Chapter 22 #2
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he murmurs, sliding one finger inside me, then two, curling them to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
I cry out, my walls fluttering around him as he pumps slowly, his thumb pressing on my clit.
"This pussy's been mine since the night I walked into that bar.
You know that, don't you? Always will be.
" His eyes lock on mine, dark and intense, as he adds a third finger, stretching me deliciously.
Yes, yes, I'm yours, my mind screams, the words bubbling up as heat coils tighter in my belly.
No more running, no more denying it. This is where I belong, under him, with him, forever.
He pulls his fingers out suddenly, making me whine at the loss, and lines himself up at my entrance. "Say it, baby. Tell me you're mine." His tip nudges in, just an inch, teasing me with the promise of more.
"I'm yours, Cole," I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer. "Always yours."
With a guttural groan, he thrusts in deep, filling me completely in one smooth stroke.
I gasp, my body adjusting to his thickness, the stretch bordering on pain but oh-so-good.
He pauses there, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressing against mine as we both catch our breath.
"That's right," he whispers, his voice softening for a moment, sweet amidst the filth.
"My girl. My everything." Then he starts moving, slow at first, each drag out and push in deliberate, letting me feel every ridge and vein of his cock gliding through my wetness.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me," he grits out, picking up the pace, his hips snapping harder now.
The bed creaks under us, my moans mixing with the wet sounds of our bodies joining.
His hand finds my throat, not squeezing, just holding possessively, as he pounds into me, hitting deep with every thrust. "Gonna fuck you until you can't remember why you ever pushed me away.
Until all you know is how perfect you fit me.
" He's right, it's perfect, the way he claims me, rough and tender, making me feel safe even as he wrecks me.
I cling to him, my orgasm building fast as he angles his hips to grind against my clit with each stroke. "Cole... I'm close..." I pant, my inner walls tightening around him.
"Come for me, baby," he commands, his thumb finding my clit again and rubbing in tight circles.
"Show me how much you need this cock. How much you've always needed it.
" His words push me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me like a wave.
I shatter around him, crying out his name as my body convulses, milking him hard.
He follows right after, thrusting deep one last time with a roar, spilling inside me hot and thick.
"Mine," he growls again, collapsing over me, his weight a comforting blanket as we both come down, sweaty and spent.
He kisses my forehead softly, his hand stroking my hair now instead of pulling.
Sweet after the storm, I think, smiling against his chest. And yeah, I'm his. No more trouble, just us.
He rolls off me gently, pulling me into his side so my head rests on his chest, his arm wrapping around my shoulders like a protective cage.
Our breaths sync up, slowing together in the quiet morning light, the sheets tangled around our legs.
I trace lazy patterns on his skin, feeling the steady thump of his heart under my palm.
This feels right, I think, a contented sigh escaping me.
No regrets, no second-guessing. Just us, here, like we were always meant to be.
Cole's fingers comb through my hair, soft and rhythmic, but I sense a shift in him, a tension that wasn't there a minute ago. He clears his throat, his voice rumbling low against my ear. "Rae... I need to say something."
I lift my head, propping my chin on his chest to meet his gaze. Those piercing eyes, usually so guarded, look vulnerable now, searching mine. What's this? my mind races. He's not the type to get all talky after sex. But damn, if it doesn't make my heart skip.
He swallows, his hand cupping my cheek. "I love you." The words hang in the air, simple and raw, and my breath catches. He loves me? Already? A warmth blooms in my chest, but doubt flickers too, we've only just crashed into each other's lives.
Before I can respond, he continues, his thumb brushing my lower lip.
"I know it's fast. Fuck, it's probably insane.
But in my world, the club, the rides, the shit that comes at you without warning, you learn to make decisions quick.
Trust your instincts, or you don't make it.
" His gaze intensifies, like he's willing me to understand.
"And mine? They're screaming that I belong here.
With you. No doubts, no waiting around. You're it for me, baby. "
Tears prick my eyes, not from fear but from the sheer intensity of it all.
He's laying it all out, no games. In a life full of chaos, he's choosing me.
I lean in, kissing him softly, my heart swelling.
"Cole... I love you too." The words feel right, true, slipping out like they've been waiting all along.
We melt into another kiss, slow and deep, the world fading away.
Fast or not, this is real. And I'm all in.
"I'm sorry," I whisper against his lips, pulling back just enough to search his eyes, my voice trembling with the weight of it all.
Tears blur my vision as the words spill out, raw and unfiltered.
"For pushing you away, Cole. I was so scared.
Everyone... everyone's always left me. My parents, my friends, even the people I thought would stick around, they all just vanished when things got hard.
I didn't want to let you in, didn't want to risk that pain again. But I was wrong. You're not like them."
God, saying it out loud makes it real, I think, my heart aching with the vulnerability.
He's seen the walls I've built, the sarcasm and independence I hide behind at the bar.
But here, in his arms, I can't hide anymore.
And maybe... maybe that's okay. His thumb wipes away a tear trailing down my cheek, his touch gentle despite the calluses from years of riding and fighting.
Cole's expression softens, that intense gaze turning tender as he pulls me closer, his hand cradling the back of my head.
"Hey, baby, you don't have to apologize," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that soothes the storm inside me.
"I get it. Scared makes sense in a world that kicks you when you're down.
But I'm not going anywhere. You hear me?
Not ever." He kisses my forehead, lingering there like he's sealing a promise.
He's so steady, so sure, my mind races. In his world of chaos and quick decisions, he's choosing to stay. For me.
We lie there tangled together while the morning light spreads slowly across the bed, warming our skin through the quiet of the room.
For the first time in what feels like forever, the fear that’s been wound tight in my chest finally loosens its grip.
This is home, I realize as I burrow closer into his chest. Not a place, not a building, just him.