Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Peyton
Cole was evil.
So, so, so evil. Rotten to the core.
When he ripped my jeans out of my hand and shoved me down to the mattress, I thought I was about to get what I wanted.
He tugged my underwear down enough to expose me and despite my dripping entrance, two slick fingers slid into me.
Cole stretched me, curling the digits to hit that sweet spot in just the right way.
When I started to moan, he withdrew his fingers and something large and blunt pushed against me—and it wasn’t his cock.
Cool silicone slipped inside, then Cole replaced my underwear and stepped away.
All it took was me standing up to realize what he’d done: He’d put a vibrator inside me, with a piece that sat right over my sensitive spot.
Even without the vibrations, it rubbed in a way that would make sitting through dinner extremely difficult.
Cole stood in front of me, hungry eyes raking over me. “Cole…”
“Remember your safewords?”
I shuffled on the spot. “Mm-hmm…”
“Give me a color, Peyton.”
“Yellow,” I muttered, almost ashamed.
Cole sat on the bed, demeanor instantly changing from Dom to Daddy. “Do you want me to remove it so we can talk?”
I shook my head vehemently. “No! No…” I moaned, shifting my stance again. The toy rubbed just the right places. “It feels really good.”
“Then what makes you unsure?”
Heat flooded my face, and I felt the sudden urge to cover myself. “You know what happens when I…” I gulped. “That can’t happen in public.”
Cole grabbed my hand and pulled me close. “Then make sure it doesn’t happen, little one.” His fingers stroked over the toy, putting pressure on my spot. “If you get too in your head, or misbehave, I turn it on. But you can use your safeword at any time. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I knocked his hand away and took a step back. If he expected me to hold out until after dinner, then the touching had to stop, and he knew that too. He sauntered into the bathroom, shoulders shaking with laughter.
Asshole.
Now, in the passenger seat of his truck, I squirmed. The toy sat heavy between my legs and each time I moved, it served as a silent reminder of who I belonged to.
Cole was going to get me through this dinner, one way or the other. The vibrator provided the perfect distraction. If I focused on not coming in my pants, then I wasn’t so worried about our families’ reactions.
But that didn’t stop the butterflies in my stomach from stirring the second the truck was in park.
The sprawling farmhouse sat far off the road, a hidden treasure in the surrounding forest. Twinkling lights decorated the outside, and a set of Santa’s reindeer danced across the roof.
The glass storm door allowed me to see inside from where we sat: Cole’s father sat in his recliner by the Christmas Tree, beer in hand.
Cole’s mom bustled between the kitchen and the living room, topping off drinks in between finishing the food.
My mom sat on the sofa next to Jesse, only the backs of their heads visible through the window.
I could almost hear the Christmas music they were listening to. My heart began to race…
“Oh, fuck!”
And the vibrator hummed to life and I shot out of my seat, biting down on my fist to keep from making more noise.
Cole brushed my thigh, and I squeezed my legs together, trapping his hand there, high enough to feel his fingers along with the toy. “Get out of your head, little one.”
Uh-oh… “Turn it off,” I begged as pressure built and my spine began to tingle.
To my relief, Cole listened. I took in a deep, heaving breath. “Are you going to do that every time I zone out?”
Cole arched a brow at me. “What’s the fun in telling you?”
Turning the ignition off, the lights caught the attention of everyone inside. Four heads peered out the glass door and right at us. Panic threatened to spike in my chest, but I tamped it down. I wouldn’t be able to take much of that toy before making an embarrassment of myself.
Not that I had much time to worry anyway.
Cole opened my door and wrapped his strong arms around me, helping me to the ground.
He held on tight, even after I was steady on my feet.
When my eyes met his deep forest green ones, the world around me faded away.
I no longer cared what our families thought.
If this night went to hell, then I’d at least know I had Cole in my corner.
He locked the truck, feathering down my arm to lace his fingers through mine, a small, plastic device pressed between our palms: the remote. As we walked, my T-shirt rode up to expose the thinnest strip of skin, and my flannel did little to ward off the chill.
Though that wasn’t what had me shivering.
The small device served as a hidden reminder of what would happen if I started to get nervous. Excitement fluttered in my belly.
We climbed the three steps to the wraparound porch and Cole stealthily tucked the remote away. With my hand in his again, he opened the storm door and allowed me to enter the house ahead of him.
And we entered into complete silence.
Around us, our families had their varying ways of trying to remain inconspicuous: Jesse bit his lip, Mom sipped at an empty glass of wine.
Cole’s dad excused himself to grab another beer, and his mother stood with a casserole dish in her hand, stifling a smile.
Cole dropped my hand in favor of wrapping that arm around my waist. He pulled me into his side, letting me feel the remote in his pocket pressing into my hip.
“Alright,” I said. “Let us have it.”
The floodgates opened, a round of “I knew it” and “it’s about time” filling the quiet space.
Face on fire, I hid in Cole’s chest. Then as if we’d never been there, things went back to normal.
I let out a sigh of relief. Cole offered to help his mom in the kitchen, but not before shooting me a warning look, sliding his hand into the pocket that contained the remote.
Jesse followed, returning with a cup in his hand and offering it to me.
“What’s this?” I asked, giving the drink a suspicious sniff.
“Does it matter?”
“Nope.” I tipped it back and drained half the vodka cranberry in one go.
What? It had cranberries—those are festive.
“Thank you,” I told him when I came up for air.
“What do you know? You told the parents and the world didn’t end.”
I snickered and picked at the Styrofoam. “I can tell myself all day long that everyone saw it coming, but that didn’t make it any less scary.”
“You’ve always been terrible at keeping secrets, kid.”
“I’m not a—”
“Sure, you’re not.”
Rolling my eyes, I collapsed onto the couch next to Mom, squirming to find a comfortable position.
When her soft hand landed on my back, I relaxed—slightly.
“You couldn’t have possibly thought we would be upset with you,” she whispered, pulling me into her side.
“You’ve been in love with that boy since the minute you locked eyes—it’s never been a secret. ”
I leaned onto her shoulder. It hadn’t been an easy decision for me to move away, but Jesse was adamant in staying.
It made sense, really. He was a few years older and already had an established friend group, and I still hadn’t discovered who I truly was yet.
Besides, I couldn’t let Dad move alone. The thrill of something more than this middle-of-nowhere town excited me, so I chose to leave.
As a result, the limited time I got with Mom only became that much more precious. In that moment, her hand on my back was all I needed.
The open floor plan allowed me to watch Cole as he stirred something on the stove—wrong, according to his mother. They bickered quietly but as if he knew I was watching, he peered over his shoulder. A naughty grin, and I wriggled on the spot.
The toy seemed ten times bigger than it actually was but something about having it there was… comforting. It was a constant reminder that I wasn’t in this alone.
Not that anyone was paying our relationship much attention. Festivities had continued as normal. My first drink disappeared, and Cole made me a second before I could even move. Naturally, people asked about my job over dinner. Little did they know, I spent my days on the couch in my pajamas.
Well, when I had steady work that is.
I lied my way through it, which earned me an assault with the toy. I stiffened in my seat, but passed it off as a chill. Thankfully, no one noticed my odd behavior. Cole’s hand found my thigh beneath the table, squeezing gently.
God, I was in trouble.
Even more so halfway through dinner when I encountered a problem.
I held it as long as I could, but my tiny bladder and vodka teamed up against me to make me very uncomfortable very quickly.
While everyone else was engrossed in conversation about football, I dropped my voice down and whispered to Cole. “I have to use the bathroom.”
Not realizing why I was telling him, Cole made the automatic move to stand and let me past his chair. I trapped his hand on the table, dropping my voice down even lower. “What am I supposed to do about the…?”
He picked up his napkin, pretending to wipe off his mouth. “You can take it out, but it goes right back in when you’re finished. Do you have your phone?”
I nodded, swallowing hard.
“Good. Go.”
Excusing myself from the table, I went down the hall to the bathroom. Cole had been generous with the lube when he inserted the vibrator, so it slid in easily once I was finished. I suppressed a moan, wiggling the toy around until it nestled perfectly against my sweet spots.
I needed to make sure it was in the correct position, right?
My fingers brushed against that sensitive bundle of nerves, swollen from the stimulation and dripping with my arousal. I sighed. My touch lingered, and I was powerless to stop it. My phone chimed in my pocket.
I ignored it.
Perhaps I should have been ashamed—but I was too turned on to care.
Leaning back and spreading my legs as far as my jeans would allow, my fingertips brushed against the toy inserted inside me.
I’d been wearing it all night, and no one was even suspicious.
The naughty nature of it all only made me hotter.
Luckily, Cole had only activated it once in the car.
Until now.
It hummed to life in my hand, and the tickling torture hurtled me closer to my orgasm.
I couldn’t stop. The pressure was too much. Pressing down with my fingers, I fucked into my palm. My phone was going haywire, buzzing just as intensely as the toy. It had to be Cole, demanding that I stop or reminding me of what would happen if I didn’t.
It was too late.
I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood. I crashed hard into my release, clear liquid pouring over my fingers. So much for not making a mess…
My heartbeat thundered in my ears. Blood rushed to my cheeks, setting my face on fire. I allowed myself a brief moment to catch my breath—I’d already been in the bathroom way too long—and began to clean myself up. I washed my hands twice, and that was when there was a knock at the door.
“Just a minute!” I called, cheeks aflame. I glanced into the mirror. My entire face was flushed a deep red. Would someone know?
“Open the door, Peyton,” came Cole’s low, rumbling voice.
Swallowing hard, I unlocked the door. Cole slipped inside and shut it behind him, flipping the lock back into place. Before he could say a word, I fell to my knees and turned my gaze to my lap. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”