8. Dana #2
Everything about him became sharper. His thrusts, the kneading of his fingers, the way he kissed me.
It was as if he hyper-focused on what he was doing, ensuring every bit of it stayed the same, keeping his pace and touches exactly how I needed them.
“Come for me then, baby,” he whispered, his grunts growing.
I could feel him twitching inside of me, hardening further to a degree I didn’t think possible. “I want to hear you scream.”
I tipped over the edge, sounds ripping from my throat, leaving it raw and aching.
He took complete control, holding my hips steady, plowing into me as if his life depended on it as he threw himself over the cliff at the same time, panting and grunting his desperation against my lips.
All it did was light that fire again for me.
We stilled our breaths, our bodies finally coming down from the heavens, a sheen of sweat coating our skin.
How did I already want more?
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The ache in my breasts forced my eyes to open.
The room was pitch black, the only sound that of Cole’s deep breathing as he clung to me, his chest pressed against my back, his arms encasing me.
I grabbed for my phone to check the time and was not surprised at all to find it was two in the morning.
I swear, my body’s internal clock was shockingly accurate.
The realization hit me all at once. I’d left my pump in my car which was still parked in the restaurant parking lot. Fucking idiot. I shined my screen’s light on the sheets beneath me. A little wet puddle was forming.
I needed to go.
As silently and gently as I could, I slipped from Cole’s hold, squirming my way off the bed.
I pressed down on my breast, hoping for just a little relief, and felt the slow trickle run down the curved flesh and over my stomach.
I needed to get Drew on formula if this was going to be a recurring theme.
Turning my phone’s brightness down, I requested an Uber and began the hunt for my clothes. One by one I managed to find them, and as I slipped my dress over my head, I noticed the leakage was already seeping out of my bra. Shit .
Scrambling for something to cover myself with, I pulled open one of Cole’s drawers and found something soft and warm with graphic letters written across the front. I could only hope it was a hoodie. I couldn’t tell what it said in the darkness but it didn’t matter, it would do the trick.
Clutching my heels in my hand and slipping out of the bedroom, I got my first real look at the house without being overwhelmed and distracted by how much I wanted him.
It was beautiful—unique and ornate, as if an architect from the 1920s had designed it.
Massive windows framed most of the rooms, with exposed wood beams jutting through the ceiling or running along the corners.
Reddish-brown hardwood floors ran the expanse of the hallways, and as I took a turn that I thought might be familiar, the floor turned to smooth, cool stone on my bare feet as I stepped into the kitchen.
“For fucks sake, Christian! You’re supposed to be the goddamn medic!”
I jumped at the unexpected noise in the darkness.
It didn’t sound like it was coming from upstairs where I’d left Cole.
No, this was further down a hallway, maybe a floor below in the basement.
I set my shoes and my phone down on the massive kitchen island and took a step toward the noise, worry creeping up my spine.
“Then take a fucking MP potion, you moron! Don’t let us suffer because you’re shit at the game!”
I stopped. Okay, less worrisome if it’s a game .
But who the fuck is that ?
I didn’t think it was in Cole’s character to have a roommate.
Though I guess in a house this large, you could easily have one and pretend you didn’t.
But there was no mention of him on the drive over, no heads up, and if this was said possible roommates’ normal state—shouting about a video game in the middle of the night—surely a heads up would have been nice.
But what exactly was I expecting of Cole? It wasn’t really my place to ask questions about his roommate if indeed he had one, was it?
I pulled the hoodie over my head and glanced down at it in the low light. A logo bearing the Kansas City Chiefs emblem decorated the front of it, and although it looked ridiculous over my dress, it wasn’t stained to shit from my breast milk. It would do.
My phone dinged on the countertop. The Uber had arrived.
I just needed to find the exit.
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Waking up at seven in the morning after not falling asleep until nearly one, waking up at two, making my way home by three, pumping, crawling into bed, and passing out would have meant I couldn’t function had it happened a year ago.
But I’d grown used to surviving on barely any sleep after Drew was born.
It wasn’t easy by any means, and if last night was anything to go off of, I was absolutely going insane.
But as I looked at myself in the mirror, taking in every little bruise and bite mark, soreness blooming between my thighs, I couldn’t help but not care.
If anything, I was happy about it. Sex with Cole had been the best sex of my life the first time it happened and was only more so now.
Maybe I could have my cake and eat it, too.
Pulling my satin robe tighter around my body, I turned the handle on the shower and it roared to life.
“Where were you last night?”
I glanced behind me as I stuck my hand into the stream of water, waiting for it to warm up.
Veronica stood in the doorway, a giggling Drew on her hip, her hair wild and pajamas crooked.
My lips tugged upward seeing Drew so happy in her arms. I stepped toward her and placed a little kiss on the top of his head as I did my daily smell check. Still smells like heaven.
“Dana.”
“I went out with some friends,” I lied, grinning as Drew’s little hand wrapped itself around my finger.
“Friends?” Vee asked, one brow raising. “Is it normal for your friends to give you hickeys?”
“What, yours don’t?”
Her glare pierced through me, her face stoic and dull. I wondered if Drew had kept her up late.
“Thank you for watching him,” I sighed, relinquishing my cheery mood. I could feel it slipping from my grasp the moment she appeared, dragging me back down to reality.
Sliding my hands under Drew’s arms, I hoisted him out of Vee’s grasp and into my own. He cooed happily, still a little sleepy. “You’re going to shower with him?” Vee asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got a little tub thing for him. He loves it.”
She eyed me warily and slowly backed out of the bathroom, mumbling something about Drew being the spawn of Satan. If only she knew the half of it.
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Veronica hadn’t shut up since I’d walked out of the bathroom with a naked baby and my hair up in a twisted towel.
Apparently, she’d met up with some friends she’d made online over the weekend and there was drama, but if I had to sit through another second of hearing what Kyle had said to Natalie and how crazy it had been, I might have kicked off worse than Drew does when he’s tired.
“You know, Mom thinks they need to just suck it up and get married,” she continued. That word, that single word, brought my entire body to a fucking halt.
Drew’s mouth searched for the bottle as it slipped from his lips. He glanced back and forth around his bouncer. My knife froze against the bagel, cream cheese half smeared, my mug of coffee burning the skin of my other hand. “You’ve been talking to Mom?” I breathed, slowly turning my gaze to her.
“Of course I’ve been talking to Mom,” Vee said, her brows knitting together. “She’s not happy you haven’t brought Drew around to see them.”
As carefully as I could manage, I set the mug and knife down before I broke something. Thought after thought raced through my mind, blurring into incoherent sentences, and all I could muster was a quiet, “You told them about Drew?”
“What? No. He’s all over your Instagram, they figured it out.”
“My page is private,” I snapped. I’d made sure it was seven million times before I posted a photo of Drew. I didn’t need my parents snooping, and even more than that, I didn’t need Cole snooping.
Vee shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe you accepted Mom by mistake. Either way, they have a right to meet their grandson?—”
“Fuck no, Mom does not have any rights.”
Drew’s babbles went quiet as he watched the two of us. I thanked my lucky stars that he had no idea what we were saying.
“I don’t want them around him. Or me, for that matter.”
“Dana. Come on. You can’t still be mad at them?—”
“I am!” I snapped, my hands seizing into fists as I tried to contain the irritation boiling inside of me. “You think just because Mom is blood she deserves to meet him? After everything we went through together as kids, do you honestly think I would feel comfortable with him around her?”
“Calm down. She’s not as bad as you remember,” Vee pushed.
Not as bad as I remember. “You must have wiped your fucking memory then!”
A choked little sob pierced through the air and within a second, my coffee and bagel were no longer important. I went to Drew before I’d even realized I was moving, scooped him up out of his bouncer, and tucked him against my chest as he started to cry.
“You’ll have to forgive her one day,” Vee grumbled, sipping at her tea as if nothing at all had just happened. I wanted to tell her to go to hell. Wanted to tell her to grab our mother and drag her down with her on her way.
But more than that, I wanted Drew to calm down.