Chapter 45
YASMINE
“Holy fucking shit,” Cole mumbles to himself as we get out of the car while staring up at the monstrous house my father bought not long after my parents’ divorce.
I’ve only ever been to it a couple of times. “It’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
“It’s very…” Cole starts.
Then we both say in unison, “White.”
The brightness from the painted house is so intense that I have to keep my sunglasses on.
I look up at the enormous house situated in the Hollywood Hills trying to work out what my father needs a nine-bedroom house for.
Because from the sounds of it, my new stepmom has no plans on filling any of them with siblings for me either so he’s hot out of luck there.
Her exact words were, “No ankle-biter will ever come out of my vagina.”
I’ve come to realize she’s a horrible person, and the more I talked to her while Dad had me on speakerphone, the more I disliked her. She’s about my age, but we’re nothing alike. She’s not just a brat; she’s a spoiled one, and I think she’s only interested in my father for one reason: his money.
The man is a fool, but it’s not my place to interfere.
While she appears to be spending his money on a hideous-sounding wedding, I’ve never asked him for a cent. Don’t get me wrong, he offers, but I never accept.
Mom and I are doing just fine, and since she’s had her stent fitted, her heart is better than it ever was.
Especially since she started dating the other heart surgeon on duty that day at the hospital.
She maintains he healed her broken heart, and she’s not wrong; they are even talking about moving in together, which doesn’t make me feel so bad about moving out now.
“My dad said they were out for lunch and will be back later. So we have the whole place to ourselves.” Well, us and the dozen or so staff he employs.
“Is that so?” Cole walks around his black Ferrari 296 GTS convertible, which I have fallen in love with. I don’t know where he plans to park his extensive car collection when we move, but he assures me he has a plan.
“Yes,” I say matter-of-factly, sounding innocent. “What could we do for the next hour or so?”
“Oh, I can think of something.” Cole’s voice drips with sex and devilment which makes my nipples pucker to tight buds. “What were you going to tell me earlier?” He pulls me into his arms.
“I’ll tell you over dinner.” I lay my arms on top of his shoulders.
“I booked us a romantic dinner tonight at a cozy spot called Cizzi.” I love my dad, but when he mentioned friends coming over for drinks tonight, I knew that was my sign to make other plans.
Plus, I want to tell Cole about the baby.
I need a quiet, intimate place, and the restaurant I chose only has five tables with private booths, perfect for sharing the news.
I just hope he’s as excited about the baby as I am.
Today, when he told me he loved me, I was glad my dad called before I shared the news with Cole because I knew tonight would be the perfect time to do it instead.
I’ve planned everything: the pregnancy test is in a small gift box, along with a black romper covered in neon game controllers—very much our style.
Only, there’s still a lot of anxiety in my stomach right now.
I believe he will be excited about the baby, and although he said he’s fully committed to me and that we’ll be living together soon, a baby isn’t something he wanted immediately which he made abundantly clear on several occasions.
He also shared honestly during our Wildcard chats that he’d never considered having a family before.
Has his perspective changed since we confessed our love for each other?
I still don’t know how Cole will react to the news, and my mind feels overwhelmed if not a little scrambled.
“We only just got here and already you’re planning your escape tonight.”
“You’ll understand why once you meet my new stepmother.” I roll my eyes, grimacing. “Two words. Bad Barbie.” More like Chucky’s Bride but I keep that to myself.
This makes him chuckle, the deep laugh causing his chest to vibrate.
I drop a kiss on his lips and sigh, feeling so happy and content because having him in my life and raising a child with him feels so right.
Even though my stomach feels like a washing machine about breaking the news tonight.
I push my conflicted emotions aside as our kiss turns passionate within seconds, then I’m begging him to take me inside to do despicable things to me.
Then he’s chasing me up the entryway stairs, through the door, into the ghostly quiet of the house, and into the bedroom that is mine and which Dad decorated in dark shades of navy with emerald green furniture for me with a navy and gold four-poster Edwardian-style bed sitting proudly in the middle of the room.
Like the one Cole and I have decided on for our bedroom.
Within minutes, our clothes are off, and Cole is devouring my lips, lying on top of me, his thick cock resting between us.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him about the baby but I want tonight to be special.
The little romper suit I bought is the cutest, and I just know he’s going to fall in love with it from the minute he sets eyes on it. I hope.
My head is spinning, doing somersaults as it flips back and forth, wondering what his reaction will be.
I sweep those thoughts under a rug to bring back later because the things Cole is doing to me has excitement buzzing in my tummy as he grabs my ass and grinds himself against my center, his eager cock hard and ready to fuck, the slit leaking with precum.
He breaks our kiss then sits back on his heels and grins down at me.
I never realized that love could be as intense and profound as ours. We’re each other’s true north, belonging together, the perfect fit.
“Oh, baby,” he gasps as I pinch my nipple between my fingertips, the sensation shooting straight to my pussy, making me moan.
He slips his finger into my soaked pussy and I’m so desperate for him, my juices are running down my thighs. Having all of him, consuming me, will never be enough.
Circling his thumb over my clit, he slides his thick fingers in and out with intention.
“You like that, baby?” he hisses as I rock my hips and fuck his fingers.
“Fuck me, Cole.”
“Get on your front,” he commands with intense anticipation, removing his fingers from my body.
I do as I’m told, excitement at an all-time high, lying on my front, and ready myself for what’s coming as I position myself on all fours.
Cole hoists my hips in the air, then cups my whole pussy from behind.
It’s then that I feel the mattress dip and, unexpectedly, he pulls my ass cheeks apart, then licks me front to back before plunging his rigid tongue inside of me.
This is his favorite position because he loves my tattooed back and always tells me how sexy it looks.
Warmth spreads through my body as it erupts like a firework on the Fourth of July, with goosebumps rising on my skin and my pulse quickening from anticipation.
A soft shuffle behind me signals he’s shifting position. I feel his strong hand on my shoulder blades, guiding me to lean down. Moving my arms up the bed, I arch my back, my butt in the air, surrendering to him.
His cock notches at my entrance and slowly, painfully, he pushes in from behind. My walls flutter around him, pulling him into my body to take every inch of him, everything he’ll give me.
“You are so fucking tight like this, baby,” he whispers.
Digging his fingers painfully into my hips and ass, he thrusts slowly at first, then speeds up, as if fucking me to the rhythmic beat of our hearts.
I meet him thrust for thrust, pushing myself back onto his cock, as the LA sun shines through the window.
Looking over my shoulder, I watch him and grin at how completely mesmerized he is, staring at the place where his cock moves in and out of my body.
Removing his hand from my hip, his expert fingers find my clit where he rubs me over and over until I can’t take anymore, and I’m begging him to fuck me harder.
When he pinches my clit, hard, I shudder, my orgasm hitting me like a ten-ton truck, bursting into a shower of gold stars through my entire body to the point I feel dizzy.
Cole slaps my ass hard, telling me I’m his good girl, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder with desperation as he chases his own release.
I slide my hand between my legs, reach back, cup his balls, and gently squeeze upward, aware this heightens his pleasure, and this is what he loves.
He moans loudly when I slide my finger backward then apply a little pressure to his taint, which I know will make him blow his load.
He growls, and in an instant, he pours himself inside of me, twitching and pulsing, coming hard, releasing hot ropes of cum inside of me.
“Holy shit,” he hisses.
Then there’s a moment of deep calm, serenity, our hearts returning to their normal rate as he slumps on top of me to catch his breath.
Once we come back down to earth, he slowly slides himself out of me and leans over to kiss my back softly then startles me by giving my ass a quick, sharp slap.
“I could spank this ass all day.” He chuckles darkly and before I know what is happening next, he kisses it so tenderly I don’t expect him to bite into it with his teeth, causing me to yelp. “I could eat you. You’re so fucking perfect. And mine.”
“I’m yours.” I have been since the minute our lips touched.
“Mina.” My dad’s voice bellows through his oversized mansion.
“Shit.” I hiss and clamber off the bed. “You gotta get dressed.” I point to Cole’s semi-hard cock.
“And you need to clean up.” He points to his cum that is running out of my pussy and down my inner thighs.
I groan and run to the bedroom door, open it an inch, where I shout, “I’m just taking a shower, I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Don’t be long, we don’t want to keep your new mom waiting.”
I gag at that and sweetly shout through the gap in the door I am hiding my nakedness behind, “Give me five minutes.” I shut the door and lean against it. “I already hate this fucking weekend.”
Cole strides toward me, completely naked, though with all his tattoos, he looks like a human coloring book. He’s so beautiful. “Get yourself in the shower, then I will jump in behind you and join you downstairs once I’m dressed.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.
I already know it’s going to be a weekend where I have to keep pulling fake smiles and pretend to be happy about the wedding and tell everyone how beautiful everything is when in fact everything that’s pink will be freaking me out.
It’s not a wedding; it’s hell on earth, that’s what it is.
I bet my new stepmom’s friends are just as bad as her, because I’ve heard her screeching down the phone when my dad announced the plans for the wedding.
That high-pitched screaming the girls at college used to do when they were excited sends shivers down my spine in the same way nails down a chalkboard do, and brings back memories I’ve kept locked away for a reason.
Without even knowing them, I bet my stepmother’s friends were members of Kappa Alpha Theta or something equally pretentious.
I used to hate those sorority girls because I never fit into their perfect idea of what a girl should be or how she should dress, and they called me mean names like geek and nerd.
I minded at the time, but now I wear those labels with pride.
I am a geek and nerd, and I love being both.
And what is my dad thinking by calling her my new mom? There is no way in hell that I am calling someone my own age Mom. Never. I have a mom, and she’s beautiful and kind, and well-intentioned. She’s irreplaceable.
“Don’t leave me with them for too long,” I beg, my voice a little shaky. I can’t do this without him.
“I promise, baby, I’ll be here for you the whole weekend. I’m not going anywhere.”