Epilogue Jesse
Two Months Later: Myrtle Beach, SC
“I don’t know about you, but I could probably live here for the rest of my life,” I said as we stepped off the elevator on the top floor of our hotel. “This place is incredible. White beaches, sunny days, hot guys… what more could you possibly ask for?”
Cole grumbled at the mention of hot guys, but he nodded along anyway. “It’s pretty nice,” he replied. “But it ain’t home.”
“That’s the point,” I chuckled, taking his hand even though there were other hotel guests walking through the halls.
Cole faltered for only a moment before lacing his fingers through mine.
He’d come a long way. “We wanted a vacation away from the ranch for a little bit. A chance to relax and enjoy something new. It’s supposed to be different. ”
Cole’s hand was warm in mine as we reached our room at the end of the hallway.
His callused fingers told the story of our life back at the ranch.
I could feel all the fences he’d fixed, horses he’d ridden, and work he’d done with those hands.
But there was tenderness in them too, especially when they touched me.
“You just miss your cows,” I teased as I swiped the key card. “Admit it.”
“Maybe a little,” he conceded with that half-smile that still made my heart skip. “But I’m enjoying the view here too.”
The way his eyes lingered on me made it clear he wasn’t talking about the ocean. I felt heat rise to my cheeks despite myself. Even after all these months together, Cole still had that effect on me.
Our suite was ridiculously extravagant—a gift to ourselves that neither of us had regretted.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the Atlantic, catching the late afternoon sun as it painted the water gold.
The king-sized bed was still rumpled from this morning’s activities, and the balcony doors stood ajar, letting in the salt breeze as the sky grew golden in the late afternoon.
“God, I’m exhausted,” I said, kicking off my sandals and collapsing onto the bed. Sand clung to my legs and probably half my body, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. “Who knew doing nothing all day could be so tiring?”
Cole snorted, removing his hat and placing it carefully on the dresser. It was the only part of his cowboy ensemble he’d brought to the beach. “Doing nothing? You dragged me up and down that shoreline for miles.”
“Beachcombing is serious business,” I protested, watching as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His tattooed torso was tanner now after our days in the sun, the ink standing out stark against his bronzed skin. “Besides, you’re the one who insisted on swimming out to that sandbar.”
“Worth it,” he said, unbuttoning his shorts. “The look on your face when that wave hit you was priceless.”
I threw a pillow at him, which he caught easily. “You’re such an ass.”
“An ass you’re dating by choice,” he reminded me, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Don’t remind me,” I groaned, but I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. “But you could help me into the shower with you. That would be fine.”
Cole raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk that sent heat pooling low in my belly. “Shower, huh? That’s what you want?”
“Among other things,” I replied, watching as he stepped out of his shorts, leaving him in nothing but a pair of navy blue boxer briefs that clung to his thick thighs. The outline of his cock was already visible through the thin fabric.
“I think that can be arranged,” he said, crossing to the bed and extending his hand to me. “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I let him pull me to my feet, my body immediately pressing against his. His skin was warm from the sun, smelling of salt and that uniquely Cole scent that always made my head swim. I tilted my face up for a kiss, which he eagerly gave, his lips soft but insistent against mine.
“You taste like the ocean,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good,” he decided, deepening the kiss as his hands slipped under my t-shirt. “Everything about you is good.”
His calloused fingertips traced up my sides, raising goosebumps despite the warmth of the room. I lifted my arms, letting him pull the shirt over my head. His eyes darkened as they roamed over my chest, taking in the tribal tattoos that had fascinated him from the beginning.
“You’re still staring,” I teased, even as my breath quickened under his gaze.
“Can’t help it,” he admitted, his voice dropping to that deep register that never failed to make me shiver. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Jesse.”
Before I could respond, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my swim trunks and pulled them down in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free, already half-hard from his attention. Cole’s eyes lit up with appreciation.
“Shower,” he reminded me, stepping back and gesturing toward the bathroom. “Before we get too distracted.”
I laughed, stepping out of the trunks pooled at my feet. “You started it.”
“And I intend to finish it,” he promised, following me into the luxurious bathroom.
The shower was massive, with multiple shower heads and a bench built into the marble wall.
I turned the water on, adjusting it to the perfect temperature as Cole stripped off his boxer briefs behind me.
When I turned back, he stood gloriously naked, his thick cock already jutting proudly from the dark nest of hair between his legs.
The slight upward curve of it made my mouth water with anticipation.
“After you,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
I stepped under the warm spray, sighing as it washed away the sand and salt from our day at the beach.
Cole followed, closing the glass door behind him.
His hands were on me immediately, sliding over my wet skin as he pressed himself against my back.
I could feel his erection against my ass, hard and insistent.
“God, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against my neck, his lips hot on my skin. “Watching you in those tight little swim trunks, bending over to pick up shells...”
I groaned as his hands slid lower, one wrapping around my cock while the other cupped my ass. “That was for your benefit,” I admitted, my voice breathy as he stroked me slowly.
“I know,” he chuckled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “You’re not subtle.”
Water cascaded over us both as Cole spun me around to face him, capturing my mouth in a kiss that stole my breath.
His tongue slipped past my lips, exploring my mouth with familiar hunger.
I moaned into the kiss, pressing our bodies together, our cocks sliding against each other in a delicious friction that made my knees weak.
“Let me wash you,” he said, pulling back just enough to grab the fancy hotel soap.
He worked up a lather between his hands before running them across my chest, my shoulders, down my arms. There was something intensely intimate about being washed by him, more intimate somehow than the countless times we’d fucked.
This was care. This was tenderness. This was Cole Nelson showing me in every way that I was precious to him.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to his touch as his soapy hands moved lower, cleaning away the day’s grime with reverent attention. When his fingers slipped between my cheeks, I couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Turn around,” he instructed, his voice gruff with desire.
I obeyed, placing my hands against the cool tile wall. The contrast of the cold stone against my palms and Cole’s hot hands on my ass made me shiver. His fingers returned to that sensitive spot, circling my entrance with teasing pressure.
“Cole,” I breathed, pushing back against his hand.
“Patience,” he murmured, but I could hear the strain in his voice. He wanted this as badly as I did.
Soap was rinsed away, but his finger still circled my sensitive hole. When he pulled his hands away at last, I felt disappointment well up. But before it could take root, his hands spread my cheeks wide, and his hot tongue was pressing against my entrance.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “Fuck yes, Cole…”
His tongue was relentless, circling my tight hole before pushing inside, making my legs tremble. I braced myself against the tile, water streaming down my back as Cole ate me out with the same dedicated focus he brought to everything he cared about.
“Jesus, Cole,” I moaned, reaching down to stroke myself as his tongue worked magic. “That feels fucking incredible.”
He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. His strong hands kept me spread open, thumbs digging into the muscle of my ass as he devoured me. I couldn’t help rocking back against his face, silently begging for more.
When he finally pulled away, I was panting, my cock achingly hard. Cole stood, pressing his chest against my back, his own erection nestled between my cheeks.
“Fuck I want you so bad,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Can I have you, Jesse?”
“God, yes,” I breathed, turning my head for a kiss. “Please.”
He reached past me for the lube we’d stashed in the shower caddy our first day here. The snap of the cap opening sent a thrill of anticipation through me. A moment later, his slick finger pressed inside me, quickly followed by a second.
“So ready for me already,” he groaned, working me open with practiced ease. He knew exactly how to touch me now, how to find that spot that made me see stars. When his fingers brushed against my prostate, I cried out, my cock jerking against my stomach.
“I’m always ready for you,” I insisted, pushing back against his hand. “Please, Cole. Please fuck me.”
He didn’t make me wait. His fingers withdrew and were replaced by the blunt head of his cock, pressing insistently against my entrance. I relaxed into it, welcoming the familiar stretch as he pushed inside with agonizing slowness.
“Fuck,” Cole hissed as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass. “I’m never gonna get tired of how fucking good you feel.”