Playboy (Colby Brock X Reader)

24.

Smut warning ;) for keeping yall waiting

The internal conflict between trusting Colby or Morgan has been burrowing in the back of my mind for days. A rope has its hold on me, pulling me back and forth between what is the truth and what is a lie.

Not knowing kills me. And I think Colby's been picking up on it. I've been struggling to mask the anxiety, lately getting caught up in my silent questions and haven't been so outspoken with him. I really want to believe he isn't the same guy he was when we first met, but it's so hard given the history we already have.

"Y/N.." his soft voice pulls me back. I snap my head to look at him a bit too quickly, softening my gaze to focus on him.

"Hm?" I breath, trying my best to hold eye contact. Everything in the room seems to capture my attention, almost as if my head is screaming at me to ground myself.

He scoots closer to me on the bed, taking my hand and playing with my fingers, "What's on your mind baby?" His concern makes me want to just flood all of my thoughts and fears onto him like a waterfall, but I hold it back, simply shaking my head to dismiss the question.

"I know what's been on your mind," he interjects at my lack of response, leaning forward and slipping his leg over my torso, "do I have to show you what belongs to only you?" He whispers in my ear.

I feel my cheeks flush, and my breath hitches as his hands slowly travel across my chest, "maybe.." I swallow, biting down on my lip.

With a smirk, he creeps his face down to my neck, leaving me sucking in a sharp breath as his lips hit my skin.

His rings send a shiver down my spine as he slips his hands under my shirt, exploring with grace.

It gets harder to hold back as each second passes, and I reach my breaking point, grabbing his face and pulling him up to kiss me. Our lips collide in haste, filled with hunger and passion. His hips slowly grind into me as I press down on his back, craving him to be as close to me as possible.

A small moan slips between his lips, then he quickly slides down his boxers before tugging my underwear off.

"Do you want me?" He whispers.

I nod eagerly, "Always."

My head tilts deep into the pillow as he slides into me. My legs instinctively tighten around his waist as he slowly begins.

He takes my wrists and guides them above my head, holding them down as he quickens his pace. He knows this drives me crazy since all I want to do is feel his skin and take every inch of his body under my fingertips.

A moan barely leaves my lips before he quickly uses his other hand to cover my mouth, smirking with satisfaction, "We have to be quiet, baby girl." He warns.

Fuck, he's too perfect.

He alternates between fast and slow paces, both of us a mess of heavy breaths.

He finally releases my hands, allowing them to travel across and down his back.

As I take in the heat of his body and the little beads of sweat forming on his forehead, Morgan's face surfaces from the back of my mind.

Did he look at her like this when he fucked her?

Did she leave scratches on his back too?

Did he feel anything for her?

Stop! I don't realize I thought out loud until he freezes, propping himself up to look down at me with concern.

"What's wrong?" He asks panicked, looking me over to see if he hurt me, guilt washing over his features instantly.

I stare back at him with just as much horror, embarrassed.

Fuck.

I quickly shake my head, thinking of anything to assure him, "I'm okay, I'm okay." I repeat, running my fingers through this hair to calm him down.

"Are you sure?"

I pull him in for another kiss, "Just shut up and fuck me."

***

Devyn's hand hovers over my eye as she carefully does my eyeliner. Kat is to my left, doing the same.

I sit as still as I can as they banter for the camera. I agreed to let them do a makeup challenge on me for Dev's channel.

I can't restrain myself any longer, I need to know, "Do you guys know anything about Shea?" I blurt. They both pull back in synch, staring at me with the same expressions.

Devyn spins around and shuts the camera off.

Oh god.

"Colby's friend?" Kat clarifies, and I nod.

"Not really much to say about her." Devyn says dismissively.

"Did they ever... y'know, hook up?" I push the question, fiddling with my hands for comfort.

"Not that I know of. Sam can keep a secret from anyone but me, so I would've heard about it for sure since Colby tells him everything." Kat chuckles lightheartedly.

"Yeah, I've only ever met her a few times when she'd come over to film. They'd go explore some places then come back to the house to chill, but they were never flirtatious or anything like that around us." Devyn adds.

I feel the weight in my chest lighten a bit, but there's one more question I'm dying to know, "Do they still talk?"

"I don't think they have for a while. They kind of drifted because his fans gave her a lot of hate. She definitely hasn't been over to the house in like, six months?" Devyn recalls, taking a few pauses to think.

I nod at their affirmation, exhaling a refreshing breath.

I can finally ease my nerves. Morgan really was just trying to get in my head. Unless they're covering for him. After all, they've all been friends longer than we have.

They wouldn't lie to me like that, would they?

I jump at the sudden vibration from my pocket. I take my phone out, smiling at Colby's name lighting up the screen.

I answer his call, bringing the phone to my ear, "Hey, love." I greet.

"Hey.." his voice is low, and his tone instantly makes me heart start to race, "Can you come over? There's something I need to tell you."