cocktail of confusion.

“What’s wrong?” The familiar voice behind her broke her out of her spiral, followed by a large, warm hand squeezing her shoulder. Fuck.

“Oh,” Penelope squeaked, lifting her head and turning around to face him. “Hi.”

“Hi?” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “El said you needed something from me, what’s going on?” he asked, the same hand now coming up to cup her cheek. Her skin sizzled under his touch, her flush becoming more pronounced. Her entire body hummed to life as he stared her down.

“It’s nothing,” she said, shaking her head. “Just Eloise being dramatic. I’m good.” 

He studied her. “Are you sure? Because you do seem a little… off.”

So much for downplaying. She narrowed her eyes slightly. “I’m not off. I’m fine. See?” She forced a fake saccharine smile.

“Riiiight,” he dropped his hand from her face and crossed his arms. “You’re clearly hiding something, but I’m struggling to understand why you’re hiding it from me. El? Sure. Me? No.”

She eyed his biceps, now bulging out of the confines of his T-shirt. The thing is, Colin used to be a lot softer, and she loved him all the same. Penelope loved every single version of Colin. Loving him was as easy as breathing, sometimes easier, especially when her mother was forcing her into ungodly shapewear that siphoned all the air from her lungs. And yet, she couldn't help but swoon over this version of the man who started running and lifting and by god, he had muscles and abs now, and she loved him when he was soft but she also loved him when he was firm. And god, he was firm.

Her eyes widened when she realized she was lost in her dirty train of thought and hadn’t bothered responding yet.

“Can you please not cross your arms like that?” she squeaked out.

His arms loosened and hung limply by his sides. “Why are you–”

“Just stop,” she begged. “Seriously, let’s go back over there and have another drink. I swear I’m fine, your sister got in my head about something dumb. Let’s move on.”

She didn’t wait for a response or waste more time focused on his puzzled expression before she scampered away. The second she reached the table, she grabbed a fresh glass of wine and took a large gulp. Benedict clocked her and raised his eyebrows.

“Atta girl.”

“Oi,” Colin smacked the back of his brother’s head as he approached from behind. “Stop staring at her like that.”

“I’m not staring,” Benedict defended, rubbing the spot Colin hit. “I’m admiring. Pen can really throw em back.”

Colin smirked and tried to wrap an arm around her waist, but she shrugged him off.

“Sorry, it’s hot in here,” she murmured at the wounded look on his face. She reached up to tap his cheek with her fingers, hoping that showing him a minor amount of affection would gloss over her odd behavior.

“S’fine,” he shrugged, grabbing his pint and mozying away to talk to Kate and Anthony at the other end of the table. Penelope bit her lip as she watched him walk away, her gut bubbling with shame.

Over the next half hour, she tried. She really tried. Francesca had just started seeing someone, a guy named John, so there were lots of questions about what kind of dates were sustainable for two very quiet people and whether or not he intended to move back to Scotland or if she would go with him.

“It’s only been three dates, can I live?”

“How many kids does he want?” Eloise asked in a tone that suggested she was doing an impression of their mother.

“Bite me.”

Penelope smiled and laughed, sipping her third glass of wine, stealing glances towards the other end of the pub, where Colin and Anthony had moved to have what seemed like a private conversation. It was rare for Anthony, a new dad, to be out of the house like this. He seemed stressed. In an interesting role reversal, even from far away, it seemed like Colin was comforting his older brother. God, it was so fucking hot. This man would be the death of her.

A few moments later, she watched Kate roam up to them, Anthony smiling at his tired wife and wrapping an arm around her waist. Colin smiled and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. They both looked exhausted, and it seemed they were desperately in need of a pep talk. Everyone in the family knew who to go to when they needed their spirits lifted. It was Colin.

The bones in Penelope’s body began to rattle. Her stance became weaker, her knees almost buckling at the thought of what this kind, generous, thoughtful man could do to her in bed. She began to sweat, a bead trickling across her forehead, disappearing into her eyebrow, which she then wiped away.

Guzzling the last few sips of her wine, she let the glass fall to the table with a loud thud, and made her way over to her target.

“Hi,” she said, sidling up to Colin’s side like a cat. “Sorry to cut in.”

“Nonsense,” Anthony said, tightening his hold around Kate as Colin’s hand found her waist again. “You’re always welcome. Especially if you’re still planning on getting hitched to this one,” he finished, gesturing dramatically at his brother.

“Fraid so,” she joked as Colin rolled his eyes playfully. “I kind of like him.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll pass,” Kate quipped.

“Charming,” Colin said, shaking his head.

“Oh please,” Kate said, giving his shoulder a light shove. “You know I’m kind of obsessed with you. If things hadn’t worked out with Anthony, you were definitely next on my list.”

Anthony scoffed at that. “You know, I’m standing right here. So is Penelope.”

Kate shrugged. “She gets it.”

Penelope bit her lip. “Yeah, I kind of can’t blame her.” The breath she was taking stopped in her throat when Colin dug his fingers into the flesh of her waist. She was going to melt into a puddle. She grabbed his hand, hoping to loosen his grasp on her and allow her to get some oxygen into her lungs, but instead he turned his hand over, his fingertips grazing the inside of her palm. His touch left a trail of fire in its wake. She looked down, wondering if her hand had fallen off from the contact alone. Her entire body was aching now.

“Um, I just… Can I talk to you for a moment?” 

“Of course.”

Anthony clapped a hand on his back and the two tired new parents wandered away to find the rest of the siblings back at the table.

“What’s–”

Before he could finish, Penelope grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hallway near where the toilets and the old payphones used to be, now just a wall covered in flyers and photographs.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on with you? You’re–”

“Shut up,” she said, shoving his shoulders against the wall with a force that caused a few frames to rattle. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Me!? I’m–”

Without wasting another second, Penelope pushed herself up on her toes and grabbed Colin’s neck, pulling his face down to meet hers in a searing kiss. She pressed her body up against his as the heat generated between them sizzled, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues met, sweeping across one another in a dance both familiar and exciting all the same.

Holding herself up on her toes proved difficult, so she fell back down to flat feet, causing them to separate with a wet smack, before Colin’s lips followed her. He bent over to trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck, his hands pawing at her skirt covered bottom. Her heart felt like it was trying to crack its way through her ribcage.

Penelope couldn’t have cared less that they were in a hallway. She moaned loudly as his lips left a blistering kiss on her pulse point.

“So this is what you needed?” he mumbled as he nipped at her earlobe.

“Colin” she begged, her hands trailing up his back, grabbing at his shoulders. “I need you.”

“You have me, love.” He pulled back to look at her, one of his hands coming up to cup her cheek.

“No, I… I need you to fuck me.”

His eyes went wide. “Pen–”

“Right now. In the loo when whoever is in there comes out.”

Colin laughed as he grabbed her face between his hands. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.” Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She knew her dress was low cut, but respectable enough. Now in the moment, she tugged at the material, pulling it down just enough for the edge of her lacy bra to be visible. Colin’s eyes tracked her movements, locking on the expanse of creamy skin exposed on her chest.

“You’re testing my restraint.”

“I’m not testing, I’m offering myself up to you.”

Colin smirked and leaned down, brushing his lips against hers again. He spread his stance a bit wider so she could slot in against him, her hips leaning into his thighs.

“What’s got you so worked up, love? You can’t even wait until we get home?” he asked huskily, sending another chill down her spine and straight into her knickers.

She moved one of her legs to his other side, essentially straddling his thigh, and tilted her hips up so she was pressing her hot center against him. His hand on her cheek moved to tangle in her hair.

“I’m ovulating. I can’t help it, I want you so badly.”

Colin laughed into her mouth. “You’re ovulating? That’s why you’re being such a menace tonight?”

“Shut up!”

“I just feel bad that I didn’t realize. Everything’s been so hectic with the move and all the wedding planning, I must have lost track.”

“Seems that way.”

“You know I love Egg Drop Pen.” He grinned down at her.

Penelope whimpered at his nickname for her occasional cyclical ferality, pressing her face into his chest, clenching her thighs around him. “So will you please take care of me?”

His hands come up to caress her upper back. “Baby–”

“Please don’t call me that right now,” she whined, her head whipping up to glare at him. “Not unless you actually intend on fucking me in the loo any minute now.” She kept her voice low to avoid risk of being overheard. They were regulars here and she didn’t want to get them banned.

“Love,” he sighed, grabbing her face again. “We are two grown adults with our own flat that we share. We don’t have to do it in a toilet, we can just go home and do it in our bed.”

She shook her head desperately. “I don’t think I can make it that long. I feel like I’m gonna die.” Her hands slid up his chest, grasping onto his shoulders as she ground her hips down against him. “I’m so wet, I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”

Colin groaned into her hair as he buried his face in her locks, breathing her in heavily. “God, you’re trouble.”

Without thinking, one of her hands roamed down his body and palmed the bulge in his jeans, adding enough pressure for him to seize up. “I know you want me too. You always do.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. 

On her toes again, she kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She broke away briefly and whispered against his mouth, “I need you inside me. Now.”

“Jesus, Pen.”

Her lips stole his again, begging him to retaliate. She wanted him to swallow her whole.

And then he pushed her off of him. “Pen, we can’t.” He was panting. “We’re in public. And whoever is in there,” he gestured his head towards the door of the toilet. “Doesn’t seem to be interested in coming out anytime soon. And I’m not sure I’d want to be the first one in there after the fact.”

She couldn't help but laugh at the painful truth in front of them. “Take me home. Please. We’ll tell them I’m not feeling well, I don’t–”

“Done.” 

With that, he grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall. Penelope’s head was spinning from how quickly they went from snogging and dry humping in a secluded hallway to winding through a crowded noisy pub. The sweat on her skin clung to her clothing as it brushed against other patrons they tried to squeeze through. Another thing she was grateful to Colin for. His larger stature made it easy to push through a crowd, while she trailed safely behind him, her hand clutched in his death grip.

“Hey, I think we’re gonna…” Colin started as they approached the table, finding Daphne newly joined with the family.

“We made it!” Daphne said. “God, I thought we were never gonna make it out of there.”

“Daph,” Colin greeted, leaning down to offer his favorite sister a quick hug. “I wish we could stay, but–”

“No, you can’t leave now! We just got here and we never get to join for pub nights anymore.”

“Hey, you lot are the ones who wanted to have two whole ass children,” Eloise said.

“Yes, and we love them dearly, but that doesn’t mean we don’t need adult time.”

Penelope’s body was vibrating from where she stood practically hiding behind Colin. She was still unbelievably worked up and needed him to get her out of that pub immediately.

“Look, we’re really happy to see you guys, but–”

At that moment, Simon reappeared with their drinks, placing a small glass in his wife’s hands. “Hello all.”

Once further pleasantries were exchanged, Colin squeezed Penelope’s hand and took a deep breath. He clearly didn’t want to be obvious about their abrupt departure.

“Okay, fine,” Daphne started. “Now that all of the adult siblings are here, I wanted us to all be out so we could celebrate properly together when I tell you all… I’m pregnant!”

“No way!”

“Christ, three kids under four?”

“That’s amazing!”

“Congratulations!”

Penelope internally groaned. Of course she was happy for Daphne and Simon, but her body was still on fire and she knew with this latest development, she was no closer to getting the fuck out of this pub.

After Colin hugged his sister and brother-in-law, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I’m sorry. We’ll just stay a little bit longer, but then I promise, we’ll go.”

She offered a tight smile and nodded. “It’s fine. It’s a big deal, I get it.”

The pained look Colin gave her as he stood up to full height, eyeing her cleavage, showed that he seemingly cared a bit less about his sister’s third pregnancy than he needed to pretend.

Penelope needed to put space between her and Colin if she was going to survive. She managed to step around to the other side, nestling herself in between Francesca and Kate. They might be the most astute amongst the Bridgerton women, but they were also tactful and understood Penelope’s generally quiet nature. They wouldn’t push the way Eloise or Benedict would.

What proceeded was the absolute longest half hour of Penelope’s entire life. She stole glances at Colin across the table as often as she could, occasionally catching his eye, but having to immediately look away. The hunger in his eyes caused a swooping sensation in her belly, she thought she was going to fall over for a second.

“Woah there,” Francesca said, holding her steady. “You good?”

“Mhmm, yeah. I think maybe I should switch to water.”

“Good call.” Francesca reached over for one of the glasses of water and passed it over to Penelope. “Some pretzels too. Good for the stomach.”

Penelope anxiously tapped her foot on the floor as she gnawed on a pretzel, trying to keep her gaze away from the man with a magnetic pull on it. It was a nearly impossible task. She couldn’t stop thinking about his hands, his lips, his tongue. She wanted them on her, in her, all over her.

After a reasonable amount of time had passed, she made her way back over to him, stepping behind him from where he was talking to Simon, placing a soft hand on the small of his back. She felt him stiffen under her touch.

“–anyway, we were actually gonna head out when you guys got here, but now it’s definitely time to go,” Colin said to his brother-in-law as he pivoted to pull Penelope into his side. “Long day, moving stuff and all.”

“Boooo,” Eloise called out from across him, throwing a pretzel stick his way. Colin being Colin, he managed to catch it and toss it in his mouth.

“Yeah, we should get home too,” Anthony said.

“Thank fucking god,” Penelope mumbled, pressing her face into Colin’s arm. 

“I’m calling an Uber right now,” Colin said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Hang in there.”

Five minutes later, Colin leaned into the front window of a blue sedan, conversing briefly with the driver, before he stepped back with a grin and opened the door, ushering Penelope into the backseat. 

As soon as Colin shut the door behind him, the engine hummed along through the streets of London, lights flashing by, dancing like bright paint splatters across Penelope’s porcelain skin. Colin stared at her from across the backseat.

“I can’t take it,” she whispered, reaching a hand out for him, entwining their fingers. His warmth calmed her as he glided towards her across the leather seats. “Kiss me.”

His lips were on hers in an instant, pressing her entire body into the corner of the car, his hand grabbing at her thigh. She moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it with his tongue. No matter how satisfying their kisses were, Penelope’s panting continued, her breathing growing more and more shallow. It was almost painful.

“I–” she murmured, not quite sure what to say to him as he trailed his tongue down her neck, licking at the skin. “I need–” The vibration of his laughter against her skin snapped her back to reality for a moment. “Colin, we’re in an Uber.”

“It’s okay.” He nibbled at her earlobe. “Gave him a hundred quid to play music and not to look back here.”

Before she even had a moment to process, her mind went completely blank. They were stopped at a traffic light, the red glow painting them in an ironic hue as Colin slipped his hand from her thigh under the lace of her knickers and traced gently over her clit.

Penelope clamped her mouth shut to jail the whine that attempted to break free. She gripped onto both of his shoulders as her hips bucked against him.

“More,” she begged breathily as Colin rotated his hand so he could rub her fully with two fingers, adding more pressure. His lips continued their journey on her neck, littering her skin with sensual kisses. 

She was trying so hard to be quiet, but failing miserably. “Ohmigod,” she squeaked when his middle finger roved down and tapped at her entrance before sliding in. “Colin.”

“S’good?” His voice was low and urgent. 

“Yes,” she gasped quietly into his mouth as he slid two fingers into her, hooking them just right. It was ecstasy. Her entire body clenched up, she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. Most of Colin’s body was covering hers while his tongue swirled through her mouth and his fingers plucked at her, bringing her closer and closer to the finish line that she’d so desperately been seeking all night.

The drive to their flat was only a few minutes. The car continued speeding through the city as Penelope continued speeding towards her orgasm, with Colin in the driver’s seat. His thumb massaged her clit, moving over it in tight circles, just the way he knew she liked. He didn’t change anything. He just kept going. Kept pressing. Kept kissing her slowly, urging her forward, his fingers curved to perfection. She fluttered around him as she felt the edges of her pleasure creep up on her. Her belly tightened.

She whimpered into his mouth. He knew it was coming. Pulling away from her lips, he whispered in her ear. “Just breathe. Come for me.”

At his words, she lurched forward, her mouth clamping down onto his shoulder to muffle her cries as her pussy clamped down on his fingers at the same time. The tightening in her body finally released, letting her float into peace for the first time all evening. Colin’s hand stroked at her hair as he rubbed her clit slowly, giving her a moment to come back to herself. 

Trying to compose themselves somewhat naturally was a task, but they managed. The car pulled up to their new building, Colin offering Penelope his right hand and closing the door behind them with it as well. The twinkling of the nearest streetlight illuminated the glistening wetness coating his left hand. A small smile pulled at Penelope’s lips at the sight.

When they made it into the lift, Penelope pulled his arm towards her and sucked his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, releasing him with a pop.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Featherington.”

“That’s soon to be Mrs. Bridgerton to you.”

“Fuck.”

They only had four more floors to go, but he attacked her lips, pulling her entire body off the ground for a moment before the lift dinged and released them onto their floor. Colin’s hands jingled the keys to their front door as they sped down the hallway. Penelope leaned against the door and practically fell inside once he unlocked it, yanking him inside with her.

“Fucking hell, Pen,” he groaned as his hands threaded into her hair, their mouths essentially fused together at this point. They pawed at each other like animals, the heat of the night absorbing them further into its twisted insanity.

As soon as she managed to bunch up his shirt trying to pull it over his head, he grabbed her by the thighs and hoisted her onto their new entry table, spreading her thighs so he could grind against her.

“Yes, baby,” he groaned into her neck as he pressed his bulge into her center.

“God, I’m so horny.” Penelope tugged at his hair to pull his lips back to hers. “Please fuck me. Right now.”

Colin smiled against her lips. “Christ, I love Egg Drop Pen.”

“Shut up and make me come.”

And then he was gone, sunk down in front of her onto his knees. He pushed her skirt up and tugged the gusset of her knickers to the side so he could get his tongue on her. He licked a thick stripe up her slit, earning a strangled cry from Penelope. 

He paused to look up at her. “You don’t have to be quiet anymore.”

Under normal circumstances, she’d have attempted a witty response, but his tongue was doing the swirling thing around her clit and for several minutes she lost speech and motor function abilities.

Penelope moaned and swore, pulling intensely at Colin’s hair while his lips and tongue sucked, flicked and slurped her six ways to Sunday. The swooping in her belly returned quickly, pleasure like flames licking at her heels. Her hips gyrated against his face, chasing the release she needed like she needed air.

“Mhmm. So good, baby.”

His blue eyes popped open at the praise, catching her in his gaze as his tongue circled her faster. With a smirk, Penelope dragged her thumb across his eyebrow softly, before sliding her fingers back and into his scalp the way she knew drove him crazy. She watched his eyes briefly roll back before he sucked on her clit harder, sending her flying over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck,” she breathed as she gushed, the coil winding within her snapping fiercely as she cried out.

He released her with a lewd slurping noise, standing up and pulling her soaking wet knickers all the way off her thighs and dropping them to the floor with a sick, heavy plop.

It was still dark in the flat, they hadn’t bothered turning on any lights. She could see the outline of him as he grazed his hands up her slides, thumbs stopping at the sides of her breasts to caress her over her dress while she panted deeply, trying to catch her breath.

“Good to know this new table is sturdy enough,” he said as he waited for her to be able to form words again.

The laughter that bubbled up in her chest made her feel even lighter than it normally did. Apparently falling in love with your best friend and getting eaten out by him in the foyer could have that effect on a girl.

Colin leaned down to grab her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist, hooking them behind his back as she nuzzled her face into his neck while he carried them into the bedroom. They tumbled gracelessly onto the bed together, entangled and entwined, laughing the whole way down, a mess of limbs and disorganized kisses.

Their clothes disappeared, slowly at first, then quickly and desperately.

“Are you still so fucking horny for me, Pen?” Colin asked as he rolled on top of her, spreading her thighs so he could slot in between them.

“Baby, yes,” she moaned. “Need you so bad.”

“How bad?” He ground his hips against her.

“Fuck, you’re so hard.” She reached between them to stroke him. His eyes shut tightly as she pumped him a few times.

“I’m hard for you. Are you wet for me?”

Pausing her movements, she chuckled for a moment at his question. “Colin.”

He smirked and slid two fingers into her, which they could both hear as they squelched inside of her.

“Does that answer your question?”

“Still soaked. How does someone even get this wet?”

“You make me fucking crazy. I’m the English Channel for you.”

Grinning down at her, Colin pressed his lips against hers as he pulled his fingers out and resumed grinding against her, the tip of his cock nudging at her clit.

“God, I love how feral you get when you’re ovulating.”

“It’s not sexy when you say it like tha–” The words died on her tongue before she could finish as he pushed inside of her, immediately burying himself as deep as he could go, their hips flush with one another. “God,” she whimpered.

“You wanna see God?” His stupid fucking smirk should be illegal. “Why didn’t you say so?”

It was a tale as old as time. Small girl, big guy, insane sex. But with Penelope and Colin, it was another level of ecstasy when he stretched her open, pushing her to her limits. Every single time he was inside of her, it was like she was seeing the world anew for the first time, fireworks blasting behind her eyelids.

The thrusting began immediately and intensely. Colin spread her open, one hand hooking under the back of her knee and lifting her up slightly so he could fuck her deeper, his strokes fast and hard. She lurched up the bed with each of his movements.

“I’ve been dreaming about this pussy all night,” he grunted out. “When you asked me to fuck you in the toilet… Christ, Pen. You’re so naughty.”

Her walls fluttered and clenched around him. Colin was the king of dirty talk. Something she never knew she liked, until she heard the most unspeakable things coming out of Colin Bridgerton’s mouth while he was inside of her. Unsurprisingly, her opinion on the matter quickly changed.

“I wanted you to. I would have let you do anything to me. I always will.”

Colin moaned at that and bent down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue roving around the sensitive tip as she cried out under him. “When you wear dresses that have your tits practically hanging out. Fuck, baby, you know what you’re doing to me.”

She smirked as he kissed down the valley of her breasts and then back up her chin to claim her lips, his tongue tracing her bottom lip before she opened up, inviting him inside again. After they broke apart, she whined when he circled his hips in time with his movements.

“What about you in your stupid little slutty T-shirt? Did you really not think I would get wet looking at you?”

His smile could have blinded her. She’d have continued speaking, but suddenly her tongue went numb inside her mouth. The heat simmering in her belly turned into an inferno. His cock was pushing against that spot deep inside of her that turned her bones to jelly. Pleasure began to tingle in each of her extremities.

“Right there,” she breathed out. “Oh god, Colin, please.”

“C’mon, baby. Show me how gorgeous you are when you come.”

Her hand slid clumsily down her body, finding her clit above where he was pounding into her and started to play with herself as she felt the early warning signs of an orgasm. Her cunt was hot and slick, clenching around him, ready to lose control.

“Harder, harder.”

Without missing a beat, Colin leaned forward resting his weight on his forearms and snapped his hips harder, pushing into her with all of his might.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, her hand blurring across her clit as she arched her back, trembling underneath him, her entire body clenching, shaking, and releasing with delight, floating up into the clouds and heavens above. “Oh god,” she mumbled.

“Fuck, fuck, feels so fucking good,” Colin moaned into her neck. “Your pussy feels so good.”

One of her arms splayed out limply beside her, Penelope panted to catch her breath as Colin continued chasing down his own orgasm, thrusting desperately into her for a few more moments before he spilled his hot seed inside of her, crying out her name, and collapsed on top of her.

There was no way to know how long they laid like that, breathless, sweaty, sticky, and completely satiated. Colin moved first, pulling back slowly as his softening cock slipped out of her. He laughed at the amount of his cum that dribbled out of her.

“Shit,” he mumbled, scrambling out of bed. Penelope rolled onto her side so it would catch in her thighs and not ruin the sheets. Colin came back a moment later with a wet flannel and a T-shirt of his for her to throw on. Once he cleaned her up, he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and climbed under the covers.

“We’re so good at that,” he joked, leaning back against the headboard. “I’m grateful for your IUD, but someday when you ovulate and we actually are trying to make a baby, it’s gonna be fucking wild.”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure it’ll be great fun to breed me.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” he said, reaching over and squeezing her ass lightly, earning a giggle from her lips.

“I think I need a quesadilla or something.”

Colin chuckled and ran a hand through her tangled hair. “You want me to order some food, baby?”

She nodded and curled into him as he pulled out his phone and opened the Postmates app.

“I need sustenance. I don’t think I’m done with you for the night, so you might want to double the order.”

“Have I told you yet today that you’re truly the perfect woman?” He scrolled until he found one of their local favorite restaurants, pulling up the menu.

“That’s why you’re marrying me.” Her fingers trailed across his stomach, swirling around the spattering of hair leading down to his bellybutton, her glittering engagement ring sparkling on her left hand. A reminder of her favorite day on planet earth so far, the moment Colin got down on one knee and asked her to be his wife. It was a great day.

“Six months is too long to wait though. Should we elope?”

“You’re just high on sex endorphins.”

“I’m serious.” He put his phone down briefly to look at her properly. “I just want to be married to you.”

Her heart swelled in her chest. She loved this ridiculous, pouting, emotional man so much. “And we will be. I promise. Six months is nothing in the grand scheme of things.”

Leaning over to press a kiss to her head, he sighed into her hair. “I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. Now will you please order my quesadilla so we can eat and fuck again?”

Picking up his phone, he couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. “Luckiest man on the planet.”

“Too right you are.”