Chapter 16
POV: Abby?
I felt like things between Cole and I were changing, or at least I hoped that they were.
Cole was a complicated man and I’ve grown to understand that about him. But I knew a man like that wouldn’t—or couldn’t change.
My father had warned me about Cole, and though we’d been good to avoid my father’s suspicious eyes, I knew there was only a matter of time before he would notice our…relationship.
That night I was gone, he questioned where I was.
I lied, as tactfully as I could and told him that I had caught up with an old friend, Tara, and stayed at her place for a girls night.
Somehow my dad believed me, thank god.
I stared at myself in the mirror, deciding if this outfit change was the one I’d choose.
I’ve already changed my outfit over three times now.
The first time it was because the black short dress I had chosen was just too..
plain. The second time was because Cole had already seen me in a red dress.
And this time…I had on a short little purple sundress that was extremely low cut.
I knew the purple dress would probably piss Cole off, he’d say it was too short or too revealing.
But I guess I was in the mood for a bit of a fight.
I know, it’s toxic.
But I kind of liked when he’d get all hot and bothered and would fuck me rough wherever he feeled like. It was intense.
So I wore the purple dress.
Dad opened the bar earlier with Viv and Caleb. It was a saturday night so the bar was packed with tourists and locals alike. There were dozens of people spinning around on the dance floor.
But all I could search for in the crowd was Cole.
Yet, he wasn’t there.
I let out an annoyed sigh as Viv strode by. “Searching for somebody?” she gave me a wink.
“No,” I blushed, hiding my redness behind my hair.
“Oh honey,” she sighed, giving me a knowing look.
Viv always knew.
“What?” I tried to keep my best poker face.
“Whenever that man comes in here, he’s always got his eyes dead set on you. And he’s never been like that—at least more than once. You’ve got him, girl.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Viv,” I laughed, pretending to be naive and innocent.
“Sure,” she winked. “You gotta let me know how you caught him, though. Must be a good story!” Then she went off to pour beers.
Ugh, I sighed heavily.
The attention and the recognition of our….relationship? No. Friendship? No. Well fuck-buddy thing? Maybe. Wasn’t something I needed.
A man waved me down for a beer and just as I set it down in front of the customer, the door opened and in he walked.
He casually strode towards the end of the bar. And it was the farthest away from my dad, thankfully.
And I slowly walked towards him. “A bit late, aren’t we?” I teased.
He didn’t so much as smile. Typical, Cole. “I think I like making you wait.”
“And why’s that?” I cocked an eyebrow.
He leaned in and whispered, “Because it makes you horny.”
I scoffed, blushing and trying to maintain my demeanor. “It does not.”
He leaned back in his chair, a lopsided grin finally on his face, as if he won. “Sure.”
I rolled my eyes. “You think you have full control of me but you’re wrong, Cole.”
“Is that so?” His jaw went rigid.
Got him there.
“Yes and as a matter of fact. Look what I’m wearing today.” Referring to my short little dress that I knew would piss him off.
His jaw ticked but he didn’t respond.
“Who controls who now?” I laughed then set a glass of bourbon down in front of him. “Enjoy your drink.” Then strolled off, hoping that he was burning a hole through me with his glare.
That should rile him up.
It was my turn to close. A few hours went by and dad, Viv and Caleb all went home.
All the other customers were forced out, but I managed to tell Cole to wait in the bathroom until he heard me lock the doors.
As the final lock turned on the front door, and I turned off most of the bright lights, I heard his heavy footsteps behind me.
I smirked to myself, knowing that he was probably fuming, since I ignored him the better half of the evening, purposefully.
His hands were on my waist, possessively pulling me into him. “Are you done being a brat?”
“Never,” I smiled.
“Then I guess I’ll have to teach you,” his voice was rough and carnal with desire.
“Teach me?” I laughed.
But that was a mistake.
His lips were on mine as he breathed me in with each deep kiss then met my tongue with his. He bit my lip as he released my lips from his then lifted me off the ground with a single swoop and over his shoulder.
Before I could even think, he set me down on the ground behind the bar counter and pressed his erection against my ass. Then he bent down to whisper into my ear, “To behave.”
With one swift movement he twisted a handful of my hair then used his free hand to push my lower back down in order to arch me for his liking. In a second, he lifted my dress, exposing my pink lace thong and pushed my panties to the side, examining my slickness.
“So wet for me,” he murmured into my ear as he tugged my hair back.
I whined.
“I bet you’d like me to fill you again, wouldn’t you? To make you cum on my cock?” he growled.
“Y—yes,” I stuttered out.
He flicked my clit with his thumb then paused.
And I whined again.
Then he proceeded to torture me some more by swirling his finger around my clit, sticking it inside me then doing it again on repeat.
I pushed further into his finger, desperate for release, desperate for him to keep at it.
But each time, like torture, he stopped.
“Beg.”
I wetted even further.
He twisted harder around my hair.
“Please, Cole,” I murmured.
“Not specific enough.”
“Please Cole,” I let out a breath. “Please fuck me.”
“Again.”
“Please fuck me, Cole. I want you to cum inside me!” I finally yelled.
And that did it.
He unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock and teasing my entranceway with the tip.
“So fucking tight,” he murmured, pushing against my entrance, sending me into oblivion.
He pushed slowly inside me, each thrust methodical, each tug of my hair intentional, then as he filled me completely, he thrusted harder.
I moaned out. “Cole!”
And that only made him rougher. He thrusted into me, causing my ass to slap against him again and again.
He picked up his pace, slamming into me and making me cry out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
I was bent over my dad’s bar, being fucked by a man he wouldn’t approve of.
I let out another loud cry as he thrusted deeper and harder.
Then I felt his climax, as he came inside me, emptying every ounce of cum into me.
His fingers quickly found their way to my clit as he remained inside me, working me to my edge with every flick.
I clenched around him, holding my thighs still and slumping over the bar in defeat.
He slowly removed his cock from inside me, tucking himself back in his jeans then lifting my dress down to cover me.
“Well, I didn’t expect that,” I laughed.
Cole spun me around to face him. “Baby, I know your games by now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, innocently.
“You wore this dress, mouthed off to me, then ignored me half the night on purpose, Abby.”
“Not at all,” I lied.
But I was a shitty liar.
He ran his thumb along my lips—the same thumb he made me cum with. “Can’t lie to me, sweetheart. I know what you like and you like when I take you like that.”
I shook my head, still pretending. “It’s not bad.”
“Well, as long as you are, you know what you’re in for.”
I smiled, enjoying the thought.
“You’re something, Abby,” he laughed.
He actually laughed.
I smiled. “Something you can’t stop thinking about,” and sent him a wink.
Cole followed me out as I officially locked up for the night, walked me to my car, then pinned me against my car and pressed a deep kiss into my lips. “I’ll follow you home.”
“You don’t have to—”
He cut me off, “I will.”
“Fine, bossy,” I laughed, getting into my car and waving at him as he walked back to his truck.