Chapter 5
FIVE
Blair
“Well, now what?” I mutter as I survey my sparkling clean apartment.
I’ve worked all morning, trying to burn off the anxious energy inside me.
I haven’t stopped thinking about Cole and wish I’d thought to ask him if he wanted to work on the booth today.
I almost text him to ask, but I feel bad about disturbing his weekend.
He probably has a lot to do at the ranch, or maybe he’s hanging out with his friends.
“I shouldn’t bother him,” I tell myself as I stare at my phone.
I sigh. I can’t stay here all day obsessing over Cole. I need to grab groceries for the week and finish up my laundry. Deciding to start with the groceries, I grab my things and head out the door.
Wrapping my coat tighter around me, I brace myself against the sting of the freezing wind. I walk faster, hurrying the few blocks to Wolf Valley Market. A blast of warm air greets me as I cross the threshold into the store.
I grab a cart and make my way up and down the aisles, taking my time and carefully scanning the shelves. Usually, I make a lot of frozen meals, but this week, I feel like switching things up. Maybe it’s because of the holiday season, or maybe I just want to branch out and try something new.
“There you are.”
I yelp, spinning around to face Cole. “How do you walk so quietly?”
He smirks. “Military training, I guess.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you. I went by your place. Tried to text and call you. Then I came here. Figured you might be grabbing groceries.”
“Oh, sorry. My phone was in my purse. I didn’t hear it,” I apologize as I pull it out. Sure enough, I have a few texts and two missed calls from Cole.
“No worries. I’ll help you with the groceries.”
“Are you shopping?” I ask as we mosey down the aisle.
“I’ll grab a few things. Did you want to work on the booth today?”
“We can. I just need to drop the groceries off at my place first.”
“Can do.”
I hurry through the last few aisles, and we make our way to the checkout.
Cole helps me put everything on the belt, and I peek at him as we work.
He looks so handsome today. I mean, he always looks good, but with his flannel shirt peeking out from his jacket, and the way his dark jeans hug his thighs and butt…
“Blair?”
I blink, jerking my gaze away from his ass. “Hmm?”
“Want to split a candy bar?” He holds up a Snickers.
“My favorite.”
“I know,” he mumbles, tossing it on the belt with the rest of the groceries.
We silently bag up the groceries, and I make sure to keep my eyes off any part of Cole’s body.
I set the last bag in the cart and turn, grabbing my wallet.
“Seriously?” I groan when I see Cole paying for my bill.
“Some of this was mine,” he says.
I snort. “What? A candy bar and some frozen burritos? You should’ve let me pay.”
“It’s fine. Come on.”
He pushes the cart, and I follow him outside to his truck.
“Get in,” he says, passing me his truck’s keys.
I don’t bother arguing with him. I’m freezing and can’t wait to get out of the cold. Jumping into the driver’s seat, I start the truck, then climb over the center console into the passenger seat.
“Easy,” Cole says, his hands landing on my hips.
“Oh!” I gasp, losing my hold and crashing into his lap.
My head hits the window, and my legs tangle with his as I settle on his muscular thighs.
“Shit! Sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you all right?” Cole asks, gently rubbing the back of my head.
“I’m fine. I didn’t hit it that hard,” I reassure him.
He frowns, staring at me worriedly as he continues to rub my head.
My ass settles firmly in his lap as he shifts under me, and I gasp when I feel his hard cock. My body heats like a flame, even though it’s below freezing outside.
“Is it hot in here?” I choke out.
Cole groans. “Fuck, Princess. Don’t say that. I’m barely hanging on here. I can’t hold back if you start talking like that.”
“I…” I trail off, unsure what I was going to say.
My hips rock against his lap instinctively, and he growls, his head falling forward to rest on my shoulder. His grip tightens on my hips, but he doesn’t stop me. Just holds me as I rub against him.
My panties grow damp with my arousal, and my nipples pebble to hard points in my bra.
“So close,” I moan, my tone pleading.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cole chants.
“Cole… Please…” I pant.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
Then his hand slips into my yoga pants.
“Yes!” I shout when his fingers slide over my clit.
I rock harder against him, my body burning up as his other hand slips under my sweater. He yanks down the cup of my bra, plucking my nipple as his other hand plays with my clit.
I’m breathless and needy, so needy.
“That’s it, Blair. Rub that sweet ass against me while I play with this needy kitty.”
“Cole!” I choke out.
“Let me hear it, Princess. I want you to scream my name when you come all over my hand.”
The sound of his rough voice right in my ear, combined with his hands playing my body like a fiddle, sends me over the edge.
“Cole! Oh, God!” I scream.
My head falls back against his shoulder, and my vision darkens as I come.
“Good girl,” Cole whispers.
I shiver in his hold. When I blink my eyes open, I tense against him.
Oh, my god. I just came while I was sitting on Cole’s lap. In the front seat of his truck. In the middle of a parking lot.
“Shit,” I whisper.
I scramble out of Cole’s lap and dive into the passenger seat. My face has to be beet red as I grab my seatbelt and buckle up.
“Hey.” Cole hooks a finger under my chin to raise my eyes to his. “No one saw. I wouldn’t let that happen.”
I swallow and nod.
He studies me, and I know he wants to say something, but whatever he sees on my face stops him.
Without a word, he shifts into reverse and pulls out of the parking lot toward my apartment.
What the hell do I do now? I should make up an excuse and stay home this weekend until I feel like I can face him again.
Except we need to get this booth done before the Winter Festival in a few days.
Cole parks outside my apartment, and I hurry to unbuckle, attempting to bolt. I manage to get the passenger door open, but before I can make my escape, he grabs the hood of my jacket and stops me.
“None of that,” he says.
I glare at him over my shoulder, but it’s hard with him still holding onto my coat.
“Let me go!” I snap.
“No. I’m coming inside to put your groceries away. You’re going to sit your pretty ass in this truck and wait for me to get back. Then we’re going to my place to work on the booth.”
“I can’t. I have plans,” I lie.
“Lie to me again, Princess, and I’ll have you bent over my lap while I spank that ass that you just were rubbing all over my cock.”
“Cole!” I gasp.
“Now, give me your keys.”
I grumble as I drop them into his outstretched hand.
“Good girl. Close your door and sit tight.”
I slam the door closed and cross my arms over my chest as I glare at him. Cole smiles happily and hops out to grab my groceries. I watch as he disappears inside, wondering what the hell to do.
I can’t believe I just dry-humped Cole, begged him to touch me, and came all over his hand.
Good girl.
I shiver as I remember his dirty words, the way he praised me.
Would he really spank me?
I squirm in my seat, realizing that I kind of want him to.
How could I get him to do it?
I bite my lip, reaching for the door handle before I can think it through. I hop out of the truck and slam the door behind me. When I spin around, Cole is coming out of the building, shaking his head and stomping my way when he sees me out of the truck.
I put my hands on my hips, giving him a sassy look as he heads straight for me.
“What did I say, Princess?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Liar. You remember. I think you were sitting in my truck, getting hotter and wetter as you thought about me spanking you. Is that what you want, Princess? Cause you don’t have to act out to get it. All you have to do is ask.”
I lick my lips and press my thighs together.
“Get your butt back in my truck,” he orders.
I turn without a word and do as he says. Cole slams my door shut with an easy smile, and I bite back a grin as he climbs behind the wheel.
“What are we going to do with you, Princess?”
I swallow hard. “What do you want to do?”
His eyes snap to mine, and I almost come from the heat in his eyes.
He wants me.
Badly.
Maybe Larsen was right, I think as we drive toward Cole’s ranch.