Chapter 27
POV: Abby?
It happened as it always did.
Lips crashing into each other.
Bodies crashing into each other.
Us crashing into everything around us.
We were inside of Cole’s house within a minute.
He didn’t wait for me to walk on my own, instead he hauled me over his shoulder, his palm firmly grasping my ass before he dropped me back to the ground and pressed me firmly into the door frame as the door swung shut behind us.
We crashed into each other—all of our desires, our wants, our needs came to a head.
And we couldn’t stop.
“Cole,” I breathed out, as his lips found their way to my neck, slowly kissing me. Without warning, his hand wrapped roughly around my breast.
“Don’t—” was all he said.
“Don’t?” I moaned out in a whisper.
“Later,” he mumbled in my ear.
And I decided that was for the better.
We needed to fuck before we talked. We worked better that way.
I let Cole worship every inch of my body, still not knowing what the fuck was going on between us, but for that moment, it didn’t matter—any of it.
All that mattered was that I had him, at this moment. He was willing to love me, no matter his confusion or what tomorrow would bring. I knew he loved me now, even if he wouldn’t say the words out loud—I felt it.
Cole’s lips left my neck as he pressed my body further into the wall, pushing his covered erection against my stomach.
He stared up at me for a moment and looked me over as if he was memorizing every inch of my face.
Then without speaking, he ran his thumb over my cheek and said “slow at first.”
Before I could respond, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom.
Gently, he set me down on his bed, and I stared up at him with wide, pleasing eyes.
Without a single word, he began stripping.
He kicked off his boots first, then pulled his shirt overhead, then slowly slipped off his belt, making my heart batter in my chest with every single waiting moment.
Then his jeans came off next. A smirk held on the corner of his lips, as he watched me, watch him with intent eyes, slowly slipping down his boxers and exposing his perfect cock.
“Slow,” he whispered again.
He spread my legs without asking, lifted my flowy red sundress from off of my body then hooked his fingers around the edges of my red lacy panties and yanked them down.
I didn’t speak, all I did was watch, frozen in place.
He used his left thumb to circle my bare clit and his right hand to yank down my bra and expose my bare breasts. Then he leaned over my body, and latched his mouth on my nipple.
I cried out in ecstasy as he simultaneously sucked my nipple and worked my clit.
For five minutes, I felt like I was in heaven, writhing in pleasure from Cole’s taste and touch.
Without warning, he positioned himself on the bed, pressed his chest into mine and kissed me passionately. His cock nudged at my entrance, slowly guiding himself inside me. And with each push, I opened for him, my tight walls making room for his large cock.
The first thrust felt like euphoria, as he carved his way inside of me and placed gentle kisses on my collarbone, grounding me in place.
Cole wasn’t a soft man. He wasn’t gentle. But this time he was.
Each prod of his cock felt like a promise.
A promise that we would make things work, even if neither of us knew where to start.
“Abby,” he whispered as he nibbled my ear and thrusted inside of me again.
I swallowed a moan but my voice came out shaky, “Cole.”
“With you—” he began, his words failing as he let out a groan.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His dark hair fell over his face, and for once his eyes looked soft.
“With you,” I responded.
“I want to be softer,” he finished, thrusting slower—so slow that I could feel every inch of his length inside of me.
Reaching up, I used my thumb to stroke the edge of his chin. “I like you for who you are, Cole.”
But he didn’t respond in words. Instead he responded in movements—slowly making love to me, drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm with each thrust.
I ran my fingers through his hair then down to my chest and scraped my nails down his skin.
“Now fuck me.” The words came out like a plea.
Cole blinked once, then smiled. “That’s my girl.”
“I’m your girl,” I told him, waiting with batted breath for him to flip me around and ravish me.
“Mine,” he hooked his hand around my back then quickly flipped me around so that my ass was facing him.
And he didn’t waste any time entering me again.
His thrusts were fast paced and sent me into a frenzy.
Both of his hands roamed my body, settling on my ass, gripping me hard enough to leave marks on my pale skin as he drove into me again and again, each thrust relentless.
“I’m close, Abs,” he growled out, as he pounded inside me again.
He used his thumb to work my clit as he continued fucking me over and over.
“Me–too,” I mustered out, feeling the orgasm grow closer and closer with each flick of his thumb. “Cole!” I cried out.
Cole spewed his cum inside me, the warmth grounding me, even though my legs were practically jell-o, holding his cum inside of me. His touch ran tenderly along my lower back, as he slowly removed himself from my entranceway.
“At least there’s one thing I can’t screw up.”
I hated how broken he sounded when he said it.
I laced my hand with his, tightening my grip around his hand and squeezing it. “You need to give yourself more credit.”
His tone was quiet, so quiet that I could hear the unsteady rhythm of our hearts. Then he said, “I still don’t know if I can be the man you want me to be, Abby.”
I turned towards him, pressing his hand closely to my heart. “I told you, Cole…you don’t know what I want and if you did, you wouldn’t second guess it.”
“I just never imagined…” he trailed off. “I never imagined being a husband or a father before.”
A quick breath released as I took in his words. “Things change, Cole.”
“That they do,” he paused. “But I don’t think I’ll be good at either.”
I gave him a look, soft but unyielding at the same time. “That’s not for you to determine. That’s for your children to determine.”
Then slowly, his gaze trailed down to my stomach.
“I’m not pregnant,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
But Cole only stared, fixated on my stomach, as if it held the answers to his future.