18. Jenna
Chapter eighteen
Jenna
I stare at myself in the mirror, tiny beads of water splashed across my makeup free face, slowly dripping off the tip of my nose. I’ve taken solace in one of the many spare en-suits in the Wingrove palace. I’m suffocating being in the same room with him, and people from my life.
It’s different from my day to day. My colleagues don’t know me in the way the people downstairs do.
One misstep, and they’ll be on me like a fish out of water. I just…need a breather.
I’ve been up here for way too long for it not to be deemed suspicious, but I can’t bring myself to leave.
Just like I can’t bring myself to leave this stupid games night that’s barely even begun.
If there weren’t Happy Birthday balloons and decorations in every corner, I probably could have convinced myself to leave the moment he stepped through the door. However, Cassandra went to too much effort for me to just up and leave.
When I saw the boxes of games stacked up high on a corner table, I knew we’d be in for a long night, so I ran for the furthest bedroom I could find.
It feels like I’m in high school again, hiding away before my first game of seven minutes in heaven.
Only, none of the guys at those parties ever paid any attention to me, but one guy at this party hasn’t stopped.
I was so sure that my text insinuating Robbie and I were more than friends would’ve made him not want to come.
I didn’t want him to feel unwanted, but I just knew how I would be if he were here.
Even after thinking I was screwing someone else, he still showed up with his overly-football obsessed brother-slash-manager, looking too damn attractive for his own good. And quite frankly, for mine.
Black jeans, a navy button-up shirt left open, and a white tee underneath. His dark hair is freshly trimmed—thanks to Tahnee—and those deep, dark eyes? God, I’ve never seen anything like them.
They’ve been devouring every single part of me since he stepped foot into this house.
My body just knows he’s watching, too.
My skin is covered in goosebumps, and my thighs unwillingly clench together. When I look over my shoulder, his beer bottle is pressed to his mouth, and his eyes are trailing up my legs. Or he’s licking his lips while staring at mine.
I’ve forced myself to not look at him, but I can’t help it. We’re like two magnets who just can’t help the pull.
We haven’t spoken so much as a ‘ hello’ to each other, and I bet if I hiked up my dress and slipped my fingers beneath my underwear, I know exactly what I would find. I won’t do it though, because once I start, I won’t be able to stop until I’m satisfied. And I don’t think I’ll be satisfied until it’s his hands gripping my hips and his cock is buried deep inside of me.
Clasping the edges of the sink, I close my eyes, taking my last few deep breaths, before the door creaks, and Cole clears his throat.
My eyes snap open.
“You avoiding me again, Snow?” He leans his body on the wooden frame, arms crossed over his chest, and I squeeze my thighs together again. He’s said five words to me now, and the warmth between my legs is only getting more intense.
Get a fucking grip, Jenna.
“No. Just needing some silence,” I lie through my teeth, peeling my eyes away from his, and snapping them shut. The distance between us is almost non-existent, but he makes it even more so when he steps closer, and I feel the heat of his body surrounding mine.
I shudder at the closeness.
“I don’t know who you’re trying to fool,” he whispers in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “But it’s not working on me.” His fingers graze along my skin as he brushes my hair over my shoulder, leaving the right side of my neck completely exposed to him.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so vulnerable in my life.
Placing a soft, gentle kiss just below my ear, my body sinks against his chest as his hand finds my chin, tilting my head to the side. Our lips are apart, but only just.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, my weak voice low and gravelly, my mouth dry. His fingers walk across my shoulders, down my bare collarbone.
“Seeing how far you’ll let me take this.” He gently taps my feet apart with his, spreading my legs, and my body slightly bends over the sink. I nibble on my lip as his tongue sweeps his own, while his eyes hone in on mine in the mirror.
“What if I told you I didn’t want it to go any further than you’ve already taken it?” I whisper, not an inkling of confidence anywhere to be found.
“I wouldn’t believe you.” He dips his head to kiss my neck, and I swallow hard.
“And what if I told you I didn’t want you to stop? What if I begged you to take it all the way? Begged you to fuck me until I couldn’t handle it anymore.” I croak out. His eyebrow quirks ever so slightly, a devilish grin spreading across his face while his eyes fill with heat.
“Then I would never fucking stop, Snow. I would take it as far as you let me, watching as you come all over my cock like the good girl I know you can be.” I whimper as the phrase leaves his mouth.
He raises the hand of his that remained clutched to the basin, holding between his fingertips a small square wrapper, with a circle protruding the packet.
“It seems your friends are prepared for people fucking in their guest room,” he tells me, kissing my lips softly and I tremble as my mouth moves to kiss him back. “I found this in the night stand next to the bed just in there. It would be a real shame if it didn’t get used.” He nods his head over his shoulder, and I push my hips backward into his, and my ass rests comfortably against his hard cock.
Throwing my head back against his shoulder, he takes my lips against his feverishly, kissing me like we’re about to get caught. Kissing me fast and hard, like he knows I may not let this happen again if he were to slow the pace. He bites my lip as I pant, attempting to pull away from the hold he has on me, but the pull between us is too strong.
I don’t want to lose how this feels.
“Can I…”
“I told you last time, Cole. Don’t ask. Just fucking take. Take me in whatever way you want me before I change my mind and walk out of that goddamn door.”
Hiking my dress up, it bunches around my waist while he thrusts his hips against my ass. My body folds over even more, leaning on top of the sink in front of us. His hands wrestle with his belt, button and zip before he rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth. His other hand is on the small of my back, keeping me firmly, but comfortably in the position he wants me.
Sliding the condom down the length of him, he throws my dress higher over my ass, revealing the thong I’d slid on earlier, and an animalistic groan escapes his throat. “You’re so fucking perfect, Snow, and you don’t even know it.” He growls, stroking his hand up and down his shaft. “You want this, Jenna?”
I nod, bucking my hips backward at the exact time he slams himself forward.
His hand covers my mouth to stifle my scream. “Shh,” he whispers in my ear. “They’re going to hear us.” I shudder.
“Let them.” My two words are all it takes to light the fire within him, his hand looping around my waist until his fingers find my clit, swirling in perfect circles. My knees threaten to cave beneath me—beneath us.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. So fucking wet.” He licks the curve of my neck as he buries himself deep inside of me, stretching and filling me to my limit, but I never back away from a challenge. He thrusts deeper, harder, faster, groaning into my ear while his hip movements remain in sync with mine. When he slides out of me, I feel the loss of him in my core, desperately needing him back where he belongs just so I can feel whole again.
Spinning me around, he scoops me up with ease, his hands gripping my ass cheeks as he drops me onto the counter top. I flinch slightly at the coolness on my bare skin, but I have no time to dwell on it. He slides back inside of me, ripping the top of my dress down to free my tits, giving him free rein to all of me.
His movements don’t stop. One arm is pressed against the mirror behind me, muscles in his arms are bursting out of the sleeves of his t-shirt, the other is gripping my thigh so tight, I know it’s going to leave a mark—but I don’t care.
He can leave a mark anywhere on my body, and I would smile at it like a badge of honor.
Ask me tomorrow, though, and my thoughts probably won’t be the same.
I take his clothes off. First the unbuttoned shirt, careful to not cause it any damage like last time, and he pulls his t-shirt over his head, but doesn’t allow me enough time to admire each individual muscle.
He takes my mouth in another bruising kiss, like it's something we do every chance we get, yet feels like the last kiss we’ll ever have in this lifetime, and my body aches at the thought.
Looping my arms around his neck, I pull his body closer to mine, forcing him deeper inside of me, and I swallow the groan that escapes him. “Bed?” I ask with a whisper when I force our lips to part and he nods frantically, lifting me up so seamlessly. I would usually protest, but I’m too in the mood to care that I’m allowing a man to throw me around like a rag doll.
He kisses me again while gently placing me down on the bed as if I’m suddenly made of porcelain, like he didn’t ruthlessly rail me the night we met, and I didn’t beg for him to fuck me harder. “I’m not fragile, Cole. Don’t treat me like I am,” I say against his lips, and I feel his spread into a wide smile.
“Don’t say you didn’t ask for it, Snow. But we have friends downstairs. Do you think you can be quiet?” he asks, my back arching against the mattress, chest heavily rising and falling while his body hovers over mine. His arms cage me in.
“I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” I say with a smirk, and his chest rumbles.
“We don’t have time for that tonight, but we have three months to explore whatever this can be.” He teases my pussy, his cock sliding over my clit back and forth, a soft whimper leaving my lips. “Tell me that we can do this until the the three months are up, and I’ll fuck you tonight and every night until you come.” He slides inside of me gently, and I claw at whatever part of him I can reach, gasping for air.
“I—”
“Say it, Snow, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” He trails kisses down my neck and across my chest, while remaining still inside of me.
“Are you going to make me beg?” I hiss, my fingernails leaving marks all over his bare back and chest.
“I thought about it.” His sentence is barely over before he slams into me with no warning, ripping the air out of my lungs, his hand covering my mouth to mute me. “Say it, Jenna,” he says, warning in his tone, and I nod.
“Fine.” I accept his terms for selfish reasons, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts as he pounds into me, moving his hand back to cover my mouth.
It can’t happen again, but it needs to happen now.
I’ll tell him whatever he needs to hear for him to give me what I want.
“As much as I love to hear you scream for me, now is not the place. I promise this can happen whenever and wherever you want it to, but tonight has to be quick.” His breathing is heavy as he whispers against my lips.
I nod desperately against his forehead. “Make me come, Cole.”
He lifts my legs, throwing them over his shoulders, burying himself deeper inside of me, and my entire body tenses with each thrust.
“Fuck,” I pant next to his ear, feeling the goosebumps rise against his skin beneath my hands. “I’m so close.”
He quickly pulls his cock out of me, shimmying down my body, replacing the sudden empty feeling with his tongue against my clit. I rock my pussy against his mouth.
“You’re going to come once on my tongue, and once on my cock, then we’re going to go downstairs and act as if nothing happened. Do you understand me?” He says with command as he pulls away, and I nod while the back of my head rests against the heaven like bed beneath me. “I said, do you understand me?” He sucks my clit into his mouth.
I moan out my ‘ yes’.
“ Good girl.”
He does what he promised with ease, his tongue flicking, licking and sucking until my clit pulsates. Stars float all around us as my orgasm slams into me. He rises from his knees, pressing his open palms on my inner thighs, pushing my legs wider, and slides himself back inside of me.
Pounding into me, he peppers kisses down my neck, licking and sucking my nipples, his fingers circling my sensitive clit. I’ve never had orgasms so easily until this man accidentally stumbled into my life, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to how life was before.
He pushes himself deeper right as his body quivers and collapses on top of mine, both of us breathing heavily, and I push him off me.
“That was fun,” I say, patting his now marked chest after we’ve both had a minute to catch our breath. “Let’s do it again sometime.” I hurry to the mirror, pulling my dress back up and over my chest, flattening my hair with my hands. I don’t need any obvious signs that scream, ‘ I just fucked a guy in my best friend’s spare bedroom ’.
I fix my underwear and hurry out the door, toward the dining table where the games night is about to get started.
“There you are,” Cassandra says. Her words are slurred, obviously a little tipsy, which works in my favor. Usually she’d be suspicious of my absence, but she seems clueless about my whereabouts, and my missing colleague. “Games are about to begin.”
She ushers me into the dining room where everyone else waits, and I watch as Cole descends the stairs in the corner of my eye, fixing the collar of his shirt, tugging at his sleeves.
Once everyone is seated around what feels like the largest dining table in history, Lizzie slams the pile of games down onto it. “I vote Never Have I Ever to start with,” she says, wiggling her brows across the table. A few people groan, but the rest of the table seems to agree with her. “Go big or go home, I say.”
“Is it really wise to play a game like that, surrounded by people we consider family?” Olive asks, taking the lid off the box to read the instructions.
“Yes, Lizzie, it is,” Tate says, looking deadpan at Olive. They’re not even identical, and the poor guy is still confused.
“Let’s do this shit,” Harley says, rubbing his hands together after placing four beers onto the table. Cassandra follows close behind him with a tray of six cocktails, placing them in the middle of the table, each of us girls taking a glass for ourselves.
The questions go around the room quickly, and to the surprise of absolutely no one, Cassandra finds everyone’s responses either hilarious or mortifying.
No doubt because she’s had way more to drink than she usually would.
She’s a lot lighter of a person than she used to be, no longer keeps to herself, or has a reason to be sad.
“Alright, next question,” Lizzie remarks, pulling the card off the top of the deck. “Never Have I Ever had sex in the last twenty-four hours.” She places the card back down on the table, eyes flicking around the room. Olive is the first to drink, which isn’t as surprising to me as it would’ve been a month ago. Next, Harley and Cassandra, followed closely by Bea, Laney, and Robbie not far behind. “God dammit, everyone here is getting laid.” Lizzie rolls her eyes, and Cole swigs his beer while Cassandra’s eyes pop out of her head.
“Oh, hell.” I chug mine back too, and my best friend catches on that Cole and I have just done the devil’s tango. Hopefully, the sounds we were making were drowned out by the blender she used to make our cocktails.
“Now I need to change the sheets in the spare room.” She pretends to be frustrated as she kicks me under the table, unable to hide the smirk on her face if she tried. “Which room?”
“The one with the missing condom,” Cole replies way too coolly. The room erupts with laughter at his admission, and I allow myself to enjoy the rest of the night, ignoring the way my heart pounds erratically in my chest with Cole seated directly beside me.
He fits in so easily with people I consider family, but I told myself I wasn’t allowed to think of him in that way.
At least not for the rest of the night, anyway.
That’s a future Jenna problem.
Tonight is all about learning things you should never learn about people you consider family, but apparently we’re doing it anyway.