Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
HANNAH GRACE
M y heart breaks for Cole. For everything he just shared about his deployment, about Hakeem.
Wait a damn minute .
He just dropped that massive heartbreaking bomb but then made the decision that I couldn’t help him with that.
Slamming open the car door, I stalk toward him.
“What the hell, Cole?”
He whips around, his face a mix of surprise and confusion.
“Excuse me?”
“No, I will not ‘excuse you.’ Who were you to decide my future for me? To determine that I couldn’t handle what you had gone through. That I couldn’t help you just the way you had always helped me. You told me I was home to you, but your actions speak louder than your words. Instead of leaning on me, letting me be there for you while you worked your shit out, you made the decision that I couldn’t handle it.”
I poke him once with my finger, the motion somewhat satisfying, and repeat it several more times until he lifts his hand and captures mine from a fourth drill into his solid chest.
“You’re right. I…you…I…”
“You forgot about me.”
That’s probably what hurts the most. That he could just walk away without a second glance.
“Never.” His other hand comes up to grip my bicep. “I thought about you all the time, Hannah Grace.”
I snort.
“Yeah, right. So that’s why you never came back? Never tried to call once you did talk to someone.”
“I thought you hated me. That there would be nothing if I tried to come back?—”
“But you’re back now. Why? Did you want to be the one to come back and rescue me? To be able to ride in on a white horse and rescue the damsel in distress before you turned around and rode back out?”
“You don’t?—”
“You don’t get to tell me what I do and don’t need. Or what I can and can’t handle. I don’t need anyone to rescue me. I can rescue my?—”
My words are cut off as Cole yanks me forward, crushing his lips to mine. He catches me by surprise, but it doesn’t take me long to catch up, our tongues tangling together as I drag my fingers up his chest, circling his neck.
I pour every ounce of frustration, of heartbreak, of sadness, and memory into the way I kiss him, into the way my fingers tunnel through his hair and hold him to me. But for every ounce of heartbreak I give, desire is returned one hundredfold.
He spins us, lifting me up to the hood of the car and stepping between my spread legs without breaking contact with my mouth. His thumbs sweep along my hipbones, singeing me through the fabric of the leggings I tossed on this morning when I thought we were only running to the grocery store.
I lean back, trying to pull him with me and better align our lower bodies to allow the delicious friction where I need it the most, but he resists. I whimper and my fingers claw at his arms as I attempt to quell the ache in my breasts. His lips release mine and trail along my jaw to my ear, before moving south down the column of my throat.
One kiss should not have the power it does over me. It shouldn’t create the ache between my thighs and the desperate need that claws through my body. But I learned a long time ago that “shouldn’t” with this man didn’t exist.
“I’m trying to be good,” he murmurs against the pulse point of my throat before closing his lips against the skin.
“Don’t.”
He leans back, breaking the connection, and my legs lock around his waist to keep him next to me.
“What are you doing?”
And why isn’t he still kissing me?
“You said don’t.”
“I meant don’t try to be good. I don’t need that. I need you to kiss me again.”
Closing his eyes, he groans, and the sound has a direct connection to my pussy that spasms. My legs tighten around his waist and his eyes pop back open, burning into me, nostrils flaring. A muscle tics in his jaw, tempting me, and my lips tingle with the need to taste that skin.
“Nothing has changed since the other night, Honey Girl. This”—his hand flexes against my hip and I struggle to stay focused on what he’s saying and not my body’s reaction— “isn’t just physical for me. Not with you. Especially not here.”
It hits me. This is where we lost our virginity.
He was trying to be good then too.
Slicking my tongue over my lips, I meet his gaze, needing him to see the truth I’m afraid to admit.
“I know what I said. About it only being physical. I…I was lying to myself. And to you. If we have sex, I won’t be able to turn off my feelings, Cole. Even if I wanted to say that the other night because blue bean fucking sucks.”
He barks out a laugh.
“Blue bean?”
I nod.
“It’s my equivalent to blue balls. When you kissed me the other night, when I walked in on you, I was so turned on it?—”
“I was too.”
“Yeah, but I bet you didn’t need a not-so-quick session with your battery-operated boyfriend to calm down enough to go to sleep.”
That not-so-quick session had involved me, BOB, and a handful of orgasms that still didn’t satisfy the ache. Only one person could do that. And he’s standing in front of me. His mouth pops open, his eyes narrowing on me, and I’m dead center of the raging inferno there.
“You shouldn’t tell me things like that, Honey Girl.”
His voice is all gravel, sending delicious shivers down my spine.
“Why?”
“It’s hard to be good when that’s all I can picture right now.”
“I can help you picture something else.”
“We need to stop.” He says the words reluctantly and tries to step out of the circle of my legs.
When I don’t release my legs, he groans.
“Hannah Grace.”
He could easily push outside the circle I’ve created. But he doesn’t want to. Just like he doesn’t want to be good. Crisscrossing my arms, I wrap my fingers in the hem of my lightweight hoodie.
“Or,” I say, fingering the fabric at my waist and whipping off the sweatshirt before I can think twice. “We can keep going.”
I toss the shirt next to me on the car, gooseflesh rippling down my skin in the cool fall air. My nipples tighten against the plain white cotton of my bra, and his attention drops to my chest.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you what I want.”
“Fuck. We should think about this. Not get caught up in the moment.”
“We’re not. I am thinking about this. And this.” Reaching behind me, I twist the clasp on my bra and shrug the material down my shoulders to pool at my waist.
My nipples tighten even further, almost to the point of pain.
“I don’t want you to hold back, Cole. I want you. I want to be with you.”
His fingers tremble as he lifts his hand to my cheek and brushes his thumb over the heat pooled there. The moment stretches between us as his eyes search mine.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
“Any surer and I’d be naked on the hood of this car.” Reaching up, I grab his hand and tug it down to wrap our joined hands around my breast. “Touch me.”
The words still vibrate on my lips as his hand contracts, his mouth claiming mine in a move so fast I’m not expecting it, despite how desperate I am for it. His tongue licks along the seam of my lips, requesting entry that I’ve already given him. He leans me back, following me as my back comes in contact with the cool metal of the car.
It’s not completely cold with the residual heat of the engine but not warm either, and I break the kiss on a hiss as I settle farther against it. I’m a mix of contrasts with the heat inside warring with the cool outside. Cole is even warmer where he surrounds me, his mouth now trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my collarbone to the valley between my breasts.
My hands tunnel through his hair as I try to direct him where my body begs for his touch. But he won’t be sped to his direction, taking his time as he traces a path of kisses up the slope of my breast before orbiting my nipple, teasing caresses that only serve to drive my need for him even higher. His hard dick is a ridge in his jeans that rubs against the center seam of my leggings and panties as he pulses his hips against mine.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what? Please this?” His thumb coasts over my nipple and my breath breaks. “Please this?” His finger joins with his thumb, and the light pinch has me arching into him, into it. “Please this?”
His mouth replaces his fingers, his tongue sparring with the hard peak of my nipple, and fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
“ Yes.”
He switches sides, the cool air rushing over the wetness until his hand covers my breast, his fingers plucking and tugging at the distended tip while he lavishes attention from his mouth on the other.
He closes his teeth around my nipple, and the sensation resonates in my core, my legs tightening around his waist as my nails scrape his scalp.
“Again,” he murmurs and repeats the caress.
I cry out and he chuckles before claiming my mouth with his. Digging my nails into the fabric on his shoulders, I squirm between him and the car hood, trying to gain friction where I need it the most.
“Hold still, baby. Otherwise this will be over before it even gets started.”
“I need you…more…please.”
That fire from the other night is back, reminding me that it never went away.
He groans, the sound vibrating against my skin.
“This car isn’t as big as my truck was.”
Leaning up, I find his ear with my lips.
“Who said we need the car?”
He rears back, his face morphing from surprise at my words to a panty-melting smirk.
“How is it that what comes out of your mouth still surprises me?”
“What comes out of it or what I can do with it?” I close my teeth over his lobe and tug slightly.
He hisses out a breath.
“Both. Fuck. Definitely both.”
“So maybe find a different way to occupy it.”
His eyes flare with the challenge and his hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly until I slide down his body to stand on my own two feet.
“All you have to do is ask.”
His hands are warm on my back, running up and pressing between my shoulder blades until my breasts press against his chest.
“No fair,” I murmur.
“What?”
“You have more clothes on than I do.”
“Another thing that’s easily remedied.”
Holding one arm around me, he reaches back with the other, tugging his collar up and over until his shirt can drop to the ground.
“Better?” he asks, tugging me back against his chest.
I gasp as my sensitive nipples rub over the dusting of hair across his rock-hard chest.
He doesn’t give me the chance to respond, claiming the echo of my gasp between our mouths as he fuses the two of them together. Gripping his biceps, I toe off first one boot and then the other.
Thank God for UGGs.
Free of my shoes, I move to the waist of my leggings, dipping below the band and taking them and my panties down my thighs until I can kick free of them to stand naked in front of Cole. His lips leave mine, and he looks down at the fabric of my pants and panties on the ground at our feet.
“You don’t understand what fire you’re playing with, Honey Girl.”
“I do,” I argue. “The same one that burns in me.”
His hands slide down, gripping my ass until he can boost me and lift me back to the hood of the car. I squeal as my bare ass slides along the cool metal.
“Cold.”
“I’ll heat you up, Honey Girl.” A gleam in his eyes promises pure carnal wickedness as he says the words.
His hands grip both of my knees, splaying them open as he leans me back against the hood. There’s no room for second-guessing, for embarrassment at how I’m exposed to the whole world or anyone who wanders by.
It’s me and Cole. It’s our spot. And all I can focus on is the hunger in his gaze as he zeroes in on where I crave him most.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” His words are barely discernible, his voice more gravel and growl than anything else.
He steps between my spread legs, feathering his fingers along the inside of my thighs. The sensation verges on ticklish to teasing, and I squirm against the hood.
“Do you know how many nights I imagined this? You and me back here. Just like this.”
Kneeling down, he presses his lips first to one side of my knee before switching to the other.
“How many?”
“I lost count. All the ways I wanted to kiss you. To hear my name on your lips. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”
“Cole.”
“I want to savor, Hannah Grace. I want to take my time. But I’m not sure you’re going to make that possible.” His thumbs skirt the line between my thigh and my pussy and I whimper.
“Savor later. Right now, I need you too damn much to go slowly.”
“Just a taste then,” he murmurs.
Before I can process the words, his tongue drags through my folds, back to front.
Crying out, I thread my fingers through his hair and hang on for dear life as he continues to focus his attention on the bundle of nerves that seems made for him.
Lightning arcs from that pleasure point into my toes and fingers as he taps my clit, sliding his hands under my ass to lift me closer to his mouth.
“ Cole .”
He hums, too intent on his current activities to say anything. The vibration adds another layer of pleasure and the orgasm builds in my toes, curling them into the metal of the hood. Keeping one hand under my ass, he shifts his other until one finger presses inside me knuckle deep. My pussy spasms, gripping at the digit as he continues to draw circles around my clit with his tongue before tapping the hard bundle in different tempos to keep me balanced on a razor’s edge of pleasure.
Why didn’t we do this before?
I want to ask, but the only thing I’m capable of forming with my mouth is gasping breaths interspersed with Cole’s name and God’s.
A second finger joins the first and he curls them inside, rubbing along a spot that has stars dancing in my vision.
“Oh fuck,” I moan and my hands tighten in his hair. “Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close.”
He takes my words to heart, doubling down and sucking my clit into his mouth while his tongue continues to work.
The orgasm picks up speed, locking my legs as they tighten against Cole’s shoulders. It hovers at the edge, ready to crest, while the promise of pleasure shimmers like the warm sunlight behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, Cole. Please .”
I’m not sure what exactly I’m asking for, other than that little something extra to push me over the edge.
He sucks hard, hollowing his cheeks as his teeth close softly around the bundle, and his fingers press a particular spot and I detonate.
White-hot pleasure shoots through my body as the sunlight glows brighter as I fly apart, flying into the flashes as the orgasm goes on and on until I’m convinced that one blurs into a second, and still Cole seems content to keep doing what he’s doing. Finally, the orgasm ebbs and he crawls up my body.
“Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. And I fucking love my name on your lips,” he says.
My hands are still threaded through his hair, and I use the leverage and pull him down to my mouth, pushing my tongue past his lips. My nipples drag against his chest, his denim-encased cock brushing through my sensitive folds, and I shiver.
He tastes like Cole, but something more. Me.
“Now, please. I want you inside me,” I tell him, breaking the kiss to trace his jaw with my lips and tongue.
He groans.
“I-I don’t have anything with me.”
I’m not sure whether to be flattered. Or disappointed.
“I have us covered. I’m on birth control. There…haven’t been many since?—”
He presses a chaste kiss against my lips.
“I had a full physical a few months ago and haven’t been with anyone since then. But I’ve always used protection before.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask.
“Are you sure?”
The fact that he needs me to confirm only makes me want him more.
I nod.
“Words, Honey Girl.”
“Yes.” My hands move to his belt, attempting to unbuckle it between us.
One more kiss and he stands, unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly in a blur of fingers until he’s able to pull his jeans down enough so that his hard cock pops free. My pussy clenches and my mouth waters, but before I can reach out and wrap a hand around him, Cole is doing it himself, dragging his hand down his dick.
“Cole.” I crook a finger and wiggle it in his direction.
He shifts us until I’m at the edge of the car and lines up at my center, pressing forward inch by inch as he stretches me.
“ Oh my God .” Another orgasm is ready to detonate, and I clench my muscles to hold it off.
“Fuck, Honey Girl. I’m not going to last,” he grits out as his pelvis bumps mine.
“Me…neither.” My hands slip along his biceps until I dig my fingernails in.
He retreats, almost withdrawing completely before snapping his hips forward again.
“ Ohhh .” My eyes close and my other senses heighten.
The grip of his fingers against my hips, the spicy smell of his cologne mixing with the fresh air outside, the sound of his breathing as he starts to move, pistoning his hips. His pelvis slaps against mine, the friction rubbing on my overly sensitive clit, driving the orgasm one more step higher.
“Are you close, Honey Girl?” he asks, his lips finding the pulse point in my throat.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I’m so goddamn close. But I’m not going to. Not until you do again.”
“I’m close.” I moan the words and try to focus the orgasm into existence.
He leans up, one of his hands leaving my hip for his thumb to find my clit while he continues to rock into me.
“Oh God. Cole .”
“That’s right, baby. I’m here. And I’m about to come so I need you to fucking let go. I need you to come now. Right the fuck now. Come all over my cock.”
His words, the fullness of his cock, coupled with the brush of his thumb over my clit is enough to shoot me into the heavens again, the entire world collapsing around me except for the man finding his own release above me.
His rhythm falters as he speeds up, the muscles in his neck and shoulders standing in relief as his release overtakes him and he pulses inside me.
“Fuck. Hannah Grace .”
He’s right. My name groaned on his lips as he works through his orgasm may be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Spent, he collapses on top of me, his lips pressing kisses along my collarbone while his cheek is pillowed on my breasts.
Our breathing slows and my heart rate returns to normal as we lie there, my hands roaming his back while his breath tickles my skin.
“That was…” He looks up, at a loss for words.
“Yeah,” I say.
Because what can I say after that ?