Chapter 13
Nora
I lay there with Cole’s seed trickling down my skin, warm and wet, and despite the orgasm I’d just had, I already wanted him again. One night with Cole hadn’t gotten him out of my system. It had made the problem worse.
I looked up at him, slightly dazed, and watched as he stroked the rest of his orgasm from his length. It was so beautiful—he was beautiful—and I couldn’t help smiling as I watched him, finding it hard to believe that I’d actually taken that much girth inside me.
It dawned on me that I was no longer a virgin.
I’d lost my virginity to the man my father hated the most. In that moment, it didn’t feel like betrayal.
It felt like I’d picked exactly who I wanted and, for once, hadn’t asked anyone else what they thought about it.
I could feel guilty in the morning. Right now, I just wanted to be with Cole.
I stared at his beautiful cock and found myself licking my lips as a bead of cum oozed from the tip.
I had no idea what I was doing, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t try. I wanted to know what he tasted like, so I pushed myself onto all fours. I looked Cole in the eye and saw the curiosity there, as well as the fire that hadn’t waned.
“I want to taste you,” I said, replacing his hand with mine. I wrapped my fingers around his thick girth and started stroking his length. Cole’s jaw clenched, small groans erupting from his throat.
I lay on my stomach, face-to-face with his cock, and licked the bit of cum that had leaked from the tip. Cole muttered something indecipherable under his breath and trailed his hand along my side, grazing my breasts.
I licked my lips at the tangy, slightly salty taste, then sucked on the crown of his cock. I’d never done anything like this before, but judging by Cole’s response, he seemed to like it, so I continued. His breathing changed when I did something right, so I paid attention and kept going.
As I sucked him off, I could feel his cum sliding down my legs, and somehow that made me even more eager to please him.
“What aren’t you good at?” he said, sucking in a breath as he slipped his fingers through my hair.
I didn’t respond. I was enjoying having him in my mouth too much. I decided to take him deeper and felt the pressure at the back of my throat. My eyes suddenly watered, the urge to gag becoming harder to control.
Cole grunted, and just as his length slid to the back of my throat, I pulled off, coughing.
He held my face and kissed my lips savagely, making me moan. I clutched him, deepening the kiss while my body became aroused all over again. I slid up onto my knees and braced my hands against Cole’s chest.
He lowered himself onto the bed, one hand on my hip, the other stroking his cock, which rested right below me.
We kissed, and then I felt the tip of his erection graze my flesh. I moaned, sucking on his tongue and lips while my stomach stirred with anticipation.
I stiffened just a little when Cole pressed his length against my entrance. He broke the kiss, staring deep into my eyes, our breaths mingling.
When he slowly entered me, my lips parted, brushing against his. Steadily, I sank onto him, my eyes rolling back as a small tremor passed through me.
“Oh yes,” he said, brushing the hair from my face and kissing my mouth while he slowly stroked upward into me.
His warm body, the pleasure moving through me, and the scent of sex surrounding us made it hard to think about anything except what he was doing to me.
I eased up, throwing my head back as I reveled in the pleasure. Cole covered my breasts with both hands, molding them gently while I gasped and moaned.
I started to roll my hips, awkward at first, then a little more certain when the change in angle made me gasp.
He felt bigger in this position, and I had to figure out the rhythm as I went.
The slight discomfort I’d felt earlier was gone.
Every shift felt better, and I found the rhythm by following what felt good.
Cole had his hands all over me, caressing every inch of my body while his length massaged my walls.
I screamed when he pinched my nipples, causing my walls to clench around him.
And that was all it took, a trigger that sent pleasure ripping through every inch of my body.
I screamed Cole’s name as my stomach tightened and sweet pressure started to build in my core.
My breath hitched when Cole’s length jolted inside me and warmth flooded me. My lips fell open as I locked eyes with him, heard his grunts, and felt his warm seed spilling inside me.
My body continued to jolt, my core clenching and unclenching around him until my pulse started to slow.
Cole pulled me against him, kissing me softly on the lips while his length slid from inside me.
I moaned as I rolled onto the bed beside him, completely spent.
So that was it. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and instead of feeling different in some dramatic, life-altering way, I mostly felt ridiculously pleased with myself. I’d wanted Cole. I’d chosen Cole. And I couldn’t have been more thrilled.
* * *
The following morning, my eyes fluttered open to Cole pulling on his pants. I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself upright, wincing when I felt a slight soreness between my legs. I was sore enough to remember exactly what we’d done, which didn’t stop me from wanting a repeat.
Cole turned to me, looking beautiful with his bare chest and slightly messy hair. He smiled as he adjusted his pants, drawing my attention to his groin and reminding me of all the things he’d done to me last night. My body immediately grew hot.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Leaving?”
“Breakfast,” he said, pulling on his shirt. “You kept me up half the night.”
I clutched the sheets to my chest. “You weren’t complaining.”
He smiled. “I’ll be back.”
He left, and when I heard the soft click of the door downstairs, I plopped back onto the bed and sighed, smiling to myself because a week ago I never would have imagined any of this happening. Now it had.
I reached for my phone to check the time, my brows shooting up when I saw five missed calls. Three from Don and two from my parents. The rest of my life clearly hadn’t taken the morning off.
“Shit,” I muttered, swinging my feet out of bed and reaching for my robe nearby.
I dialed Mom’s number, thinking she was the better person to call.
“Hello.”
“Cole Sullivan of all people, Nora.”
My heart stopped for a good second as my mother’s words came at me. My breath hitched, my mouth drying up as my brain raced.
“What?” I said. “Good morning to you too.”
“Do you really think we wouldn’t find out? Your father is livid. He’s demanding that you get back here right now!”
“Mom…”
“Don’t ‘Mom’ me. You knew who he was when you hired him. Out of all the people you could have hired to work on that broken-down inn, you chose the man who’s the least capable of the job. An enemy!”
Relief hit so hard my shoulders went loose when I realized she meant the contractor job, not the naked man who’d been in my bed. Huge, humiliating relief. The actual argument waiting for me wasn’t much better.
I swallowed. “How—how did you find out?”
She scoffed. “If you must know, your father has eyes and ears everywhere.”
“That’s creepy, Mom.”
“He’s worried about you.”
“He’s spying on me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I just want the inn fixed. It’s not that deep. I hired a contractor. I didn’t declare war.”
“How could you go behind your father’s back like this? The man almost ruined our lives, for Christ’s sake!” she exclaimed.
The old story came back with all the weight it had carried for years, even after everything Cole had told me. I rubbed the nape of my neck and paced the floor. “He was the only available contractor. I had no choice. And I wasn’t calling Dad to ask permission.”
“You never used to be this difficult.”
“I never used to tell you no.”
“Of course you had a choice. You just decided to act on this rebellious phase you’ve got going on lately.”
I sighed. “He’s already started the work, and he’s doing a damn good job.”
“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you’re throwing your life away for this unrealistic dream of yours, and I certainly can’t believe you’re partnering with enemy number one on this.”
I sighed in frustration. “He warned Dad the beam was damaged and got overridden. That’s not the same as cutting corners.”
“And that’s what he told you?”
“There’s more to it than what Dad told me.”
“Your father already answered you.”
“He gave me his answer.”
There was a short silence before she said, “Are you even hearing yourself, Nora?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and rubbed my forehead.
“I’m trying to figure out what actually happened.”
“Cole Sullivan almost cost a man his life just because he wanted to cut corners and pocket more money. If your father hadn’t acted as quickly as he did, it would have been his face in the morning paper being blamed for negligence.
His reputation would have been ruined. So don’t be an ungrateful brat by refusing to see what’s right in front of your face. ”
Silence filled the other end of the line. I checked the phone and realized she’d hung up.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I turned to look at the unmade bed and realized what I’d done. I’d done more than work with the enemy. I’d slept with him.