Chapter 43 Cole
COLE
I’m practically crawling out of my own skin as Freya and I ride the elevator to the top floor of my building. It’s not my usual one, seeing as that is now down for maintenance. We have to ride the one that is shared with the other top-floor apartments.
“Do you know your neighbors?” Freya asks as I tug her past the doors.
“Nope. Never met them.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me,” she mocks.
“The only person I know in this building is Melvin,” I confess.
“Good. He deserves to be known.”
“He’s a good man. Nice family.”
“You’ve met them?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“No, but I feel like I have. The way he talks about them…there’s so much love there.”
“The perfect kind of family.”
“The kind I always dreamed of.” I hate the darkness that creeps into my tone. This has been a good night; there shouldn’t be a place for it.
“It’s never too late,” Freya says positively as I tap my key fob against the door that’ll allow us into my apartment foyer, where our unusable elevator sits.
I let her soft voice wash away the feelings that thinking about family dreg up and focus on getting her inside and away from the rest of the world.
The moment we’re in and the door closes behind us, I breathe a sigh of relief.
I turn to Freya, more than ready to back her up against the door if she’ll allow me, but the second I look into her eyes, I know she’s on a different page. She’s focused and determined; she’s in work mode.
“I’ve already made your post-game snacks. I just need to plate them up for you.”
She takes a step forward, ready to do what she just said, but I shift to the side, stopping her.
“I don’t want food right now,” I state.
Okay, so it’s not entirely true. I played a full game of hockey tonight. I’m hungry. But it’s not what I want the most.
I step into her, forcing her to take one back until she bumps the front door, almost making my fantasy come to life.
“Oh,” she breathes.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night, Whirlwind,” I confess.
She swallows thickly as I stare down at her.
“Since the moment I put that jersey on your bed, all I’ve been able to think about is seeing you in it.
” I lean closer, pressing my forearms against the door on either side of her head.
Her breathing is labored, her chest heaving, giving away that she’s not the only one battling with what she really wants tonight. “Seeing you in nothing but it.”
I lean closer still, letting her breath tickle over my mouth as she gazes up at me, her lips parted, her eyes alight with desire.
“Cole,” she breathes.
“Fuck,” I rasp, loving the way my name sounds from her lips.
So fucking sexy.
“I want you.”
Her breath catches.
She shakes her head as if she can’t believe me. Won’t believe me.
“You know I do,” I continue. “I’ve wanted you for weeks.
I’ve tried to do the right thing, but I can’t any longer.
I need you. I…fuck…you’re all I can think about.
When I’m home, all I want is to spend time with you; when I’m on the road, all I want is to come back so I can see you.
It’s driving me fucking—” My words are cut off as she presses up on her toes and brushes her lips against mine.
It’s the simplest of kisses, and yet, I’m pretty sure it’s the best one I’ve ever experienced.
One of my hands drops, wrapping around the side of her neck, anchoring her to me.
A groan rumbles between us, and it takes a moment to realize it’s coming from me.
She reaches out, her hand gripping my waist, holding me in place.
“More,” I beg, my eyes holding hers, pleading for it not to end here.
I can’t survive with just that one taste.
My body aches for her, my cock already hard and desperate, my heart racing dangerously fast in my chest.
“Please.”
Her fingers twist in the fabric of my shirt, gently pulling me closer, and I go willingly.
Tonight has been the ultimate foreplay, and I am more than ready for what comes next.
With one hand still holding her neck, I close the space between us, letting the heat of her body meld with mine before I kiss her. It’s a couple of sweet lip brushes, but both of us are too needy and desperate to leave it there.
“You said you wanted more,” Freya murmurs against my lips. “Take it.”
It takes me a moment to register her words. It all seems too good to be true.
But once that moment is over. Well…it’s fucking on.
My lips collide with hers again as I lean forward, pressing the length of my body against hers. I need her to feel just how potently I crave her.
My tongue drags across her bottom lip, but I barely make it halfway before hers brushes against it.
She whimpers, and I’m done for.
My grip on her neck tightens, my other hand drops to her hips, and I dive in. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and it only makes me more desperate.
Fuck. She’s so fucking perfect.
Time seems to stand still as I pin her back against the door, making out like a couple of teenagers who’ve been left alone in the house for the first time.
“This isn’t helping,” I confess as I drag my lips across her jaw and down her throat. “Getting more addicted, Whirlwind.”
“Oh god,” she gasps, her head hitting the door as I suck on the sensitive bit of skin beneath her head.
“Nah, not God. Just Handsy.”
A manic laugh erupts from her. “You did not just say that.”
I pull back and look at her with the cockiest smirk I think I’ve ever worn.
“There is no way in hell you’re thinking, let alone saying, any other guy’s name right now.”
Her eyes flare with shock, but the desire never leaves.
“Only you can ensure that happens,” she taunts before wrapping her hand around the nape of my neck and dragging me back to her.
Oh, challenge accepted.
Dropping my hand to her thighs, I effortlessly lift her from the floor, wrapping her legs around my waist. She shrieks, but she doesn’t fight it. In fact, she does the opposite and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Taking you to my bed,” I muse as she kisses my neck. The light brush of her lips against my skin makes me shudder. My cock jerks in excitement as I try to imagine how they might feel down there.
My teeth clench as I try to keep myself under control.
This isn’t about me. Sure, I want to get mine at some point. But really, this is all about Freya.
I want her to feel beautiful, sexy, and confident. I want to show her that one man can’t ruin everything. That there is still joy and pleasure—hopefully endless fucking pleasure.
My grip on her thighs tightens when her lips find mine again. She’s right here, clinging to me like a spider monkey, kissing me, but it’s not enough.
I blindly navigate us to my room before walking straight to my bed and lowering her onto it.
Her light hair fans out against my white sheets, her green jersey a stark contrast.
“You look so good in my bed. Every night I lie here remembering how hot you looked twisted up in my sheets. That lingerie was so fucking sexy.”
Her already rosy cheeks get brighter as she holds my eyes.
“The things I wanted to do to you.”
She smiles, but now we’re in here, there’s a nervousness to it.
“You’re in charge here, Freya. You don’t want something, you need it to stop, all you’ve got to do is say the words.”
She nods, but I’m not sure she really hears me.
I crawl onto the end of the bed, shuffling between her thighs and wrapping them around my waist. With my hands planted on either side of her head, I lower myself until my nose is already brushing hers.
“Talk to me, Whirlwind. Tell me what you need. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes dancing with a mixture of desire and anxiety.
“It’s…it’s been a long time,” she confesses quietly.
“So?”
“I might be bad.”
I can’t help it; I burst out laughing.
A frown pinches her brow, and I quickly lean forward to kiss it away. “Not possible, Freya. I’m pretty sure I could come from just kissing you. You’re amazing, and you have nothing to worry about. We’ll take it at your pace, though, okay?”
She nods.
“I want to make you feel good. Can I?”
Her lips twitch with a coy smile before she nods again.
My own smile isn’t nearly as restrained as I grin back at her.
I surge for her, our lips colliding in a wild, unrestrained kiss. Her fingers tug at my shirt, pulling it free from my pants, allowing her to slip her hand under the fabric.
I jolt the second her warm palms slide up my sides, my skin burning with her touch.
“Freya,” I groan into our kiss as she slides her hands higher.
Fire shoots through my veins, and I swear my clothes suddenly shrink a few sizes. The need to stand and shred them from my body is almost too much to ignore, but that would mean losing her touch, and I can’t bear that.
Her legs tighten around my waist, and she grinds herself against me.
Holy shit.
Do not come in your pants right now, Hansley
Her nails dig into my sides, sending a shot of pain right to my balls that brings me dangerously close to the edge.
I know it’s been a while, but this is ridiculous.
“Cole,” she gasps as our kiss breaks.
She stares up at me with wide, hungry eyes, and my obsession snowballs to something all-consuming.
“That’s it, Whirlwind. Use me. Take what you need.”
I grip her hips, keeping us pinned together as I grind against her.
“Oh God.”
I quirk my brow.
“Cole,” she corrects as her body begins to tremble.
All night, all I’ve thought about is stripping her naked and laying her out on my bed, but right now, the only thing I can focus on is making her come.
I don’t care that we’re both fully dressed.
I don’t care that we’re acting like innocent teenagers.
It’s everything. Everything I didn’t know I needed.
I’ve never done this. I’ve always taken as much as a girl has been willing to offer.
But tonight, with Freya, everything is different. I don’t want to dive into everything. I want to make it last. I want the build-up.
I want the excitement.
“You’re so fucking hot, using me.”
“Yes, yes,” she chants, her hands continuing to roam under my shirt.
“Are you going to come for me, Freya?”
Her pupils dilate, and her lips part as she fights to catch her breath.
She nods. “Yes. I’m…I’m gonna…” She gasps as the first wave of her release hits her. “Cole, fuuuuuuck,” she cries as her body convulses in my hold.
I watch her in awe. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“Eyes, Freya,” I demand when they slam closed. “Good girl,” I rasp when she drags her eyelids open.
Her orgasm seems endless, and I’m here for every second of it. But as it begins to fade, her hands slide down my stomach, and a beat before her fingertips hit my waistband, I realize I can’t hold back anymore.
And I do the exact thing I was trying to avoid.
I come in my pants.