Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Cole
" P ack your things, Taylor." I grunted, my gaze following her as she worked behind the bar. "You're not staying here." The bar was closed, and Taylor was closing up for the night.
"You can't just roll back into town and start throwing around demands, Cole." Her eyes didn't meet mine as she busied herself with wiping down the bar.
I'd just gotten back to town in enough time to run an errand, get to the bar, pick Taylor up, and bring her home with me.
"Okay," I mumbled. “Please come stay at the ranch with me." Taylor was officially free of Bridgewater if she wanted to be. The house sale was finalized today, which also meant she was homeless until she found another place to live, and I had a feeling she wouldn't until she chose whether to move with me or stay behind.
"No, thank you."
"Taylor, you can't stay here." I groaned. "It's not safe."
She stopped flicking me a look. "It's fine, Cole. I've slept here more times than I can count." I ran my hand down my face. "Plus, you know your mom isn't my biggest fan."
"Then we'll sneak you in and out of my bedroom window like we're sixteen again." I was mostly teasing.
She huffed out a laugh. "I was never really good at sneaking around."
I shook my head, a grin spreading across my face. "No, you weren't. I think you almost got us caught every time."
"Drink?" She pulled a bottle of whiskey off the shelf and held it up.
I nodded, sliding onto a bar stool. "How many shots will it take to make you come home with me?"
Frowning, she pulled two glasses out and set them on the bar. "To deal with your mother?" she poured the brown liquid into the glasses. "Probably a lot."
"Okay." I leaned forward, reaching for a glass. Then how many shots until you invite me to stay?" Dropping back against the high-back barstool, I brought the glass to my lips without taking my eyes off her. God, she was beautiful. Even in a pair of black leggings, a T-shirt, and her hair pulled up messily with no makeup, she was still the prettiest girl—well, woman now—I'd ever seen, but she was also annoyingly stubborn.
Her gaze lifted, meeting mine as the corner of her lips twitched with amusement. Her big blue eyes flickered with flirtation. "I wasn't aware you needed an invitation?"
My eyes followed her as she brought the glass to her lips, sipping the dark liquor before strolling around the bar. "Would you rather I tell you I'm staying?" I smirked cocking my head to the side as she slid in between the stool next to me and me leaning against the bar. "I don't have a problem with that way either."
"That's more your style," she teased.
Setting my glass on the bar as my heated gaze swept over her, I twisted and shifted so she was between my legs. My hands curled around her hips, and I jerked her into me so fast and hard that the dark liquid in her cup sloshed around, threatening to spill. The energy between us was so electrically charged I thought I might hear the sizzle as our bodies collided. My lips dropped to her ear. "But if I recall correctly, you don't like being told what to do." I pulled back, my eyes meeting hers.
She smiled as she leaned forward, brushing her lips with mine. "That is true." My heart rate ramped up when she groped me through my jeans. "Unless you're ordering me to my knees." My breath caught, and I nearly choked on it. My eyes closed, savoring her heated touch, and my cock twitched under her firm palm, trying to burst through the denim to get to her touch.
"Don't play with me, woman." I groaned, pulling her onto my lap before spinning back to the bar and pinning her between me and the bar.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. "I would never."
My mouth captured hers as my arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her body flush against mine. Her lips parted as her hand dove into my hair, pulling and tugging like she was in control.
Thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, each stroke was more passionate, more enthusiastic, more erotic than the last; I slid my hand under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her naked back. Our tongues tangled together, fighting for submission.
It was a fight I had no intention of losing.
Her message came in loud and clear. She wanted me to take control.
Holding her tight against me, I lifted off the stool, kicking it out from under me as I dropped her onto the bar. The stool crashing against the concrete floor echoed through the quiet, but she didn't even flinch.
I gripped her hips, jerking her ass to the edge of the bar and forcing her legs to spread wide for me. My lips moved to her jawline and up to her ear.
"Stand up and strip." I pulled back to see her reaction.
Her eyes widened. "You want me to..."
"Stand up and strip." I smirked. "I want to watch you undress again." The bar was mostly dark, with only the lights from the liquor display behind the bar giving off just a little more than her silhouette.
She shifted and moved to stand while I punched a random button on the jukebox, and an old R&B song came on. The jukebox was old and on its last leg of life, so it wasn't as loud as it used to be, but it would do for now.
When I twisted back, my breath hitched, and my pulse raced as my eyes followed the movement of her hips. I hadn't even realized I was moving until I was already standing at the edge of the bar, staring up at her. I watched, mesmerized, as she slowly removed each article of clothing as her hips swayed with the music until she was down to her bright white lacy bra and matching panties.
With her eyes still locked on mine, she reached back and unhooked the bra, letting it slide seductively slow off her shoulders and arms until it reached her hand. She tossed it to me, and it landed on my head.
Pulling the bra off, I dropped it to the floor. "Stop," I ordered as she hooked her thumbs into the thin strings on her hips. My gaze lifted, meeting hers. "Those are mine to take off." There was a slight edge to my tone that made her freeze but mixed with enough desperation that her lips curved into a smile.
Holding both hands up, she stepped forward, and I wrapped my hand around her waist, easing her ass down to the bar.
"They're all yours," she purred, falling back on her hands so her body was angled to give me full access to her... to my panties.
My eyes swept over her perfect curves as my nails curled into her ass, digging into her skin, and I jerked her to the edge of the bar spreading her legs wider to accommodate me, settling between them. My lips dropped to her throat, her head fell back, and her lips parted on an exhale. "You are so fucking beautiful," I rasped, running my lips down her throat to her chest as my hands cupped her full tits, caressing before I sucked her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the hardened bud.
"Are you going to get these things off today?" Without releasing her nipple, my gaze lifted, meeting her teasing eyes, and she hissed when my lips grazed the tight bud.
"Are they soaking wet yet?" I groaned against her soft skin as I slid my hand between her thighs, running my knuckles over the thin layer of lace between us. I huffed out a laugh. "Oh, you're so fucking wet. These panties are dripping for me."
She squirmed when I skimmed my nose and heated breath over her panties. My lips curved into a grin when her thighs squeezed around my face. I was only getting started. My fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, and I kissed my way down her thighs as I pulled the lacy material behind me, letting the stubble on my jaw tease and tickle her skin.
My gaze locked on her as her eyes followed the panties. Balling them in my fist, I felt just how turned on she was. How fucking ready she was for me as I shoved them in my pocket. Those were mine. "Mine." My voice was a gravelly rasp. I wasn't just talking about the panties. I was laying my claim to Taylor. She was mine.
Her eyes lifted, meeting mine as my lips curved into a smirk. My fingers slid between her closed knees, prying them open. The bar was too tall to get on my knees, so I kneeled so I was at eye level with her pussy. Pressing my lips against her inner thigh, I kissed and nipped my way up, forcing her legs to spread wider and wider.
She was so fucking wet her skin glistened against the small amount of light. I ran a finger down her length, groaning when she coated it with her arousal. "There hasn't been a single day that I haven't fantasized about this moment." Her head fell back on a moan as I pushed one finger inside her. "I need to know if you taste as good as I remember."
I pumped my finger in and out of her torturously slow as I swiped my tongue up her length, ghosting over her clit and teasing her.
A choked groan rumbled out of her. "Cole, please," she pleaded. My lips curled into a smirk, and with my eyes locked on hers, my tongue flicked out, striking her clit. Her eyes closed as she bucked her hips into my face, chasing that orgasm she was begging for. "Don't stop." She shifted to hold her weight on one hand as the other slid into my hair, fisting it tight and holding me right where she needed me. My tongue worked her clit, and I added another finger, stretching her as my fingers fucked her faster, finding that perfect rhythm that made her legs tremble and had her pussy pulsating around my fingers.
Her grip tightened, pulling me tight against her pussy, and I sucked her clit between my teeth, greedily stroking her, devouring her until her entire body went rigid, and she screamed out my name as she released my hair.
I removed my fingers, sliding down and thrusting my tongue in and out of her, making sure to laps up every drop of her orgasm.
"You taste even fucking better than I remember." I worked myself out of my pants with my gaze locked on hers. Taylor's chest rose and fell with quick rapid breaths as her gaze dropped when my pants hit the ground, and my cock sprang free. Her eyes widened as her tongue swept over her lips like she was starving to have me between them, but that wasn't going to happen because I needed to be inside her. I needed to feel her come on my cock.
My eyes locked with hers as I stepped forward into her. My arms hooked around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
"I could do that every day for the rest of my life."
She smiled as her fingers dug into my hair, tugging to angle my mouth up to hers, and her lips dropped to mine. The kiss was immediately desperate and messy. Her mouth opened, and my tongue slipped in, tasting and teasing hers as she ground herself against me.
She wanted more...
The bar was the perfect height to eat her perfect pussy but a little high to fuck her on. I hoisted her up, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I carried her across the room, not breaking from the kiss until I dropped her feet to the ground.
Gripping her hips, I spun her and curled my hand around the back of her neck, bending over the square table as I used my free hand to knock everything to the floor. Glass shattering against the concrete floors filled the quiet room, masking only the sound of our heavy breathing.
I slid my wide head through her slick flesh, coating myself with her arousal before positioning myself at her entrance. Her hands curled around the edges of the table, and my hand slid into her hair. "And now I'm going to make this pussy mine."
My hand tightened in her hair, and with a slight pull, I thrust my hips forward, filling her.
"Oh, fuck," she cried out, and I froze. She felt too good. Way too fucking good. "Don't stop." She desperately tried to rock her hips as her pussy sucked me deeper, begging for more.
So I gave her what she wanted. I started fucking her in quick, brutal strokes. Jerking her head back to arch her back, I withdrew before driving back into her over and over again with long, deep thrusts.
"Cole," she moaned, her hands squeezing so tightly around the table's edge that her knuckles went white. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming."
"That's it, baby, come all over my cock." I continued fucking her to draw out her orgasm, savoring the feeling of her pussy clenching around me.
I snapped my hips forward faster, harder, deeper until my entire body tightened, and with one last thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, releasing myself with a grunt.