26. Cole
COLE
James was hurting from a nasty hangover. A faint odor of bourbon wafted from his pores. Still, he seemed more like himself than he had the night before. He had dark circles under his eyes but was definitely more at ease. Maybe because he had managed to get Audrey on the flight, and she couldn’t run away from him so easily.
He didn’t reveal much as the plane took off and headed toward the Caribbean. However, one piece of crucial information did escape his lips. “I had to drag her back,” he admitted, “and I don’t even care. It’s like I have no fucking pride anymore.”
“I think that’s what happens when an emotional boner takes on a life of its own,” I said.
“Thanks a lot, Cole.”
“My pleasure.”
James glanced over at Jenny and Audrey, who were deep in conversation. “Enough about me,” he said, his voice weary. “What’s going on with you two?”
I shrugged. “You know…hot sex, handholding, escorting. The usual.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”
“Nope,” I admitted. I took the opportunity to hit the call button, and a flight attendant materialized, seemingly out of thin air. “Alcohol, please,” I ordered. “Lots of it.”
James shook his head as she left to get us our drinks. “We can both close multi-million dollar deals without blinking an eye. But when it comes to relationships, we’re lost. You might be even worse off than me, and that’s saying something.”
I leaned back in the comfortable seat. James was insulting me, but he wasn’t wrong, and I wasn’t upset. But what was I going to do—cry about it?
I vowed then and there to enjoy every second of my vacation. I would ignore my emotional ineptitude, my father, and the chattering voice in my head that wanted to discuss, at length, my intentions and feelings toward my escort.
“Maybe you can level up with your emotional boner, and then you can teach me a thing or two,” I suggested. “Until then, we drink.”
He scrubbed a hand across his face. “That’s going to be a lot of drinking.”
“I’ll drink to that,” I said and grinned.
As we landed on the island and cell service was available again, my phone lit up with messages. With extreme displeasure, I read several texts from Kevin, my father’s assistant.
Mr. Bryson wasn’t happy when he saw pictures from the wedding yesterday.
He wants you to call him immediately.
Also, Ramos canceled a meeting with him.
He’s going code red, I’m afraid.
Fuck. To say that my father’s temper tantrum was happening at a terrible time was an understatement. I was out of the country, most likely with spotty Wi-Fi, and I was on vacation, dammit. I had zero desire to deal with his bad behavior. He’d already threatened me with the loss of my family fortune. What did he want from me—to dump Jenny in a foreign country, swear off escorts for good, and bully Ramos into giving him the approvals?
Taking a deep breath, I texted Kevin back.
I’ll deal with him.
On vacation at the moment. Crappy service.
I’ll call him as soon as I’m back in town.
Kevin didn’t text me back. I knew what his silence meant. In the short term, he was screwed. My father would undoubtedly unleash his ire on the messenger. But in the long term, I was only screwing myself. If there was one thing my father hated, it was being put on the back burner.
“You workin’?” Jenny asked, nodding toward my phone.
I slid it into my pocket. “I’m telling my associates that everything’s on hold till we get back. This week’s just for you and me.” I grabbed her hand, and she entwined her fingers with mine.
“That’s nice, baby,” she cooed. She looked so cute in her fedora.
I didn’t want to think about my father’s temper escalating. It was only going to get worse. I longed to forget about him and just be with Jenny, strip her out of those clothes, and leave nothing but the hat on. A zap of electricity crackled between us. As if she could read my thoughts, Jenny gave me a knowing smile. “I can’t wait to see our suite,” she said suggestively.
My cock stiffened, and I shifted uncomfortably. I couldn’twaitto get to the fucking resort. Thoughts of my father and Kevin went out the window. I only wanted to think about Jenny. “Me either, babe. Me either.”
The island was gorgeous; the resort was gorgeous, but all I cared about was hustling Jenny to our casita and ripping her clothes off.
“Yes! There’s a plunge pool.” I fist-pumped into the air, feeling myself already getting hard again.
“Wow,” Jenny said. “This place is incredible!” She walked around our little private property, which had walls surrounding the intimate outdoor space. There was a gorgeous small pool—perfect for two—luxurious outdoor furniture and a full bar. The balmy Caribbean breeze swept Jenny’s curls over her shoulder. She smiled up at the sun; she smiled at the tropical birds chirping nearby, and she smiled at me. “I’m putting my suit on. I can’t wait to get my ass in that pool!”
“Me either,” I called. “And leave the hat on!”
Jenny winked at me and disappeared inside, and I counted the seconds until she returned. To her credit, she didn’t disappoint. Her rocking body looked spectacular in one of the tiny, black thong bathing suits that Shirley had bought for her. It had cost a small fortune and was absofuckinglutely worth it. As instructed, she’d kept the fedora on, and the effect was super-hot. Jenny was sexy, stylish, and utterly confident. To me, she was the prettiest girl in the world.
“You look very vacation-y,” I noted as she eased herself into the plunge pool. “And sexy.”
“That Shirley really knows how to shop. I gotta send her a thank-you note,” Jenny said.
She whooped as she reached the last step and went all the way in, the water suddenly coming up to her shoulders. “Holy crap, they don’t call this thing a plunge pool for nothin’!” She laughed her honking laugh, now one of my all-time favorite sounds, then asked, “Can you pour me some champagne? I saw a bottle on ice in the kitchen.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I hustled inside, eager to fetch her champagne, anxious to get into the pool, desperate to get my hands on her. Jenny was like a drug I had zero intention of quitting. Being with her helped me forget everything else; she was the antidote I hadn’t known I needed.
I stripped out of my clothes. I grabbed the champagne bucket and two glasses. Then I strode outside, buck naked.
Jenny pulled her sunglasses down and stared at me. “That is a big…ice bucket,” she joked. My erection was getting larger by the second.
“All the better to serve you with.” I winked at her, then poured us each some champagne. I first climbed into the pool with Jenny, shocked at the cold water. I steeled myself against it, praying I didn’t suffer shrinkage.
“It’s real refreshing,” Jenny said. She clinked her glass against mine. “Cheers. To our Caribbean vacation!”
“To our Caribbean vacation.” I sipped the fizzy liquid and immediately found Jenny’s mouth with mine—I couldn’t wait. She groaned with pleasure as our tongues connected. Suddenly, I was no longer worried about shrinkage. The sun shone down on us, the cool water gave me shivers, and the feel of Jenny’s skin beneath my touch was incredible.
If there was a heaven, it was a plunge pool in the Caribbean with Jenny.
“Babe.” She pulled back and finished her champagne in one swig. “You’re very sexy on vacation, you know that?”
“You think so?” I grinned at her. “Let me show you just how sexy I can be.” I kissed her again, our tongues connecting, and my whole body radiated with desire. Holy fuck. Jenny did something to me; I couldn’t even explain it. It could best be described as my base instincts ignited—I needed to take her, to penetrate her deep inside, to make her lose control and scream my name.
I needed to mark her as mine .
I wanted to be gentle, to be tender, but our kisses were urgent. I undid her bikini top and was confronted by her perfect breasts, with just the outline of a tan around them. I suckled her nipples greedily, and Jenny moaned beneath me, arching her back. She was kissing me, too—my shoulders and biceps, her fingers trailing down my back.
Jenny knew just what to do. She wrapped her hand around my hard length and started to milk me. Oh fuck. My eyes rolled back in my head as I thrust against her tight grip. It felt so good as she applied more pressure, almost pushing me to the edge already. It felt so good, but I didn’t want her hands… I couldn’t wait. I roughly pulled her bikini to the side, and she guided me against her slit—soaking wet and hot.
I flipped her around and bent her over the side of the pool.
“Yes, Cole,” she panted, slightly spreading her legs open. Her glorious ass was on full display for me now. I bent and licked her slit from her clit all the way up. She shivered and moaned beneath me. “Give it to me, babe. Don’t make me wait.”
I stroked my erection against her, driving us both wild.
She was already so wet I almost came right there. But instead, I was going to give her what she wanted—me. I inched inside her, ensuring she could accommodate every bit of my thickness. She was tight, but she greedily sucked me in, bucking her hips until I notched inside her fully.
Once I was all the way in, I started to drive hard.
Her bathing suit caused friction, rubbing against the base of my shaft. Fuck! She reached down and stroked my balls as I pounded into her. The multiple sensations were driving me wild. She was so wet that we slid against each other easily, her muscles clenching and squeezing me, making my whole body shudder.
We’d done it so many times, but never quite like this. The sex was hard, driving, deep. I was giving her everything I had, and she was taking it. “Yes, Cole,” she panted. “Fuck. Fuck me . That’s right, baby. Right there—” She erupted into a scream as she came, hard, her body spasming around me.
Deep, primal satisfaction seared inside me. “Yes baby, scream for me. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine .”
I thrust again, harder. My balls were heavy. I wanted to go slow, to make it last. But there was nothing stopping the pressure building inside me. Oh fuck. I was going to come so hard, I might go blind. I reached around and fingered her swollen clit as I pounded her. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Cole, Cole?—”
She orgasmed again, even more powerfully this time, pushing me over the edge. I buried myself inside her and came hard, shooting my seed deep inside. “Fuck.” That was the only word for it. I ruthlessly thrust as she continued to spasm around me, crying out for all the Caribbean to hear. Hot pride ran through my veins, and I pumped deliciously inside her, finishing her off, finishing myself off, dying, and being reborn again. This was why they called it coming, I thought, my head zigzagging with pleasure I’d never experienced before: I’d finally arrived.
We collapsed together on the edge of the plunge pool. Jenny’s fedora was askew. Her curls were in my face. Her perfect, round ass was pressed against me; the thong bikini still shoved to the side.
I couldn’t bring myself to move. That had been the best sex of my life, and it wasn’t because of the plunge pool. It wasn’t the position—although penetrating her from behind was excellent. It wasn’t because of the thong bikini or even the fedora. It was because…Jenny.
It was because it was with Jenny. Something deep inside me welled up, bringing me close to tears. I rested my face against her warm skin, the sun shining down on us, her body rising and falling with each breath.
I love you, I mouthed against her back.
I was either too dumb or too scared to say the words out loud, I didn’t know which.