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by Ashley Jade
“Then who?” He waves his hands. “Who is this mystery man you don’t want to tell me a—”
“Tommy,” I admit. “It was Tommy.”
Chapter 60
Cole
That motherfucking good for nothing snake.
I already had every reason to hate him and after hearing what he did to Sawyer—how he used her to get off and then tried to act like he was some noble prince after he was done with her…
It’s safe to say I’ve just added one more reason to the list.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “But it—”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
She shouldn’t be apologizing. If anyone should be apologizing, it’s him. It’s a good thing the fucker left town, otherwise he’d no longer be breathing.
Suffice it to say the moment between us is ruined and my hard-on is officially gone.
“I’m starving.” I head for my bedroom door. “I’m gonna order us a pizza. Be right back.”
“Cole.”
I turn. “Yeah?”
“You can talk about him…in fact, I think it might help if you did.”
“Why the fuck would I ever want to talk about Tom—”
“I meant Liam.”
Just like that, the thawing ice around my heart begins to freeze.
I glare at her. “If this is gonna work between us, I have three rules.”
She raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“Don’t ever lie to me again. Don’t ever mess around with another guy. And don’t bring up Liam…ever.”
The lethal tone of my voice makes it clear there is no goddamn room for argument.
“I’m gonna go.”
I look down at her plate. She barely took a bite of her pizza.
After the Tommy bomb she dropped earlier, things have been a little tense between us.
Reaching down, she grabs her purse off the floor. “I have to work all day tomorrow. I’d say stop by, but…yeah.”
I’m not allowed. Which is bullshit if you ask me.
Any place that prevents me from seeing Sawyer is a place that deserves to be burned to the ground.
“Tell Stone I said hi.” A gut-wrenching thought bred from pure jealousy strikes me. “Unless you’re hooking up with him too.”
I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth, but it’s too late.
Sawyer is already looking at me like I’m a royal asshole.
I am.
She draws in a deep breath, like she’s trying to remain as composed as she can. “I can’t…I literally have no words, Colton.”
I should apologize.
She didn’t do anything wrong.
It was me.
It’s always me.
Chapter 61
Cole
I hate the way I left things with her.
But, since she’s not answering any of my texts, she only brought what’s happening upon herself.
Flipping my hoodie up, I take a deep breath and climb the side of her house. I’m grateful for all the years of grueling football practice that kept my body in tiptop shape, because this shit isn’t nearly as easy as it looks in the movies.
Fortunately, her window is open again, which makes my job a hell of a lot easier.
I make a mental note to yell at her to close it after I leave though because any maniac could crawl through it in the middle of the night.
Case in point—the one attempting to right now.
Hanging onto the ledge with one hand, I raise the window higher with the other.
Being as quiet as I can, I climb inside.
The lights are out—given it’s past midnight and all—but to my dismay she’s not here.
Da fuck? Her van is in the driveway.
Pulling out my phone, I shoot her a text.
Cole: Where are you?
The phone on the nightstand lights up.
I guess that would explain why she ignored my last two texts.
I’m about to go sit on her bed and wait, but I hear the faint click of a latch. “‘Night, Daddy. Love you.”
Shit. Her dad is still up.
Thinking quick, I slip behind the open door of her closet and crouch down.
There’s no doubt in my mind if she sees a shadowy figure standing in her room, she’ll scream her head off and he’ll rush inside.
I’m not about to give her overprotective redneck daddy the luxury of shooting me tonight.
Her vanilla-coconut scent invades my nostrils the second she enters the room.
Christ. She always smells so fucking good.
I bite my knuckle as I take in the bathrobe she’s wearing and the knotted towel on her head.
My dick twitches. Fresh out of the shower.
I’m hoping she turns on the light so I can get an even better show, but she doesn’t.
After putting her glasses on, she walks over to her dresser and takes out a t-shirt and panties.
My cock comes to life as she pulls the white cotton up her legs.
I’m hoping she slips out of the bathrobe next, but she whips the towel off her head and turns to the mirror above her dresser.
A moment later, she flicks on a vanity light and picks up her blow dryer.
It’s now or never.
Standing up, I open the closet door and walk out.
The floor creaks at the same time the blow dryer clicks on.
However, it doesn’t stop her from spotting me in the mirror.
“Don’t scream,” I instruct, quickly placing my hand over her mouth. “It’s me.”
I can feel the panic coursing through her body as she drops the dryer and makes a frightened muffled sound in her throat.
It takes a few seconds for her brain to get the signal, but when she does, she stomps on my foot.
“What the hell?” she hisses. “Again—”
She’s cut off by a knock on her door. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”
She clutches her chest. “I’m fine, Daddy. Just a little clumsy.”
He chuckles. “All right. I’m heading downstairs to go to bed. Get some sleep.”
“Sweet dreams.”
She waits for his footsteps to fade before she speaks. “Why are you here?”
“I didn’t like the way we left things earlier.”
Her eyes widen. “You know, there are these nifty things called phones.”
“I tried to text you, but you didn’t answer.”
She sweeps a hand up and down her body. “Because I was taking a bubble bath, you as—”
She doesn’t get a chance to finish that statement because I close the distance between us and kiss her.
Like always, she puts up a fight.
Grabbing a nice handful of her ass, I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, demanding access.
When she doesn’t grant it, I suck and nibble her bottom lip and pin her against a wall.
The thickness in my pants grows when she bites me back.
She’s angry.
Perhaps she just needs the right outlet for it.
Lucky for her, I know the perfect one.
“That’s it,” I rasp as I squeeze one of her tits through her robe. “Make me pay.”
This time when I kiss her again, it’s pure venom.
She bites my tongue so hard I growl as she digs her nails into my scalp.
“Fuck you,” she whispers.
I slip my hand under her robe and tweak her nipple.
“Don’t tempt me, Bible Thumper,” I warn as I dip my head, lowering my mouth to her neck.
Just like her nipples, it’s another weak spot.
I suck her flesh hard enough I know she’ll have marks.
Good. She left her mark on me too.
“Go home,” she says, but it comes out in a breathless whisper.
Not happening.
“You and I both know you don’t want that.” Undoing the knot on her robe, I push it to the side, exposing her breast. “Besides, I couldn�
�t stay away from you if I tried.” She hisses when I flick her nipple with my tongue. “But I think you secretly like my obsession with you.”
Mewling, she closes her eyes. “God, you’re impossibly stubborn.”
“And you fucking love it,” I taunt before I close my mouth over the puckered bud.
She lets out a soft moan as I sweep the pad of my thumb along the crotch of her panties.
I’m about to slip my finger inside, when she digs her nails into my scalp again. “Look, I am in this with you, Colton. All the way. But if you ever lash out at me like that again, I’m going to kick you so hard in the balls I’ll do some permanent damage.” Her dark eyes burn like coals. “Got it?”
“Understood.”
I don’t want to fuck this thing up between us.
She draws in a shaky breath. “Good.” She juts her chin toward the still open window. “It’s late and I have work in the morning.”
I back away. “I’ll go…If that’s what you really want.”
Nodding, she re-ties her bathrobe. “It’s probably for the best.”
I disagree.
I’m making my way toward her window when the thought strikes me.
I’m still so revved up, not even fifty cold showers could take the edge off.
She has to be feeling the same way.
“Are you going to touch yourself?”
I hear the hitch in her breath. “What?”
I don’t have to see her to know she’s blushing.
I turn back around. “After I leave, will you touch yourself?”
“That’s—”
“Really personal?” I mock, walking toward her. “Good. Be personal with me.”
“I—”
In one fell swoop, I tug her against me. “Don’t give me bullshit, Church. I’m your real boyfriend now, remember?”
Her real boyfriend who’s real fucking horny.
There’s fire in her eyes again and I fucking love it. “Yes, I was going to touch myself.” She smirks. “Possibly with two fingers this time.”
Damn if that sass doesn’t make me rock hard. “Oh yeah?”
“Yup.” Biting her lip coyly, she pats my cheek. “Too bad for you only good boys get to stay and watch the show.”
All my blood rushes to my dick.
Usually I love how she makes me work for it…but tonight I’m in the mood to be a ruthless asshole and take what’s mine.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I brush my lips against hers.
Right before I bend her over the bed and smack her ass.
“Too bad for you, I’ve never been a good boy.” Shoving my hand through the opening of her robe, I cup her pussy. I can feel her wetness seeping through the cotton of her panties. “Then again, it doesn’t really seem like you mind.”
“Cole—”
I undo the knot on her robe and toss it on the floor. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll go.”
It’s a lie. I won’t go, but I will stop touching her. Even though it very well might kill me.
“No. I was just going to ask you to lock the door.”
Leaning down, I whisper, “Why? Afraid your parents might walk in?”
Hooking my fingers into her panties, I tug them down. “See me taking advantage of their nice—” I skim my finger along her slit. “Sweet.” Slowly, I slip the tip of my finger inside her and groan. The angle makes her even tighter. “Innocent, daughter.”
A soft moan escapes her as I work my finger deeper.
“Imagine this was my cock I was sliding inside you,” I rasp as I pull out and slide back in again. “How fucking good it would feel.”
Reaching behind her, she runs her hand over my erection. “Take it out.”
If I do, I’ll be balls deep inside her and I know she’s not ready for that yet.
I’m about to tell her no, but she tugs on the waistband of my sweatpants. Given I’m not wearing boxers, my cock springs out, slapping against my navel.
“I want to touch you,” she whispers, wrapping her hand around me.
I clench my teeth because the urge to thrust my hips is too fucking strong to ignore. The head of my dick is so goddamn close to her pussy, a soft breeze could take her virginity.
A shudder rolls through me and I place my hand on top of hers. “You have to stop.”
I don’t think she realizes how much I want her. How much self-restraint it’s taking me not to fuck her.
Especially when her pussy is spread out like a buffet.
As hot as it is…it’s also sweet fucking torture.
I can hear the disappointment in her voice. “Why?”
I thrust my finger inside her. “Because if you don’t, one of two things will happen. One—I’ll walk over to the other side of the room and stay there until I can think straight again. Or two—I will fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, Church.”
“Oh.” She draws in a jittery breath. “Well in that case, I—um, I’m sorry?”
“Don’t be.” Dropping to my knees, I whisper, “You’re about to make it up to me.”
“How?”
“By letting me eat this little pussy.”
The second my tongue comes out for a taste, she makes a strangled sound in her throat. “Oh fuck.”
Yeah. That’s exactly what I want to do.
But since I can’t with my dick, I hold her wide open and fuck her with my tongue instead. Licking her in eager, deep strokes.
“Rub your clit for me,” I instruct. “I want to taste your cum.”
She hesitates for a moment, but sure enough, she starts circling the throbbing little bud with her finger.
Her breathing becomes labored as I swirl my tongue deep inside her, lapping up her arousal.
She pushes her pussy into my face. “Fuck yes. Don’t stop.”
Hell, I’m pretty sure not even death could stop me at this point.
I rev up my movements, burying my face in her wetness.
Sawyer goes crazy, bucking her hips. “I’m so close.”
Thick beads of pre-cum form on the tip of my cock and I give myself a languid stroke with my free hand to take the edge off.
“Oh, God, babe. That’s it,” Sawyer moans, gripping the bedsheets.
Babe? Well, then.
She contracts around my tongue so hard for a second I think she’s going to rip the damn thing out of my mouth.
Her body sags against the bed and she starts panting. “Holy shit…that was. So intense.”
Way better than comfortable.
Too bad the same can’t be said for my massive case of blue balls.
When she catches her breath, I grunt, “Remember that offer I turned down before?”
“Yeah.”
“I take it back. I’m gonna need you to play with my cock. Now.”
I swear she laughs as she places her hand back on my dick.
“Hold on,” I tell her.
Turning her head, she looks over her shoulder at me. Fucking hell. Once again, she’s completely oblivious to how gorgeous and sexy she is.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just needs some moisture.”
I dip my finger back inside her and spread her wetness over my length.
Her eyes turn hazy with curiosity as she watches me.
And her interest only turns me on more.
I guide her hand back to my cock. “Much better.”
She starts off slow. “If I tell you something, can you promise you won’t get all cocky about it?”
Absolutely not. “No.” I grin. “But tell me anyway. I like compliments.”
Sighing, she says, “You have a really nice dick.”
My smart-ass retort dies in my throat when she begins jacking me hard and fast.
Jesus. She is good.
Usually, hand jobs are the equivalent of having a burger at a restaurant. You’d much rather have the steak—but hey, it’s still beef, so you can’t really complain.
However, what Sawyer is do
ing is…fucking amazing.
Perfect amount of pressure. Awesome steady speed. I give her technique a solid ten out of ten.
Not to mention the spectacular view I have of her plump round ass and perfect pussy. Bonus for sure.
My balls tingle in warning. “Fuck. Where can I come?”
“Wherever you want.”
Christ. White hot pleasure sizzles up my spine as she pumps me hard and fast.
Groaning, I clasp her ass cheeks and spread them.
She jerks in surprise, but it’s too late. My cum is already jetting out in thick, hot ropes all over her ass and pussy.
Without thinking, I push some inside her with my finger.
The look on her face is a mixture of shock and arousal. “Did you just—”
“Yup.” There’s no point in trying to deny it. I did what I did. “That happened.”
In all fairness you should never tell a guy to cum wherever he wants unless you seriously mean it.
I brace myself for her to start yelling, but she doesn’t.
What she says next is much worse.
“I’m on birth control. I should be okay, right?”
Shit. Now I’m nervous. Sawyer is my version of a saint and all that’s right with the world, but I am not trying to create the next immaculate conception here.
The fact we’re in a position that requires us to rely on my vast knowledge of the subject is…scary as hell.
Suddenly my lungs don’t seem to work as well as they did a minute ago. “You take it like you’re supposed to, right?”
Nodding, she stands up. “Yup. I’ve never missed a dose.”
My beautiful, smart, sexy, responsible, Bible Thumper.
All is right with the world again.
It feels nice to be able to take in air. “We’re fine.”
She reaches for her bathrobe. “I’m gonna go…clean up. Be right back.”
I should probably call an Uber and get going, but I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye first.
A wave of tiredness hits me and I yawn.
Taking off my shoes, I crawl onto her bed.
I’ll just take a little nap until she comes back.
Chapter 62