“I can do that, baby,” I whispered.
Chapter Forty-Three
Reed
Cole stripped out of the rest of his suit, grabbed the lube, and climbed back onto the bed. He smiled at me as he leaned down to kiss me again, and when I pushed his chest with my palm, he looked surprised. I wanted to taste him. Put my mouth all over his body and show him just how much I loved him. He might not want me to say sorry anymore, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t show him how bad I felt. It was wrong. And I knew that now.
“What’s wrong?” Cole asked. “Did you change your mind?”
I shook my head. “No, Casanova, never. I just want you to lie back so I can service you.” I climbed up to straddle his waist when he did as I asked.
“You’re stunning.” Cole placed his hands on my waist. I was still wearing his jersey and the panties he liked so much. “I’ve always thought so.”
I spread my body over his. “Really? Even when I was an awkward sixteen-year-old, who had no idea what he was doing when he was trying to flirt with you.”
“You flirted with me?” His eyes went wide. “When? Through letters and dm’s?”
I chuckled. “Obviously I didn’t do a good job, but yeah. I tried to be cute and tell you how impressed I was with your discipline in playing hockey. You had a crazy body even back then. I was mesmerized.”
“Are you serious right now?” Cole gasped. “I remember thinking you were so pretty. That picture of you, the one where you were wearing those ballet shoes and standing in front of the mirror...God, that was my fucking undoing.”
My lips spread into a smile. “Those pointe shoes were a nightmare. They belonged to my mother. I don’t dance in those. But I enjoyed the photoshoot.” I slithered down his muscled torso. “This chest hair.” I dragged my tongue over it. “Sexy.” I kissed each pec, then moved down to his belly. “These abs are a fucking wet dream.” I licked each one. “And don’t even get me started on this happy trail that lives rent-free in my head.” I kissed and licked that, too, because I could. Cole was mine, after all. He loved me.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
I smirked. “Don’t die on me yet. I have plans for you. I slid my fingers into the band of his briefs. “Okay?” I knew what we were doing, but I wanted to hear him consent. Tell me he wanted me to remove his underpants.
“Yes, of course. It’s always okay if you touch me.” Cole leaned up onto his elbows as I slowly slid his briefs down his muscled thighs and calves. His cock smacked against his taut stomach, leaving behind a sticky residue. I couldn’t help but lean forward to collect it with my tongue.
I ignored Cole’s cock. Instead, I mouthed his meaty thighs, leaving several dark hickeys. He was mine, after all. I needed to make sure everyone knew it. Fingers tangled in my hair as I licked his skin and reached up to roll his balls between my fingers. When I glanced up, Cole’s eyes were glazed over with lust.
“I need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
Cole growled. “My cock, baby, touch my cock. Put that pretty little mouth around me and suck my brains out through my fucking dick. That’s what I need right now.”
“I know what you need,” I whispered.
I peppered kisses along his shaft, then sucked the tip into my mouth. The low moan Cole released told me it was the right thing. I teased him a little, just licking and sucking the head as my own dick ached inside my panties. The fabric was damp with my pre-cum, and I resisted the urge to get myself off. I wanted him inside me when I did.
I sucked his cock like my life depended on it. I gagged and choked on Cole’s cock. Spit and tears covered my face. My nails dug into the skin on his thighs while I worked him over. Felt the way he trembled at my touch. Felt every sound he made as it vibrated through his body under my palms. How had I been able to live without him? Without this? The truth was, I wasn’t living at all. I was drifting through life, pretending I was fine when I was lost.
“Baby, hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Cole asked. He brushed the wetness from my cheeks.
I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I tried to smile, but my heart felt like it was bleeding inside my chest. When I didn’t answer, Cole grabbed me under my armpits and yanked me up against him.
“I’m okay.”
“You’re clearly not,” he murmured. His thumbs stroked my face again. “Talk to me, Reed. You’re kind of scaring me right now.”
My vision blurred, then a sob escaped me. I buried my face against Cole’s chest and cried even harder when he pulled me against him. He whispered softly that I was fine. That he loved me, and he would protect that. Cole let me cry until there was nothing left. Angry, heartbreaking sounds that I had been hidingfor years escaped as I clung to him. And when I was done, he gave me a soft kiss. One that made my heart sore.
“So...Sorry,” I hiccupped.
Cole brushed the hair from forehead. “You don’t have to apologize.” He brushed his lips over mine again. “You want to talk about it?”
“Not really.” I peered at him through wet eyes.