CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT Cole
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Cole
“ Y ou think of all this on the fly?” she asks with genuine curiosity as we reach the blanket at the edge of the water.
“Nah, I can’t take that much credit. Been planning it since the day you told me you’ve never been on a date,” I say as I take off my hat and toe off my boots. She does the same, her curly hair sticking slightly to her sweat-slicked back.
Her mouth pops open in surprise and I internally high-five myself. Mission “give Ginger the best date of her life” is going exactly according to plan.
The canopy of trees shades us, and the air buzzes with insects, as we eat our lunch. There’s not a soul in sight, as the maintenance crew isn’t here today and I know my mother and Mabel will be out for hours. I look over at Ginger’s beautiful face, free of makeup and slightly flushed from the sun. The waterfall behind her frames her curls, and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her look so pretty.
“I’ll give you this. Your family’s land sure is something,” she says as she looks out to the rushing water, and then back to me with a light in her eyes. It turns to mischief in one second flat when she meets my gaze. “If you’re into that sort of thing, I guess.”
She shrugs as she pops her last strawberry into her mouth. She sets her empty food box down, whipped cream glistening on her upper lip, and I launch myself at her to pin her to the blanket below. There’s no stopping me from licking it right off.
“Listen here, you sassy little fucking vixen,” I growl into her ear. “I know you love this waterfall, and I know you aren’t really mad at me.”
I lick her upper lip. Fucking delicious. She giggles and mock-tries to push me away.
“Stop torturing me and enjoy it. It’s one dinner. And you can trust me to be on my best behavior for your father.”
I pinch her pert ass as she sighs.
“It’s not you I’m worried about, Cole.” She looks up into my eyes and—from this angle, with her at my mercy below me—I feel desire stir within me. Again.
“I’m worried about me. You’ve met my father, what? Ten times over the years? In short little bursts? He’s a human lie detector,” she sighs. “And after what my mother walked in on this morning, with you looking all gorgeous in your towel, she thinks we’re a bona fide couple. You’ll charm them at dinner, and she’ll tell everyone I’m the sheriff’s girlfriend. But she won’t stop there. She’ll be planning for our babies sooner rather than later.”
“Wife ,” I correct her. She rolls her eyes at me, but I see it—everything I need to know in her gaze.
“My father will be so happy with you as another political ally in his pocket,” she rambles on. “Cole, having you in his corner is, for lack of a better saying, my father’s fucking dream come true. If this all blows up in our face and he somehow finds out the truth, I’ll never hear the end of—”
I dip my head down to seal her lips with mine. I’ve heard enough. She’s worrying for nothing. And if she isn’t careful about mentioning babies again, our babies, I might just try to put one in her.
“You think I look hot in a towel?” I ask as I release her lips.
She laughs finally.
“There’s my girl,” I praise.
“You would hear that out of everything I just said.”
“Because you’re worried for nothing. We’ve got this,” I tell her. Hovering over her is starting to get the better of me. I slide my hand down over her flimsy linen shorts.
“Reality check? We’ve always been good at being friends, and we both know whatever is going on with us, this marriage isn’t serious or … real,” she says.
A week ago, maybe two, I would’ve been able to withstand those words, but today they hit me right in the gut. Because the way I’m looking at Ginger right now makes everything between us feel very real and not in the least bit platonic. I swallow down the sucker punch she just delivered in typical Ginger fashion and keep my thoughts to myself. Instead, I dip my head down and line her soft shoulders with my kisses while taking her hand and placing it on my chest. My heart beats faster just having her beneath me.
“Feel this?” I ask her. She nods so I kiss her again. “It’s all for you, Vixen.”
I slide my hand down over the flat of her stomach, circling the top of her shorts and dipping my hand below the waistband. The lace of her panties is the only barrier between me and what I want, but I take my time. Just to torment her. I purposely skim over the heat I feel already waiting for me. My cock is hard and pressing into her leg through my jeans. When she feels it, her eyes meet mine.
“Yeah, that’s all for you too,” I mutter.
She moans and her eyes flutter closed. I trace her inner thigh, and when I get to the apex, I start down the other leg. She whines in frustration, and I chuckle against her skin.
“I definitely like you a little frustrated,” I whisper as she tries to angle her hips up to force my fingers against her needy clit. She lets out a long breath as I search for the evidence of her need. I skim my finger over the lace of her thong and find her soaked and desperate, just how I like her.
“Please, Cole,” she begs. “Touch me.”
I lick her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth, pressing the pad of my middle finger onto her clit through her panties and she cries softly into my mouth. “Please …”
“Fuck, I love watching this pretty mouth beg,” I tell her.
“Why is …” she starts as I skim her clit again. “Why does it turn me on so much when you talk to me like that?”
“Like what?” I ask as I pinch her swollen bundle of nerves. The lace is so thin I can almost feel her skin. My mouth waters at the thought of her against my lips.
“The swearing. The dirty words I … fuck , I don’t understand why I like it so much,” she groans as I pull her earlobe into my mouth.
“Hmmm … seems we all want answers to questions, Ginger.” I lick the expanse of her sweet skin at her collarbone. “Like, for instance, why you keep insisting that we’re just friends …”
“We are friends, Cole.”
I chuckle at her attempt to convince herself.
“Right … we are … so that must be why I catch you looking at me when you think I don’t notice?”
I’ll play her game.
She doesn’t miss a beat.
“Must be …”
“Mmmhmm …” I mutter into her neck. “Except, you know what you’re doing almost every time I catch you?” I add some pressure to her clit with my middle finger, and she squeezes her thighs.
“What?” she whimpers.
“Licking your lips, Vixen.”
Ginger’s eyes flutter open. “Cocky …” is all she mutters, but she doesn’t deny the truth.
“Must also be why this soaking pussy is aching for my fingers right now?”
I continue teasing her and she writhes under my touch, the sound of her desire echoing against the rushing water beside us. I finally tug her panties aside and push into her; sweet and wet. I bite back a groan as I stroke her G-spot.
“Must be …” is all she whispers as I smile into her lips.
I pull away to look down at her. Sweat glistens on her chest in the Kentucky heat, and the sun beats down in dappled shadows through the trees. I pull her tank top off over her head and she lies under me, eyes hooded, hair splayed around her. I watch the little pulse hammering in her throat and the flush of her cheeks increasing. As my fingers continue to work in and out of her I know that, no matter what happens, I will remember her just like this for the rest of my life.
I continue to tease her, never giving her what she fully needs. Toying with her is quickly becoming my new favorite hobby.
“Please, Cole …” Her begging words are a shot straight to my hard and aching cock.
“Mmmhmmm …” I say as my tongue lazily flicks her hardened nipple. “I don’t know. The way you’re breathing right now … doesn’t seem on the fake side of things to me.”
I pinch her clit and her back arches.
“It’s just because it’s … so hot out here,” she retorts.
I grin into her neck and take a bite. She moans even louder, and I take that as an invitation to lose my jeans with a couple of swift movements. I pull my shirt over my head before tugging her shorts and panties from her body, tossing them aside. She doesn’t even flinch at where we are. The sense that she trusts me implicitly to keep her safe isn’t lost on me. In fact, it fuels me.
Our hot naked bodies press together and I still to revel in the feeling for a few moments while I kiss her. This ache, this need to be inside her, confirms she’s a drug I’m quickly becoming addicted to. Sweat covers us both from the midday sun, and I never want to stop kissing her. I slide my cock through her slit and coat myself in her.
“Fuck, the feeling of being covered in you is so goddamn good. You’re drenched, Ginger.”
“It … it’s the heat … it turns me on,” she moans.
I smirk. It takes everything in me, everything I have, to back away and stand up.
“Got it. It’s just the weather you’re worked up about? Seems to me like maybe you just need to cool down then,” I say as I leave her on the blanket.
She’s a literal hot mess right now and I fucking love it. I saunter naked, without a care in the world, to the water’s edge and make my way in; it’s warm after the heatwave of the last two weeks and I can see all the way to the bottom of the crystal-clear spring. I push off toward the waterfall until I’m waist-deep and close enough to feel the spray, before turning and calling back to her.
“Coming in? It’ll help you to cool down!” I grin, dunking my head under and pushing the water off my face. A look of sheer Ginger determination takes over her expression as she narrows her eyes at me, flicking her hair off her shoulders and stalking toward the river.
“You’re right, Cole, that’s just what I need. A nice swim,” she calls out.
I take in the show before me as Ginger, in all her incredible naked glory, moves toward the water. A vision of complete confidence and pure sex.
Her nipples are hard, and ready to be pulled into my mouth, and her dark curls trail down her back as she walks. That small waist, those full hips, that golden skin. Her perfect tits that bounce as she heads toward me. She’s a modern-day Aphrodite. Ginger disappears into the water in a perfectly executed little dive before popping up right in front of me seconds later. The moment her goose-pebbled skin touches mine, it’s game over.
She wraps her legs around me, weightless. The heat of her pussy is still apparent against my cock; I can feel her hot arousal even under the water. Her arms rest on my shoulders, relaxed, and she angles her face toward mine.
“So much better,” she says, smiling sweetly. “I’m not hot at all anymore.” Her pussy hugs my cock, sliding up and down just to torture me. “Perfectly cool now, actually. How are you?”
She licks my bottom lip and all my thoughts leave my head.
“ Fuck ,” I growl as my mouth crashes down to meet hers, and my hands find every possible stretch of her wet silky skin. Her fingers lace through my hair and she pulls tight in invitation. I don’t waste a second. Her hot pussy is right there and mine for the taking as I drive into her under the water without hesitation. We moan in unison as she clamps down around me.
There’s no friction, she’s way too wet for that, but somehow the cool water makes her even tighter, and her throaty sounds echo off the falls as I fill her. I take her hard and fast.
“You want to know why I can’t keep control around you, Ginger?” I say as we move together.
Her forehead tips to my chin as she slips into the abyss with me. I’m right there with her because there’s no explaining this. This feeling of us together .
“It’s not because we’re just friends. It’s because you were made for me. You know every single button to press. Every single thing you do drives me fucking crazy.” I change my tone to a warning. “I could do this all fucking day,” I smirk, slowing my pace, filling her to the hilt and holding myself deep inside her.
“Cole …” she moans, wanting me to move.
“You can come when you admit it, baby. Admit we’re not just friends, admit this is something more. I dare you.”
Her mouth opens, forming a perfect O, but no sound leaves her lips as her eyes close, lost with me as I pull out then fuck back into her. Deep and fast, like it’s possible this way to make her completely and only mine. I let my lips, fingers and tongue tease her nipples as her perfect tits trade moving between my face and the swell of the water around us.
“Cole … I need to …” she whimpers almost incoherently as her walls tighten. She tugs my hair just hard enough to make my cock pulse inside her. I slow and still myself. She sure as fuck isn’t getting what she wants until I do.
“What do you need, Vixen? You need me to be a good friend and let you come?” I ask.
“Yes,” she cries. “Please …”
“Tell me you’re lying to yourself. Tell me how badly you want me,” I push.
“I do … I do … so badly. All the fucking time, it’s so frustrating. Please , Cole,” she chants.
“Such a good girl.” I kiss her and move back to the pace that has her coming apart.
She’s ready within seconds.
“Honesty feels good, doesn’t it? Look at this tight little cunt milking my cock. Take every drop from me. Fucking strangle me,” I command.
“Don’t stop, Cole … please,” she pants as her head tips forward and her eyes flutter closed. She’s so close.
I grip the side of her face as I fuck her, and she opens her eyes, bringing her gaze back to me.
“Eyes on me. I want to be the only thing you see while you fall apart.”
Her normally light eyes are dark, full of lust and fire. Water hovers in her long lashes and, for a split second, it’s like the world stops spinning and there’s nothing but us and our unspoken connection. My chest cracks wide open and heats as I slow my pace. Every nerve ending in me is buzzing as our movements turn languid. Ethereal.
“You’re always the only thing I see, Cole,” she moans before her lips are on mine and, motherfucker, I’m coming. Coming harder than I’ve ever come before. I let go and spill into her as her sweet pussy does just what I ordered, pulling every drop from me as she cries my name.
I give it all to her willingly, kissing her as I do.
The moment washes over me and cleanses me of anyone else I’ve ever touched. I know I’ll never be the same. From this second forward there’s no one but her. I’ll never forget the first time in my entire life that I made love to Ginger Danforth Ashby under a waterfall.