73. Chapter Seventy-Three
We’re barely through the door before we’re tearing each other’s clothes off. I blindly kick it shut, hoping no one decides to come in because I’m not stopping Cole from kissing me to lock it. If they want to come in and get a free show, be my guest.
Our clothes end up in a trail from the door to my bed, where we fall to it. Me on my back, Cole on top of me, thrusting his erection against mine.
God, how I’ve missed him—missed this. Everything about it. The way he feels against me. The way I feel when I’m with him. He’s like the missing piece. The last thing I need to feel whole.
His mouth moves to my neck, where he sucks and nips at my skin. I drag my fingers down his back, settling on his ass and pulling him into me.
“More,” I breathe out. “I need more.”
He drags his tongue down my chest and sucks on my nipple. I whimper, arching into him.
“You want me to fuck your pretty little ass, Bryson?”
“Fuck yes,” I hiss.
“Show you how much I missed you?”
“Please!”
He pushes up on his hands, reaching between us and grasping our dicks in one hand. He thrusts against me, the velvet hardness of his cock making me crazy.
“Tell me you missed me,” he whispers.
“I missed you so much. Please fuck me.”
He thrusts again, letting out a low groan before getting to his feet.
“Turn over,” he says.
I do, my heart pounding. He opens the drawer in my nightstand and digs around.
“I’ll take this unopened box of condoms as a good thing,” he comments.
I bite my lip as I smile.
The rip of the box has goosebumps covering my skin. Then there’s the rip of a foil. The lube being flipped open. His finger pressing into my ass, his other firmly on my lower back to hold me in place. I groan, grinding against his hand, needing more. Cole adds a second finger.
“Let me in, baby. I missed this ass so much.” His free hand goes to my ass and he squeezes. I clench around his fingers, wanting more than just them.
“Just fuck me,” I beg.
“So eager.”
“For you? Always.”
He fucks with his fingers for another few seconds before adding more lube. When his cock is pressing against my hole, I smile and arch my back more. He slides in slowly and steadily. The relief of feeling him inside me is blinding. I bury my face in the bed and breathe as I allow myself to revel in the way Cole’s cock fills me up perfectly.
He pulls out and slides back in, his dick so hard and thick.
“Fuck, baby…” Cole groans, wrapping a hand around my waist and tugging my back to his front. He wraps his hand around my cock and strokes me in time with his teasing thrusts.
“Faster,” I beg.
“No way, baby. I’m going to savor this.”
I grip onto his forearm that’s holding me to him. “Savor it next time. Fuck me now.”
He chuckles but doesn’t move faster. He’s hitting my prostate with each slow thrust and it’s fucking torture.
I rock into him. “Fuck me,” I growl.
Cole kisses my shoulder, then my neck. “So fucking needy,” he says through gritted teeth.
But he finally gives in, shoving me forward and pounding into me. It’s painful at first, but it’s the good type of pain. The kind that lets you know you’re alive. That you’re being fucked by the love of your life, and that makes it feel so fucking good. Words can hardly describe it.
Cole pulls out of me, and I whimper. But he’s turning me over so I’m on my back and sliding into me again so I don’t complain.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Bryson,” Cole says, running his hands down my chest and stomach. He grips my thighs and says, “Fuck your fist.”
I grab my dick and do as he says, holding his bright blue gaze. Fuck, I missed those eyes. Missed the way he looked at me. Fucked me. Kissed me. Touched me. I missed everything about this man.
His breathing grows heavier, and he fucks me harder, hitting the perfect spot.
“Cole, I—”
“Come for me, baby. Do it.”
The orgasm hits me like a fucking train. Cole watches my dick with heated eyes, staring down at the mess I make on my stomach.
“You know what to do,” he says. “Clean up that mess while I come in this ass.”
I drag my hand along my stomach, gathering my cum and sucking my fingers clean. It’s so dirty and so fucking sexy.
He growls, the muscles in his body straining as he pounds into me even harder. Sweat beads on his forehead, teeth sunk into his bottom lip. When he comes, the look on his face is fucking beautiful. Blissed out with a bit of pain. His lips part, nostrils flaring. Fuck, this man is gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.
He leans down, taking my mouth and kissing me passionately, still grinding into me which has me whimpering.
“The first time I told you I loved you wasn’t good enough. So forget about it.” I open my mouth to speak, but he kisses me again. “Forget about it,” he says again. “Is it forgotten?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He lifts up a little, putting his weight on one forearm while brushing his thumb along my chin, then cupping my cheek. He searches my eyes, and I see nothing but pure adoration on his face. My heart swells so big. I know what he’s about to say, and my stomach fills with a swarm of butterflies.
“I love you, Bryson Montgomery. So fucking much it’s unreal.”
I bite my lip, smiling up at him like a love-sick fool. He leans down to kiss me again, and fuck, this is what dreams are made of.
“I love you too, Cole Harper. So much that it’s pathetic.”
He grins, brushing his nose along mine. “Nothing about us is pathetic.”
I run my hands up his sides. “And this is all very real,” I add, though it’s still hard to believe.
Cole kisses me again, soft and slow. Loving. We just lie here, kissing each other like teenagers. Like lovers. Like we’re allowed to, without a care in the world.
When we finally pull apart, we make our way to the shower, which isn’t easy since my shower is small, but we manage. He washes me like he always does when we shower together, and this time I don’t fight him. I allow myself to enjoy it. We get out, get into pajama pants, and lie in bed. In my bed. The one I have here in Boston, in my apartment.
Cole is here.
“We have a lot to talk about,” I say.
“We do,” Cole agrees in a sleepy voice. He tugs me closer to him. “In the morning.”
I cuddle against Cole. We fall asleep tangled with one another, and we wake up the same way. Except in the light of day, reality crashes into me, and I realize that everything we have to talk about might not be good.