I step into the bedroom after showering, feeling completely deflated like every time I return from having to kiss Harper goodbye; I feel empty, a shell.
My hair is wet and sticking to my face, and my towel is wrapped tightly around my body. I’m barely keeping myself together.
Cole is stretched out on my bed in only his boxer shorts. His head is propped up on his elbow, and he’s watching me closely, as if sensing my impending meltdown.
“Come here, beauty.” His voice oozes sympathy and comfort. Cole holds his arms out for me, and I walk toward him, letting him pull me into his solid chest as I fall against him.
I can’t help the sob that catches in my throat. I’ve never had someone to cry into before, to offer me comfort, and right now, in his solid chest, I feel protected and cherished. I feel loved.
“I’ve got you. Let it out.” My tears flow freely at his words as his hand trails up and down my back. “Let it all out, beauty,” he gently coos.
And I do, I cry until I can’t cry anymore, until my eyes are empty of tears, and my mind is satiated, until I fall into the deepest sleep, where I dream of a life with Cole and Harper.
My own little family.
I can feel kisses being trailed down my spine, and wet lips gently suck at the flesh on my ass. Forcing my eyes open and down to the wet lips, Cole has his gaze firmly locked on mine. I roll onto my back to get a better view of him. His mouth parts as he takes in my naked body, exposed and suddenly desperate for him. His eyes are heavy and lust filled as I move my hand toward my clit, gently circling over the swollen bud of nerves.
“Are you going to put on a show for me, beauty?” His eyes flare as he watches me closely. He grips my thighs and opens me wide as he sits back on his heels to watch me from the bottom of the bed.
Cole’s naked abs are taut in pleasure as he tugs on his length before stroking it to the same pace as my own movement.
His rhythm becomes reckless as his eyes flick from my fingers to my face. My spine arches as my climax nears. He moves his hips in time with his hand, fucking himself with vigor. It’s one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His eyes hold mine hostage as he says the words, giving me no option but to believe him. The way he looks at me makes me want to pull him close and never let him go. I want him to care for me, protect me, and love me.
“Please, Cole. I need you.” His nostrils flare as I beg for him. “Please.”
He licks his lips, causing a moan to escape me.
“Lick your fingers clean, beauty. Taste yourself.”
I do as he asks, tasting my sweet essence. I suck on my fingers and close my eyes on a groan.
The bed shifts around me, and I open my eyes to find Cole lying beside me, his hard pierced cock leaking strings of pre-cum and standing to attention. “I want you to fuck me, beauty. I want to watch your tits bounce for me when you come on my thick cock.”
I suck in a breath at his words. Rising from my position, I throw my leg over his solid body. My hands travel up his chiseled muscles, over the ridges of golden perfection. “Cole.” His name comes out breathy, a whisper of need behind it.
Cole’s cock sits beneath my wetness, and I slowly drag myself back and forth over him, relishing in the tight grip he has on my thighs as I rock against him.
“Beauty, you’re teasing me.”
My lips ghost over his. “I want you to fill me. To flood me with your cum.”
His green eyes darken. “Fuck, I want that. I want your pussy to drown in my cum.”
Our lips clash. His tongue forces itself in my mouth, and I stroke over his piercing, earning a groan of appreciation.
I continue to gently rock over his solid length, moaning when his pierced cock hits the perfect spot.
“Fuck, beauty, put me inside.” Our mouths tangle together again, his tongue fucking my mouth as he bucks his hips up into me. “Put me inside, beauty.” He groans ruggedly when I tighten my thighs on him, purposely ignoring him.
“Mmm, Cole. You feel so good.”
“Fuck. Fuck, beauty.” He grabs my hips and raises me, positions his cock, then slams me down on his full length without warning.
I throw my head back in both shock and pleasure, his thickness stretching me and his piercing rubbing against me. “Oh, Cole.”
“Fuck yeah. Bounce on my cock, beauty.”
I lift myself off his body and slam myself back down, over and over again.
“Fuck, let me see those tits.”
I drag my hands roughly over my breasts, squeezing them together while Cole uses his grip on my thighs to raise me up and down. His hips buck into me with a slam from below. Wetness pools around me, a mixture of my arousal and his pre-cum flowing between us. “So fucking wet, beauty. So desperate for my cock.”
“Yes. Please, Cole.”
He leans forward and moves his hand to my breast, squeezing it as I hold it out for him. His tongue flicks over the peak of my nipple, the metal of his piercing sending a cold tremor through my body. He nips at me, grazing his teeth over the peak, causing me to wince before he gently kisses away the sting.
Cole drops back down onto the pillow. “Make love to me, beauty.” His green eyes darken with a look of vulnerability about them, as though I’m about to reject his words. They echo in my mind. “Make love to me, beauty.” And I’ve never wanted those words as much as I want them now. My chest tightens with the awareness. I nod in response, giving him what he wants, what we both want.
Love.
My pussy clenches as I gently move over his body. Our eyes stay locked in a silent stare, where we don’t speak but say a million things at the same time.
“Cole, I . . .” My body tightens above his when I feel his muscles flex and his jaw locks, but our eyes stay on one another.
“I . . .” my breathing becomes ragged, and my heart hammers. My pussy squeezes him, pulling him closer. He continues to thrust up into me, but the grip on my thighs tells me he’s refraining from working faster, harder. He’s dragging this out; he’s relishing in it as much as me.
“Fuck. I can’t.” He squeezes his eyes closed, and his nostrils flare before he darts his eyes open again, determination seeping from them. “Fuck. I . . .”
My pussy clamps around him as I squeeze my breasts tighter. Cole’s lips part to speak, but I say it for him. I say the words.
“I love you.”
He erupts deep inside me, but his hips continue moving at a languorous pace, and my pussy milks every drop of his thick cum.
“I love you too, beauty.”
His cock still deep inside me, our release slides out as I drop onto his chest, my body and mind both spent.
“I can feel your cum dripping out of me.” I giggle into his chest.
I feel him grin against my hair. “I need to plug that pussy.” He breaks out into a chuckle, causing his chest to vibrate and my laugh to breeze over him. Cole tightens his arms around me, holding me close, as though I’d move from him at any second.
“I want you to move in with me.” I still at his words, fear gripping me. This is not part of my plan; this is not what’s meant to happen.
I’m meant to work, focus on school, and get Harper back.
“Shh, I can feel the panic in you, beauty.” His hands tighten more. “I spoke to Lucas; he said our attorney suggested it. That it would look better for the custody case if you were living with the guy you were having a relationship with.” His words come out rushed as though practiced but still full of nerves.
I turn my head to stare at him, and his green eyes ooze desperation, a plea. A promise.
“What about work?”
Cole’s lips turn up in a smile. “Beauty, you don’t have to work. I want to look after you.”
My body tightens. I want to work; I need to work. I’m independent, I don’t need handouts. Not anymore.
As if sensing my thoughts, he says, “But we have clubs. You can work in one of those. Bar work, administration. We’re always hiring.” He shrugs as though it’s nothing, when in reality, it’s taken me forever to gain employment. Yet, he’s offering me a multitude of options.
“Beauty—” He licks his lips slowly. “I need to go home.” He bends forward and presses a kiss to my forehead, holding my head to his lips. His fingers tighten in my hair. “Please. I don’t want to lose you.” He pulls back, and I see the sincerity in his eyes, the fear of losing us before we even get a chance to truly start.
“Please,” he begs on a whisper.
My heart is in turmoil, a blend of fear and excitement for a new start.
A feeling of hope within reach.
“Okay,” I agree on a soft smile.
Cole echoes my words with a huge grin. “Okay?”
I nod, my smile broadening, thanks to his enthusiasm.
“You won’t regret it, beauty. I promise.”
