Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Peyton
I was wound so fucking tight. Teetering on the edge of my orgasm, it wouldn’t take much to shove me right over the edge.
Thankfully, Cole had ceased his torture—for now.
The combination of the toy and his hand on me was nearly too much.
Without the vibrations, the truck fell silent.
Only our desperate attempts at filling our lungs with oxygen echoed through the cab.
Hot breath had steamed up the windows. I had no idea where we were.
I didn’t care.
My brain was focused on one thing, and one thing only: come.
I dropped my head to Cole’s shoulder, hips rolling over his spent cock as I begged for release.
He didn’t answer, but seemed to be eating it up.
Strong hands squeezed my hips. Not enough to hinder their movement, but a single, possessive gesture.
Cole Davis was going to mark me as his in every way that mattered.
I pleaded, throat raw and mouth dry from sucking his cock.
My blood pressure was through the roof. Despite the chill outside, sweat beaded across my hairline and trickled down my face, my back. My clothes stuck to me.
“Daddy…”
Cole hummed as if he were pondering the answer.
Hope sparked in my belly, but I knew it was too easy.
His hands began to roam, over my ass and up my waist. Fingers hooked behind the waistband of my underwear, and he tugged them down.
Not all the way, but enough to expose me.
Cupping an ass cheek in each hand, Cole squeezed.
“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet, baby. ”
“Ugh!” I was reaching the end of my rope. I wasn’t even sure how I’d held out so long, especially with that damn vibrator, but I’d done it. Tears poured from my eyes, soaking into Cole’s shirt. “Please—ah!”
A smack rang out in the quiet space, my left ass cheek stinging. Cole instantly soothed the spot, but my confused libido only wanted more.
Oh… this was what I needed to do.
I whimpered, unable to produce any other sound. That string in my belly was ready to snap. If I had to endure a spanking in order to come then so be it.
“Think you can take ten more, baby?” Cole husked, rubbing the sore spot on my ass.
“Ten?” I shrieked, grateful that the trees couldn’t hear. My head reared back to make sure he’d said what I thought he did.
“Did I stutter?”
“But I already had one—shit!” Another smack, this one harder than the last. My eyes burned, and I had to remember how to breathe.
“Keep mouthing off and I’ll add more.”
I bit my tongue so hard that I tasted blood. “Just do it,” I spat. “Get it over with.”
God, I didn’t think I could take anymore. My entire body trembled from the effort. Just when I thought Cole would show me some mercy, he said, “Count them out, Peyton. If you miss one, I start over.”
I nodded, but when Cole raised his hand, I knew that wasn’t good enough. “Yes, Daddy!” I cried before he could bring his hand down.
“Such a good job,” he cooed, almost as if he hadn’t been threatening me a second ago. He hooked a finger under my chin, bringing me in for a surprisingly tender kiss. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
But as Cole’s palm connected with my ass, my sole focus was on not falling apart before I was given permission.
I wondered how much time had passed since we’d been pulled over.
It felt like I’d been riding the edge for days.
This orgasm was going to break me. Prying my eyes open, I peered at Cole through tear-filled eyes.
When he raised a brow in question, I whispered, “One.”
I was able to brace myself a bit more for the second one, barely felt the third. The fourth began to unravel the front I’d put on. Five, and my safeword rolled off my tongue before I could stop it.
Cole instantly snapped out of Daddy dom mode. “Are you okay?” he asked, fumbling for the light.
He was already inspecting me for broken skin. My head thrashed side to side. “I’m fine. I just need to catch my breath. I… I need—”
“Here.” Cole peeled my sweaty hair away from my forehead, handing me a water bottle.
I happily took it, but furrowed my brow in confusion.
It was exactly what I was going to ask for, but I wasn’t expecting him to have it in his truck.
Almost bashfully, he admitted, “I kept one in the car in case you got sick.”
He cracked it open for me, combing through my hair with soft praises while I centered myself. Once I was ready, I recapped the bottle and tossed it to the seat next to me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, settling into Cole’s arms when they wrapped around me.
“What for?”
“Killing the mood.”
“There’s no such thing. Never apologize for using your safeword. That’s why they exist.” His hands snaked back down to my ass, and I shivered. The skin was already raw, and I still had five more to go. “Do you want to keep going?”
Like it was answering for me, my sensitive spot throbbed. “Yes…” I huffed, already well on the way to my orgasm.
Cole lowered my underwear again and I shivered, my burning, bare ass exposed to the cold—but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way.
The blows stung so much more on my already tender skin. It didn’t take much for my eyes to well up again but damn it, I endured it.
By the time I shouted “ten,” Cole was hard again.
Impatient, I ripped the gusset of my underwear and tossed the vibrator aside.
Cole spat out a curse, snarling as I lowered myself onto him.
Seeing as I was so wet that it looked like I’d pissed myself, he slid in easily.
Cole groaned from the swift change in pressure and I took in a deep, shaky breath, fully seated.
With his hand in mine, I guided him to my spot.
Chuckling, he happily granted me the friction I wanted—but I was no fool.
“Can I come now, Daddy?” I asked, peering at him through heavy-lidded eyes. My hips bucked, desperate to move.
“Yes,” he answered, pressing down with his fingertips. “You’ve earned it. Make yourself come for me, baby.”
Say less.
I lifted onto my knees and slammed myself onto his cock. Our cries mingled in the air between us, breath fogging up the windows even further. Inside my binder, my tender, peaked nipples brushed against the fabric. As if he knew, Cole’s gaze dropped to my chest.
Fuck it.
I sloppily shrugged out of my clothes, yanking my binder up and feeding my nipple into Cole’s mouth.
Humming, he latched on, hot, wet tongue flicking over the sensitive nub.
My already raw throat hurt from screaming.
He shoved the rest of my binder away, switching sides.
His fingers tweaked one wet nipple while his tongue worked the other.
All at once, my orgasm crashed into me. My vision whited out.
Pleasure rocked my body, and I collapsed in Cole’s arms. It seemed to go on forever, spurting over Cole’s hand, his cock—fucking everything.
Blood rushed in my ears, and I held on with my arms around Cole’s neck while he chased his own climax.
I couldn’t even squirm out of his grip when oversensitivity took over, instead letting another wave build.
Cole sank his teeth into my nipple, growling through his release and the hot rush of come combined with the sharp sting of pain pulled me over the edge again with him. He was whispering, but it wasn’t until my head cleared that I could make out the words.
“… you did so well for me, sweet Peyton. You did such a good job.”
God, I’d give anything to hear no one but Cole say my name for the rest of my life.
Our clothes were a lost cause, but a pack of baby wipes materialized, presumably from the same place as the water bottle, and Cole haphazardly wiped us up.
There was no way I was wrestling myself back into my jeans in the confines of the truck and frankly, I just didn’t want to.
Throwing myself—and my ruined underwear—back in my seat, I let the stinging in my ass distract me from the now unpleasant cold and wet.
Cole kept a possessive hand on my thigh as we drove back to the house, thumb stroking my skin.
Had the drive been any longer, I probably would have fallen asleep.
Despite my protests, he helped me out of the truck and carried me inside.
He only placed me back on my feet when we were in the main bathroom.
As he leaned over to turn on the water in the shower, I noticed just how drenched his jeans were.
My cheeks flushed, but Cole was quick to kiss the shame off my face.
“Don’t,” he commanded like he could read my mind.
Hell after all this time, he probably could.
With gentle hands, he stripped me down. When he reached for the band of my binder, some distant part of my brain wanted to stop him. I shoved it away. I trusted this man with my life.
Once the fabric was gone, his thumb brushed my sore nipple. Sore in the best way possible. “Was I too rough?” Cole asked.
I tugged at his sweater until he got the hint and let me remove it. Jeans next, which he’d left undone, then his underwear. I didn’t respond until Cole stood naked in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “No. You were perfect.”
Smiling, he helped me into the shower where he cleansed me from head to toe.
He held me in his arms beneath the hot spray, peppering kisses over my neck and shoulders.
He eased up on my ass, using his hands instead of a cloth.
I’d be red and sore for days to come, but I couldn’t stress enough how much I didn’t care.
Every time I sat down, I’d be reminded of who Cole was to me.
After we dried off, I laid in bed while he rubbed cool gel on my sore ass cheeks. When I hummed in pleasure, he continued the massage up my back. “Feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.” I wasn’t sure what was to blame for the next words out of my mouth. There was a very good chance that I was still come-drunk or vodka-drunk, but they slipped before I could stop them. I had to see it through, didn’t I? “What are you doing on Monday?”
“Monday?” Cole laughed. “What happens on Monday?”
“Courthouse opens.”
“What do you need at the courthouse?” Cole rose from the bed to stow away the gel, absolutely clueless.
“You—and a witness. I’m sure Jesse would do it if we asked.” I rolled onto my side, to see him.
“A witness for what?”
I only arched a brow, watching as the cogs turned in Cole’s mind. When it clicked, I was proud to see that his knees nearly buckled before he collected himself. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I nodded, crawling on my knees to the edge of the bed and winding my arms around Cole’s neck. “I know it’s wild, and quick, but—”
“Let’s do it.”
My heart thundered against my ribcage. An involuntary smile curled my lips. “Yeah?”
Cole hauled me into his arms before kissing me until I was breathless and dizzy.
“Peyton McKauley, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met.
I’ve secretly hoped for damn near twenty years that I’d be so lucky to have you as mine—in every way that matters.
So my answer is yes. Hell yes. Let’s get married. ”
I was smiling so wide that my cheeks hurt. As he talked, Cole began to cry. I swiped tears away from his cheeks, only for them to seem to travel to my eyes. “Let’s get married,” I echoed, throat tight.
And that, my friends, is the story of how I married my brother’s best friend.