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25 Days of CHRIS-mas

Day 16: Gingerbread Whorehouse

Summary: You and Colin have some festive food based fun

Pairing: Colin Shea (What’s Your Number?) x Readefr

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 1.9k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar Katie Stark and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

A/N: Reader is from Just A Little Witchful Thinking

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Day 15: Steve Rogers

You took a quick glimpse in the mirror. Your hair was curled, your lips a vibrant red. You wore nothing but the skimpy Christmas apron you'd found. You dipped your feet into your red pumps and smirked as you heard your apartment door open and shut.

“Babe?” Colin’s voice rang across the apartment and you walked to the doorway of the bedroom, leaning on it seductively.

"Right here." You smirked.

He stopped dead as he saw you, his eyes flicking down your body and back up again. “Dammed, Y/N.”

“Nice to see you, too!”

“Erm… well, fuck…” he stuttered as he crossed towards you. His hands reached up and gently fingers slid beneath the neck ties of your apron.

"That's the point." You whispered. Your painted red nails fiddling with the buttons of his dress shirt.

"Fuck, I..." his lips were quickly latched over yours, his tongue dipping into your mouth.

You'd been teasing him all day with suggestive texts as he spent the day travelling back with his parents but this, he hadn't expected. He backed you forcefully into the room, his hands making short work of the flimsy ties that held the apron to your body. You had nothing on under it and now all that remained were your heels.

In a flash, his hands hooked under your thighs and he lifted you off your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist as he tipped you backwards, falling over you into the bed.

A growl swept from his chest as your beasts bounced when he led you over your mattress. "Not fair teasing me like that." He nipped at you.

“Was pretty funny from my point of view.”

"You try hiding a boner from your mom all day,".

“I don’t have a dick.”

“You’re gonna have one in a minute.”

"Bout time."

Colin was quick to get out of his shirt, his abs and sculpted chest on full display as his denims hung low on his hips. A smattering of chest hair and happy trail teased you. Your hand smoothed up his skin and he groaned a little, his muscles twitching to your touch. You could feel the outline of his hard length against your thigh.

"I thought we were making cookies for the party tomorrow?" Colin spoke with a rasp as his hands curved over the smoothness of your thighs and calves.

“Plenty of time for that.” You leaned up and pressed your lips to his

"You're a naughty little thing," he crooned.

"Then make me nice," you winked.

Shoes and socks were toed off but as you went to kick your heels gone, Colin stopped you. "Leave them." He flicked his brow.

Warm lips pressed into your ankle, then your calf as thick fingers trailed lines up your forgotten leg. A nip to that soft skin on the inside of your knee before a delicious to your smooth inner thigh made you shiver.

“Someone’s eager,” his breath was hot on the apex of your thigh

"You've been gone a few days. I missed you." You sighed.

"Awe, you're cute." He laved at the skin near your mound.

“Shut up.”

"Don't move." He smirked wickedly. Colin popped off your bed and disappeared into the living room. He quickly re-emerged with a pipe of white frosting in his hand. He tossed it to the bed and stripped of his jeans.

“We’re supposed to decorate the gingerbread with that.” You watched as he pushed his boxers down, his cock springing free.

"Plenty of time," he mimicked your sentiments earlier. "This is payback for those texts."

“Icing?” You snorted.

His naked body crowded yours as he picked up the piping bag, "yep."

He squeezed the tube over your nipple, the cool sugary coating covering your skin. His eyes locked on yours, he dipped his head and gently sucked the sticky substance from your breast. It wasn’t long before he had used up the entire bag and you were a sticky, whimpering mess underneath him, begging him to finally fuck you.

You’d only been doing this for two months, admissions of your mutual attraction being made when you’d fucked on the roof top at Halloween. Whilst you knew the pair of you were exclusive, you hadn’t labelled exactly what your relationship was. That said, he’d spent the last few days at his parents’ cabin in Vermont and it had surprised you just how much you’d missed him. Which could also explain the heated texts you daringly sent.

"Colin...." your tone was one of pleading and he smirked knowing he had you right where you needed to be.

Tossing the frosting bag over his shoulder he reached for your end table, where he knew you kept the back up condoms. Pulling one out of the box, he sat back on his heels as he tore the foil packet open and rolled it down his shaft with a groan, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth.

You watched as he lined himself up and gently pressed in, his hands pressed into the mattress at your his as he thrust forward.

“Oh, fuck.” You squeaked a little, as he pulled back and drove back in with another powerful rut.

"Jesus Christ, babe," he groaned. Colin took you by the ankle and outstretched your leg against his chest, driving into you.

The slight change in your position meant he could drive a little deeper, the roughness of his lines grinding against your clit with each thrust and dirty grind he gave.

"Fuck, I missed this," he managed as you whined.

"Feels so good," you arched your back away from the mattress.

“Yeah?” He drove into you as hard as he could, his hand sliding round the back of your neck, roughly pulling your face back to his, bending your body into a shape you had no idea it could make.

"Yeah," you simpered. "Oh fuck, right... Right there, baby."

Every ridge and throb the two of you had deep inside was felt and given the foreplay and pre-show you filled his feed with, neither of you would hold out long. But something told you this was only round one.

With a loud wail, that you knew full well dog-fucker downstairs would hear; you came, your body shaking violently.

"Argh fahk," Colin's hips stuttered as he squeezed your leg against his torso. He, too, came hard, swearing the condom was gonna bust he filled it so full. Dropping your leg, he collapsed clumsily on top of you, his chest heaving.

“Colin?” You hummed, your hand sliding into his hair.

"Yeah?"

“Before, when you said you missed this…”

“Hmmm?”

“Did… actually, forget it.”

"Hey," he kissed you softly, "what?"

“I erm, I just… well, did you miss me as well? Not just…”

"Not just sleeping with you?" He chuckled, rolling to his side as he curled next to you, his finger trailing over your taught belly, "yeah, I did."

You shook your head and groaned, “I’m sorry, that probably came across really needy.”

Now he sat up, "Y/N, why would you say that?"

“I don’t know, I just don’t want you feeling like I’m trying to crowd you or something.” You shrugged, “I just, well, I missed you. A lot more than I expected to.”

He looked at you for a moment his eyes searching for something. Then he sat up, slipped his boxers back on and handed you his shirt, extending his hand. Then he smirked, "You're my girlfriend, why would you think you're crowding me?"

“Your… I… what?” Your head emerged from the neck hole of his shirt, sex missed hair all over the face as you took his hand and he pulled you to your feet.

He smiled proudly, a little blush to his cheeks, "my girlfriend... If you want to be that is. Y/N, you make me pretty happy. After Halloween, it just clicked and felt right. All that time we've spent together.”

“No, I mean yes, I do I just… I didn’t want to label it too fast and scare you off.” You averted your eyes, inwardly groaning.

"We don't have to label anything," he chuckled. "We just carry-on, the benefit of a relationship without the stress of it. I know what you mean to me and that's it." His hands collected at your hips, his lips bending into yours.

“But… if I wanted to be your girlfriend…”

"You are." He shrugged.

“Okay… erm…” you giggled a little and Colin laughed.

“You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

"Shut up." You slapped his chest.

"Don't we have gingerbread men to make?" He smirked, changing the subject. "I don't bake with just anyone."

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” You chuckled, “although I’m gonna need to make some more white icing.”

A sly expression moved over Colin's face, "will you do it naked?"

“What?”

"Will. You. Bake. Naked?" He emphasized his words with a kiss between each. "I kinda liked the apron stunt.”

“Not sure it’s particularly safe or hygienic.” You laughed, before you bit your lip, “but I suppose…I could…if you get naked too.”

Now it was your turn to smirk, "deal."

The batches took far longer than anticipated due to Colin and his particularly handsy baking skills but as you sat in his lap, his thick cock again stuffed inside you while he decorated his final batch, you nipped and kissed his neck and jaw.

“Is this how you normally decorate cookies?” He groaned as you nibbled at the short whiskers of his stubble.

“Well, considering I’ve only done this with my family before, no.” You gave your hips a little wiggle and you felt Colin slip a little.

“Jesus, how do you expect me to decorate these damned things when you’re doing that?”

"Maybe we should be done?" You suggested.

"But I haven't finished my masterpiece."

“Your….” You turned your head to look at the table over your shoulder and gave a loud snort of laughter as you saw what he’d done.

"You fucked the gingerbread men," you laughed hysterically in his lap. "That's, it's... Creative, I'll give you that."

You glanced at the two cookies arranged in a doggy style pose, stuck together with huge globs of white icing.

“Well, he looks happy.” You giggled at the huge icing smile on the “givers” face.

“Course he’s happy, you seen how much cum there is, babe? Dude got his rocks off big time.”

"You're filthy."

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

You gave a little roll of your hips. "You've turned my cookies into whores, babe."

He chuckled as his hands dropped the bag of icing and curled round your waist.

“And as amusing as it is, we can’t serve those at the party tomorrow. It ruins the aesthetic.” You looked at the perfectly decorated gingerbread house on the kitchen side counter and Colin followed your gaze.

“Sure we can, it’s a whorehouse. A gingerbread whorehouse.”

In a quick flash you were off his lap and turned facing his so-called masterpiece, your elbows bent and forearms splayed over the tabletop.

Colin’s lips gently kissed the back of your neck as his hands curled into your hips. “And now imma give you your own white Christmas.”

"Oh fuck." You felt his finger tips press into your hips. "Yes."

“And, if you get hungry halfway through,” the tip of his rubber encased cock prodded at your entrance, “there’s already snacks on the table.”

"Just fuck me already, 6A."

With a chuckle he burried himself inside you, his lips nipping at your neck.

“You got it 6C.”

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Day 17: Mr Freezy (The Iceman)

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Sensor Sweep: Viking Bikers From Hell, Lovecraft & Hemingway, Hadon of Ancient Opar

T.V. (Bare Bone E-zine): But Milius’ mark on Sutter’s creative process may go far beyond simple story and dialogue. A more concrete clue lies in Milius’ end credits when Miami Vice scenes and the superimposed B-movie episode title “Viking Bikers from Hell,” pseudonymously written in 1987 by Milius, flash across the screen with other clips from his filmography. Though Sons of Anarchy is stylistically, tonally, and philosophically different from Milius’ episode, it is not a leap to see how it put the gas in the tank of Sutter’s imagination.

Horror (DMR Books): One of Lovecraft’s earliest stories written as an adult is “Dagon.” After his ship is sunk by German U-boats, a castaway finds himself on an unknown island. There he encounters the title creature. This story is one of Lovecraft’s earliest and one of his lesser ones; however it still has elements of genuine terror.

Games (Walker’s Retreat): Ghost of Tsushima is out now. In case you missed it, it’s this: Yep, a game set during the Mongol invasion of Japan. Gameplay is very reminiscent of the well-regarded Breath of the Wild for the Nintendo Switch blended with the more recent Assassin’s Creed games. Yes, playing in Japanese with subtitles is an option, as is playing in Black & White for the Full Kurosawa effect. This has the Death Cult in games mad, especially when Japanese outlets have been positive about this game. The meme below summarizes aptly.

Fiction (Rough Edges): A while back, I read SON OF GRENDEL, a novella that’s a prequel to this full-length novel. Now I’ve read BATTLE FOR THE WASTELANDS, and it’s a fine post-apocalyptic yarn, just as I expected based on my enjoyment of the novella. It’s the future, of course, after some disaster that has left vestiges of what people call the Old World. The countries, states, and cities that we know are gone, but firearms technology remains (although at a much lower level for the most part) and dirigibles are still around.

RPG (RPG Pundit): The newest issue is out, and RPGPundit Presents #102: The Woodsman is a very short issue, but it’s also only 99 cents! In it, I present a brand new character class for Lion & Dragon, that can also be used in other OSR games: the Woodsman! This is essentially a non-magical ranger-style class, based on Medieval-Authentic concepts of what a Woodsman was and did. If you want to play a native English (or Welsh) character who has ability in hunting, trapping and wilderness lore, this is the way to go!

Lost Race (Cirsova): In Hadon of Ancient Opar he presents a tale of the Ice Age in Africa. Some readers will not care for the earthy, rough sexuality which still has the power to shock and disturb, despite the passage of decades. Willy Ley’s “Chad Sea” and “Congo Lake” (Engineer’s Dreams, 1954) are present here as Mediterranean-like basins, while cities of a Jakob Bachofen-type matriarchy (Mother Right, 1861) flourish all around. Hadon, a sports champ/gladiator, is to become king but is instead sent on a deadly mission, and we’re off into whitest Africa, with Rider Haggard’s characters Laleela and Paga appearing alongside the Hercules-like Kwasin and the mysterious “grey-eyed god” Sahhindar.

Writing (Wasteland & Sky): We’ve talked many times about the awful state of art right now in the modern world, but we haven’t offered much in the way of solutions aside from the obvious: just keep trucking. Today that changes as I introduce to you my newest book due out at the end of this month: The Pulp Mindset!

RPG (The Other Side): Astonishing Swordsmen & Sorcerers of Hyperborea (AS&SH) is more closely aligned with “Advanced Era” D&D, but its feel for me has always been more OD&D, though over the last few years I have been treating it as another flavor of Basic. I have mentioned in the past that I see AS&SH as a good combination of B/X and AD&D rules. Essentially it is what we were playing back in the early 80s.

Writing (Pulprev): Updated Call for Submissions: Pulp on Pulp. Misha Burnett and I are working on a free collection of essays for writers. Titled Pulp on Pulp, this collection offers practical advice on creating fun, fast-paced fiction. This collection is aimed specifically at writers who want to create pulp-style fiction, though writers from other genres may learn something new from this collection. This project is a labour of love, allowing writers to share everything they have learned.

Fiction (Tentaculii): Ernest Hemingway published his first novel in 1926, just as Lovecraft was writing “The Call of Cthulhu”. Over time Lovecraft’s star dimmed away almost to nothing, while Hemingway struck the world like a meteorite. So much so, that Robert Bloch once remarked that it was difficult to conceive that Lovecraft had actually been living and working in the same era as Hemingway. Another protege, J. Vernon Shea, also observed that… “Part of the reason for Lovecraft’s unpopularity with the literary critics of his day lay in the fact that mainstream literature, following Sherwood Anderson’s and Hemingway’s leads, was turning more and more toward simple sentences and action–packed narration”.

Non-fiction (Marzaat): In “Slaves of the Death Spider: Colin Wilson and Existentialist Science Fiction”, Stableford talks about Wilson’s Spider World series in a way that convinces me there’s probably not much of merit in them. He finds them not that original – specifically derivative of Star Wars and Murray Leinster’s “Mad Planet”. He finds it ironic that Wilson, who once accused science fiction of being fairy tales for adults who have not outgrown fairy tales, has written, inspired by his occult interests, a story that seems to suggest, a la L. Ron Hubbard’s Dianetics, that mankind’s salvation will come. In short, Stableford says Wilson neither delivers a new plot or anything conceptually satisfying.

Fiction (Jon Mollison): Celebrate your independence from authors that hate you, the good, the beautiful, and the true. You should pick up your copy of The Penultimate Men today, and I’ll tell you why. or starters, it includes a new Morty and Kyrus story from Schuyler Hernstrom. If you have read any Hernstrom, you already know his entry is worth the price of admission alone. In addition to that story, you get Jeffro Johnson’s inimitable break-down of the post-apocalyptic genre, a pair of tales from my own pen, and something you’ve never seen before.

Art (DMR Books): The artist, John Byrne, turned seventy today. I would reckon most DMR Books fans know him from his work on superhero comics like The X-Men and The Fantastic Four. However, Byrne has a long history of drawing heroic fantasy characters. Back in 1971, barely in his twenties, Byrne wrote and drew his first published comics story which was published by the Alberta College of Art and Design in Calgary. The protagonist of the comic was called “The Death’s-Head Knight” and the plot was firmly within heroic fantasy parameters. Check it out here.

Pulp Fiction (Adventures Fantastic): I read “The Black Gargoyle”. It was the cover story for the March 1934 issue of Weird Tales. It is available in the collection of the same name. Set on Borneo, the unnamed narrator and his companion, Martin Gow, are traveling upriver to join a museum expedition. They stop to rest at an outpost run by a man named Gomez. Gomez is an evil man, the very stereotype of the white oppressor. Gomez has given them a hut in which there are several skulls and a shrunken head on a shelf above the beds. Also staying in another hut are a man and his wife.

Pulp Fiction (Pulp Net): I have posted previously on the prolific H. Bedford-Jones (1887-1949), who is considered the “King of the Pulps,” having written over 800 short stories, 200 novels, and more. While he had several series of works with single characters, many of his longest series were instead around certain themes. Kind of fictionalized histories or docu-dramas. Many of these were done for Blue Book, one of the “Big 4” of pulps. The longest of these series was his “Ships and Men” series that ran for 34 parts from January 1937 to November 1939.

Fiction (Superversive SF): Probably the best known of the series, THE BLACK CAULDRON follows the Companions as they seek to stop Arawn from acquiring more cauldron born. It is very different from the Disney movie version. The silent, stalking soldiers cannot be slain but weaken the further they get from the land of the dead. The companions have a mission—steal the cauldron and destroy it. That’s not as easy as it sounds. However, the one who jumps in must know it will cost his life. One of Prince Gwydion’s main allies turns traitor, and one of Taran’s new companions is out for his own glory.

Culture Wars/RPG (Grey Hawk Grognard): Sometime over the last couple of days, Wizards of the Coast decided to put up the following disclaimer on all D&D products earlier than 5th edition, plus a few 5E items as well. Setting aside the typos and grammatical errors of this hastily-done disclaimer, I can’t say I’m surprised that Wizards of the Coast has decided to bend the knee to the SJW crowd.

Fiction (Pulp Serenade): Robert Silverberg’s criminal past has been coming to light—and I, for one, am thrilled, just as readers were undoubtedly thrilled decades ago. In 2011, Stark House Press republished two of the sci-fi master’s earliest novels, Gang Girl (1959) and Sex Bum (1963), both of which originally appeared under the pseudonym Don Elliott. These are from the heyday of smut paperbacks, a time when rising talent (like Silverberg, Donald Westlake, and Lawrence Block) were cutting their teeth on T-and-A-tastic yarns, honing their writing skills and getting paid for it.

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Summary: Colin Shea and his band Rock the Cradle are finally making it big - until something unexpected happens. When he meets a girl that makes him reconsider his player ways, he thinks his life may be coming together, until she blows it apart.

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. I do not own the character of Colin Shea; the rest are my original characters. By reading beyond this point, you understand the disclaimers as posted.

Chapter Two

“Hey Colin, you’re not the only one on the court! Pass the ball!”

Colin Shea dribbled once, jerking his head to the right, totally duping the defender trying to keep him from the basket. He took advantage of his opponent taking the bait and drove left, hitting a perfect layup.

“I believe that’s the win, gentlemen,” he said confidently, hands on hips, a broad smile across his handsome face. His spiky blonde hair was damp with sweat and he wiped his face on the front of his t-shirt, revealing defined abs.

“Come on man, best of three.” The other team was already lining up to start a new game.

“Fine,” he said, flashing the smile, ocean blue eyes sparkling. He tossed the basketball across to his opponent.

Colin’s team huddled up. “Look, I know you’re the leader of the band, but we’re supposed to be a team out here,” grinned Kevin, one of his teammates. His whole band was here – Mike, Evan and Spencer rounding out the five. “Let’s show them the razzle dazzle this time.”

Colin grinned. He loved razzle dazzle. At their meeting yesterday, the guys had agreed playing hoops was the best way to kill the nervous energy they all had for tonight, their first real shot at a recording contract. They’d played the same three bars for several years, developing a local following but never attracting any attention from anyone that could help them get further - until last week, when a producer from National Records had stopped in to Finnegan’s for a beer while in town for a conference. He was immediately drawn to the band on stage – young, full of energy and great musicians. The song they were singing was catchy but not familiar – could it be an original? They were almost too good to be true.

He’d caught them after they finished their set and got their story – high school friends that all had some kind of music in their background, and all believed they were good enough to live off their talent. They’d formed a band junior year of high school and had been together since. They’d all finished college but stayed together and continued to play. Their biggest claim to fame was playing the birthday party of the daughter of one of the Red Sox. Other than that, it was the three bars, some parties and lots of hope.

Tonight they’d discuss the potential to start the process of recording five original songs to be marketed by National. They’d tried streaming their music before, but this would give them an incredible boost. The next step would be a tour – the producer was considering hooking them up with two other bands that would head out for the summer. Come June, they’d be seeing the country on National Records’ dime. All of their hard work would finally pay off.

The other team inbounded the ball to start the third game, all of the players hyped and vocal. Spencer slapped the ball away from the opponent, bounce passing it to Kevin.

“Razzle dazzle!” he yelled, throwing the ball high to the hoop. Colin swooped in and reached up, dunking the ball with force. He saw Kevin throw his fist in the air just as he caught an opposing player with his leg, throwing him straight back. He landed flat on the cement, and everything went dark.

Serene. That was the only word Cori could use to describe it. She was surrounded by serenity. Soft golden light, crystal blue water and silence. Total silence. She began to walk towards a cliff, water as far as she could see sprawled across the horizon. She felt light, almost like a feather. Her steps were slow and steady. Only a few more and she’d finally be free of all the pain.

She reached the edge and stared below. Turquoise water, calm and inviting. The sky was golden. The air was warm. It felt as though she was enveloped in comfort. She imagined for a moment how good it would feel to sink into the still water below and readied herself for one last step.

She stopped for just a second to steady herself and lifted her foot but felt something on her arm. Looking over her shoulder, there was someone. Her view was a little hazy. A guy, she thought. He was tall, with blonde spiky hair, a sweaty t-shirt and baggy gym shorts, and the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen, more beautiful than the water below. The shirt bunched up around strong biceps. It sagged at the neckline, revealing the definition of his pecs, a silver chain and a tattoo with a few unreadable words peeking out. His nose was angled, a little crook at the top, and his lips were those of dreams – pink and pillowy. He was beautiful.

She took him in for a minute and assessed the situation. Was this the afterlife? Perhaps there really were angels. He certainly qualified. Maybe he was escorting her to the end.

“Don’t.” His voice was a deep baritone, just as sexy as he was. “Don’t take this step.”

She looked into those eyes and sighed. “Why?”

He hesitated – “it’s not time.”

She thought about that. He was mistaken. “It is,” she said. “Past time. Please let go. It’s what’s best, trust me.”

He tightened his grip a little, gently pulling her back toward him. “Not yet.”

She turned her body so she was facing him and she had to look up at him, taking in his broad shoulders. His hair was damp, his cheeks red like maybe he’d been running.

“Thank you, really, but I have to go. It’s ok.”

“No,” he said more sternly, pulling her a little closer.

She wasn’t angry or frustrated, just determined. “I have to go. It’s what’s best.” She tried to pull her arm away from him but she found herself in his embrace. She looked up and her nose was inches from his. His full lips were set in a grim line, his eyebrows scrunched with concern.

“Please,” she breathed softly. “I know you mean well. I just need to go. It’s too hard to stay. It hurts too much.” She felt a tear run down her cheek. Taking this last step would finally make the tears end.

He relaxed the frown a little, his face suddenly etched with concern. “What if this is just what’s easiest? What if there’s something you haven’t done yet? You’ll miss it.”

She let her head drop, the tears now flowing freely. “There’s nothing. There’s nothing for me,” she said, a soft sob escaping.

“I think you’re wrong. What if you’re wrong?” He pulled her a little closer, his strong arms now cradling her tightly.

She rested her head on his chest. It felt so good, so comfortable. His arms were so secure. He was warm and soft and despite the sweaty shirt, he smelled musky and masculine. It would be so easy to just relax into his embrace. But she didn’t deserve that.

She looked up at him and mustered a half smile. “Thank you. But I know. There’s nothing else for me. It’s all gone. I just want to go.” She tried her best to break out of his embrace but he wasn’t letting go.

“Not now. It’s not time.” He freed a hand to cradle her cheek, then pulled her face to his, his lips on hers. His kiss was warm and sweet and she felt as if she was floating on air. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss even more, wrapping her arms around his neck, fingers digging into his damp hair. It suddenly felt as if lightning was striking all around them. He pulled her so close she thought she might have become part of him. Her entire body was bathed in warmth, and then a chill enveloped her as he faded away –

“Clear!” She felt a jolt go through her, snapping her back to painful reality. Bright lights shown down on her. Every inch of her hurt. The pain was unbearable. She let out a scream and fell unconscious.

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Chapter Three

“Colin? Colin? You with me, man?”

He stirred, then became aware of intense pain in his back and neck. He let out a moan.

“There he is.”

He recognized Kevin’s voice. He slowly opened his eyes, his head pounding as he focused on the light. “What the hell?”

“It’s ok man, you’re gonna be ok. You scared the shit out of us.”

“Kevin!” Colin’s mom scolded him as she sat at the edge of his bed, holding his hand.

“Hi Honey, dad and I are here.”

“What happened?”

“We nailed the razzle dazzle but you got taken out,” said Kevin. “Landed on your head, which for you shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but it knocked you out. We lost you for a minute. Heart stopped and everything. Spencer got you back.”

Colin groaned. “Oh no, tell me he didn’t kiss me.”

“Look, when you’re dead, does it really matter? The guy saved your life. If mouth-to-mouth was involved, so be it.”

“Aah, gross!”

“Colin, for heaven’s sake, we’re just glad you’re still with us,” said his mom, smoothing the hair back from his forehead.

“You really did scare the shit out of us son,” said his dad, his mom slapping at dad’s hand for the profanity.

Their conversation was interrupted as a young nurse entered the room. “Mr. Shea, glad to have you back.”

Even severely concussed and in pain, Colin was on the prowl. “Are you here for my sponge bath? I can make everyone disappear,” he said with a crooked smile.

The nurse rolled her eyes. “We have a special nurse that takes care of those. I’ll have her paged. Her name is Agnes, she’s wonderful, been doing this for 50 years-“

Colin’s dad let out a belly laugh.

“That’s ok,” he said, all the cockiness gone. “I’ll just get some rest.”

“Right,” she said with a grin. She adjusted the IV bag on the stand next to his bed, wrote his vitals on the board for the next nurse and left the room.

Colin closed his eyes, then quickly opened them, springing up from the bed. He grabbed his throbbing head. “Dude, what time is it, we’re gonna be late!” He pulled the blanket away and tried to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Kevin stopped him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, lay back down. You’re not going anywhere.” His mother pulled the blanket back up to cover him.

“We’re gonna be late! We can’t miss this!” Colin said as he tried again to sit up.

“Colin, just lay down. We’re not going to be late. It’s ok.”

Colin laid his arm over his forehead and closed his eyes. “How long do we have? We’re supposed to be there at 6.”

Kevin chuckled at his bedside while he saw sadness in his mom’s eyes.

“What’s so funny?” said Colin.

“It’s Thursday. You lost three days, dude.”

He laid still for a second, considering what Kevin had said. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah. You’ve been out for three days. You took a hard hit. That Jordan dunk was worth it though, huh?”

Colin groaned. “No, no, no!” He rubbed his forehead and groaned again. “I can’t believe this. We’ll never get this chance again.”

“The producer said he’d try to get back with us but he was headed to L.A. for the next few months. He wished us luck. Look, all that matters is that you’re ok.”

His mother patted his hand. “Colin, it’s ok, just rest. The most important thing is that you’re ok and that you heal.”

“Damn,” Colin muttered under his breath. He’d been trying to gather his thoughts since waking up, everything still foggy. He remembered walking to the basketball court. He remembered their opponents asking for a best-of-3 game. He even remembered he was wearing his favorite Celtics t-shirt. And he remembered her.

“Kevin, were there any girls at the court? Watching the game?”

“Good Lord Colin, are you ever not thinking about girls?” said his dad.

“No, no, I just keep thinking about this girl. Chestnut hair, chocolate eyes, really sexy legs. Was she there watching us?”

“Nope,” said Kevin, popping the p. “No chocolate-eyed girls. In fact, no girls at all. A total sausage fest.” This earned Kevin one more smack from Colin’s mom.

Colin closed his eyes and rubbed them, sighing. His band had missed their shot and a beautiful brunette that he wasn’t sure existed was living rent-free in his brain. It was all too much.

“Alright man, I’m out of here. Glad you’re alive. The band would suck without a lead guitarist,” said Kevin.

“Good to know how much I mean to you,” said Colin, gripping his hand in their special handshake. “Thanks Kevin.”

Kevin walked out as Colin’s mom fluffed his pillow behind his head. All he could do was close his eyes and drift off, hoping to escape all the disappointment breaking his heart.

“You’re moving great, girlfriend.”

Cori grinned at her mother’s encouragement as she stepped out onto the patio. It had been three months since she’d stepped off the curb into the path of a cab. Fortunately the driver had been slowing already, so when he hit her, the impact could’ve been worse. As it was, the impact had caused her heart to stop. An ambulance two lanes over had responded and gotten her to the hospital in minutes, and they’d shocked her and brought her back. She’d broken an ankle and a wrist and suffered a severe concussion. She’d been unconscious for nearly a week. Her recovery had been steady, her parents welcoming her into her old room and nursing her back to health.

She sat down under the umbrella at the patio table, lifting her bad leg onto the ottoman. Her mother brought lemonade for them both, sitting down next to her.

“You look wonderful honey,” her mother said, covering her hand. “I’m so thankful you’ve recovered so well.” She stared down at the table, then raised her eyes to Cori.

“I think we need to talk.”

“Sure,” said Cori, sipping the lemonade.

“About that day, I mean.”

Cori swallowed hard. She knew this conversation was coming. “I don’t remember much,” she said.

“I don’t want to talk about what happened. I want to talk about why.” She patted Cori’s hand.

“Mom –“

“Corinne,” she said sternly. “The counselor said part of your healing is assessment and accountability.”

Cori rolled her eyes and her mother gently slapped her hand.

“You and I both know you were going through a lot when this happened. You had lost so much. Dad and I should’ve paid more attention. We should’ve seen the signs.” Her voice broke and she wiped at a tear on her cheek.

“Mom,” said Cori, leaning forward to comfort her. “Please. Look, I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine before the accident. I was struggling with all of it. But Mom, I wouldn’t ever try to – you know –“

Her mom slid her chair closer and wrapped her arms around her. “Of course not, honey. We both know that despite everything, you have so much to live for.”

“I do,” she said, but the confidence was gone from her voice.

“Corinne. You have always been my happy child. You sang loudest in the choir, you were the cheerleader with the biggest smile, your pirouettes were full of energy – those other girls in dance couldn’t begin to turn the way you did. How many times have I walked in on you singing at the top of your lungs into your hair brush or heard you laughing like crazy at ‘Friends.’”

“Mom –“

“I’m just saying,” she continued, “you don’t need a guy to be your happiness. Sure, it’s wonderful to have companionship. But you are intelligent and fun and caring, sweet and loving. There is someone out there for you, and I’m sorry Matthew made you take a detour. But before you find the right one, you have to be sure you know who you are.”

Her mom was definitely starting to sound like the counselor. “Ma, you’re exactly right. I made the mistake of trusting two people with my happiness and they let me down. And despite everything, even though I’ve had these challenges, I know I have my whole life ahead of me and I’m ready to start this adventure again.”

Her mom looked at her, not completely buying what Cori was selling.

“Mom! I mean it! Look, what happened to me scared the absolute crap out of me. I know I’m lucky to have survived. But I did for a reason – there are obviously things I haven’t done yet.” Isn’t that what he told me before he kissed me?

Finally her mother smiled. “That’s the Cori I know and love,” she said softly. “You took several years off your dad’s and my lives kiddo. All we want is for you to be happy. We want you to have everything you want.” She squeezed Cori’s hand. “Promise me you’ll concentrate on being happy and having fun and not worry about what you think society expects from you.”

She let loose with another eye roll.

“Cori, seriously. You’ll find someone and marry when the time is right. I promise you you’ll know when you’ve found the right one.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Uh, spoken by the one who married her high school sweetheart,” she said with a smirk.

“Hey, I can’t help it if Mr. Right took me to my senior prom. But I sure knew he was the one,” she said with a wink.

“Did someone call my name?” Her dad walked out onto the patio, passing Cori a bottle of beer.

“Oh brother,” she said as her dad leaned down to kiss her mom’s cheek. She loved that they were still so much in love. Could there really be that type of romance out there for her somewhere?

“We were just discussing Cori’s fresh start,” said her mom, “and all she has to look forward to.”

“You’ve always been full of joy, Princess,” said her dad. “Your future’s so bright…”

“Don’t!” Cori groaned.

“You’re gonna need shades,” her mom and dad said in unison, laughing loudly at themselves.

“What’s so funny?” her sister asked, carrying out some snacks.

“NOT mom and dad,” said Cori, and they laughed even louder.

They munched and chatted and Cori felt a calm she hadn’t in some time. She was blessed with a loving family and all the support in the world. Even as she worked through the noises crowding her brain, she had the people she needed around her.

Listening to them talking, Cori closed her eyes. At some point she’d love to talk about what happened after the accident, but her memory was still so sketchy. She remembered taking the elevator down from her office, pressing herself up against the glass on the crowded sidewalk, even stopping on the corner and pushing the button to get the crossing light. But that’s where it ended. Her next memory was in the hospital, her mother stroking her hand and her father standing next to her bed.

She let out a sigh. She’d dodged a bullet, that was for sure. She was so lucky to be alive. She swore she could remember the feeling of being brought back to life, the power surging through her.

And then, as she remembered the feeling of electricity, the flash of a face – beautiful blue eyes, spiky blonde hair, firm biceps and pecs and a Celtics t-shirt. As quickly as the memory was there, it was gone. She guessed it must be someone she’d seen at the hospital, or maybe on the street before she was hit.

“What are you grinning about?” her mother said, interrupting the thought.

She smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know!”

She helped her mother clear their dishes and then packed up leftovers for her sister. After hugging her goodbye, she said good night to her parents and showered, covering her casts with a bag, then crawled into bed with a book. She finished only a few pages before sleep claimed her, the book sliding down the covers.

In her dreams, she could see the turquoise water so clearly. She was naturally drawn to it. The water was so blue and still, the sky golden. She’d almost made it but then he was there. Suddenly there were blue eyes and his lips were pressed to hers in a passionate kiss, a jolt of electricity stunning her body.

She jumped from under the covers, bracing herself with her good arm. She fully expected to see still water when she looked over the side of the bed, but it was just her bedroom.

Who was he? And why was he there? There was no mistaking that the kiss was delicious. She closed her eyes and hummed as she remembered it again. But where was she when she was kissing him? She hadn’t seen anyone since Matthew. There had been no one.

Those features were suddenly clear to her, the angled nose and chiseled jawline, with a few freckles across his high cheekbones. The thought of him took her breath away. She could remember the details but she couldn’t conjure the entire face. There was a silver chain, and a tattoo – were they words? – and Celtic green. As quickly as the memory was there, it was gone. The doctors had told her she may have snippets of memories from her entire life until the effects of the concussion healed. Wasn’t it her luck that she’d been kissed by a guy that was a figment of her imagination. It was a kiss for the ages, one she wouldn’t forget any time soon. She hoped thinking of it would give her courage as she stepped back into the world.

* * * *

“Here honey,” said Colin’s mom, adjusting the pillows behind his head on the couch. “Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?”

“Ma, thanks but I’m fine, I swear.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said, straightening up things in the kitchen.

Colin was in a funk. Despite his doting mother and all her TLC, he was still down hard. For the last three months, he’d struggled to come to terms with what he’d lost. His dream of his band making it big was gone. It had taken weeks for his body to heal. He was moving better but there was still some pain. The horrible headache that was part of his severe concussion had finally lifted, but he was still in a fog.

The guys were getting restless, they wanted to start playing again. They’d been able to book some parties and a gig at one of their regular bars. He had two more weeks to get it together, make sure his guitar skills had returned to normal, and they’d start their quest again.

Only he just wasn’t feeling it. No matter how hard he tried, there was a gray cloud over his head. And then there was that girl. His memory was hazy, he tried so hard to remember her. Beautiful hair and eyes, with a sweet, heart-shaped mouth. And yet all he could remember was how sad she looked. She haunted his dreams every night and the memory would disappear. He didn’t know who she was or where she came from, or if she was even real. He only knew she was going to end it all if he hadn’t stopped her. How could someone so beautiful feel so sad that they didn’t want to exist anymore?

“Honey, you’re so deep in thought. Don’t you want to rest?”

“Ma, I really, really appreciate you taking care of me but I’m fine. Really.”

She sat down on the chair across from him and took a good look at him. “You look better,” she said. “And your appetite is back. All good signs.”

“So how about you go home and take care of dad for a while? I know he’s been missing you.”

She chuckled. “I’m not sure that’s true,” she said with a smile.

“Ok, well I know he’s missed your cooking,” he said.

“That is true,” she said, “and from the looks of his belly, he could afford to miss it for a

while.”

Colin laughed and his mother smiled at him. “That’s music to my ears,” she said. She walked over and sat on the edge of the couch, running her fingers over his hair. “You know, maybe you could think about bringing a nice girl home to us,” she said. “I could teach her how to cook all your favorites.”

“Ma-“

“I know, I know, you like to play the field. But really Colin, how about just finding a nice girl you can settle down with. And then you can start giving me grandbabies,” she said with a brilliant smile.’

“Come on Ma,” he said as she pinched his cheeks.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said.

“Shoot,” said Colin.

“I’ll go home and leave you be, but you have to promise you won’t overdo it. And you’ll eat what I left you and not order any crap until you’re better.”

He laughed again and sat up, wrapping her up in a hug. “You’re the best Ma ever, you know that, right?”

“Well, that’s because you’re my baby boy.”

He blushed as she ruffled his hair. “Ok, I’m out of here. I love you,” she said, kissing his cheek. “And I’m glad you’re still around to eat my lasagna.”

“Me too,” he said.

She made her way out of his apartment and he stared up at the ceiling. He had to return to the living. He forced himself off the couch and fought the urge to return to bed, grabbing his guitar. It had always been his solace. When he felt his lowest, he’d simply pound out a song and his mood would instantly improve. He strummed slowly, but his heart wasn’t in it. He set it down and laid back on the couch, curling up under a blanket and covering his head with a pillow. As he closed his eyes, he hoped she’d once again be there, so clear and yet not even a true memory.

Tomorrow was a new day. He’d try joining the living again tomorrow.

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Epilogue

“Guys, you’re on in 2 minutes.” Cori put the pen back in the top of her clipboard and stepped to the curtains near the stage entrance. The band filed past her, as she high fived them for luck. She’d done it the first night of the tour and the show had gone perfectly, so now she had to do it forever.

Colin was last. He waited a second, then pulled her behind the curtain, wrapping his arms around her, his lips on hers, taking her breath away like he always did.

He touched his forehead to hers. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need it, you’re amazing.”

“Only because I have you.” He kissed her again and led her by the hand to the end of the curtain, only letting go when he had to. As he took the stage, the audience roared.

Their national tour was a success, “Dream Come True” had sailed up the charts and been a number one single, if it was only for a week, and Cori had left Ms. Robbins to become part of their management team. Rock the Cradle was finally making it big.

As for her and Colin? They were taking it slow, really getting to know each other and falling more in love every day. The guys gave Colin a pretty hard time – he was finally on tour with a rock band and he only had eyes for one girl.

When they finally really talked about what happened that crazy day, they both agreed they believed in fate – everything happens the way it’s supposed to. And if their happily ever after was a little hard to believe? All they could say was that sometimes, dreams do come true.

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Chapter One

“Corinne? Corinne, did you hear me?”

Cori blinked, she’s sure she heard her name.

“Cori!”

Startled, Corinne MacAdam jumped, her coffee cup toppling off the edge of the desk. She looked up at her supervisor.

“Corinne, you know I like you very much. I have great hopes for you. But this has to stop. I need you to be present. This event will make or break the company, I need to know you’ll carry your part.”

“I will,” she said softly, dabbing at the coffee on the desk with a napkin. “I’ve got it. You can count on me.”

“Ok, then get down to the office and get the permit filed. We only have a few more days to do it.”

“Got it,” she said, retrieving the mug from the floor. She examined the words on the side – That’s a horrible idea – what time? Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered the moment her best friend Amber had given it to her. She’d just secured a job with the leading events company in Boston. Over drinks at their favorite bar, Amber had presented her with a bag of “desk swag,” including the mug.

“We’re finally living the dream!” she’d gushed as they’d toasted martini glasses. They’d been friends since sitting next to each other in second grade. They’d shared every moment a girl could have – crushes, first kisses, first dates, driver’s licenses. She’d comforted Amber when a date with a guy she really liked had gone too far and she regretted sleeping with him. Amber had comforted her when Cori’s boyfriend and future fiancée had strayed during college. In spite of life’s challenges, their friendship had been rock solid. Until that night, the night before her wedding.

“Cori? Are you leaving now?” Her supervisor was definitely out of patience.

‘Yes, leaving right now,” she said. She pulled her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk, grabbed the large envelope with the permit application and headed for the elevator.

It was amazing what triggered memories. As she pushed the elevator button to go down, the buzz of her fellow employees all around her, the memory of her wedding hotel flashed in her mind. They’d chosen the hotel because her parents were married there years ago. Her ceremony would be held in the same salon. Matthew had proposed in front of the hotel’s gorgeous fountain after her parent’s anniversary dinner the year before. He’d pulled her close after she said yes and told her in one year, they’d be right here, taking wedding photos. If he hadn’t left his credit card on the table at the rehearsal dinner, what would she be feeling right now? She wouldn’t have taken the elevator up to the 5th floor to his room. She wouldn’t have knocked and heard voices, one distinctly female and familiar, on the other side of the door. She wouldn’t have used her key to Matthew’s room and found him and Amber, her best friend and maid of honor, making love on the bed, destroying her life. They were the two people she trusted most in the world.

“Cori, are you getting on?” Her co-worker was holding the elevator. She sniffed back the tears that burned at the corners of her eyes and stepped in to the back of the elevator.

She and Matthew were so good together. She laughed when she was with him. Being with him was effortless. In their four years together, they’d hiked, run, walked and traveled thousands of miles. They’d enjoyed so much live music and so many plays and musicals. They both loved the arts and history. It’s as if they were made for each other.

She’d forgiven him when he cheated on her in college. Their schools were a couple hours’ drive from each other but busy schedules kept them apart more than together. He’d broken down and cried when he told her about the girl – he’d attended a party with a friend and drank way too much. He woke up in a friend’s apartment with the girl next to him. He didn’t even know her name. He’d begged Cori to forgive him, telling her it meant nothing and she was all he wanted. It had been hard, but she’d worked to put it behind her and he did his best to rebuild her trust.

Now all she could think was how many – how many had there been? How many girls had he been with while they were together? It all came out after the wedding was cancelled. There was a girlfriend at work, a bartender at their favorite bar, a teammate on his co-ed rec soccer team. The list was long.

She stepped off the elevator into the bustle of the lobby. Her office building was home to many companies and there were always people coming and going, delivery drivers and couriers crowding the security desk for entry. She couldn’t lift her head, bumping into several people as she finally reached the exit. She stepped out onto the sidewalk and pressed herself against the front window of the building, trying to steady herself. What was the point? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. She’d probably lose her job. She couldn’t concentrate and she knew she wasn’t giving her best work. Her supervisor had been more than patient with her.

She turned slowly and caught her reflection. Her chestnut hair was pulled into a bun, tendrils falling on either side. Her coffee brown eyes looked dull, dark circles underneath. Her lip gloss had faded and her face was pale. She was a hot mess. There was a time she wouldn’t have stepped out the door without her makeup and hair being perfect. But not now.

As she stepped away from the window, the din of city noise on Boston’s streets surrounded her but she shut it out. She was alone. No one would ever be like Matthew, and he hadn’t ever really loved her. If she didn’t have him, and she’d lost her best friend, what was left?

The courthouse was three blocks away on the other side of the street. She fell into a rhythm with the other pedestrians shuffling down the sidewalk. She could cross at the next light.

She stepped to the edge of the curb, eyeing the “Don’t Walk” sign across the street. How would she ever be able to erase the image? Matthew and Amber, wrapped in the hotel sheets. Matthew saying the same things to Amber he always said to Cori, calling her the same sweet name he did when they were intimate. She scrunched up her eyes, a searing pain gripping her chest. Her mother told her broken hearts don’t last forever. How did she know? She’d just celebrated her 30th wedding anniversary with her high school sweetheart. What did she know about heartbreak? The pain was unbearable. She just wanted to be in Matthew’s arms again, happy and hopeful, their future in front of them. She stepped forward, lost in the depth of her depressing thoughts, into the path of a cab, and the screams behind her were deafening.

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Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Chapter Ten

Cori slowly opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was. She looked around, saw the Red Sox cap on the dresser and it all came back. Last night with Colin was so good, even better than she’d imagined it might be. She was warm under the covers and when she rolled over to put her arm around him, he wasn’t there. She lifted up on an elbow, but it was apparent she was the only one in the apartment.

She sat on the side of the bed, her feet hitting the hardwood floor. She looked around and saw that her clothes were folded and laid on a small table by the front door. There was no note, no text or message on her phone. She laid back down and wrapped herself in the sheet, laying her head on his pillow. His scent filled her mind and she closed her eyes, reliving last night. All the kisses, all the touches, she craved them again. She’d hoped when she woke up this morning, he’d be there and they could pick up where they left off. She was head over heels in love and it didn’t matter at all.

Her stomach dropped. So this is how it worked. He always said it was easier if he wasn’t here. He couldn’t hide in her apartment today so he’d just disappear somewhere else until he thought she was gone. She unwrapped herself, got out of bed and threw her clothes on, padding across the hall to her apartment.

She quickly showered and dressed and headed out to Ms. Robbins’ house. She had a week until her big event and she had work to do. She didn’t know where Colin was and he obviously didn’t want her to know. He’d done just what she asked – he wanted her just for a night.

Colin ran upstairs to his apartment, but she was gone. No note, no text, nothing. He’d totally forgotten about meeting the manager at O’Leary’s to set dates for next month. He’d slipped out so quick he’d forgotten his phone. He knew Cori loved to sleep late so he was sure she’d still be there when he got back. She looked so sweet and peaceful sleeping, he was glad she was able to rest so comfortably. He’d pulled the blanket up to keep her warm before he left.

He strode across the hall and knocked but there was no answer. When he walked back in, he shot her a quick text. “You ok?”

In a few minutes, there was a ding. “Sure”was her response.

Oh boy. He knew it. They shouldn’t have done what they did. He ran his hand through his hair. She’d been drinking. She wasn’t capable of making a good decision. He’d told her no, but she looked so beautiful, so sexy, her body felt so good against his. No matter how strong he was, there was no way he could resist her, he’d been doing it for so long. He plopped down on the couch. She was somewhere lamenting what a huge mistake she’d made and all he could think about was how fantastic it was.

He knew she was too good for him and now she really knew it. And she’d given herself up when he should’ve protected her.

For the rest of the day he straightened up and did laundry, waiting on her to come home, but he never heard her. He finally had to leave for the bar, their set would start at 8. Before he left, he pulled his phone out and pulled up her name. “I’m sorry,” he texted. Then he set out for the bar.

The week before the benefit flew by. Cori went in early and worked late every day, confirming and arranging. The fundraiser would be held in an old warehouse that had been retrofitted for events. It had an industrial feel but the owner had added a number of wood and stainless finishes, and it made the large room sleek and inviting. A chef’s kitchen had been added, along with several storage areas.

Cori had communicated with Kevin during the week when she needed to share info with the band. Their comms had been concise, as she didn’t have time for much else.

Colin’s week had been busy as well. The band had added practices to prepare for Saturday. He’d met with the managers at their other regular venues to negotiate appearances for the next few months. He gave music lessons on the side and had added three new students all over the Boston area, so he spent extra time with them getting them started.

On Friday night, he knocked on her door before he left for Rap’s but there was no answer. He hadn’t seen or spoken to her all week and it hurt. He missed her, and he wanted to talk to her. He wanted to apologize in person and let her know no matter what happened, he respected her and would shoulder the blame for going too far. But most all, he wanted to tell her he’d fallen in love with her. He’d spent the week alone every night. He couldn’t think about anyone but her. The first couple of nights he could smell her on the pillow she’d used, and he’d held it close and thought about that night. It wasn’t like any other. He wasn’t just going through the motions. He’d taken it slow because he wanted it to last forever.

After their show, he ducked out of the bar and headed home. He texted her to see if she was home but she didn’t respond. He knocked on her door but there was no answer and no sound inside.

He was running out of hope. He knew she’d be at the at the event tomorrow but since she was the coordinator, he may not even see her. She’d be occupied with her responsibilities. He tapped the pen he was holding on the coffee table in front of his couch. How could he reach her? What would make her listen? An idea popped into his head and he smiled and grabbed his guitar.

Saturday dawned sunny and gorgeous. Cori was up and out the door at 6 after working until past midnight, and was thrilled that the weather was good. There was an outdoor area at the venue that would now be in play. It would enhance the entire night.

Once she got there, she coordinated arrival of services and managed decorating, and at 4 o’clock, she slipped into the bathroom and changed for the evening. The event was formal, so she’d chosen a black taffeta gown, off the shoulder, short in the front and full length in the back. She wore long silver and rhinestone earrings. She accented her makeup for the evening, a smoky look that made her eyes stand out even more. She’d had her hair in a messy bun, but let it down and ran the curling iron through it. Long curls hung down her back. When she emerged from the bathroom, the caterer didn’t even know who she was.

The band arrived fifteen minutes ahead of her recommended time, much to her relief. Kevin came over to check in and they brought in their equipment. The stage was theirs so she returned to her duties while they set up. She didn’t see Colin and ducked into the kitchen before she had the chance.

Before she knew it, guests were arriving. She joined Ms. Robbins at the door to greet them, escorting the honored guests to their tables. Tonight they were raising money for the foundation but proceeds would specifically go to charities that helped women and children who’d sought help after leaving abusive homes. The program included helping to fund housing, education, employment assistance and transportation. Cori was thrilled that she could use her skills for an event and have it make such a difference.

It was also refreshing to see that the crowd was made up of members of her generation. Ms. Robbins’ hope was to attract interest from younger people and hopefully make them lifetime donors. There were information booths throughout the hall that described the work done by the foundation and offered opportunities to volunteer. As Cori strolled by the tables, she was happy to see so many lines completed with names and contact info for volunteers. The event was going even better than she’d hoped. There was only one more piece that needed to fall into place, and as she looked towards the door, she smiled broadly at the guest walking through.

At 8, Ms. Robbins took the stage, thanking her guests, informing them about the cause they were helping and thanking sponsors and those who helped with the event. She then grabbed the microphone and gave a raucous welcome to Rock the Cradle.

Cori had escorted their latest guest to his special seat near the stage and made sure he had a drink. When she turned around, she almost laughed. The guys, normally in stereotypical rocker gear of t-shirts, jeans and sneakers (and Colin’s famous leather pants) were wearing tuxes. They looked fantastic. They started their set with one of her favorites and Colin started pouring on his usual stage charm. He looked especially sexy and for a minute, she couldn’t catch her breath. She wondered if through some miracle, this is what he’d looked like for his bride as she approached the alter. She almost laughed out loud at the outlandish thought.

Colin encouraged the guests to come up front of the stage where room had been left for a dance floor and before long, the floor was crowded with revelers.

“Cori!” Ms. Robbins came up behind her as she stood just outside the kitchen, watching the crowd and enjoying the band. She wrapped Cori in a tight hug. Tonight her brocade was beautiful blue, adorned with beads and jewels. She looked like the perfect hostess.

“This is even better than I imagined! You are the best decision I ever made!”

Cori couldn’t help the blush that flushed her face. “Thank you Ms. Robbins. I’m so glad you’re pleased.”

“I hope that you and I are going to work together for a very long time. We’re going to change lives.”

She walked away and Cori felt pleased, then looked up at the stage, and once again, felt the squeeze in her chest. Colin was looking at her and she locked eyes with him, unable to look away. She smiled at him, then disappeared back into the kitchen. She blinked rapidly to fight the tears that suddenly appeared.

After a set, the band took a break and retreated to an area set up behind the stage as a green room. The guys all grabbed bottles of water and sat down to relax a little. There was a knock at the door and Ms. Robbins peeked inside. “May I come in?”

Kevin jumped up. “Of course,” he said, pulling the door open for her.

She entered the room, along with a gentleman in a blue suit and glasses. “I just wanted to thank you for being here tonight. My assistant was right, you are exactly what this event needed. Everyone is having a wonderful time. Now, which one of you is Colin?”

He stood up. “That’s me,” he said, walking forward and shaking her hand.

“Of course,” she said with a smile. “I should have known, I’ve heard so much about you.”

He blushed – she must be talking about Cori.

“When my assistant – Cori – asked about having you here tonight, she explained that you’d had some interest from National Records a few months back but that something had happened and you’d been unable to make the meeting. She said it was indirectly because of her and she felt awful about it.”

Colin suddenly felt warm, his face turning red. What the hell was happening?

“I have a great deal of respect for Cori and when she was so upset, I told her we just couldn’t have that. So I made a call. Colin, this is Steve Minor. He is president of Atlantis Records. He and I are old friends. Cori sent him audio and video of you boys performing and Steve called me almost immediately.”

The executive stepped forward and shook Colin’s hand. “Colin Shea, correct? You’re a pretty fantastic front man,” he said. He looked at the others. “You’re very accomplished musicians and I couldn’t believe the stage presence you have. I asked around and you’re very well known here. We have a program that spotlights local bands with adept musicians. You all are the poster band for it.”

Colin barely heard his bandmates reacting happily behind him. He felt a little dizzy, then as if the breath had been knocked out of him. Cori had gone out of her way to help make his dream a reality. All of the times she’d asked them to play certain songs, the time she’d spent with her video camera at their performances. He had no idea, it didn’t even occur to him she’d go to all this trouble.

He was faintly aware that there was conversation around him and he tuned back in, not wanting to miss anything.

“Mr. Minor, if it’s ok, we’re doing a new song in our next set. It’s one that’s really special to me. I’ve written a lot of songs but this one, I don’t know, I think it’s a hit. I hope you do too,” said Colin.

“What’s it called?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll know when we play it.”

They exchanged contact info, taking his card and thanking Ms. Robbins profusely. Colin stuck his head out the door looking for Cori but she was nowhere to be seen.

He touched Ms. Robbins on the arm. “I need your help,” he said and he told her his plan.

The band launched into its second set and the crowd, with drinks flowing, flooded the dance floor like before. After several songs, Colin waited until the crowd noise died down and began addressing the group.

“Our band has been together since we were all in high school. We’ve played hundreds of shows and have grown together as musicians, and a few months ago, we thought we’d reached the peak. We had a shot at a record deal.” There were some cheers from the crowd.

“But that day, we decided to try and relax a little by playing basketball and while we were playing, I took a serious fall. I was unconscious for three days.” The crowd grew so silent you could hear a pin drop.

To his right, he saw Ms. Robbins bringing Cori from the kitchen. “Something really crazy happened that day. I had what I thought was a dream. There was a girl,” he said as he looked towards Cori. “A gorgeous girl. I didn’t know where I was or what was happening in this dream, but this beautiful girl was in distress. She was sad and in pain, and she just wanted it to end. But something in me told me it just wasn’t her time. So I pulled her back and kissed her,” he said as the crowd cheered and whistled, “and brought her back to life. I know it sounds crazy, believe me, I thought it was too. And then I met Corinne MacAdam.”

Ms. Robbins gave Cori a gentle shove towards the steps onto the stage. He walked over and reached out his hand for her. She hesitated, suddenly aware that every eye in the house was on her.

“I’ve spent my life thinking about myself, not really allowing myself to truly feel anything for anyone else. Until now. You can imagine how surprised I was when, after becoming friends with her for months, I kissed Cori and realized she was the girl from my dream.”

There was a mumble from the audience. Colin motioned for her to come to center stage with him, and she did. “Cori had an accident the same day, at the same time as me. And while we won’t ever know exactly what happened, I know now that the girl in my dream is real – and I’m in love with her.”

She looked at him, that gorgeous smile that she loved gracing his handsome face. The crowd started cheering and guests were suddenly tapping their glasses with their silverware, the universal sign to kiss. He pulled her close, ran a hand through her hair and pressed his lips to hers and the crowd went crazy. Even the guys in the band were cheering.

Slowly she opened her eyes, not believing what was happening.

“I’m sorry I was gone when you woke up,” he whispered to her. “I thought I’d be back in time.”

“I’m sorry didn’t wait for you,” she whispered back.

He kissed her again softly and went back to the mike. “Tonight we’re going to play a new song for you, you’re the first to hear it. It’s for Cori, and it’s called ‘My Dream Come True.’”

She stepped to the side of the stage as the crowd cheered wildly and they launched into the song he’d written for her when he couldn’t think of another way to reach her.

Thought I knew what I wanted, thought I knew what I need.

Had a dream I was chasing, knew I’d always succeed.

But then I saw you, saw you were hurting so bad,

Wanted just to save you, best kiss I ever had.

It started with a spark, and turned into a fire

My heart soars just thinking of you, your love lifts me higher

Know I need you by my side, know that you were meant for me

I’ll take you in my arms, rescue you from the sea

She’s my dream, the one that gave me her heart

And now I know, I know the we’ll never be apart

She brought me back to life, baby it was always you

You’re my dream, my real dream, a dream come true.

He didn’t know, know what he had.

Left you alone, left you so sad.

You brought me back to life, my future is you.

You’re my dream, my real dream, a dream come true.

Tears were streaming down her face, the words so personal. It was truly their story and he was singing it to her. When they finished, the crowd went wild. He pulled her in for one more kiss, putting everyone into more of a frenzy. She moved to the side of the stage as they finished their performance and fell into his arms at the end, taking a bow with him and the band to the delight of the crowd.

“It’s not easy being with me, but I want to try,” he said as he hugged her again. “I’m sorry I blamed you for ruining my life. It wasn’t your fault. It’s not very practical to have such an obscure dream. It’s a pretty small box to put all your hopes in.” He pulled her hand up to his chest. “I think I didn’t really know yet, what I wanted I mean. But I do now.”

“You were right, Colin. You said ‘what if there’s something you haven’t done yet?’ I hadn’t truly fallen in love.”

The crowd noise disappeared for both of them as they engaged in the best kiss yet.

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Chapter Seven

Cori and Seth fell into a very comfortable rhythm, meeting for dinner, going for walks, catching an art exhibit, getting coffee. He was great company and she felt truly at ease with him.

Her job was starting to pick up. Ms. Robbins was ready to start entertaining. Cori found a confidence she didn’t have when she started, and she credited it to her rebirth – new place, new job, new boyfriend. She felt better about herself than she had in months.

In the meantime, Colin’s life was about the same. Lots of gigs with the band, lots of girls, but the one he wanted was out of reach. He and Cori had spent a few evenings together, a couple of times on the rooftop when he was writing songs. She’d giggled at some of his lyrics until he got them straightened out. The problem was, all she wanted to talk about was Seth. He was amazing. He was great. He was outstanding. He was smart. Colin hated him. He was everything Colin wasn’t or ever would be. He was established and well educated and a grown up, all the things that Colin wasn’t.

One evening when she’d invited him for pizza, they watched the Red Sox game on TV and started talking about when they were in high school. Then Cori shared a couple of college stories, but her mood took a turn and she wasn’t so talkative.

“Ok Debbie Downer, what just happened? I was telling you about how I got taped to the top of a flagpole for high school football initiation and then suddenly, you tell me about college and you’re quiet. What’s up?”

She looked so cute tonight. She had on jean cut-offs and a pink sleeveless button up blouse that tied at the bottom, cut low to show the swell of her breasts and with just enough skin visible around the waist that Colin had to shift a couple of times to get comfy on the couch. Her hair was pulled back with a few tendrils hanging down. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose from being in the sun and her eyes were particularly gorgeous. He kept looking at her from the top of her head to the sweet pink toenails on her bare feet and each time, his breath would hitch in his throat.

“I told you about my fiancée, right?”

“Yeah,” he said sadly.

“Well I started seeing him my senior year of high school and we stayed together during college, even though we went to different schools.”

Colin took a swig of beer. “I think I know where this is going,” he said.

“Yeah. He cheated on me. Of course I thought it was the end of the world, except I didn’t even know what that was yet.”

“That’s tough,” said Colin and she let out a laugh.

“Colin. Seriously. For you, it’s incomprehensible. I know you probably think it was stupid that we even tried to stay together.”

He looked a little hurt. “Hey, I respect people that want a relationship. I think it’s hard at that age, with all that temptation, but I know it can be done. Would it be my choice? Hell no. But it meant something to you. So what happened?”

“I was pretty devastated, but he was very remorseful. He came all the way to see me at my school and apologized profusely. He told me it would never happen again. It took a while but I took him back and eventually, I trusted him again.”

“You must have felt like he was worth giving another chance,” he said.

She sighed. “I thought he was, the best. When we graduated, we got engaged. I could see all of it – the wedding, the house with the white picket fence with kids running around. He and I were so compatible.” Her voice dropped off at the end.

He hesitated. “Do you want to talk about the rest? You don’t have to –“

“No, it’s ok. We had our rehearsal dinner at the hotel where we were getting married on Friday night. We parted for the night and wouldn’t see each other until I walked down the aisle. As I was leaving the bar, I noticed he’d left his credit card. I took it up to his room, excited that we’d get one more kiss. I was so stupid.” She felt the tears coming.

He could see it too. He moved toward the couch to try and get closer to her. “It’s ok,” he said softly. “We can stop.”

“No,” she said a little sob escaping. She took a deep breath and sighed. “I caught him in bed my very best friend. And when everything was said and done, he’d had girls all along. He’d never been faithful to me, not even in high school.” She wiped a tear away from her eye.

He was suddenly overwhelmed by feelings – rage at this guy for hurting her, sadness because she was sad, protectiveness because he didn’t want her to hurt anymore. Her tears truly broke his heart. He knelt down in front of her chair and started to put his arms around her, until there was a knock at the door.

“Great,” she muttered, wiping her eyes. She stood up and made her way to the door, gathering herself as she went. She looked through the peephole and let out a little squeal, opening the door. “Seth! You said you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow!”

He swept her up in a hug, lifting her off the ground, then planted a soft kiss to her lips. “I got an earlier flight. I didn’t want to be away from you a second longer than I had to be.” He kissed her again, this time more deeply and urgently.

Colin suddenly felt incredibly conspicuous. He stood up, dropping his beer bottle in the trash can. Seth eyed him over Cori’s shoulder.

“Hey Seth,” he said with a half smile.

“Colin, hey,” he said.

“Well, I’m gonna get out of here so you two can enjoy the night.” Colin stepped around them and walked out the door as Seth lifted Cori again, kissing her as he shut the door behind them. He stood there for just a second. It was jealousy this time, but there was something else – longing, maybe. He was really smitten with her. In fact, if he was really honest, he was falling in love with her.

This was dangerous territory. Time to take evasive action. He ducked into his apartment and changed, then headed to the bar down the block. Time to find a companion for the night, to make him forget that he wasn’t going to be with the girl he really wanted.

“Colin, you guys have to do this.” Cori was pacing around her apartment, talking with her hands, full of energy.

“I don’t know. It’s not what we normally do.”

“It’s a great way to get your name out to people who wouldn’t normally go to Rap’s or some of the other places you play. And it’s really good money.”

He was leaning against her kitchen counter, beer bottle in hand, the other rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, but this is different. This is a big, stuffy old people event.”

She leveled him with a look. “It is not,” she said. “My job is to broaden the net for her fundraising. She has plenty of big stuffy events for old people. She has to widen her demographic. She says if they’re having fun, they’ll donate. I know lots of young people feel like they are a charity, but it’s my job to bring them in so we can teach them about our foundation.”

He shook his head and sighed. “I don’t make any decisions for the band, we do it as a group. I’ll ask them.”

“Make sure you tell them how much she’s paying,” she said with a smile.

“That’s what worries me. I know they’ll say yes.”

“Why is that so awful?”

“It’s not awful, it’s just – I don’t know, I never pictured us being that kind of band.”

“The kind that makes money?”

He shot her a look. “No,” he said forcefully, “a band that kind of sells out and plays just stuffy events.”

She crossed her arms and gave him an angry look. “Colin. Are you crazy? The biggest names in music play private events all the time. One of the attorneys at Seth’s firm just paid huge money for Maroon 5 to play his daughter’s 16th birthday party. You think Adam Levine was like, ‘oh man, I’m compromising my principles.’ No, he took the money and probably even said thank you.”

He smiled a little, he knew when he was beaten. “Fine. Give me all the details and I’ll talk to them at practice.”

“Great!” she squealed. “You guys are so hot right now, getting you at an exclusive event will be huge. And the venue is so awesome. I promise we’ll take good care of all of you.”

He smiled, trying to hide the fact he’d love to work with her. “Oh, hey, I meant to tell you – Rap’s is closing early Wednesday for an employee appreciation and we’re going to play a set. I thought you might want to come, it won’t be so crowded and crazy.”

“Mm,” she said, taking a sip from her water bottle. “Thanks, let me check with Seth and I’ll let you know.”

“Oh, the invite is just for you. Since it’s employee appreciation, they told us we could each ask one person.”

“Wow,” she said, “I’m your plus one? I’m moving up in the world!”

“Damn right,” he said confidently and they both laughed.

“Alright, count me in. I’d love to come.”

He felt a swell of excitement – he loved every minute he spent with her. He was lucky her boyfriend didn’t mind him hanging around as much as he did. Some guys would get all possessive, but Seth seemed fine with it. Thank goodness.

“Alright, I’m out of here. And thanks for including us in the benefit. I don’t think I even bothered to thank you before I went full diva.”

She laughed, a sound he had come to love. “Well, if you’d said no, it was on to U2. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind being sloppy seconds to Rock the Cradle.”

He grabbed his left pec, laughing heartily. “Bono should be so lucky.”

For just a second, he had an impulse to kiss her. She looked so good, he loved that he made her smile so much. But he stopped himself – he had to do this right or he’d blow it.

“Ok, see ya later gator.”

“Bye,” she said seeing him out the door. As she closed it, she thought how crazy it was that she’d ever been interested in him. She’d always have a thing for him, but he’d never see her the way he saw the swarms of girls that were all over him at a gig, or the ones that nuzzled up to him at parties or the ones that were lucky enough to enjoy a sunrise with him. He’d always be out of reach for her. She was lucky that Seth had come along when he did or she’d spend a lot of nights staring through the peephole, wishing she was with 6A.

On Wednesday, she worked a little late so she went straight from work to Rap’s. The doors were locked and a guy was posted with a guest list. He opened up, saw her name on the list and let her in. He directed her to the green room where the band was prepping.

She came to the door and knocked softly. “The groupies are here!” someone shouted from inside and they all hooped and cheered. The door was opened by a guy she recognized as the drummer. She shoved her hand at him. “Oh man, it’s just Cori.”

She giggled. “Sorry to disappoint you!”

“If you’re looking for Colin, he’s in the bathroom squeezing into his leather pants. He’ll be out in a minute.”

She laughed as he led her to a table with some food and drinks.

“Help yourself,” he said.

“Thanks!” She grabbed some veggies and fruit and a bottle of water and found a chair by Kevin. The other guys were coming and going, getting ready.

“So,” she said, “is it good to be back at it and so busy?”

“Yeah,” he said. “There was a time I wondered if we’d get back but we did.”

“Yeah, Colin told me,” she said.

He looked surprised. “Wow, he must really like you. He never really said much to anyone. I just wish I could find out what really happened with him. Something he just doesn’t want to talk about.”

Cori knew he thought she knew more than she did, so she played along. “Yeah, just crazy. Thank goodness he was ok.”

“Oh yeah, he took a really hard hit. I was terrified. I thought, here we were playing hoops like we always do, and in just a second, he was flat on his back not breathing. Leave it to Colin’s dumb ass to die while he’s showing off a killer dunk.”

Cori’s breath caught in her throat. She tried not to show her surprise.

“We were lucky someone knew CPR. He was so upset we missed the meeting with the record company. Between recovering from being hurt, having a horrible concussion and missing out on that opportunity, he was so down. Colin is never down, but he was almost too far to reach.”

For a second she felt guilty – she’d wondered if it was drug or alcohol related. How could she have thought that about him?

“Good news is here we are, back in the swing. I hear you got us a high-end gig.”

“What? Oh yes, did you all discuss?”

Kevin let out a laugh. “There’s nothing to discuss! It’s great money and exposure, we’re doing it.”

“Oh good! I’m so glad,” she said, still reeling inside about what Kevin had told her. Just then, her golden rock god emerged from the bathroom. He was truly born to front a rock band. When he saw her, he broke into the most beautiful smile. She felt that pull of desire in her belly, but tried to look as normal as possible.

“You made it,” he said.

“Of course!”

Someone stuck their head in the door behind him – “five minutes.”

“That’s my cue. Have a great show, break a leg or whatever you say to a band.” She giggled.

“Thanks Cori.”

She made her way to her seat and sat through an incredible set. All the bar’s employees were having a ball, dancing in front of the stage and partying. She nursed a drink and spent her time watching him. He was so beautiful. He had a good voice, not the greatest but no one would ever notice because his stage presence was incredible. He had the crowd in the palm of his hand.

When it ended and the lights came up, the crowd swarmed the stage. The band’s guests emptied out of their tables and climbed up, hugging their significant others and chatting with the crowd. Just as Cori was about to walk towards the stage, a tall, dark haired girl strode in. Cori stopped and looked at her. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Long legs in a short skirt, crop top that showed off her tanned skin, her hair perfect, large gold earrings dangling from her ears. She had on designer high heels and as she walked by, Cori caught a whiff of what she was sure was expensive perfume. She walked right up to the stage and looked at Colin, and he froze for a second, then reached down for her hand and pulled her up. She wound her arms around his neck, leaning in to say something to him and then laid a kiss on him that was pure fire.

Cori suddenly felt out of place and was grateful she had a clear shot at the door. She left quietly, no one any the wiser. She walked the few blocks home, locked the door and went in to prep for bed. She looked at herself in the mirror. She’d come straight from work so her cardigan and skirt weren’t cool at all. She looked frumpy compared to the glamour that Colin was kissing on stage. Her phone rang.

“Hey baby,” she said to Seth.

“Hey, you’re home.”

“Yeah, I left soon as the band finished.”

“I figured they’d have a big party after.”

She thought about the great time Colin was having with the gorgeous girl. “Nope, no party, just came home.”

“Aw, well I’m glad you’re home safe. We’re still on for Friday, right?”

“Yes! I’m so excited, I can’t believe you got us a table at Basile. You’re the best.”

“I fly in about 7 and I’ll head straight from the airport, should be there by 8 no problem.”

“Great, I can’t wait.”

They said their goodbyes and Cori pulled on a sleep shirt and crawled into bed. The last thing she thought about was her sexy rocker neighbor and how no matter how much she wanted him, she could never have him, not even a little of him.

Colin kept an eye on Cori as soon as the band finished. He wanted to sweep her up and spend the rest of the evening with her. When Claire suddenly appeared in front of the stage, he couldn’t believe it. She’d appeared just as instantly as she’d disappeared from his life. She was the one he thought might be for good, and he’d allowed himself to fall hard for her. Then, just like that, she was gone. He’d awoke one morning to find a note next to the bed. No explanation, just “Thanks,” and she was gone. Now, here she was again, and her timing was horrible. He looked up just in time to see Cori slip out the front door.

He stayed for the party, Claire catching him up on her travels and telling him she’d missed him and just had to see him. She saw on the internet that they were playing at Rap’s tonight and even though it was a private party, she talked her way in (she was used to always getting her way). He drank too much and took her back to his apartment. He didn’t know that across the hall, 6C couldn’t sleep and was up when she heard voices. She’d peered through the peephole at them, Colin’s hands all over Claire as he fumbled with the door, where they’d fallen into 6A and closed the door behind them. Knowing he was home safe, Cori crawled back in bed and finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Ms. Robbins had an early appointment and told her not to come in until 11. She’d made up for the sleep she lost the night before and was stepping out the door when Colin appeared at his door.

“Hey,” she said.

He hesitated, then “Hey.”

“You guys were great last night.”

“Thanks. Hey – I need a favor, a big one. Can I come over?”

She looked at her watch. “Sure, I’m going in late today, I have plenty of time.”

He walked into her apartment clad in only his boxers and laid down on the couch, arm behind his head.

“What are you doing?” she said with a laugh.

“Waiting.”

“On what?”

“For Claire to leave.”

Cori looked perplexed. “Wait – why don’t you just ask her to leave?”

“She’s not awake yet.” He said all of this as if it was perfectly normal.

“So wake her up.”

“Well, we were up pretty late, I wanted to let her sleep. But I don’t want to be there, I just want her to go.”

She thought about this for a minute. “Why?”

He sat up on the couch and pulled a throw pillow over his crotch, resting his arms on it. “Remember when I told you there was one girl I thought was the one?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s her.”

Cori raised her eyebrows. “I understand. She’s stunning.”

“Yeah, and she knows it,” he grumbled. “She’s the worst. The whole time we were together last night, all I could think was how she’d unceremoniously dumped me, never called or texted, then just showed up last night. Like everything was fine.”

She sat down on the chair. “A normal person would’ve said, ‘hey Claire, I was really disappointed in how it ended and I don’t want to be with you anymore.’”

He thought about that for a minute. “I mean, maybe. That never entered my mind. She looked really good last night and we had a few beers, probably too many. But that’s it, I’m done.”

Cori shook her head, processing all he’d said. “So let me get this straight. You really, really liked her, she broke your heart and dumped you on your ass, you don’t hear from her for a long time, she shows up out of nowhere and now you want her to disappear without saying a word to her.”

“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’.

“But she was ok to fuck last night.”

Colin flinched at the words. He’d never heard Cori use any language like that. “Jeez Cori, where did that come from?”

“It came from someone that got dumped by an asshole who also wanted to come back – again – but I had enough dignity to tell him to go fuck himself instead of setting myself up again.” She could feel the color rise in her face.

“Look,” said Colin, “I think these are two different situations. I never thought about marrying her or anything, I just really liked her.”

“So that’s what ‘the one’ means to you? Someone worth fucking more than once?” Cori could feel her temper spiraling out of control, but she wasn’t completely sure why and she was flying without a net.

He looked down at the floor, then back at her. “I’m sorry if you’re offended –“

“I guess I’m offended that she treats you like shit, shows up out of nowhere, jumps on stage with you and you bring her home and can’t get enough of her. I saw you when you were trying to get in the door while you were attached to each other. So she’s worth another shag even though she treats you like shit and I’m not worth fucking at all. I can’t believe I’ve actually been comparing myself to these girls you sleep with. How stupid am I?”

He was speechless. What did she just say?

“Cori, hold on a minute –“

“No,” she said, standing up. “You need to go. Go across the hall and grow the fuck up. If you don’t want her there, tell her. I’m not letting you hide over here. I’m just another girl for you to use. I guess I should be happy, at least I get to see you once in a while. As soon as we sleep together, you’d disappear. I’m lucky that I have a mature boyfriend who respects women and doesn’t just see them as a good time. You’re no better than my ex.”

He swallowed slowly, not sure what to say. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She did have feelings for him. He didn’t think that was possible. How could she, she was way too good for him. On the down side, she was comparing him to the ex that cheated on her with her best friend. Not great.

“I mean it. Go. Get out of here. Just go.”

He stood up from the couch and hesitated in front of her.

“Go,” she said with venom in her voice. He did as she said.

Cori was so hot, she started fanning herself. Her fists were balled up and she was grinding her teeth. She looked at her watch and saw that she’d better head out or she’d be late. She made sure through the peephole that Colin wasn’t around and hurried out and down the stairs.

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before-we-get-started · 3 years

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Chapter Five

On Monday, she woke up with a new outlook. Today she’d start a new job, something much different than working for the events management company. Serving as personal assistant to a family friend, an heiress and philanthropist, eccentric and a spinster, but a very nice woman. Cori’s mother had reminded her that her new boss, Ms. Robbins, was prone to mood swings (and forgetting things), but that she’d treat her fairly and appreciate her hard work.

On a whim on Sunday, she’d decided to color her hair. She bought a kit and gave herself light blonde highlights, lightening the chestnut brown. She looked as if she’d been out in the sun, as if maybe she had a healthy outdoor lifestyle, not like she’d been holed up feeling sorry for herself for months.

She dressed in a chocolate brown business suit with a cream blouse, a bow tied at the neck. She put on her brown pumps and some with the crème filigreed toe accent and grabbed her purse. For good luck, she put on the pearl drop earrings her parents had gotten her for her 16th birthday. She’d prepped her lunch the night before and grabbed the thermal bag from the frig, along with her travel coffee mug. She had plenty of time to make the T to the Back Bay neighborhood where Ms. Robbins lived.

As she’d finished getting ready, “Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves had been playing on the radio. She found herself singing it softly as she left the apartment. “I’m walking on sunshine – yeah!” she sang, a little louder than she planned, as the door to 6A opened. Colin emerged in his boxers. He bent down to pick up a newspaper, then stood up and took a good look at her as she walked by.

“Mornin’ 6C,” he said with that gorgeous smile. His eyes ran over her from head to toe and she could almost feel it.

She smiled back, gazing over her shoulder as she walked by. “Mornin’ 6A. Have a good day.” She kept walking down the stairs, her optimism bubbling up. What a great way to start the day – Colin in his boxers. She smiled to herself, descending the stairs, holding on to the wooden rail. She looked up just long enough to see Colin, arms on the railing, leaning over to watch her.

“You have a good day, too,” he said, lingering as she bounced her way down and out of the building.

Ms. Robbins lived in a huge terracotta brick home on Newton Street. The house had been divided up into condos and she occupied the entire first floor. It was just her and Yaz, her Yorkie (Ms. Robbins was a lifelong Red Sox fan). Cori had been to her home twice before – once as a child for a dinner party, and once a few weeks ago for her job interview. She entered the front door and rang the bell at the door on her left, the entry to Ms. Robbins’ home.

“’S open!”

Cori entered and walked into the main living area, adorned with floral wallpaper in greens and blues. Wood three-quarter round trim stained a honey color trimmed the room and honey colored hardwoods peeked out from a solid blue area rug. There was a Steinway piano, a Victorian couch and chair and a coffee table in the room, along with built-in shelves that held items from around the world, secured during Ms. Robbins’ travels.

“It’s Cori,” she said in a singsong voice. Yaz came streaking into the room, yapping ferociously. She bent down and petted the silky hair around the blue bow tied around a small tuft on his head. He returned the gesture with little licks to her hand.

“Good morning!” Ms. Robbins had cornered the market on brocade dresses. Every time Cori had ever seen her, she was in some type of beautiful brocade. Today’s was a kelly green/ecru paisley that was beautiful against her ivory skin and auburn hair. In her mid-60’s, she was medium height and quite fit, a few lines on her porcelain skin but they weren’t too noticeable with her impeccable makeup. She was holding a number of envelopes as she entered the room.

She hugged Cori and extended her arms, getting a look at her. “Cori, you look absolutely gorgeous. I’m so excited we’ll be working together.”

Cori smiled. “I am too Ms. Robbins. I really appreciate this opportunity.”

“I’m going to keep you busy,” she said. “Now let me show you around so we can get to work.” She led Cori through a formal dining room, complete with a giant ornate wood table and chairs, into a kitchen that had obviously been recently remodeled. Tall white cabinets, a beautiful light gray granite and a white subway tile backsplash, with larger square ceramic tiles and a beautiful mosaic tile providing a pop of color behind the large stainless Bertazzoni range. The kitchen was immaculate – Cori wondered if any food had ever actually been prepared in the room.

“You can put your lunch bag here,” she said, pointing to the giant SubZero frig, “and are you a coffee drinker?”

“Yes Ma’am,” Cori said, shaking her travel mug in front of her.

“Wonderful! I have a coffee station here, there are an assortment of flavors. Lots of creamer in the frig. Help yourself,” she said, waving her arm in front of the high-end coffee maker like it was up for bids on The Price is Right.

She showed Cori the powder room and where she could store her coat and any other items she brought with her. “I want you to feel at home. Help yourself to whatever you find in the kitchen. If you can’t find something, just let me know. Mi casa, su casa,” she said with a smile.

Cori felt a surge of excitement, for the hospitality and for the unknown opportunity that lied ahead.

They made their way to the office, just off the living area with beautiful French doors in the same honey wood. The walls were done in a green wallpaper with wide green velvet stripes. The honey floors carried in and there was a large mahogany desk, built-in bookcases behind it and a high-backed leather office chair.

“This is your workspace now,” Ms. Robbins said. “You’ll find a variety of office supplies in the desk and in the cabinet on the wall. If what you need isn’t here, make a list and – well – I’ll send you out to buy it,” she smiled.

Cori laughed. “Yes ma’am,” she said with a laugh.

“And how about if you call me Amelia. ‘Ma’am’ and ‘Ms. Robbins’ make me feel old.”

“Ok Amelia,” she said. “I love that name.”

“And I love yours. My mother’s name was Corinne. I’m named after my father’s mother. Thank goodness, my mother’s mother was Agatha.” They both laughed.

“I thought we’d operate this way – this new laptop is yours. You can use it here and take it home if you ever need to work after hours. In this book (she opened a leather-bound journal), there are sections. The first will be for your schedule. I’ve written what I’d like you to do this week here,” she said, pointing at a page behind the first tab. “The second section will be for lists. I’ve written this week’s date and a list of items I need you to purchase. The third section will be for your hours. Sign in and out each day, and be sure to include any evening or weekend hours, there will eventually be some. I’ll check it on Fridays, send the hours to my accountant and he’ll transfer money to your account on Monday morning, so pay weekly. Does that work?”

“Yes,” said Cori. “That works perfectly.”

“Great. Whenever you need to go out, Gerald will be available with the car. Let’s take today to get you familiar with the house, the neighborhood and the things I’ll expect you to do. We’ll have lunch on Beacon Hill today because it’s so gorgeous out and tomorrow will be your first actual day with work.”

And so the day progressed, Ms. Robbins doing all the things she promised. After getting familiar with more of the house and where things were stored, they sat in the office and discussed her upcoming calendar and events, and the other tasks she’d expect Cori to accomplish. At 11 a.m. they walked out front where Gerald and the car were waiting. They climbed in the back and Ms. Robbins directed the driver to “run the tour route.” They wove through the streets of the neighborhood and those that bordered. She showed Cori her preferred market, florist, office supply store and other shops. Cori made notes as they went. When they’d finished the tour, the driver stopped in front of a bistro in Beacon Hill with a low brick wall that surrounded a courtyard full of outdoor tables under bright red umbrellas.

“Ms. Robbins, so good to see you. Right this way.” The host showed them to a table tucked away in the back corner of the courtyard. Almost as soon as they were seated, a server set glasses of ice water and iced tea in front of them with a little bowl of lemon wedges. The host handed Cori a menu.

“Will you be having your usual today?” the host asked.

“Yes Phillip. But please give Ms. MacAdam a minute to look.”

“Of course.” The host left the table, passing another server who set a two baskets on the table, one with fresh hot breadsticks in a linen cloth bed and the other little pats of cold butter.

Cori inhaled the smell of the fresh bread, closing her eyes.

“A carb girl, a girl after my own heart,” Ms. Robbins said, pulling out two breadsticks and handing one to Cori.

“Maybe just one,” she said, using her knife to cut off a small wedge of butter and smearing it on the breadstick. She took a bite. “Oh my gosh,” she said softly.

“I know, right?” said Ms. Robbins. “Those breadsticks are my spirit animal.” They both laughed.

Cori chose a salmon salad with a lemon vinaigrette and Ms. Robbins got her usual Salad Niçoise and they chatted away, talking about Beacon Hill, their favorite Boston eateries, Cori’s family, and eventually, Cori’s recent past.

“I saw your mother last year at a benefit and she said you had found your dream job with Spalding Events. Was it not what you had hoped?”

Cori suddenly felt panicked. Ms. Robbins obviously didn’t know what had happened to her, or that she’d been unceremoniously dumped by the love of her life when he banged her best friend the night before their wedding. Just the thought of all of it made her a little dizzy. She took a deep breath. Get it together.

“It was wonderful, but I was in an accident-“

Ms. Robbins gasped quietly and reached for her hand. “Oh dear, are you ok?”

“Yes,” said Cori. “I am now. I actually stepped off the curb and got hit by a cab.”

This time the gasp was much more audible. “My word! Cori! That’s horrifying!”

“It was,” she said softly. “I suffered some serious injuries. The folks at Spalding were kind enough to let me keep working from home once I was able. But I had to do a lot of physical therapy, I moved back in with my parents. Honestly, I just needed a fresh start.” She left out the part about Matthew and Amber.

Ms. Robbins kept her hand on Cori’s, patting it softly. “I’m so glad you’re ok. I can’t imagine what your parents must have gone through as well. Your supervisor spoke very highly of you when I called. She said they’d have you back in a minute.”

“That’s really nice of them,” she said.

“Well, don’t worry. I know events are your specialty. We’ll start out slow but eventually, you’ll be planning my events. I love to entertain and especially to raise money for my foundation. You’ll be able to put that experience to work and for lots of good causes.”

Cori felt a rush of giddiness. Her own events. She loved the sound of that. This was exactly what she needed, what she’d hoped for.

“I can’t wait,” she said with a giggle.

“Good! Now, tell me, if I keep you late or ask you to work on weekends, will I be imposing on a relationship with your significant other? I understand that you have a life.”

The smile ran away from her face. “No, no significant other.”

“Well, then we’ll have more than one goal for our events, won’t we?” she said with a smile.

They finished lunch, which was delicious, and the driver took them back to Newton Street. The rest of the day was spent getting familiar with the office, files she’d need, Ms. Robbins’ rolodex and books from some of her previous events. There were photos and agendas and a list of all the companies used for each event. She recognized lots of them from working at Spalding.

Five o’clock was here before she knew it and she grabbed her bag and headed for the T. She left her lunch bag for tomorrow. The ride home was easy and she ascended the stairs of her apartment building, headed for the sixth floor. On Saturday night during the party, her neighbors said the elevator is almost always out. She was glad it was working when her father helped her move in.

She reached her floor and stared at 6A. She wondered if Colin was home, and if so, what he was doing. Impulsively, she knocked on his door. After a bit, he answered. He was in a Patriots t-shirt and athletic shorts, barefoot, his hair spikey and messy. He looked like maybe he hadn’t been awake for very long.

“Hey! How was your first day?” he said, smiling.

“Really good,” she said. “Very good. Hey, I was thinking, maybe you could come for dinner one night this week. You can tell me about your neighborhood watch program.”

He smiled. “You’ll be a good recruit and I never turn down a free meal. So yes.”

“Great, how about Wednesday at 7?”

“I’ll be there.”

As Cori walked away, she saw a leggy blonde coming off the last step and turning towards Colin’s door. She peered over her shoulder and saw him embrace her, then they shared a long, deep kiss. She noticed his long eyelashes laying on high cheekbones when he closed his eyes for the kiss. Cori felt her knees go weak. She wished for a second she was a leggy blonde.

“You came,” he said. “Nicole, right?”

“Nina,” the blonde corrected him.

“Yeah, Nina. Come on in.” He held the door open for her, placing his hand on the small of her back as she walked in. He looked over at Cori. “Night 6C.”

“Good night,” she replied. The door clicked behind him. Cori unlocked the door and went in, spending the rest of the evening thinking about that kiss. It wouldn’t be as good as the one she got from her mystery man, but she bet it was close.

Tuesday was a normal day, learning and exploring at work, then on Wednesday, she ran to the market after getting off the train to grab a few items. She was in by 5:30, giving her some time to prep dinner. She loved to cook. She wasn’t a chef by any means but she could hold her own. She’d decided to prepare a margherita pasta with shrimp for tonight, with a salad and strawberry shortcakes for dessert. She took a quick shower, put on a little makeup, pulled her hair up in a messy bun after dressing in jeans and an emerald green cold shoulder shirt and jeans and headed for the kitchen. She chopped tomatoes, onions, garlic and basil, seared the shrimp and boiled the pasta. She tossed the romaine salad with some vinaigrette. She set the table, opened a bottle of white wine and put it in an ice bucket, filled two glasses with ice water and as she was setting them on the table, there was a knock at the door.

She glanced in the mirror next to the door – she looked as good as she could, she supposed. She unlocked the door then opened it.

“Hey,” he said. She gasped softly. He was in a cobalt blue button up shirt, black belt, jeans and boots. There was a thin silver chain around his neck, a small silver medallion resting in the valley between his defined pecs. The edge of a tattoo peeked out where the shirt was unbuttoned. His hair was styled. He handed her a small bouquet of fresh flowers. “For you.”

She smiled, a smile that lit up her whole face, and took the flowers. “They’re beautiful. Come in.” She stepped out of the way and he walked the few steps in, making the step down into her living/dining room.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here,” he said, making a show of sniffing the air. “I can’t remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t in cardboard or Styrofoam.”

“I hope you like shrimp – and pasta,” she said.

“That sounds great,” he replied.

She pulled a vase out of the cabinet, added a little water and put the flowers in, setting them in the middle of the table. “Everything is ready,” she said, extending her arm toward the table. He sat down at one of the place settings and picked up the napkin, unfolding it and placing it in his lap.

“So how was day three?” he asked.

She pulled the pan of pasta from the stove and set in on the table. “Really good,” she said.

“Tell me more.”

“I’m a personal assistant for Amelia Robbins. She’s heir to Robbins Manufacturing. She has a house over in Back Bay.”

“Wow, nice neighborhood,” he said, eyeing the pasta she was putting on his plate.

“Very nice. She lives in a huge building full of condos. Her home is the entire first floor. It’s really pretty,” she said.

“So what kind of assistant stuff are you doing?”

“I run errands, do some shopping, manage her calendar. Eventually I’ll be her event planner. She hosts a number of fundraisers for non-profits throughout the year.”

He twisted the pasta around his fork and took a bite, stopping abruptly. He spoke but the words were unintelligible with a mouthful of food.

“What?” she said laughing.

He chewed and swallowed. “I said Holy Shit, this is amazing!” He loaded another fork full and shoveled it in. “Absolutely delicious.”

She was pleased. The evening would suck if the food was bad.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said, taking her own bite. It did taste pretty good.

They talked a little more about her job and then she asked about the band.

“So, what’s the name of your band?”

“Oh, Rock the Cradle – like, Boston is the Cradle of Liberty, and we definitely rock.”

“If I wanted to hear you, where would I go?”

“Finnegan’s, O’Leary’s, Rap’s, local bars,” he said.

“Mm,” she hummed as she finished a bite of pasta. “I’m envious. I always wanted to be in a band. I took piano and played in orchestra in high school. It must be great to take the stage and play your own music.”

He sighed, smiling broadly. “It is,” he said as he put his hand over his chest. “It’s the most incredible feeling. I’m addicted.”

“I’ll bet! And I’m sure you have a pretty incredible stage presence.”

“Well, I don’t mind bragging but yeah, I can wrap an audience up, no problem.”

Cori was impressed. “Just think, when you get that record deal, you’ll already be great at performing live.”

His face dropped then. He looked down at his plate. “We took a break for a while a few months ago. There were some things I had to work through.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Did the break help?” She couldn’t help but wonder – guys in bands were often partiers. Did he have a drinking problem? Drugs? He didn’t seem the type, but you never knew what someone else was going through. She stirred the fork around in her plate. “If you guys are that good, I’m sure you’ll get another chance.”

He looked up at her and smiled sheepishly, like a little boy. “It gave me some time to think, and yeah, exactly. I tell the guys that all the time.” He didn’t sound like he believed it.

She smiled, feeling sad for him. He was obviously incredibly disappointed. That sweet smile was gone and she found herself wanting to give him a hug. “Probably get a better record deal next time anyway.”

He smiled. “Exactly. That’s what I told the guys. Everything happens for a reason.” He pulled the fork across his plate, scraping up the last possible bite.

She smiled, happy he liked it so much. “Dessert?” she said sweetly.

His face suddenly shifted and through hooded blue eyes, he smirked and purred, “I never turn down dessert.”

Cori felt the heat flush her cheeks. “Sorry to disappoint you, just strawberry shortcake.”

He laughed. “Ok, I’ll settle for that.”

He picked up the plates from the table and took them to the sink while she pulled the sponge cake, strawberries and whipped cream from the frig. She pulled two ramekins from the cabinet and with a knife, cut circles of cake to fit in the little cups. Colin stood next to her at the counter, peering over her shoulder.

“That looks so good,” he said, reaching over and sticking his finger in the whipped cream. She pulled the bowl away from him.

“Patience,” she laughed. “Go sit.”

He strode to the couch, dropping himself against the throw pillows.

Cori thought about how comfortable all of this was. Dinner together, easy banter, affectionate looks. Everything she thought she’d have by now, with Matthew.

She stared down at her hands and sighed. Colin was sweet and dangerously sexy, but he was just another Matthew. Having a variety of girls was his trademark. Besides, she wasn’t even in the league with the other girls she’d seen at his place.

She shook her head to clear the thought and grabbed two spoons, carrying their desserts to the couch.

Colin admired the sweet treat as she handed it to him. “You’re one incredible cook,” he said, dipping his spoon in and snagging a little of each layer. He hummed as he enjoyed the first bite. “Man, I could get used to this,” he said, smiling at her.

“Well, stay on my good side and I’ll fatten you up.”

He laughed. “Hey, the body is part of the show. But I’ll take my chances.”

They finished and she took their cups. She was so enjoying his company, she spoke before she could think about it. “So, I was thinking, if you want, maybe we could watch a movie or play a game or something.”

Colin glanced at his watch and made a face, then bounced off the couch up the step to the front door and peered through the peephole. “Shit.”

“Everything ok?”

He stepped down from the door. “Can I take a raincheck? I need to get out of here.”

She hoped the disappointment that washed over her didn’t show. “Of course,” she said.

“Great. You’re the best. Thanks – for the best meal I’ve had in a long time.” He reached for her to pull her into a hug and as he touched her arm, they both felt as if lightning shot through them.

Colin jumped back. “Damn, what the hell?”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t know. The two of us together are dangerous,” she said with a smile.

He grinned and looked a little sad. “I’ve gotta go. Thanks again.” He unlocked the locks on the door and left, pulling it closed behind him.

She was a little dazed, lightheaded even after the moment. She hadn’t noticed any static electricity anywhere else. That was an enormous charge. She stepped up to the door and peered through the peephole. Her heart dropped. Colin’s back was to her and he was wrapped around another leggy blonde. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her tongue was down his throat. He turned them around, never breaking the kiss, fumbled with the doorknob and opened the door, pulling her inside. The door closed.

She was right. Not even close to being in his league. She stepped down into the kitchen to clean up.

Monday morning’s alarm rang and she trudged through her normal routine. As she unlocked her door to leave, she heard voices in the hallway.

“I can’t. Look, I would if I could but I’ve got something else going on.”

“Colin, you always do this. I want to go on a date. A real date. You know I only want to be with you.” The voice was female.

She slowly opened the door, embarrassed to intrude on their conversation, but she had to go to work. She slowly stepped out, the conversation continuing.

“I appreciate that,” he purred, running his hands down her bare arms. She had raven hair that was pulled into a ponytail, tight yoga pants and a spandex workout top, her curves on display. “But there’s so much going on with the band, I just don’t have the time right now. You know I like you Brittany –“

“Brianna,” she corrected him.

He smiled that megawatt smile. “Yeah, Brianna.” He fidgeted a little as if trying to come up with what to say next.

Cori suddenly felt brave and started around the bannister. “Hey Colin,” she purred, smiling at him. “Tonight’s still date night, right?” She winked at him and kept walking, saying “See you at 7,” as she made her way down the stairs. She could still hear their conversation.

“You’re dating someone else! You said you weren’t!” Brianna was angry.

“No, she was just kidding,” Colin pleaded. “I’m not dating anyone. But my door is always open for you Brianna,” he said in the sexy low voice.

“As if,” she sniffed. “Goodbye Colin.” Cori could hear her stomping down the stairs above her. She stifled a laugh.

The week was going by quickly. Cori had joined her parents for dinner at one of their favorite spots and had just gotten home for the evening.

“I must’ve pissed you off pretty good, eating and running the other night.” Colin had opened his door and stood in the doorframe as she walked past.

“What do you mean?” she said with a smile.

“I mean telling that girl it was date night,” he said. She looked at him and there was a grin where she thought there might be anger.

“Hey, I was just doing you a favor. She left, didn’t she?”

“She sure did,” he laughed. “I’m sorry about the other night. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. That was a shitty thing to do. You took the time to cook for me, I could’ve at least stayed and helped clean up.”

“Not a big deal,” she said, unlocking the door. She smiled at him, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. This was all they’d ever have, this banter back and forth, neighbors. She knew how big her crush was every time she saw him with another girl. Why was she attracted to guys she couldn’t have?

“You know,” he said, coming around the bannister towards her, “we could pick it up tonight, maybe watch a movie?”

She hesitated before answering. She had the luxury of the day off tomorrow, a three-day weekend. Ms. Robbins was going out of town and told her to take a break. She had turned the alarm off on her phone the moment she got the news, a Friday to sleep in. She took a deep breath and turned to look at him. “Sure.”

“Great!” he said and when she opened the door, she could feel him behind her he was so close. His woody, musky scent filled her nose. She felt something wash over, something she hadn’t felt for such a long time, a longing. She thought about the girls she’d seen wrapped around him, kissing him.

She’d never wished so badly she was someone else before. Would she ever be comfortable in her own skin, and not so desperate for her sexy neighbor?

As he walked past her into the living room, he ran his hand above her waist and once again, a shock went through them both that nearly knocked them off of their feet. Colin stumbled forward, catching himself on the sofa, Cori bracing against the kitchen counter.

“What the hell is up with your apartment?” he asked, rubbing his hand. “You need to have the super check your power. Something is definitely up.”

She caught her breath. “Maybe that’s my built-in ‘hands off’ alarm,” she said with a smile. “Wouldn’t want to get caught in a trap like those other girls and get all disappointed.” She’d tried saying it as a joke but her voice sounded sad.

“Look, I’m always honest with anyone I’m with. I don’t want anything long term. I like girls, I’m like any other guy. I just don’t have the desire to be with anyone for very long. I tried that once and it didn’t work. I’m not making that mistake again.”

“Must’ve gotten your heart broken pretty badly,” she said, trying to hide the sadness from her own failure.

“Against my better judgment I got involved with someone I thought might be the one. I was wrong. We wanted different things. Brought me right back to plan A,’ he said, bending down to look at DVDs on her shelf. “Besides, when the band takes off and we hit the road, the last thing I want is to leave someone behind and not be able to enjoy myself.”

“Well, I’ll give you that. At least you’re honest. And you’re not playing the field while you’ve got a fiancée on the string.” Her voice trailed off and she looked down, pissed at the tears that were burning at her eyes.

He stood up, a concerned look on his face. “Did that happen to you?” he said softly.

“Yes,” she said, barely audible.

“I’m sorry,” he said, really meaning it. “That sucks.”

“It does. And with my best friend, no less.”

“Ouch.”

She looked at him, willing the tears away that were rimming her eyes. “Pretty much almost ended my life, at least it felt like it. All of this, the apartment, the job, it’s just me trying to get a fresh start. It’s like I don’t know where I belong.”

He gave her that adorable half smile. “You seem like a great girl Cori. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you. And if you need someone to get you back in the saddle, I’m always available for a ride,” he smiled.

Her face broke into a smile. “That’s THE worst pick up line EVER!” she laughed and he laughed too.

“Yeah, that was bad even for me,” he said, running his hand through his spikey hair to the back of his neck, letting it linger there. Every move he made turned her on. This was torture.

“Ok,” he said, desperate to change the subject and spinning towards the TV. “I suggest a comedy, nothing too heavy tonight.”

“Agree!” She pulled two bottles of beer from the frig and threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave. When it was done, she joined him and they started the movie. There was no conversation, just laughter. He’d made himself at home on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. She tucked her legs up under her in the chair. She’d made a friend. That was the takeaway. It wasn’t sad, it was happy.

When the movie ended, he cleaned up the beer bottles and popcorn and headed for the door. “This was great, I hope we can do it again.”

“Me too,” she said with a smile.

“Hey, what are you doing Saturday night?”

She wished she had a fabulous night planned, but the truth was it would be her, her jammies, some wine and a good book. “Nothing really,” she said.

“Great! Come down to Rap’s. The band is playing at 8. It’s just down the street.”

“I know it, Rapscallion’s, right?”

“Yeah, it’s going to be a big weekend for us. We’re playing a festival Saturday afternoon and at Rap’s on Saturday night.”

“Wow, that’s awesome. I’m glad you’re back on track.”

“Yeah, it feels good,” he said. “So you’ll be there Saturday?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, I’ll be there.”

He clapped his hands together. “Awesome.” He stepped up to the door, gave her a wave and left.

Cori suddenly felt deflated. The biggest player on the planet just spent the evening with her and didn’t even try to make a move on her. Of course she’d been an idiot and acted uninterested. But she should be uninterested, she’d been down this road before.

Saturday would be fun. She’d get a friend to go with her. Who knows, maybe she’d meet someone more in her league.

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before-we-get-started · 3 years

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Chapter Six

To say Rapscallion’s was hopping on Saturday was an understatement. Waitresses were balancing round trays with mugs of beer and drinks, spinning around customers as they piled into the bar. Cori was glad she got there early and grabbed a table. Her friends came in and she waved to get their attention.

“Holy hell, this place is rocking!” said Sarah. “I haven’t been here in a long time, looks the same.”

“This used to be my brother’s favorite place, I always wanted to sneak out with him and come here,” said Jana.

They’d been friends since elementary school, stayed in touch during college and now they were all making their way in the world. Only Cori had been in a serious relationship. The other girls were playing the field, enjoying single life.

A waitress took their order and they picked out appetizers and beers. It was eight o’clock, the band should be out any time.

“So you know someone in the band?” Jana asked as the lights dimmed and stage lights came up.

“Yes, he’s my neighbor,” said Cori.

“What’s his name?”

“Colin Shea.”

Both of her friends all but dropped their beer bottles on the table. “Colin Shea? Are you kidding?”

“No,” she said. “Why?”

“That bastard. He picked me up at a party and told me he’d dreamed of a girl like me. The next morning, he was gone when I woke up. He never even called.”

“I’ve got one better than that!” said Sarah. “I slept with him at his apartment and when I woke up, he was gone. From HIS apartment. Turns out he was hiding out across the hall until I left.”

“Across the hall?” said Cori.

“Yeah, the girl that lived there let him hide out from all the conquests he didn’t have the balls to talk to anymore after sleeping with them.”

Cori looked down at her beer bottle and made a face.

“What?” said Sarah.

“I think that’s my apartment now. I live across the hall from him.”

They all looked at each other and started laughing. “Well, you should put a toll booth on the sixth floor. You’ll retire early with all the traffic at his apartment.”

“And be careful. He’s incredibly charming,” said Sarah.

Just then, the manager of the bar took the stage. “This is a big night for us here at Rapscallion’s. We’re happy to host the return of our favorite band, ladies and gentleman the ones you’ve been waiting for, Rock the Cradle!”

A roar went up as Colin and the boys took the stage. Of course he was out front, lead guitarist and singing lead. Cori gasped when she saw him, then tried to find some air to breathe. He had on black leather pants and boots, a white button up shirt with the sleeves roll up to just below his elbows. His hair was moussed and his chain with the medallion and sexy chest tattoo were on full display. He looked gorgeous.

“Damn,” Sarah said next to her, “now I remember why I slept with him.”

The band played a set and sounded fantastic. They recognized a couple of the songs but she bet the others were originals. They were all good. When the set ended, Colin announced they were taking a break and would be back in a few.

The girls decided this would be a good time to hit the bathroom, so they decided Cori would stay with their purses and go last. Sarah and Jana made their way through the crowd, shoulder to shoulder with the other customers. As people filed past their booth, a guy stopped, gripping onto the edge of the table as the crowd brushed past him.

“Sorry,” he said to Cori, “just trying to stay alive.”

She burst out laughing and so did he. He was tall and thin with brown wavy hair and wire framed glasses. He had on a Pixies t-shirt and jeans and had gorgeous brown eyes. He tried to merge back out from the table but the crowd was too heavy.

“Do you mind if I sit?”

“No, please,” said Cori, pulling the purses over.

“I’ll just wait until I can actually merge without crashing. Seth, by the way.” He extended his hand.

“Cori.”

“Nice to meet you Cori. Do you come here often?” He stopped, his eyes wide. “Did I really just say that?”

She laughed again. “Actually no. I came to see the band, I’m friends with one of them.”

“Oh yeah? My buddies and I used to come and hear them all the time, we missed them when they quit playing. I was glad to hear they were back.”

“Yeah, they’re really good. It’s my first time seeing them play. I just moved into a new apartment and one of the guys is my neighbor.”

“Very cool. I love the nachos here, probably have more of them than I should,” he said. He had a gorgeous smile, and Cori found herself smiling back.

“I live a few blocks over, share an apartment with my buddy.” He pointed over his shoulder towards another table. “I work for a legal office down the street, run their IT department. I love this neighborhood.”

“Me too,” she said. “I just got here but it seems great.”

He hesitated and took a breath like he was preparing for something. “Would you join me one night? For nachos? Or whatever you want, I mean, if you don’t like them, but, like, for dinner?”

He was nervous and she found it so charming. “I’d love to,” she said. “Thank you.”

They traded phones and gave each other their numbers, relieved and laughing as they chatted. Across the room, Colin managed to make his way out of the green room where the band was hanging out. He’d spotted Cori in the crowd as soon as he took the stage and he loved seeing how into the music she was.

As he moved through the crowd, he could see her at her table. She had on a strapless top with a rhinestone choker and her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. He’d seen her in makeup for work but tonight she’d changed it up, smoky eyeshadow and dark eyeliner. She looked gorgeous. He saw her through a totally different lens tonight. He was closer to the table and the crowd parted, and he stopped. She was with a guy. They were talking and laughing, exchanging cell phones. The guy leaned closer to her and she threw her head back to laugh. He suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. Not only was she more beautiful the closer he got, the stab of jealousy he felt took him by surprise. How hadn’t he noticed her this way before now? He thought for just a second and realized that, for the first time since he met her, she looked happy. He thought about what she’d said, about being cheated on by someone and getting a fresh start. He suddenly wished he was her fresh start.

“Hi Colin.” He was suddenly surrounded by three girls telling him how great he was and how much they loved the band. He thanked them, checking them out but not losing focus on Cori’s table. He noticed two more girls sliding in next to her. She said something to the guy and he walked away, then she slid out of the booth.

“Excuse me ladies,” he said, pushing his way towards the women’s restroom. He cut her off just as she got there.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey! Oh my gosh, you guys are so good!”

“Thanks,” and Cori noticed he actually blushed a little. “So you’re having a good time?”

“Yes, best time I’ve had in a long time! I met some friends and we’re having a blast.”

“Good, it means a lot that you’re here.” He hesitated, then “uh, there’s a party afterwards at our building on the roof. Do you want to come?”

“Uh, sure. Ok.”

He shook his head, smiling that irresistible smile and it was all she could do not to jump him right there. “Ok, see you at the party.”

“See you at the party!”

The rest of the evening flew by, the band bringing down the house and getting called back for an encore. When the house lights came up, everyone started moving around again, some leaving now that the band had ended.

“Well, that’s it for me. I can’t believe I have to work tomorrow,” said Sarah.

“Yeah, I need to go too,” said Jana. “Wanna share an Uber?”

“Sure.”

Cori was so sad the evening had ended, she’d had so much fun. “Please tell me we’ll do this again soon. We should do this all the time!”

“Agreed,” they both said. They made their way out of the bar and exchanged hugs and said good night. It was such a gorgeous night. Cori had planned to get a cab but it was too nice not to walk.

“Hey stranger.” Seth came up from behind her. “How was your evening?”

“It was so good! I was just telling my friends how we should do this more.”

“Which way are you going?”

Cori pointed towards her building.

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“That would be great,” she said.

She found talking to him so easy. He told her he too should try to get out more. He spent too much time at work and his mother was all over him to get a life.

Cori laughed. She told him she’d started a new job and really loved it. “It was a great opportunity and I’m making the most of it.”

As they neared her building, she was feeling courageous. “I got invited to a party with the band on the roof of my building. Do you want to come up with me?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, enthusiastically opening the door for her. They made their way up the stairs to her apartment, stopping in so she could drop off her purse, then they headed up to the roof.

As she stepped through the doorway, Colin saw her. He’d been waiting impatiently, willing her to walk through every time the door opened. He smiled brightly, jumping up from the couch – until he stopped. She wasn’t alone. The guy from the bar was with her. This wasn’t what he’d hoped for.

She smiled and waved at him, stopping to talk to some of their neighbors and introducing the guy she was with. He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. She made her way towards him, the guy following behind.

“It was so good Colin,” she said, pulling him into a hug. That shock between them happened again. “So good!”

“Thanks.” Damn she smelled good.

She turned to the guy, taking his hand and pulling him toward her. “Colin Shea, this is Seth Miller.” The guys exchanged hellos and Colin noticed when she lowered her hand, she kept hold of the guy’s hand. “We’re going to grab a beer, do you need one?”

He lifted his bottle. “No, I’m good.” They walked towards the cooler and grabbed beers, talking to the people near the cooler.

Alright, two could play this game. He took a look around and zeroed in on a blonde standing alone. He went up and started to introduce himself but there was no need, she knew who he was and was happy to be his arm candy.

Cori and Seth found a place to sit and started talking. He’d grown up in a suburb of Boston and gone to school at Virginia Tech where he’d stayed for a master’s degree. He snagged the job with the law firm right out of college and found an apartment nearby. He had a younger sister and his parents still lived in his childhood home. He was a huge baseball fan. His dad had season tickets and he joined him often at Red Sox games.

Cori’s story was similar, growing up in Waltham and going away to a small college in Connecticut. She’d initially moved back in with her folks but then shared an apartment with a friend until the accident (which she didn’t mention). They both loved Italian food and action movies. She was feeling a connection that was really comfortable.

Just across the roof, Colin was dancing with the blonde. You could barely slip a credit card between them, he was holding her so close. All the while, he kept an eye on Cori. She never looked up, not once, she was so engrossed in her conversation. He noticed how much she laughed and smiled, really smiled, the entire time. When she’d made the comments to him that she did about her past, he didn’t really think about it. She was obviously deeply hurt. He’d blown it off, and then sped out of her apartment to go meet his booty call for the night. What a jerk.

He tried to focus on the blonde instead of why what Cori was doing mattered to him. Truth was, he felt a pull to her. She was beautiful, but it was more. Her independence, her sense of humor, her prowess in the kitchen, the way she’d lit up when he handed her flowers that night. He felt some kind of connection to her. He was sure she felt something for him too. He looked over at her again, and she had her hand on her date’s arm. If she did feel something for him, this guy was fixing to make it disappear. He worked his dance partner closer to where Cori was sitting, and she finally looked up. When she did, Colin planted a slow, deep kiss on the blonde, then pulled away and looked into her eyes. As he looked back at Cori, he saw the smile leave her face for a minute, then she focused on Seth again and the smile returned.

He knew it. She did have something for him. When the song ended, he let the blonde go and found someone else to flirt with. He was suddenly the center of attention, everyone talking about the show and how good it was. He was enjoying the conversation and almost didn’t notice Cori and her date slipping through the door to leave the roof.

He waited a few seconds and excused himself, slowly descending the stairs into the building, and creeping down to the sixth floor. He could hear voices as he came around the corner. They were at Cori’s door, and it looked like their evening was ending. He watched Seth put his hand on Cori’s cheek and move closer to her, their first kiss inevitable.

“Hey 6C!” said Colin. Cori and Seth jumped, startled. “I was telling Cathy about that amazing pasta you made us for dinner the other night. She wondered if you’d share the recipe.”

Cori stared at him. Seriously? “Uh, sure. I’ll get with her later.”

“Ok,” he said. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets, standing in front of his door. And he stayed that way. Didn’t move.

Cori cleared her throat. “Ok, well thanks for walking me home.”

“Thanks for the party,” said Seth. He kissed the back of her hand. “I’ll see you Tuesday night.”

“Great,” she said with a smile and he stepped away, walking around the bannister and directly past Colin.

“’Night,” Colin said, tilting forward on the balls of his feet, rocking up and down.

“Good night,” said Seth and down the stairs he went.

Cori walked up to the bannister, waiting until Seth was out of ear shot.

“You have shitty timing,” she said to him, her mouth in a grim line.

“Aw, sorry about that,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to catch you before you went to bed.”

“Yeah, that was some Earth shattering info you needed.” She rolled her eyes and unlocked her door. “Good night Colin,” she said, rich with sarcasm.

“’Night 6C,” he said with a smile. “Sweet dreams.”

She slammed the door behind her.

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Chapter Eight

After fighting hard to go to sleep on Thursday night, Cori was so happy to see Friday. She’d replayed the conversation with Colin over and over in her head. At first she stayed angry, then felt ridiculous. Where the hell did that even come from? She’d done a great job hiding her feelings from him and enjoying their friendship, and now that was over too. He probably thought she was a complete idiot. She’d gone out of her way to avoid him and was thankful it was Friday because that would mean he’d be out at a gig. She went home from work and prepped for her dinner with Seth. She wore her favorite dress and shoes, pulled her hair up and wore her evening makeup look. She put on her jewelry and grabbed her purse and headed down for her Uber.

It was a typical Friday night. There was tons of traffic in the city. She was glad she’d allowed plenty of time to arrive for their reservation. As they crept along, she looked to her left at the front of The Bostonian Hotel. It was one of her favorites, classic but updated. Flags and banners hung from the front and an awning hid the front entrance. The Uber rolled forward enough to see under the awning and she gasped. Coming out of the hotel, in jeans and a t-shirt with his arm draped around a redhead was Seth. They stopped at the end of the main entrance walkway and he pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. She put her arms around his neck and they continued, kissing passionately.

Cori froze. She couldn’t even breathe. Tears stung her eyes. He lied to her. He told her he was out of town and would fly in at 7. All week he’d made excuses for not calling her, saying he was busy with meetings. He watched her walk her to a cab and once more, before helping her in, he put his hand on her cheek and kissed her so deeply, Cori thought she’d puke. He bent down as she sat in the back seat of the cab and kissed her once more. As the cab pulled out, he kept looking at her, laying his right arm over his heart and waving at her with the other.

She couldn’t see her hands in her lap, her eyes were blurred with tears. She tried to say something to the driver but couldn’t. She closed her eyes, tears spilling out onto her dress. The Uber moved another block past the hotel.

“Excuse me,” she squeaked out. “I need to get out. Now.”

The driver pulled to the left. “The fare is the same, Ma’am.”

“Yeah, ok, thanks.” She held tight to her clutch and climbed out of the car and stood unsteadily on her heels. She didn’t know what she was doing or where she was going, she just knew she needed air. She stepped onto the sidewalk and began walking. She walked for blocks, crossing streets, turning corners, with nowhere to go except as far away as she could get from her past and her present. Matthew and Seth had no problem leading her on, making her think they loved her with no plan to ever commit to her. Colin slept with everything that walked, but not her. No one wanted her. No matter what she did, she wasn’t enough for anyone.

Suddenly there was a clap of thunder and the skies opened up. Rain poured down on her, drenching her. Her phone began to ring and she looked – Seth. It was after 8. She closed her clutch and kept walking. She looked up and saw the sign at O’Leary’s, “Rock the Cradle Live Tonight.” Her tears picked up. Colin would be on display for all his adoring fans tonight and he’d pick one to spend the night with, but it wouldn’t be her. It wouldn’t ever be her.

As she walked past, someone near the side door of the bar yelled at her. She heard her name but didn’t stop, she wasn’t even sure it was real.

“Cori!”

She hesitated and then turned around.

“Cori!” He was running toward her. Her eyes were blurred by tears and rain. She hung her head and her shoulders started to shake as she sobbed.

He ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her, a charge going through both of them. They both jumped but he didn’t let go. He tipped her chin up to look at her.

“Oh Cori,” he said softly and pulled her closer. “What the hell is going on?”

She looked up into Colin’s beautiful blue eyes, his spikey hair wet with rain, his shirt plastered to his muscular chest.

“No one wants me,” she said softly. “No one. No one at all.” She sniffed and let out a shuddering sob. “I should’ve done it. I should’ve taken that last step.”

He pulled her close, electricity flowing through them. When he pulled away from her, he took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. Thunder clapped and lightning struck all around them, the sound deafening. And their memories flooded back – the beautiful blue water, the cliff, the golden sky, their embrace, the kiss that kept her among the living. She slowly opened her eyes and looked into his beautiful

blues.

“It’s you,” she said so softly it was almost inaudible. She suddenly remembered his handsome face, that dream body, and those blue eyes. How could she not have realized? “I’ve dreamed about you for so long, and you’re even better than my dream. You’re amazing Colin, I, I just - thank you, you saved my life.”

He looked at her, hurt and anger crossing his face. “And you ruined mine.” His eyes clouded with tears, stepping away from her.

Her breath caught in her throat and she sobbed loudly. “Oh Colin, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He took another step backward. “Everything I worked for, everything I wanted in my life. And somehow I had to keep you from taking yours. You ruined everything.” He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and spun around, jogging back to the bar.

Cori fell to her knees, sobbing into her hands. The rain poured on her and people walked past as she let out all of the hurt she’d felt for so long. And now she’d hurt the one person that meant the most to her. She’d been with Seth because she knew she’d never have Colin, that she wasn’t what he wanted. And now, he hated her.

She pulled herself up and started walking, not stopping until she reached her building. She climbed the stairs, went to her bedroom and dropped on the bed, crying until she was too tired to cry anymore, and finally fell into a fitful sleep.

All around him people were talking and laughing, dancing to the music playing over the speakers. Somehow he’d made it through their performance. He was in a daze. His body still buzzed from the contact they’d made, the kiss they’d shared, and the realization that what he thought was some kind of weird dream borne from his concussion had actually happened. Somewhere in some kind of afterlife, she had lost the will to live and he’d kept her from ending it all.

He took a long pull on his beer, trying to wrap his brain around it all. He’d never said a word about what happened to anyone. Once, when they were talking, he thought about telling Cori. He felt that comfortable with her. And then he thought about how crazy it all sounded and he dismissed it.

“Dude, you ok?” Kevin sat down next to him. “You’re uncharacteristically not hitting on all these girls.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I’m ok.”

Kevin looked at him. “Colin, you and I both know you’re not ok. What’s up?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

Colin let out a little laugh. “I think I’m just going to go home.”

“Ok, can’t say I didn’t try.”

“Thanks man.” He headed out, walking the few blocks to his building. He walked up to 6A and looked over at her door, wondering if she was home.

For months he’d been angry and blamed himself for screwing things up for everyone. The fact that she didn’t care enough about herself to leave her family behind, lost in the sadness that she didn’t value her life – he couldn’t believe it. How could that be the Cori he knew?

Against his better judgment he walked over to her apartment. Her door was cracked open a little. He looked around and pushed it open more, listening but hearing nothing. All the lights were off. He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, walking through the apartment. The bedroom was open to the living room. He walked past the couch and shined the light on her bed and she was there. She was still soaked, still in her dress, her shoes and clutch lying next to her on top of the blankets. She was asleep, but her face was twisted with worry.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand over her damp chestnut hair. She looked so sad, so vulnerable. She had felt as good in his arms tonight as she did in that crazy dream, or whatever it was. Her face was damp with tears, her makeup faded and streaked across her cheeks.

She had mentioned she had a special date with Seth tonight, they were going to one of her favorite Italian restaurants. He was returning from a business trip and meeting her there. Colin saw her before his first set started – she couldn’t have had time for dinner. What had happened? He laid his hand on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. It was impossible to fathom the sadness in her eyes, her face, her voice when he saw her tonight. “No one wants me. No one.”

He sighed and stood up, looking for a blanket. He pulled one from the back of the couch. He placed her shoes on the floor and her clutch on the nightstand and covered her with the blanket.

As he left, he turned the lock on her doorknob and pulled the door closed, just as Seth reached the top of the stairs.

“Colin, is she there?”

“Yeah. She’s asleep.”

He stopped and let out a breath, shaking his head. “She scared the shit out of me. I haven’t been able to reach her. She never showed up for dinner.”

Colin shook his head. “She couldn’t wait for your date tonight. I saw her about 8, she was devastated and crying. She said no one wanted her.”

Seth looked confused, then he looked down, leaning against the bannister.

“What?”

He looked at Colin. “Nothing.”

“Not nothing, what did you think of?”

He blew out a breath. “All I can think is that maybe she saw me.”

“Saw you what? Didn’t you fly in tonight?”

“Uh, not exactly.”

Colin was getting angry. “Not exactly. What the fuck does that mean?”

“Look Colin, this really isn’t any of your business –“

He took a few steps and rounded the bannister, within a few feet of Seth. “It is my business. What did you do.”

“Look, I’m no different than you or any other guy. I like Cori a lot but – well – she’s not the only girl I see.”

“Does she know that? Did you tell her that?”

“Uh, not in so many words.”

“Not at all, right?” he said angrily.

“No,” he said, looking down at the floor. “But hey, you understand, right? Cori has told me, you practically have a revolving door over here. Bro code, right?” He grinned.

“I’m not leading a girl on, thinking I’m the only guy she’s seeing after she was already destroyed by an asshole that told her he wanted to marry her but cheated on her over and over. That’s you. And no, not bro code. You’re a dick. You broke her heart. She was devastated tonight. You really hurt her.”

“Well, I’m sorry, ok? I mean, I didn’t mean to. I never promised her anything.”

“You never told her the truth either. Get the fuck out of here before I toss you over the railing.” Seth turned and trotted down the stairs, not looking back.

Colin went into his apartment and flopped onto the couch. He realized some things immediately – he’d fallen in love with Cori, and tonight, he’d blamed her for ruining his life and piled on when she’d already had her heart broken. It was a miracle she’d made it home safely. He should’ve taken her home, should’ve begged off from the band and made sure she was ok. Instead he walked, no ran away from her and left her in the rain by herself.

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Chapter Four

Cori’s dad set down the last box on the kitchen counter. She couldn’t believe she was finally moving into a new apartment.

“This is it kiddo,” he said, wrapping her up in a hug. She smiled into his shoulder and hugged him back.

“Thank you so much Daddy.” She watched her father’s face spread into a smile.

“Corinne, I can’t tell you how happy we are for you. You’re getting a fresh start. The world is your oyster, you know.”

She wrinkled up her nose. “I hate oysters,” she said with a giggle.

“Well, you never know, there might be a beautiful pearl inside.” He kissed her on the forehead.

Cori walked him to the door, the daunting task of unpacking ahead of her. She opened the door to see him off and stopped in her tracks. Directly across the hall at apartment 6A, a guy clad only in flowered boxers had a blonde in a tight embrace, kissing her passionately. She pulled away from the guy and said goodbye.

“Bye April,” the guy said with a wave.

“Annie.” There was irritation in her voice.

“Annie, right. Bye Annie.”

As the blonde huffed down the stairs, Cori got a good look at her new neighbor. Tall, fit, a bad case of bedhead but adorable. His upper body was chiseled muscle, his legs long and sexy. He suddenly realized she was standing in her door and gave her the once-over. He licked his lips as he admired her in her jeans, tight Red Sox t-shirt and bare feet. “Well, well, well,” he said, walking around the bannister towards her. “Helloooo 6C.”

Cori smirked at him, crossing her arms without realizing it, protecting herself. “Hello.”

He prowled toward her like a cat stalking a mouse. “And what is your name? And how did I get so lucky?”

Just as he approached, her dad stepped out the door.

“Her name is Corinne. And unless you want to press that luck, I suggest you make a U-turn and go back to your apartment.”

Colin’s eyes were wide, a startled look on his face, but he recovered quickly.

“Well hey Corinne, welcome. I’m Colin, Colin Shea, from across the hall in 6A. I’m the official welcome party for the building. Just wanted to say hi.”

“Do you always welcome new neighbors in your boxers?” said her dad.

Colin looked down, as if he’d forgotten he was barely dressed. “Ah, that, well, I wasn’t sure when I’d get a chance to say welcome, thought I better seize the moment.”

“The moment after you couldn’t remember the name of the girl you just slept with?” said Cori, not sure where she got the nerve.

Colin gave a smile, shaking his head. “Ok, I know when I’m beat. It really was nice meeting you Corinne. I promise I’m a good neighbor.”

“Be neighborly and keep your distance,” said her dad with a smirk.

“Dad,” Cori hissed. “Don’t mind him, he’s just an overprotective dad. And everyone calls me Cori.”

Colin visibly relaxed, walking backwards towards his door. “Cori it is. Talk to you later Cori.” He gave her a little salute and disappeared into his apartment.

“Oh brother,” said her dad, “now I have to worry about that guy.”

Cori laughed. “No you don’t Daddy, I’ll be fine. This is a nice building, don’t worry.”

He pulled her into a warm embrace. “Your mother will call and check on you later.” With that, he made his way down the stairs.

She stared over at 6A’s door. She was still trying to register the gorgeous Welcome Wagon across the hall. Those long muscular legs, defined pecs and a six pack, biceps for days, blonde hair and blue eyes, absolute pure sexiness, and quite evidently a heap of trouble. Her heart fluttered a little. There were lots of reasons to love this new apartment.

She’d given herself the weekend to unpack and get the apartment set up. She was finding it easier each day to look forward. The disappointment of losing her fiancée and being betrayed by her best friend was still there, but she’d managed to push it away. The experience she’d had when she’d flatlined was always at the surface but she’d always had an active imagination and was a romantic at heart. Instead of seeing a light when she passed, she guessed she’d seen a hottie by the ocean. She smiled at the memory, tucked away in her heart. She owed that guy big time, even if he didn’t exist.

She’d run downstairs to throw some boxes in the recycler and met another neighbor, a chatty girl named Cathy who invited her to a party. “It’s so nice out, we’re taking advantage of the rooftop deck. Come and join us, you can meet some more of your new neighbors. Seven o’clock, bring something to share that we can nibble on. Drinks are provided.”

Cori had thought all afternoon about it and decided what the heck, she had to start somewhere. She was still putting clothes away but found her favorite shirt, a pullover with tiny bright flowers on a black background and a deep V neckline trimmed in lace with lace-trimmed bell sleeves and her favorite black capris. She pulled her chestnut curls up into a ponytail and lightly applied makeup, squirting her favorite perfume in the air in front of her and walking through. She slipped on black flats and because she was still unpacking her kitchen, pulled a bottle of wine from a box and headed to the stairs to the roof.

As she opened the door, a warm breeze hit her. She could hear light conversation and laughter, the sun just beginning to set. String lights with Edison bulbs were strung from a large brick chimney that rose from the roof to a canopy set up nearby. Folding chairs and an old couch sat under the lights, along with a long table holding chips, dip and other finger foods. A large cooler sat next to the table.

Cori approached the group slowly. Suddenly she was regretting her decision. It would’ve been so much easier to just order a pizza and finish unpacking.

“Cori!” Cathy from the trash room was waving at her. She shyly walked over to her.

“Everyone, this is Cori. She just moved in to 6C. Please make her welcome!”

Her new neighbors took turns approaching her with warm greetings. One offered to get her a drink, taking the bottle of wine to go with the others. Each introduced themselves with a name and apartment number. They were all ages, and all very friendly.

“I just moved in as well, 4B. It’s nice to meet you,” said a nerdy looking guy in khakis and a button down with glasses. Cori shook his hand.

From behind, she felt a hand on her lower back. She turned and found herself face to face with sexy 6A, her underwear clad neighbor from moving day. At some point he’d gotten dressed – disappointing.

“Hey,” he said with that incredible smile.

“Hey,” she squeaked out.

“Now how didn’t I know you already met Colin,” said Cathy, laughing, and the group chimed in, cajoling Mr. Sexy.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, his face turning pink. “Can I help it if I’m friendly?”

“Friendly. Is that what they call it now?” said an older man with a laugh. He patted Colin on the back.

“Colin is our resident Casanova,” said another female resident, probably in her 30s. She gave him a bit of an eye roll and Cori wondered if they had a history.

“We met the day I moved in. He was saying goodbye to his girlfriend.”

There was a moment of silence, followed by raucous laughter.

“Girlfriend, that’s a good one,” the older man said, bending over he was laughing so hard.

Colin chuckled. “Hey, you don’t buy the first shirt you pull from the rack. You gotta try them on first, right? Gotta find the right fit.” There was a collective groan among the other tenants with a few giggles (mostly from the men).

Cori smiled. So he was too good to be true. Nothing that looked that good could be good for you. She’d guessed right.

“Cori, don’t let them get to you. I’m a heckuva nice guy. I look forward to being your neighbor.” He reached down and pulled her hand to him, kissing the back of it. Catcalls came from every direction.

“Don’t drink that Kool Aid Cori, you’ll be sorry.” It was the bitter lady from earlier. Yep, they definitely have a history.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful neighbor,” she said with a smile, and he returned it. Man, was this guy trouble.

She learned everyone’s name and they told her a little about themselves. She shared that she was starting a new job and had moved from her parents’ home, leaving out the part about getting cheated on, stepping into the path of a moving car and being brought back to life in a weird dream by a kiss from a hot guy that doesn’t exist. That might be a bit much for a first intro. Everyone was super friendly and welcoming. She enjoyed some food and chatted with her new neighbors.

“So, tell me about this new job.” Colin plopped down next to her on the couch where she sat. He casually slipped his arm behind her on the cushions.

She stiffened a little and sat forward. “I’ll be the personal assistant to a family friend in the city. Running errands, shopping, and helping her with a book that she’s writing. She also has a foundation so I’ll help her with fundraising events. That’s kind of my specialty.”

She made eye contact with him and was struck by his eyes – so blue. “Well, that sounds great,” he said, sounding only a little interested.

“What do you do?”

“I’m in a band. We play some of the bars here in the city.”

She smiled. Hmm, t-shirt and cargo shorts, Chucks with no socks, spikey hair, eating appetizers with no abandon – yep, definitely a starving musician.

“Cool, are you a cover band?”

“We do play some covers but we do a lot of original songs too. Got discovered by a label but something came up and we lost the chance to audition, but another shot will come along.”

“Wow, must’ve been something big to miss something like an audition for a record label.”

He pulled his arm from behind her and rubbed the back of his neck, the smile leaving his face. “Yeah, it sucked. But I refuse to believe it was our only shot. We’re too good not to get noticed.”

“Well, maybe what you lost with bad luck you can gain with confidence,” she said, a little snarky.

“Exactly! That’s the positive attitude I’m talking about!” He raised his hand to give her a high five and when their hands touched, a shock went through both of them. They both jumped. Cori felt heat flood her neck and face.

“Did I do that?” he said, staring at his hand.

“I don’t know, but if you did, that hand could light up the city,” she laughed.

He rubbed his hand. “What can I say, you turn me on.”

She groaned. “Really? Did you just say that?” They both laughed out loud.

She spent a little while longer, then said her goodbyes and made her way to the stairs. A girl was standing at Colin’s door, knocking and calling for him.

“He’s on the roof,” she said as she passed her.

“Oh,” said the girl, as Cori walked into her apartment.

After pouring herself a glass of wine and grabbing some cheese and crackers, she set about unpacking some more. She’d turned on some background music and was enjoying reminiscing over pictures and albums she was putting away. Things were great until she opened an unmarked album and was suddenly face-to-face with Matthew. Hikes they’d made, college parties, birthdays, nights out with friends – it was all there. She slowly paged through the photos and was overcome with sadness. The tears pooled and fell. She hadn’t healed at all. It was all as fresh as the night before her wedding.

There was a soft knock at her door. Probably chatty Cathy checking up on her. She closed the album and dabbed the tears from her eyes and headed towards the door. She wasn’t up for company so she cleared her throat and said softly, “Who is it?”

There was a pause, then softly, “Hey, it’s Colin.”

Shit. Now was not the time. “Hey Colin, I was headed to bed, can I catch up with you later?”

Another pause. “Uh, yeah, ok. I have something for you – no big deal. Good night.”

She undid all the locks but the chain and pulled the door open enough to peek out. She caught a look at him from behind – those long legs and a perfect round ass in just-right jeans. His hair came down to a little V on his neckline. The sound of the door made him turn. He was holding a cupcake in a blue cup with a daisy icing flower on top. He stepped toward the door and extended the cupcake to her. “For you,” he said with that crooked smile. His voice was deep and smooth as velvet. “I wanted to make sure you were ok after that electric high five.”

She felt like she might melt. His voice was so sexy, and those blue eyes. She couldn’t help it – every time she saw him, it took her breath away.

“Hold on.” She pushed the door closed and undid the chain, re-opening it a little more. She reached out and he came closer, handing her the cupcake.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

He studied her for a bit. She looked sad, as if maybe she’d been crying.

“You’re welcome. Look, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I know everyone was joking around up there – well, maybe kind of joking – but I really am a good neighbor. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I’ll look out for you. Ok?”

She smiled, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Ok. Thank you Colin. I mean it.”

He shook his head and smile broadly. “Good night Cori. I’ll see you around.”

“Good night.”

She went back inside after locking the door, set the cupcake down on the table and walked straight to her bed. She was suddenly exhausted. She was awkward and broken and no fun. The hottest guy she’d ever met was entertaining all kinds of girls across the hall and she probably wouldn’t be one of them. Some fresh start this was.

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Chapter Nine

The sun shone through the tall windows behind Cori’s bed. She rolled over, shielding her eyes, then closed them again. Her first thought was that it was Saturday, no work and whatever fun things she had to do. Then reality hit her – the night before. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut. Seth was cheating on her, or at least had a fling with someone, when he’d said he was out of town. Colin had kissed her, and realized she was the one he pulled from the ledge, the one whose life he’d saved, the one that made him miss a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. All bad.

She slowly sat up, realizing she was still dressed from the night before. Everything on her bed was damp, including the clothes she was wearing. She’d gotten absolutely soaked in the rain. She crawled from the bed to the bathroom, peeled out of her dress and turn the shower on as hot as she could take it. She lingered until the water started getting cold, then stepped out and dried off. She put on her terry cloth robe and went to the kitchen and made a cup of tea. Then she dropped onto the couch, laid her head back on the cushions and tried to figure out what to do next.

Her phone – what had she done with it? She jumped up, looking for her clutch, and found it on the nightstand, her shoes set neatly in front of it. Had she done that? There was a blanket from the couch on the bed. She didn’t remember covering up with it. Then again, she was so out of it, who knows what she did.

She checked her phone. There were 20 missed calls from Seth and multiple text messages – “where are you?” “Cori, please call.” “Cori, tell me where you are, I’ll come and get you.” “You’re scaring me, please call”.

Notably absent was anything from Colin.

The time on her phone said 1:14. She’d slept the morning away, which was probably a good thing. Being awake just made her feel like shit.

First things first. She texted Seth – “Saw you coming out of the hotel with the redhead. We’re done, lose my number.”

Next she texted her mom, who had left messages checking on her. “Ma, I’m good, late night. I’ll call ya later.”

With that out of the way, she could concentrate on how the man she loved so much across the hall was now in her distant past. There was no fixing it. He was so angry at her after he kissed her. It had gone from the most amazing moment, a kiss even better than the one before, to his face filled with anger and hurt. Like her, he must’ve wondered all this time what the hell happened that day. She knew he’d had some kind of accident and his heart had stopped. The same thing had happened to her. Could it have been the same day? At the same time? That seemed too crazy to be true, but something had to have happened for them both to have had the same vision.

She thought about how pathetic she must look to him, wandering the streets of Boston in the rain like a fool, then knowing he knew she wanted to take that last step off the cliff. She never really wanted to die, she just wanted to stop hurting. Everywhere she looked reminded her of Matthew and the future she thought she’d have with him. The changes she’d made were great, and, with Colin in the mix, she’d finally been able to move forward and feel good about herself. If she was honest with Seth, she’d liked him a lot but she would’ve left him in the dust if Colin ever showed interest in her. But that wouldn’t have happened before, and it sure wouldn’t happen now.

The last text was from Sarah, asking if she wanted to meet tonight for a drink. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but she didn’t want to sit alone with her thoughts all night. She texted back and they had a plan to meet.

She spent the afternoon doing laundry and cleaning. At 7, she slipped out, making sure Colin was nowhere around. There was no way she could face him. She walked to the bar and met Sarah, giving her a hug and finding a booth.

“No offense Cori, but you look rough,” Sarah said, concern in her voice.

“I know,” she said quietly. “I had a really bad night.”

“Really bad, as in, you and Seth had a fight?”

“Really bad, as in, Seth told me he was out of town but he lied and I saw him coming out of a hotel with another girl before our date.”

Sarah made a face. “Oh shit.”

“Exactly.”

“That asshole.”

Cori raised her glass. “Cheers to that.” They clinked glasses.

“Is that all?” Sarah asked.

“No,” she said. “I really need to tell someone this but you have to promise you won’t think I’m completely crazy.”

“Cori, I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.”

Cori took a deep breath and told Sarah everything – walking towards the cliff, the golden sky, the serenity, the hand on her arm, the hot guy whose face she couldn’t quite place pulling her back, telling her it wasn’t time and then kissing her back to life.

Sarah looked at her and blinked. “Holy shit.”

“I know,” said Cori. “And the guy was real.”

“What?” said Sarah.

“I found him last night. He kissed me again and we both flashed back to that moment.”

“No way! Oh my gosh Cori, how did you find him?”

She shook her head and sighed. “He’s been here all along.”

“Who?” said Sarah, clapping her palms on the table.

Cori let out a breath. “Colin.”

“What?” Sarah squealed and Cori reached across and smacked her hand.

“Would you hold it down?”

“Oh my God, that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. He saved you and then you found him, and you’ve been getting to know him. Did he realize it too?”

“Oh yeah,” Cori said with some sarcasm.

“He must’ve been thrilled! Did he kiss you again? Did you stay with him last night? Are you together?”

Cori’s heart felt like it was being squeezed again. “No, he hates me.”

Sarah gasped. “Why? Why would he hate you? He rescued you!”

Cori explained that something happened to Colin that day too, and while he was dealing with whatever it was, he caused the band to miss their meeting.

“He looked at me last night and said I ruined his life. He look absolutely disgusted. Then he turned and ran away from me.”

Sarah’s face fell and she covered Cori’s hand with hers. “Oh Cori, I’m so sorry. But honestly, it’s not your fault. If something happened to him, it’s not like you caused it. It’s not fair that he blames you.”

“Well he does,” she said, peeling at the corner of the label on her beer bottle. “And honestly, how can he not judge me. I was going to walk off a cliff willingly. If I had been stronger, if I hadn’t been so emotional, there would’ve been no need. Who knows, maybe he would’ve woken up sooner if I wasn’t in the picture.”

Sarah patted her hand. “Look, this is a crazy story, but you shouldn’t take all the blame. Why don’t you go talk to him? Have you told him about Matthew?”

“Yes.”

“Was he sympathetic?”

She thought about it. “Kind of. He said if it was him, he wouldn’t have taken a relationship into college, but he respected that I did. I need to just forget about him. He and I have gotten closer over the past few weeks but he’s never shown any interest in me. I think he saw me as a friend –“

“Saw?”

“Yes, past tense. I don’t think he’ll ever want to see me again, as a friend or anything else.”

They got another round of beers, talked more about what a shit Matthew and Seth were, lamented Sarah’s past relationships and got more beers and shots. By 10 o’clock, Cori was drunk. Sarah helped her out of the booth and walked her to her building, making sure she got up the stairs to her apartment. She left her with a promise of calling tomorrow.

Rap’s was as rowdy as ever and Rock the Cradle finished their set and ordered a round of beers. Colin couldn’t get her out of his head. He kept seeing her laying on the bed, so broken, her face fraught with worry even while she slept. Then he thought about how nonchalant Seth was about being with other girls. Cori wanted stability, someone she could count on. She wanted someone she could love that would love her back, someone that would care about her forever.

“Hello? Earth to Colin!”

He shook his head. “What?”

The guys all started talking at once, asking what they were going to play for Cori’s fundraiser.

“I haven’t thought about it.”

“Well you’d better start,” said Evan. “It’s a week away.”

He blew out a sigh. “I know,” he moaned. “I’m sorry we ever took this thing.”

“Dude, it’s good money and it’s for Cori. She’s great. It was really nice of her to think of us.”

“When are you going to wise up and ask her out?” said Kevin, and all the guys “ooh’d” followed by laughs.

“Yeah,” said Spencer, “we all know you’re crazy about her.”

He looked down at his bottle. “She isn’t interested in me,” he said with some sadness.

“Bullshit!” said Kevin. “She’s crazy about you! The other night at the party at Rap’s, while you were getting dressed, she couldn’t shut up about you. She had that look, you know, when you talk about someone that you think about all the time. She’s got it bad. But I don’t think she’s the kind that you screw and then hide while you’re waiting for her to leave.” They all chuckled.

“No way,” said Evan. “She’s a keeper. A guy would be lucky to have her. And she wouldn’t put up with your shit.”

Colin had felt a constant tug in his chest since last night, and it got stronger as he listened to the guys talk. He’d seen something in her eyes last night that he’d never seen before – she was in love with him. When she realized who he was, that they’d shared such an intense, intimate moment, she’d opened up and told him how special he was to her. She was so soft and sweet, drowning in the rain with those beautiful eyes full of adoration. She’d melted into his kiss, pressing her entire body into his, and she’d held onto his arms as he angrily pulled away from her. He saw her smile fall when he’d snapped at her. She looked like a little girl.

He shook his head, trying to shake the memory. “Look guys, there’s nothing there, ok? I don’t want to talk about her,” he said sharply. “I’ll text you a set list on Monday, rehearsal on Tuesday.” He set his bottle down on the table and slid out of his chair. “I’m going home.”

He walked out of the bar and headed home, determined to forget about her.

When he opened the door, the lamp in the living room was on – it wasn’t when he left. He stopped and looked around, stepping cautiously down the step into the living room. There, on his couch, was Cori. She was wearing a cream v-neck sweater that had crept off her shoulders and showed lots of cleavage. Her hair was down – he’d never realized how long it was – wavy and gorgeous. She stood up as he entered and he could see she was barefoot, the little pink nails in full view. Her faded jeans hugged her curves perfectly. She looked incredibly sexy and he swallowed hard as he took her in.

“How’d you get in here?” he asked.

She took a wobbly step towards him. “You’d be surprised how friendly the Super can be if you have on the right sweater.” She walked right up to him, her face just inches from him.

“You’re drunk,” he said.

“Yeah, so,” she said. “Is that illegal?”

He chuckled. “No, I’ve just never seen you this way.”

She laid her hand on his chest, feeling the definition of his pecs underneath. She rubbed softly, laying her other hand on his waist, pulling as close to him as she could be without her body touching his. “You’ve never seen me at all,” she said soft as a feather.

He swallowed again, staring at her beautiful eyes and those sweet pink lips. He wanted to devour her, but she was drunk and it wouldn’t be right.

“Cori,” he breathed, putting his head down to distract him from her gorgeous face, “we can’t do this.”

“Why?” she said quietly. She let her hand run up his chest to the back of his neck, her fingers winding into his hair. “Why don’t you want me?”

He put his hands on her waist, mostly to steady her and control her movements, but his hands felt so good there. “Cori,” he breathed, drinking her in with his eyes. “Not tonight. You’ll regret me in the morning.”

Her other hand found the back of his neck. She tugged at the hair there, pulling him close to her, looking into those beautiful blue eyes. “I know I’m not like the other girls. I know I’m not pretty or sexy like them. I know I don’t have what they have –“

“Cori –“

“And I know you’re angry at me and I’d never ask you to forgive me. I just want a chance to show you how much you mean to me. When you kissed me that day, you said it wasn’t time.” Her eyes rimmed with tears. “Maybe it wasn’t time because we’re supposed to be together, just once. Just once I want you to hold me the way you hold those other girls. I want you to say all the things to me you say to them –“

He touched his forehead to hers. “Cori, don’t –“

“Please Colin. Please, just for tonight, I just want you to want me. Please.”

He wrapped his arms around her lower back, palms spread, pulling her to him. “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. His lips were so soft. His tongue ran along her bottom lip and she let him in, the kiss deepening. Her hips pushed forward so she could feel his arousal through his jeans. She pressed her entire body against him, melting into him, just like she did that day by the cliff.

He kissed her bare shoulder, kissing along her collarbone to her neck, brushing the shell of her ear. “I’ve always wanted you,” he breathed, kissing just under her earlobe and feeling her moan against him.

She let her head fall back as he kissed her throat all the way down to the hollow, then he took her face in his hands and found her lips again, an urgent kiss that was all teeth and tongue. She sucked gently on his bottom lip, and he let out a little moan.

“I’m going to take you to bed,” he said softly.

“Finally,” she smiled, kissing him again.

He reached down with one arm under her knees and the other behind her neck and hoisted her up, carrying her to the bed, never breaking the kiss. As he laid her down, her hair spilled out around her face, the sweater barely covering her breasts. He caged her in with his hands on either side of her head, his knee between her legs.

“Can I kiss you here?” he asked as he touched the swell of her breasts.

“Please,” she moaned. He kissed the soft mound, nudging the sweater down until her taught bud peeked out. He licked it gently and felt her respond underneath him, pushing her hips up against his jeans looking for some relief. He gently pulled the sweater away from her other breast, exposing the other peak that was so hard and aching for him. He caressed it gently with his tongue, then took it between his teeth – the moan that came from deep in her throat made his cock twitch in his pants. He pulled the sweater down to her waist, pulling it off her arms and slid it all the way down and off, then he reached for the button on her jeans, unzipping them and exposing pink lace panties.

“Can I kiss you here?”

She stared at him. He was so close to that precious bundle of nerves, the anticipation was painful. “Yes,” she said urgently.

He kissed just above the panties below her navel – she was as soft as silk and smelled like lavender. Slowly he pulled her jeans down below her knees and she kicked them off to the floor. She bent one leg at the knee, bracing it against him as he pulled her panties off. He raised up to look at her, completely nude and ready for him. The moonlight that shone through the window highlighted her beautiful curves. He kissed slowly up the inside of her thigh, one hand cupping her ass cheek. He heard her gasp as he slowly ran a finger through her folds. She was so wet for him, he leaned back and admired her for a bit, then leaned in and gently sucked on her sensitive bud. She cried out softly, burying her hand in his hair and tugging at it a little.

“That ok?” he whispered.

“Mm hmm…” she moaned.

He carefully placed two fingers inside her, finding the soft spongey spot inside her that made her back arch and her hand pulled his hair a little harder. He moaned, pulling himself up a little, licking softly at her clit.

“Colin…I…oh fuck, please,” she breathed out.

He pulled his fingers in and out more quickly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over her bundle. He lifted himself up so he was over her, locking eyes with her.

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you,” he said in his sexy low timbre. “Come for me…”

She cried out and let go. He continued to pump in and out of her, helping her through until she started to come down. He pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them up to her hip.

“You have on way too many clothes,” she panted, still out of breath from her orgasm. She reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head, the medallion from his necklace landing on her chest. Her hands made quick work of his belt buckle and the button on his jeans, then she unzipped his fly and pushed the denim down his hips, pressing her soft lips to his, her tongue gently licking his bottom lip. He helped her out, peeling out of his pants and boxers. His hard cock bounced against her leg and she wrapped her a hand around it, and he hissed against her neck. His lips made their way along her collarbone to her neck, nipping and gently sucking with soft kisses.

She pulled back from him. “Let me,” she said, pulling him down on his side so he rolled over on his back. She straddled him, bending over to kiss him, then kissing down the column of his throat to those amazing pecs. She ran her hands over them, gently tugging at his buds between her fingers and he moaned deep in his throat. She kissed down his chest, down the line of hair above his naval, her hands on his hips.

“Have you got one?”

“In my pocket.” She reached for his jeans and pulled a condom from the back, tearing the package and pulling it out.

“Cori.” He sounded desperate, her mound so close to him. She sat up and pulled his cock up, rolled the sheath over him and slowly pumped him with her hand.

“Fuck,” he said breathlessly.

She lined him up and slowly lowered herself onto him. She gasped as he filled her up, throwing her head back, her hands moving to his belly. His hands grasped her hips and he let out a little cry.

“God, you feel so fucking good baby.”

She started to ride him, slowly, gently, reaching behind her to gently cup his balls in her warm hand.

“Jesus, Cori….”

She picked up the pace, locking eyes with him, her breasts bouncing as she pumped up and down. She let out a moan. “Colin….”

“Fuck, baby,” he said, reaching up and gently tugging at her nipples. She arched her back and picked up the pace. Needing more of him, she bent down, crashing her lips to his, her nipples rubbing against his chest. She moved her hands to his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, effortlessly pulling her to him and rolling her over. He lifted up on one forearm and ran his hand down her belly to touch her there.

“Ah, please, please, Colin…” She fluttered around him and as he rubbed her sensitive nub, she cried out, her walls clenching around him as she came.

He kissed her, his hand caressing her cheek. “I’m so close,” he breathed into her ear, slamming himself against her, her hands cupping his ass cheeks as his movement stuttered and he shouted her name. She ran her hands up his back to his sexy broad shoulders, then to his face, kissing him as he started to come down. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, loving her soft skin against his nose. He breathed her in, not wanting this closeness to end.

Slowly they both came down, wrapped around each other, their breathing returning to normal. Cori loved the feel of his weight on her – warm and strong – she felt so safe and secure.

Eventually he pulled out and rolled over, pulling her next to him. They laid there for a long time, silent, soaking up the feeling of being next to each other. They’d both never thought this would happen, and now that it had, it was even better than they’d imagined.

After a long while, Cori broke the silence. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything. For everything you’ve done for me.”

He pulled her closer. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“Me too.”

She closed her eyes and slept better than she had in months.

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Dream Come True Part 2

Summary: Cori MacAdam was reeling from a broken heart when she stepped into the path of a moving car. Her out-of-body experience found her eager to leave her life until the hottest guy she’d ever seen showed up to save her. Now as she tries to navigate her life after the accident, things get complicated quickly when she meets her sexy promiscuous neighbor. When she finds love again, her secret comes out – will she be able to hold on to the guy she really loves?

Warnings: Angst, near death experience, smut, some bad words.

Pairing: Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Disclaimer: This work is a pure work of fiction and my fics are classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. Any likeness to real life people/scenarios is purely coincidental. I do not own any characters in this fic except O/C Corinne MacAdam. If you continue to read, you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: Story is 10 chapters + short epilogue

A/N: Time to send in Cori’s Prince Charming in this chapter <swoon>

Chapter Two

“Hey Colin, you’re not the only one on the court! Pass the ball!”

“Come on man, best of three.” The other team was already lining up to start a new game.

“Fine,” he said, flashing the smile, ocean blue eyes sparkling. He tossed the basketball across to his opponent.

Colin grinned. He loved the razzle dazzle. At their meeting yesterday, the guys had agreed playing hoops was the best way to kill the nervous energy they all had for tonight, their first real shot at a recording contract. They’d played the same three bars for several years, developing a local following but never attracting any attention from anyone that could help them get further - until last week, when a producer from National Records had stopped in to Finnegan’s for a beer while in town for a conference. He was immediately drawn to the band on stage – young, full of energy and great musicians. The song they were singing was catchy but not familiar – could it be an original? They were almost too good to be true.

The other team inbounded the ball to start the third game, all of the players hyped and vocal. Spencer slapped the ball away from the opponent, bounce passing it to Kevin.

She took him in for a minute and assessed the situation. Was this the afterlife? Perhaps there really were angels. He certainly qualified. Maybe he was escorting her to the end.

“Don’t.” His voice was a deep baritone, just as sexy as he was. “Don’t take this step.”

She looked into those eyes and sighed. “Why?”

He hesitated – “it’s not time.”

She thought about that. He was mistaken. “It is,” she said. “Past time. Please let go. It’s what’s best, trust me.”

He tightened his grip a little, gently pulling her back toward him. “Not yet.”

She turned her body so she was facing him and she had to look up at him, taking in his broad shoulders. His hair was damp, his cheeks red like maybe he’d been running.

“Thank you, really, but I have to go. It’s ok.”

“No,” he said more sternly, pulling her a little closer.

He relaxed the frown a little, his face suddenly etched with concern. “What if this is just what’s easiest? What if there’s something you haven’t done yet? You’ll miss it.”

She let her head drop, the tears now flowing freely. “There’s nothing. There’s nothing for me,” she said, a soft sob escaping.

“I think you’re wrong. What if you’re wrong?” He pulled her a little closer, his strong arms now cradling her tightly.

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Dream Come True, Chapter 6

Warnings: Angst, near death experience, smut, some bad words.

Pairing: Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

W/C: Story is 10 chapters + short epilogue

A/N: Try as she might, Cori hasn’t been able to get Colin’s attention, but she had no trouble finding someone else. How will Colin handle it?