Chapter 63 Cole
COLE
My teeth grind as her pussy ripples around me, sucking me deeper. God, I wish I could get deeper.
“Cole,” Freya gasps as my grip on her hips tightens.
I have no doubt that she’ll wake tomorrow morning with bruises from my grip, and I can’t fucking wait to see them.
Mine.
Fuck. I have never, ever felt this possessive over a woman.
I want her branded on me for the entire world to see.
She’s mine, and mine only.
Fuck that stupid motherfucker who let her go. Biggest mistake of his life.
I don’t know how I got lucky enough to get to call her mine. But I am. And I will never take it for granted.
“Move, please,” she begs, pushing back against me.
Desire races through my veins as my need to take her hard and fast consumes me.
Be gentle, a little voice screams in my head.
She’s yours; don’t break her.
But I fucking need to.
I need her sated and trembling with only thoughts of me filling her head.
Fire licks at my insides, my muscles burning to fuck her.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” I warn through clenched teeth.
“Then don’t. I’m not made of glass. Take what you need.”
“Freya,” I breathe, squeezing my eyes closed as I fight to hold myself back.
“I mean it, Cole. Fuck me. Hard and fast. However you want. I’m yours. I can take it.”
Her pussy clenches around me, encouraging me to do exactly what she just said.
“If I need you to stop, I’ll tell you.”
My nostrils flare.
“Please, Cole. Please. Fuck me.” She pushes back again, taking me as deep as possible, and my restraint snaps.
My grip on her hips tightens even more, my fingertips digging into her soft skin as I pull my hips back before thrusting in.
Freya shoots forward with the force of my movement, but I hold her in place as I repeat the action.
“Cole. Fuck. Yes,” she cries with every one of my thrusts.
“Fuck. Yes. Take my cock. Fuck. Look at you,” I pant as I take exactly what I need from my girl.
Her fingers twist in the sheets as she cries out every time I hit her deep.
“You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes,” she cries, her body trembling with her need to come again.
“You’re such a good girl, Freya. You take my cock so well. So wet. So tight,” I mutter absently as I watch where we connect, and the sound of skin slapping skin fills my apartment.
“Please,” she begs.
“What do you want?”
“To come,” she whimpers. “Please.”
Releasing one hand, I pull it back and spank her ass again.
She cries out as my handprint blooms on her pale skin.
Fuck. That is so fucking pretty.
Her pussy grips me so tight, I almost crash over the edge.
Not yet.
She has to go first.
“That’s it, baby. You’re being such a good little whore for me.”
She whimpers, her pussy rippling, telling me just how much she likes my dirty mouth.
“You love being filled with my dick, don’t you? Is that what you’re going to think about when I’m gone? Are you going to lie in my bed and play with this pretty pussy, wishing that I were here?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Cole,” she whimpers, and as my palm collides with her ass again; she screams out as she tumbles headfirst into her release.
She squeezes me so goddamn tight, I can’t help but fall over the edge with her.
I roar out my release as I pump the condom full of cum. Disappointment flickers at the back of my mind that she’s not going to feel it, that she’s not going to spend the rest of the day walking around feeling it.
One day…
The image of my seed running from her sends sparks and aftershocks from my release.
Folding over her body, I pin her to the bed, still fully seated inside her.
Her body is burning up, her skin sweaty. I can’t get enough.
“That was—” she starts before swallowing the words. “Wow.”
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, aware of just how rough I was.
She shakes her head the best she can.
“No. It was…perfect.”
“You’re perfect.”
She giggles. It’s light and full of happiness.
My chest swells.
I did that. I made her feel like that.
“I’m a sweaty mess.”
“A perfect sweaty mess.”
She giggles again.
“I should probably let you up, huh?”
I’m holding most of my weight on my arms, but I’m aware that I’m still crushing her to the mattress.
“Or we could just stay here for the rest of the day,” she suggests.
“As incredible as that sounds, we actually have plans,” I confess before I reluctantly pull out of her and roll her from beneath me.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I tug her into my body, refusing to let her go quite yet.
“We do?” she asks, a cute little frown between her brows.
“Yep.”
“What are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise.”
She groans, but the smile on her face tells me that she’s not mad about me keeping secrets.
“We’re leaving the apartment, aren’t we?” she asks nervously.
“We are.”
She blows out a slow breath. “I guess I can’t stay hidden here forever.”
“It’s going to be okay,” I tell her, brushing her sweat-damp hair from her cheek.
“I know. I trust you.”
My heart swells.
“I don’t deserve you.”
She shakes her head, refusing my words. “You deserve the world, Cole,” she says before leaning closer and brushing her lips against mine.
I groan as I pin her closer, my cock already swelling.
“We don’t have time for you to distract me with this body,” I warn.
“That’s a shame,” she moans, rocking herself against me.
“Can’t get enough,” I say, rolling her onto her back and deepening the kiss.
“Oh no,” she says, successfully slipping from beneath me and rolling off the bed. “We have plans.”
I sit up and watch as she undoes the button of her skirt that was up around her waist. It plummets to the floor, leaving her standing there gloriously naked before me.
“And yet, you’re doing that,” I say, my eyes feasting on her incredible curves as I pull the condom from my dick, more than ready to replace it with another and go again.
“Well, I’m going to need to shower if we’re going out. The last thing I need is photos surfacing of me looking like I’ve been fucked six ways from Sunday by Cole Hansley.”
I smirk when she says the word “fucked.” It’s so weird hearing her say it when she’s not about to come. “I don’t see anything wrong with that. I need the world to know that I’m taking proper care of my girl.”
“You’re a nightmare.” She laughs as she turns and walks toward my bathroom. “Are you coming or what?” she shoots over her shoulder.
“Fuck,” I bark, jumping to my feet as I grab another condom from the nightstand. “I’m coming. You are again, too. Maybe twice, if you’re lucky.”
“How long have we got?” she asks as I join her.
“Long enough.”
Naturally, we end up being late, and I have to message the people expecting us to let them know we’re still coming.
It’s not my fault. Freya invited me to shower with her. How is any red-blooded man meant to turn that down? Her incredible body with water running down over her. Goddamn. Even now, as we ride the elevator down toward the parking garage, my dick jerks at the memory.
I’ve had good sex before. As a professional hockey player who spends a huge chunk of his time away from home, I’ve probably had a little too much.
But nothing—and I mean literally nothing—compares to Freya.
Every sensation and feeling is heightened with her.
The thought of it just being a one-time thing and moving on physically hurts.
That would be my normal MO, but thankfully, that isn’t the case, because I’ll never be able to walk away from Freya. Never.
She’s…fuck. She’s everything.
“It’s going to be okay,” I say softly as the numbers count down on the little panel in front of us.
“I know. I trust you,” she says, gazing up at me with wide eyes.
She’s terrified about going out. Her hand trembles in mine, and as I tug her closer and gather her into my body, I discover that it’s not just her hands that are trembling. All of her is.
Maybe this is a bad idea.
But then I think of where we’re going and what we’re about to do.
I can’t lie, my own nerves hit.
I’m taking a risk. One that I really hope pays off.
I’m fairly confident that she’s going to be happy. But there is always a chance it could backfire. After all, I have no idea what I’m doing here.
I’ve never been in a relationship before. I’ve never had anyone else’s needs to put before my own, anyone else’s happiness. But suddenly, there she is. All I can think about is making her happy and what I can do to put that smile on her face.
She won’t admit it, but she’s been struggling the last few days cooped up in the apartment. Sure, she’s ventured to the balcony, but that’s hardly enough to sate my whirlwind’s need for freedom.
I hate the thought of her feeling trapped like she used to. I want her to be free to do whatever she wants. I want her to spend her days out in Runyon Canyon Park, getting fresh air in her lungs and feeling like the best version of herself, not forced to feel like she needs to hide from the world.
It’s going to get better. I know it will. She does too.
I just need to get these two games behind me, and then it’s happening.
At our final home game of the regular season, I’m going to turn up as a taken man with my girl in the crowd, wearing my jersey and screaming my name.
My heart flutters just thinking about it.
I know it won’t be the first time. But still. It’ll be real.
Last time, we were hiding how we were feeling.
This time, the entire world is going to know.
Hailee has sorted front-row seats to ensure the cameras capture us.
It’s the only thing Freya and I agreed to.
No staged press releases or social media announcements of our relationship. We don’t need any of that. Rowan might want a reaction, but he isn’t going to get one other than photos of the two of us being a happy couple. A couple unfazed by his meddling in our lives.
I’m not naive. I highly doubt this’ll be the end of him. But as far as we’re concerned, he doesn’t exist. And I am more than happy about that.
Well, aside from the fact that I still really want to punch him in the face.
I lead Freya to my car, open her door, and wait for her to settle in the passenger seat. Then I lean over and pull her seat belt on, brushing my lips against hers as I do so.
“Where are we going?” she asks quietly.
I study her for a beat, the truth dancing on the tip of my tongue.
“Your favorite place,” I confess, not wanting to give her anything extra to worry about right now.
Her breath catches, and a wide smile spreads across her lips. “We’re going to see the dogs?”
“Yeah, baby. We’re going to see our little buddies.”
She does a little happy dance before her expression falls.
“What if they follow us?”
“Then they’ll get images of us volunteering at a dog shelter and raise awareness of the place.”
She thinks for a moment before she nods in agreement.
“Yeah. You’re right. The dogs probably deserve for us to be followed.”
A laugh tumbles from my lips.
“The staff has been briefed, and they’ve put steps into place to ensure we can have our time alone.”
She reaches up, her small palm landing on my cheek. “Thank you. I…I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I need you to know that.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby.”