Chapter 24
POV: Cole?
I thought about joining her while she showered but decided against it. The wound had just been wrapped and I needed to let the blood clot and dry a little before I got it wet.
So instead, I laid on the couch and watched the news.
Then I caught the gentle sound of her footsteps echoing down the hall.
She planted herself in front of me, hands on her hips, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “How’s that cut doing?”
“Fine,” I shrugged, pushing myself up into a seat.
She extended her hand, offering for me to take it. “Then let’s get you showered.”
“I can shower myself,” I said, stubbornly.
She shot me a look, trying to tug me up by one hand.
I let out a chuckle, eventually assisting, getting to my feet and towering over her. “Thank you for taking care of me but I’m fine, Abby.”
“You’re not fine,” she scoffed, tugging me down the hallway and leading me towards the bathroom. “You’re anything but fine. The cut needs to be cleaned out and you smell like crap!”
I stepped into the bathroom and began stripping myself of clothing. One by one my clothes came off. First my gray t-shirt, then my worn jeans, then my black socks and underwear, until I stood in front of her completely naked.
Her eyes traced the outline of my frame, taking in my broad shoulders, my chiseled abdomen, my sculpted arms, then falling lower—between my thighs and towards my cock. Eventually her gaze moved back up to my eyes.
“Care to join me?” I asked, as I leaned against the shower’s frame.
She rolled her eyes and gave me her best pouty face. “No, like you said you can shower yourself. And maybe even clean yourself of those dirty thoughts.” Then she turned on her heels and walked away.
No matter the pain, nothing could ever dim the desire I felt for her.
But all I could think about was her pressed against the tiles of the shower, getting fucked.
I pressed my non-injured palm into the tile, propping myself up as I soaked in the hot water.
I decided to clean my wound first, scraping away the blood, and applying a generous amount of soap to the wound.
After it was properly cleaned, I washed down my body, scrubbing every inch of it and watching as the dirt mixed with the water and went down the drain.
I dried myself clean with a towel then slung it around my hips.
Abby was laying on her back on the bed when I entered, and propped herself up with one elbow to look at me. Her gaze drew across my body, fixated on the dripping water still left on my chest.
I moved to her side of the bed, sliding my arms around both sides of her, hovering closely.
She grabbed my hand and began inspecting it. “Let me rewrap it.”
“It’s good to let it breathe a bit.”
She gave me a stern look. “I think we should rewrap it, Cole.”
“After,” I said, moving my hand up her thigh and squeezing it.
“After?” she cocked an eyebrow. “Not tonight, Cole. You need to rest.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” I chuckled, running my hand further up her thigh and closer to her core.
She tried to swat my hand away. “Cole.”
“Abby,” I warned, creeping my palm higher—so that my finger slid against her clothed core. “Relax.” I began rubbing my finger back and forth, causing her to grip my shoulder and send me another look.
“But–” she tried to protest.
“Relax, baby.”
“Baby,” she said slowly.
“Baby,” I repeated as I slipped my hand underneath her robe then unraveled its loose tie.
Her robe splayed open, exposing her perky nipples and parted thighs. I slid her underwear down with one hand then said, “Open wide.” Then I got down to my knees and placed my hand between her thighs.
She obeyed, widely spreading her thighs open for me and watching me intently as I hovered over her pretty pussy.
I ran my thumb along her clit, massaging it and causing her to moan loudly as I inserted a finger inside of her.
“So tight.”
“Mhmm…” she whined.
I leaned forward, so that my mouth hovered barely an inch over her.
“Speak.”
And so she did. “Cole,” she whined out loudly, almost begging me.
“Yes, baby?”
“Please,” she pleaded.
“Please, what?”
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip as she watched me with focused eyes. “Taste me.”
I dipped my head lower, sticking my tongue out and massaging her clit slowly with my tongue as my finger worked inside her.
Loud moans echoed from her mouth as she ran her hands through my hair, holding me in place.
I nipped at her pussy, slowly, enjoying the way she tasted and the way she squirmed from my touch. With every flick of my tongue, she moaned.
When she was dripping wet and about to cum on my tongue, I picked up my pace, licking her clit and fucking her with my finger.
Her legs began to spasm as she pulled my hair and screamed my name.
“Come on my tongue,” I demanded as I inserted a second finger inside of her and continued eating her out.
And she did.
She came all over my tongue, clenching her thighs around my head, holding me in place, demanding that I taste every bit of her.
When I finished, I ran my tongue across my lips, licking any remaining bit of her before pinning her to the bed and kissing her.
She let out a breathy moan as she tasted herself on my lips.
She tried to scoot her butt off the bed but I stopped her by holding her in place. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I wanted to give you a blow job now,” she said.
“No, not this time,” I said, as I ran my thumb down her cheek. “I wanted to take care of you.”
She obeyed and stayed on her back, waiting for me with wide eyes and parted pink lips.
I entered her slowly, so slow that it was lovemaking and not fucking.
I wasn’t used to it, but for her I would.
I pinned her wrists down, holding her in place with each thrust as I watched her eyes flutter as I carved her open for me.
I felt everything with the slow, steady pace I kept. Each thrust made her pussy stretch open for me, making room for my girth and length. I felt her body shake every time I re-entered her.
I thrusted again, watching her blue eyes widen every time she took my cock.
I picked up my pace, slowly removing myself from inside of her—then re-entering quicker each time.
I was close.
So fucking close to cuming inside of her.
“Come inside of me,” she whispered as she tugged one of her hands out of my grip then ran her hand along my cheek, holding my gaze without even blinking. “Come inside of me, Cole.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, thrusting until I spilled my cum inside of her.
My orgasm was shattering and my body went limp as I stilled inside of her then rolled over to my side, clutching my hand.
She rolled over and laid her head on my chest. “How’s your hand, cowboy?”
“Fine,” I lied.
“Looks like we should get that wrapped up again.” She said, rolling around, grabbing my hand then dragged me onto my feet and towards the kitchen, while both of us were still naked as shit.
She began to wrap up my hand again and I stood there and admired her.
I admired everything about her. Her gentle touch. Her attentiveness to my injury. How beautiful she looked when she was focused on something. How beautiful she looked feeding the animals and helping me on the ranch. How beautiful she looked in my bed.
“Quit staring,” she teased, giving me a look as she finished wrapping up my hand.
“I can’t help it,” I shot her a half smirk. “You’re beautiful.”
She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, great line.”
“It’s not a line, Abby.”
She shook her head, laughing, as she grabbed me by my wrist and led us both back to the bedroom. “You’ll say anything to get laid again.”
Little did she know, she meant more to me than that.
It wasn’t just sex that I wanted from her—it was so much more.
And in that moment, I forgot how fucking terrifying that was.