Chapter Eleven
Cole
I thrum the steering wheel with my thumbs as I anxiously await Savvy to get out of work. I’m unsure how our talk will go, but it’s necessary. Last night, I stood outside the vehicle, which set me up for failure because when she hugged me, I lost all resolve to behave. Not making that mistake again.
Savvy exits the building, beaming from ear to ear. I haven’t seen her smile like that since she was a kid. She bounces down the stairs and hurries to the passenger side.
“I made over four-hundred-dollars in tips tonight, Cole!”
Her excitement is infectious. “Seriously? That’s incredible. Good job, sweetheart.”
She’s cute as she preens at my praise. I notice she smells smoky, like a juicy, overpriced steak, and my mouth waters.
I listen with pleasure as she babbles about all her tables on the way home. I’m loving this new side of her. She seems so happy.
“I got to see Addison, too,” she says quickly and then points to where Travis’s motorcycle is typically parked as we arrive at home. “Where’s Travis?”
“Addison came for dinner? Was she alone?”
She dodges the question which has alarm bells ringing in my head. “It’s late. Where could he be?”
I want to know more about how things went with Addison. Was the whole family with her? Was Owen there? But, before I can ask anything else, Savvy has already hopped out of the vehicle and races to the front door.
She uses the key we gave her to let herself inside. I’m no idiot. The girl is avoiding me. And it’s not because of our makeout session, either.
By the time I make my way inside, she’s already gone upstairs. I follow after her, eager to discuss this further, but she’s locked away in the bathroom. Once I hear the shower start, I admit defeat.
While she showers, I make a grocery list and clean up Travis’s mess that’s overtaking our living room. Eventually, the shower stops, and I hear the door open. I give her more time to do whatever it is girls do after their shower and impatiently pace the kitchen as I wait for my opportunity to speak to her.
She finally comes downstairs, with wet hair, and her sinful pajamas, making me forget every damn thing I wanted to say to her. Stupidly, I gawk at the beautiful girl whose white shirt is damn near transparent from the water dripping from her hair and soaking the material.
“Where’s Travis?” she asks again, chewing on her bottom lip. “Is he okay? It’s late.”
“Probably on a date or something,” I mutter. “Was Owen at dinner too?”
She flinches at both my statement and then again at my question. I learn two things without her even needing to say anything. I’ve upset her by saying Travis is on a date, and Owen was most definitely there, which was distressing to her.
Anger swells up inside me and I’m not sure who I’m more pissed at.
“Tell me about Owen,” I say, approaching her slowly. “Tell me everything.”
She shakes her head, bottom lip trembling. “Nothing to tell. He left me a big tip.”
I’ll bet he did.
I’m convinced the man wants to get into her pants and uses his “condition” as sly way to get away with it. Now that she’s an adult, he probably considers her free game.
“I didn’t know he was dating anyone,” she says, voice shaky. “Is it serious?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “Since when is Travis serious about anyone? He uses that hookup app. Don’t worry, he never brings them home.”
Her eyes well with tears and she runs out of the kitchen. What the hell just happened? I stalk after her but when I reach her room, the door is closed. Gritting my teeth, I know I need to leave her alone because I’m the one who established this very boundary for us.
Fuck.
I guess we’ll discuss this shit tomorrow.
Someone crying pulls me from a deep sleep. I roll over in bed to glance at the clock. It’s almost two in the morning. Is Savannah upset Travis went on a date?
Irritation burns through me, chasing away the dregs of sleep. “Sweetheart?”
The crying immediately stops, and I’m met with silence.
“Want to talk about it?” I call out.
Nothing.
With a grunt of frustration, I close my eyes and try to force myself back to sleep knowing I have to get up at a quarter to five for my run.
Then I hear it.
Creak.
Soft padding sound.
A sniffle.
My bed moves as someone climbs into it. Her sweet scent gives her away. I lie still and then groan when she curls against my side. Out of instinct, I pull her tighter to me, hugging her and kissing her head.
“It’s okay,” I croon, voice raspy. “Tell me why you’re crying, sweetheart.”
I turn toward her in the dark, seeking her face with my palm, and tenderly stroke her wet cheek with my thumb. Her breath is hot, tangling with mine.
“He hasn’t come home yet.”
My heart sinks. “I’m sorry you’re upset. I’m sure he’s safe.”
“Safe?” Her voice is shrill. “He’s fucking some woman, and it makes me sick.”
“It shouldn’t,” I say to her. “He’s a grown man and needs to be with women his own age.” I pause, hating having to bring this up now. “Like myself. The kissing we did was out of line and inappropriate. It can’t happen again.”
She displays defiance by pressing her lips to mine. I must have the patience of a saint because I don’t kiss her back. This makes her cry harder.
Fuck.
What the hell do I do?
“We can’t,” I breathe. “You should date someone like Brayden. Forget us old guys.”
“I just want to be loved and cherished and desired,” she whispers. “Why is that so much to ask for?”
This time, when she kisses me, I’m distracted by where her hand has traveled. She grips my cock through my boxers and strokes it to life. It feels damn good to have her touching me. In the dark, it almost passes for a naughty dream.
“Savvy,” I warn hoarsely. “Stop.”
“Or what?” She nips on my bottom lip. “You’ll come?”
A wave of desire washes over me, and I lose all sense of reality. I go from being on my side to on top of her, mouth devouring hers. She moans as our tongues tangle desperately.
This is dangerous.
So fucking wrong.
And yet I grind against her pussy, loving how my cock radiates with pleasure at the sensation.
“I want you inside me,” she murmurs against my lips. “Please, Cole. I need you. I need this.”
I want to say no. Maybe I do in my head. My body has other plans. Grabbing hold of her shorts, I sit back long enough to rip them off her body, and then press down against her, kissing her more frantically than before.
You can stop this, man.
Don’t do something you can’t undo.
She writhes beneath me, fingers raking through my hair. I grind against her, wanting nothing more than to tear away the only material left between us and something unforgivable.
She’s barely eighteen.
I’m her father’s age.
A damn cop with morals and responsibilities.
So why the hell am I reaching between us to push my boxers down?
I grab hold of my cock and rub it along her slick slit. When I find her tight opening, I push against it.
Resistance.
My cock is too thick for her.
Fuck.
I curse aloud as I push harder into her. Her body stretches around me, slowly accepting my girth. The whimper that crawls out of her throat is a mixture of aroused and terrified.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I murmur against her mouth. “It’s going in. Almost there. I’m trying not to hurt you.”
Maybe not physically, but mentally, this shit is going to hurt tomorrow.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders to the point of pain. My cock throbs so hard I see stars. The pain mixed with pleasure has me losing control. I thrust my hips, driving into her the rest of the way, reveling in her scream. Thank fuck Travis isn’t here to witness my depravity.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You feel so fucking good, Savvy. So good.”
She kisses me with a desperation I also feel. My entire body buzzes with dizzying pleasure at being inside this girl I’ve been fantasizing about all week. I piston my hips, wondering if I’m bruising her insides or tearing her tender flesh. There’s no going slow for her in this moment.
I just need to claim her.
Pulling from our kiss, I suck on two fingers and then slide them between us to seek her clit. As soon as my wet fingers meet the hot, buzzing flesh, she whimpers and her pussy clenches around me. I work her clit in firm circles, making sure she finds her orgasm before I find mine. I’m in fucking awe as her body comes alive, twisting and trembling, as she moans so loudly the neighbors can probably hear.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my cock.”
Her fingernails rake down my shoulders as she shudders wildly. She’s so close to coming. Almost there.
“Do I need to pull out?” I ask in a raspy tone.
I have no fucking clue if she’s on any kind of birth control.
“Don’t pull out,” she begs. “I’m almost there.”
Our kisses grow more frantic, and my thrusting is uneven. Her pussy soaks my cock with her thick arousal. I’m turned on by how much she’s turned on.
“Cole,” she cries out, back arching. “Oh God!”
Her pussy clamps down around my dick and I fucking lose it. My nuts tighten and then I’m pulsing out ropes of cum inside her young, no-longer virginal body. Knowing I’m marking her by filling her with my semen speaks to the animal, baser side of me. I slow my thrusting, making sure every drop goes inside of her.
“That was…” I hiss as I pull out of her body.
“Don’t say a mistake.”
I collapse beside her, panting heavily. My drenched cock rests against her hip. “I was going to say fucking amazing, sweetheart.”
She curls into me, running a palm up my chest. “Thank you. I thought it was perfect. Just how I imagined my first time would be.”
Guilt burns in my gut that I took this from her, but the pleasure of claiming this sweet girl wins over. I stroke my fingertips over her breasts under her shirt, toying with her nipples that continually taunt me.
“I’ve never been so consumed like that,” I murmur. “You wrecked me, Savvy. I’m fucking dead now.”
She giggles and my cock twitches, making me wonder if it could be up for a second round. “I’m dead too. And messy. It just keeps running out, especially when I laugh.”
I smirk and find her lips with mine. “I like the thought of my cum spilling out of you.”
Our mouths meet for a sweet kiss, but within seconds, it gets filthy again. I’m getting older, so my cock isn’t as eager as it used to be, but fucking this young woman has it feeling youthful. I’m hard and aching for more.
Slam!
Downstairs, I hear keys clattering and then Travis cursing when he crashes into something. He’s drunk and pin balling through our living room.
Finding Savvy in my bed will sober him up.
Fuck.
As if in tune with my thoughts, Savvy slips out of the bed and races back to her room. She closes the door behind her. I find her shorts nearby and use them to wipe up the cum on the sheet beside me, as well as all over my cock. Travis, no doubt on the way to the bathroom, thunders up the stairs with no regard that we might be sleeping.
I wait to hear the bathroom door close, but he staggers past it, straight to my room. My body tenses as I wait to see what he’s up to.
“Can’t sleep on that damn couch another day,” he groans. “Fucks up my back. Sorry, man, but I’m crashing here tonight.”
I’m frozen as I hear him stripping out of his clothes. Then he collapses onto the bed beside me with a groan.
Can he smell the sex in the room?
Does he know the devious shit I just did to our sweet girl?
He rolls toward me, and I’m met with the distinct smell of hard liquor. Since I didn’t hear the motorcycle engine, he must’ve caught a ride home.
“Hot date?” I ask, voice tight with guilt.
“Date?” He laughs. “Fuck no. I can’t stop thinking about Savvy, Cole. I thought getting drunk would help. Turns out, it makes it worse.”
I pinch my eyes closed, wondering how in the hell I’m going to get away with what I did with Savvy. He’s going to find out. Her damn cum-smeared shorts are in my hand, for fuck’s sake.
He punches at me in the dark, but since he’s wasted, it glances off my shoulder. A flare of irritation spikes through me.
“I fucked up,” he says sadly. “Don’t hate me.”
“Hate you for what?”
“I got her off this morning. It was hot. I wanted so badly to fuck that sweet girl. I’m a monster.” He makes a choked sound. “Forgive me, Cole. Please forgive me.”
In the dark of night, all I see is red.
He got her off.
Then she slept with me.
What the hell is going on in this house?