Chapter 20 Cosi
Cosi
Spencer yawned, covering it with a hand.
It was nearly eleven, and we’d been sitting at this table for hours. After scarfing dinner, the three of us had settled in to slowly decode Ike’s map.
We’d just finished with the last line—a creek so small it had taken us a while to place and highlight it.
There were still five more numbers to decipher, and while some of the number sequences hadn’t been as straightforward as the first, others had meant piecing together different items from the key.
Ike’s logic had made sense to him, but it had taken us hours to muddle through.
Even when we were finished with the numbers, we’d have three different lines and series of dots on this atlas to reconcile. I wasn’t sure how long it would take for us to make sense of this map.
If there was sense to make.
When Ilsa yawned, I knew we’d be more productive with fresh eyes in the morning.
“Okay, time for bed,” I said.
Spencer’s eyes bugged out. “But, Dad, we’re not done.”
“It’s late. This will be here tomorrow. No arguments. We could all use some rest.”
“Fine,” he pouted, slumping in his chair. “Can I skip school?”
Ilsa laughed. “Because you want to work on this or because you have a math test?”
“Both?” He grinned, looking to me with pleading eyes. “Please?”
“Not a chance.” I nodded to his hall. “Off to bed.”
“You never let me skip school,” he grumbled.
“Get straight As and we’ll talk.”
“Working on it.” His gaze lifted to Ilsa. “Is Richie still your favorite?”
Who was Richie?
Ilsa threw her head back and laughed. “Yes, but you’re catching up.”
“Good.” He grinned again and stood.
I wasn’t the only Raynes enamored with her, was I? If impressing her was the motivation behind this newfound effort he was putting toward school, I wasn’t going to complain.
“Hey, pal?” I stopped him before he could disappear down the hall. Before he went to bed, I wanted him to know Ilsa was going to be in mine. If anyone deserved to know the truth, it was Spencer. “Ilsa is sleeping in my bed. You okay with that?”
“Cosi.” Ilsa’s jaw dropped as she smacked my arm.
I chuckled, catching her hand and holding it against my chest. “He already knows.”
She grimaced. “Since you saw him kiss me earlier?”
“No, since Dad was checking out your ass this morning and he winked at me before we left for school.”
Ilsa’s face flamed. “You weren’t meant to see that.”
“Just like I wasn’t meant to see that kiss.” Spencer smirked, teasing her.
“Is it going to be weird now?” she asked, genuine concern etched on her face. “I don’t want anyone to give you a hard time at school.”
“I don’t give a shit about what people say.” He puffed up his chest.
That was a lie. All teenagers cared what other kids said. But he’d withstand any taunting to make her feel good about this.
Pride swelled in my chest, making it hard to breathe. God, I loved my kid. I loved the young man he was becoming.
“Are you sure you don’t care?” she asked.
If he said it bothered him, if he asked us to stop, she’d spend every night in that guest bedroom. And I’d let her. We’d put this on pause until he was comfortable.
“You can date my dad,” he said. “It’s cool.”
The breath I’d been holding rushed from my lungs as a shy smile lit up Ilsa’s face.
“Okay.” She winked at him.
“So can I skip school?” he asked.
I burst out laughing, tipping my face to the ceiling as Ilsa threaded her fingers with mine.
“Worth a shot,” Spencer said. “Night.”
“Good night.” I stood, keeping Ilsa’s hand in mine. As Spencer went to his bathroom, I shut off the lights in the kitchen, pulling her with me down the hallway.
“Cosi?” She tugged on my hand, slowing me as we reached my doorway. “Do you think we should talk about what we’re doing?”
“What are we doing, baby?” I pulled her into my dark bedroom and closed the door, sweeping her into my arms. Then I dipped to skim my lips across her cheekbone.
“I don’t know. You tell me.” She was already working the buttons on my shirt free.
“This.” I kissed the corner of her mouth.
She melted against me, her fingers splaying across my chest. “And what is this?”
Everything. This had the potential to become everything. But it was too soon for that answer, so I latched my mouth to her pulse, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that she’d have to hide with a turtleneck tomorrow.
“Cosi,” she hissed, knowing exactly what I was doing, but she didn’t try to tear away.
I grinned against the column of her throat, trailing my lips along the underside of her jaw.
Her fingers slipped under the collar of my shirt, nails skimming along my collarbone. Her touch was light but it felt like fire, stoking the desire that burned through my veins.
“Strip for me.”
She pulled away, her eyes dark, her breaths coming in short pants. She unfastened her slacks, shimmying them down her hips and legs. Stepping out of them, she kicked them aside and lifted up her sweater to reveal a sexy white lace bra that matched her panties.
The silvery moonlight that streamed through the windows made the fabric glow as it accentuated the slender curves of her hips, the swell of her perfect breasts.
My cock throbbed behind my zipper, desperate to sink inside her body, but it would have to wait. Tonight, I wanted her on my tongue.
She reached to unclasp her bra, but I took her wrist, pulling her closer. Then I sealed my mouth over hers, savoring that sweet moan as my tongue licked her pout.
With a quick tug, I pulled her against me and carried her to the bed, laying her on the mattress. Her hair fanned out over my pillows, and as I came down on top of her, she wrapped her legs around my hips, her hands diving into my hair.
The way she pulled on my hair made me never want to cut it again. Made me never want to leave this bed.
I kissed her until she was breathless, then I tore my mouth away from hers, trailing my lips along her throat and through the valley of her breasts.
Lower and lower, I worshipped the flat plane of her stomach, licking her navel, until I reached the top of her panties.
She pushed up to her elbows, meeting my gaze.
I gave her a wicked smirk, dropping to the apex of her thighs to suck her clit into my mouth, panties and all.
Ilsa nearly bucked off the bed, falling backward and slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle a cry.
Reaching for her bra, I tugged the cups down below her peaked nipples, giving each a flick that made her back arch.
“Are you wet for me?”
She nodded, her hand still over her mouth.
“Let’s find out.” I eased her panties off her hips, kissing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh as I dragged them down, revealing a mound of neatly trimmed, glistening black curls. “So fucking wet.”
I climbed off the bed, taking her panties with me until they slipped off her feet. Then I yanked off my shirt, tossing it aside before I stripped out of my jeans.
She liked that I rarely wore underwear, and I sure as hell didn’t miss the extra layer at moments like this.
“Look how hard you make me.” My cock throbbed, aching to sink inside her perfect pussy.
She sat up, tongue darting out to lick her lower lip as I stroked myself, spreading the drop of come at the tip along the shaft.
I hadn’t fucked her mouth yet, but soon. I’d take her in every way she’d let me. “Spread your knees.”
She obeyed, widening her legs, letting me take in that gorgeous pussy.
“Touch yourself.”
She gulped, hesitating for a moment. But then she skimmed her hand over her hip, dropping it to her center. Her fingers toyed with her slit, timid and teasing.
“After I fuck you with my tongue, I’m going to flip you over and take you from behind. Hard.”
Her fingers moved faster, sliding her wetness to her clit.
“You like that idea? Me pounding into you as you hold on to the headboard?”
“Yes.” She rocked her hips against her hand, fingers working faster.
“Then I’m going to carry you to the shower and put you on your knees so I can fuck your mouth and come down your throat.”
“Cosi,” she whimpered, her middle finger circling her clit. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” I gripped the backs of her calves, dragging her to the edge of the bed. Then I dropped to my knees and took hold of her hand.
Finger by finger, I took each into my mouth and licked them clean. By the time I was done, her legs were trembling.
“Cosi. Please.”
“Not yet.”
Her frustrated growl filled the bedroom.
It was delicious, torturing her. Kissing along her center, giving her playful licks. Fluttering my tongue along her clit but only for a second. I played with her until she was so desperate, she pulled and pinched at her nipples, lifting her hips to my mouth.
I was rock hard, my arousal pressed against the foot of the bed, when I finally fucked into her with my tongue, letting my mustache tickle her clit until I drew the bundle of nerves into my mouth.
One hard suck and she came apart, bucking against my mouth so hard I had to hold her down, feasting on the sweet taste of her release until she collapsed.
The most intoxicating sight was this woman coming apart on my bed.
I’d known it the first night we’d met. She was something special, and I was in trouble. So much fucking trouble.
“Oh God.” She draped an arm over her eyes, the aftershocks of her orgasm still shaking her body as I lifted her higher and spun her over onto her belly.
I went to the nightstand for a condom, but before I could take one from the drawer, she reached for my hand.
“I’m on birth control.” Every muscle in my body locked as she twisted onto her side and gave me a shy smile. “If you want.”
I wanted to feel her bare more than I wanted my next breath.
“I know that’s probably a big step. After everything with Spencer’s mom and—”
I silenced whatever else she was going to say with a kiss, my tongue sliding between her teeth.
If she’d read my hesitation as doubt rather than shock, we’d settle that right now.