Chapter 19
ROSALIE
Cole got me back to my bed, being a complete gentleman and never once trying to sneak a peek at me.
He was the same, but he was different. Sure, he had impulse issues, but I really felt like he was trying.
It was easier for me to wear another nightgown he had for me. It looked a lot like the purple one I had, only it was pink.
“I can make us pizza rolls in the microwave,” he said. “Then we can watch a movie together. If you want. Or we can do anything you want. I have cards and board games. I can get us takeout—”
“Pizza rolls are fine. Are they cheese?”
“Yes. I would never burden you with combination or pepperoni.”
I genuinely laughed at that, which made him grin.
He was so beautiful, but my god, what a nightmare his emotions were. But then again, his sweet side Ellis definitely inherited.
Well, his bad emotions were a nightmare. If he could just learn to control himself…
I watched as he quickly put pizza rolls onto a plate before popping them into the microwave.
“I, uh, got some cake,” he said, going to his bag and pulling out a plastic container with a slice of chocolate cake in it.
“I don’t eat cake,” I replied immediately.
I expected him to be crestfallen, but he nodded.
“I don’t either. Not anymore. It’s for things that bring joy. I haven’t felt that feeling in a long time.”
His words crushed my heart.
“Maybe we could have some.” I rested my hand on his arm as he went to stand.
“Yeah?” he asked, a note of hope in his voice that practically choked me.
“Yeah. It’s just cake, right?”
“Right. Chocolate. Buttercream frosting. It has a layer of ganache in it.”
I smiled at how he’d perked up.
“Dessert then. After pizza rolls.”
He smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, after pizza rolls.”
He placed the cake on the bedside table.
“What movie do you want to watch?”
“Uh, something fun and exciting.”
“How about The Phone Call? I heard that’s good.”
“Sure. I haven’t seen it. What’s it about?”
“It’s about this guy who gets a phone call from his future self. He has to complete all these tasks to save the free world.”
“Sounds OK,” I said.
He laughed. “It’ll pass the time, huh?”
“Yeah. Seems like it.”
He got up and grabbed the pizza rolls from the microwave before returning with some bottles of water and the remote. He climbed onto the bed next to me and settled in, the pizza rolls on his lap.
“Eat,” he said, turning on the TV.
I took a pizza roll and bit into it. He did the same as he cycled through his catalog. A moment later, the opening credits started, and we officially settled in.
I was certain this was the strangest kidnapping in history. As much as I knew I should hate it, I didn’t.
It was… nice.
I winced, my ankle throbbing again. The movie had ended, and we’d eaten all the pizza rolls, but a few of them hit the TV because we were frustrated and threw food at it. It was almost like old times, with the exception of me being held captive by him.
“I have something for that,” Cole said. “It’ll be better than the pills.”
He crawled off the bed and dug around in his bag for a moment before returning to me with a sugar stick in his hand.
“You want me to get high?” I frowned. “I-I don’t—”
“This is some new stuff E has been working on. It’s for pain management. He actually has a contract with an alternative pain management center here in the city, so it’s good. I promise.”
I eyed it wearily. “Cole, I-I don’t know.”
“I’ll do it with you,” he said gently. “So you’re not alone.”
I nodded. “OK.”
He settled in next to me on the bed and lit up the stick. I breathed out nervously, watching as he took a deep drag off it before handing it back to me.
“Bottoms up,” I murmured, putting it to my lips.
Cole blew out some smoke and chuckled. “Bottoms up.”
I took a deep drag, inhaling it deep into my lungs before coughing it out.
Cole laughed softly. “Take another hit. It’ll be smooth. E doesn’t fuck around with his creations. I promise you’ll just feel like you’re floating on a cloud.”
I did as he instructed, then coughed again and handed it back to him. He finished off the stick before stubbing out the remainder and lying back against the pillows.
“I feel… weird,” I murmured.
“It’s the high. See? It’s not so bad,” he said. “Relax next to me. Let’s talk.”
I settled back, my body feeling warm with a small surge of pleasure.
“Tell me about being married,” he said.
“Uh, I like it,” I said, letting out a soft breath.
“Always someone to fuck, huh?”
“Mm,” I murmured. “Yes.”
The high was really hitting me now. The pleasure. God. It felt so good.
Cole went up on his elbow and stared at me.
“Cole?” I whispered.
“Yeah?”
“I feel funny.”
“Me too.”
“A-Are you sure that was for pain?”
“Do you hurt?”
I shook my head. “No. Not anymore.”
“Then it’s working.” He groaned softly. “Fuck.”
The way he sounded sent a surge of desire straight between my legs like lightning.
I arched my back off the bed a little as another wave of pleasure rolled through me. It was like my entire body was being tickled inside. It felt really good. Relaxing. Like the beginning of an orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, Rosalie, don’t fucking do that,” Cole groaned.
“Mm, I feel good,” I whispered.
“Fuck, me too.”
I wiggled in my spot, desperate for more. My head didn’t feel like me, but I didn’t hate it. It was like a nice vacation from all my troubled thoughts.
“Tell me more about life,” Cole said, almost breathless.
“I miss you,” I blurted out. “All the time.”
“Fuck, Rosebud, I miss you too.” He leaned into me as I turned at my waist for him. He rested his forehead against mine.
I breathed out as he placed his hand on my waist.
“I miss touching you. Talking to you. Kissing you.” He ran his nose along my jaw before he got to my ear. “Fucking you.”
I shuddered against him. “You don’t fuck anyone?”
“No, baby. I mess around with Enzo and E, but we don’t fuck. We just come with each other.”
His words sent another surge through me, and I let out a soft little moan.
“Do you like the idea of that?” he continued softly.
I nodded.
“Mm, I would love to show you.” He squeezed my waist.
I breathed out, my head spinning, so much pleasure building within me. It was like being edged then pulled back.
“Tell me what you want to say,” Cole murmured, his lips brushing gently along my jaw.
“I-I’m married. My husband... My-My gu—”
“I don’t give a fuck if you’re married. In fact, it turns me on even more to know that I’m going to fuck the hell out of you when you have his last name.”
I moaned softly as he kissed my throat.
My head wasn’t right. Not at all.
His hand moved to my breast and squeezed. I moaned softly. He moved on top of me gently and pushed down my top.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “Hello, my breast friends.”
He buried his face in my chest. Kissing. Sucking. Nipping. I moaned, my fingers in his hair.
He ground his hard cock against my pussy, his lips all over me.
Then, he kissed me.
I parted my lips and let him claim what he’d worked so hard for.
It was deep and messy. Tongue against tongue. Fighting. Wanting. Needing.
“Fuck, baby, I have missed kissing you,” he rasped against my lips. “Tell me.”
“I’ve missed kissing you, too.”
He groaned and pressed his dick harder against me. I didn’t even feel anything in my ankle. I didn’t even know if I’d had a bad ankle. It was like my memory and senses were on hold, and all I could feel was pleasure building and receding.
I fumbled with his shirt, and he took it off for me. Cole had definitely been putting in time at the gym. He was ripped beneath the material he wore.
I ran my hands along his corded muscles, making him groan that sexy as hell noise for me.
He pushed his pants off, getting completely naked, before he peeled my nightgown off me.
“Oh god.” He breathed out, sitting back to look at me. “Fuck, baby. Look at how pretty you are. So fucking perfect.” His brows crinkled as he saw the tattoo on my hip. “What…?” He reached out and ran his thumb along Ani’s name.
Hurt crowded his features for a moment before he let out a noise of frustration. He dove between my legs, his tongue lashing at my clit. I cried out, twisting my fingers in his soft hair, and jutted my hips up to meet his mouth.
The pleasure built slowly until I was moaning, coming hard in his mouth.
He ate like he was starved.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he said between kisses, pressing them against my pussy. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
I reached out for him, and he kissed my lips again. I had this overwhelming feeling that this was wrong, but I couldn’t remember why.
So I stopped trying.
I just knew it felt good, and I wanted more of him.