Chapter 7 #2
Cole grins as he closes my door and jogs around to his side. We drive to the market and rush inside, making a beeline for the holiday section. Cole pushes the cart, and I grab a few things for the booth before looking at him.
“What do you want?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Whatever you think will look best. You’ve seen my place. How would you decorate it?”
“The living room?” I ask, scanning the aisle.
“No, the whole place.”
I get excited as I look at everything, but I don’t want him to spend a fortune, so I only select a few pieces.
“Go crazy, Princess. We both know you want to.”
“It will be so expensive.”
He snorts. “I can afford it. Come on. Let’s do this right.”
I bite my lip, then grin. “Okay, you asked for it.”
I turn and grab stuff, tossing it into the cart. We move faster when the PA system announces the store is closing.
“We need a tree, too,” Cole says as he adds items to the cart.
“A fake one or real?”
“Real. Go pick one out.”
Jogging outside, I scan the few remaining trees. I grab the tag from the best one and run back inside.
“And this,” Cole says, passing the attendant the tag.
He pays, and we return to the truck to load everything up.
“We should spend Christmas together,” Cole says as we pull out of the parking lot.
My eyes widen. “What?”
“Yeah. What do you say?”
I open my mouth, unsure how to reply. If he’s making these kinds of plans with me, it must mean he’s serious about me, about us.
“Okay.”
Cole beams at me like I just made his whole year. “Good.”
We drive to his ranch and haul everything inside. Cole carries the tree in, and we set it in the stand.
“Looks great in here already,” I say as I smile at the tree.
“Do you want to work on the booth decorations first or the house?”
“House.”
We get to work, spending the next two hours stringing lights on the tree, hanging ornaments and garland, and placing decorations on the end table and the fireplace mantel.
By the time we’re done, I’m getting tired.
“I can string the lights,” Cole says, nodding to the arbor for the booth.
“Thanks.”
“I have to run out and put the animals in for the night. Do you want to help me?”
“Uh…”
“It will be fun. Come on.”
He takes my hand, and we bundle up before we head out the back door toward the barn. I keep a watchful eye on the horses as we get closer. They must be used to this routine because as soon as they see him coming, they neigh and trot toward the barn.
“They know they’re getting fed.” Cole laughs as we step inside the barn.
The horses are already filing into their stalls, and I stand behind the gate as Cole slips inside to close the stall doors and fill buckets with water and food.
“How can I help?” I ask.
He passes me the oat scoop and nods toward the food bowls. “They each get three scoops.”
“Got it.”
I fill the food bowls while Cole carries the water buckets to the stalls, working in perfect sync. Once the chores are done, Cole secures the barn for the night.
We walk back to the house hand in hand, and Cole opens the door and ushers me in ahead of him.
“I guess I should be getting home,” I say, turning to face him.
Cole steps closer. “Go out with me again.”
“When?”
“Whenever you want. Tomorrow night. Every night.”
“Cole…”
I know then that he’s serious about me. He wants me. I want him, too, and I’m so tired of holding back. I want to trust him. I want to take the leap with Cole.
So I do.
I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Cole catches me easily, and our lips crash together. I moan as the hard planes of his body mold to mine. His cock hardens against my stomach, and my core becomes molten.
“Bedroom,” I gasp against his lips.
He growls and picks me up, carrying me toward the stairs. I kiss him as he carries me, grinding against him, and he curses as we bang off the wall and stumble into his bedroom.
I tug at his shirt, my desire to get him naked, to be with him, outweighing my self-consciousness.
Should I tell him I’m a virgin? Will he care?
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt out as he pulls his shirt off.
He freezes, his shirt stuck around his head.
“What?” His shirt muffles his question.
“Sex,” I whisper.
He pulls his shirt all the way off and lets it drop to the floor at his feet. “Me neither.”
“What if we’re not good at it?”
Cole smirks. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll make this good for you.”
I believe him. “I want it to be good for you, too.”
“This is already the best day of my life, Princess. You’ve made it good. You’ve done your part; now let me do mine.”
He reaches for me, and I melt against him, my hands cautiously exploring his bare chest. He groans as I stroke his skin, making me braver, bolder. My touch becomes firmer as I run my fingers down his chest to his jeans.
“Can I?” I ask softly.
He nods, swallowing hard. “You can do anything you want. Anything, Princess.”
Fumbling with the button on his jeans, I finally get it open and tug down the zipper. I bite my lip as his jeans open, revealing the bulge in his boxers to my greedy gaze.
Cole grunts. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now. Like a kid on Christmas morning.”
“It kind of feels like that,” I admit, pushing his jeans down his legs. His cock presses against the front of his boxers, straining the material. I swallow hard.
“Your turn,” he mutters, reaching for my dress and pulling it over my head. My face heats with a blush as I stand before him in my heels, bra, and panties.
“So hot,” Cole whispers reverently.
The way he’s staring at me… It’s like he loves me. Worships me.
I take a deep breath and reach behind me, unhooking my bra and letting the straps slide down my arms. Cole watches eagerly, his eyes locked on me, and I smile softly as my bra drops between us.
“Fuck me,” he hisses.
I grin. “Okay.”
“Goddamn, Blair. You have no idea what you do to me,” he groans.
“I’m getting the picture,” I murmur, nodding at his dick.
“All of it,” he orders, his eyes on my panties. “Leave the heels on, though.”
I hurry to do as he says, peeling off my panties.
“Need you,” Cole groans when he sees they’re soaked.
He backs me up until I hit the bed, and we both tumble onto the mattress. I wonder if I’m drenching his boxers as he settles between my thighs and rocks against me.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re already soaking my cock and I’m not even inside you yet.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Need to get you ready for me.”
“I am!” I gasp.
“Fine. I need to taste you before I pop that cherry.”
“Oh, God.”
He gives me a devilish smirk before kissing his way down my body. I suck in a sharp breath and arch into his touch as he cups my breasts. He licks and sucks my nipples until they’re red and swollen and wet from his mouth. He doesn’t stop until I’m writhing under him.
“So responsive,” he murmurs as he pinches my sensitive nipples.
“So horny,” I correct, growing impatient.
Cole gets the memo and kisses further down my body, shouldering my legs apart. I spread them wide, offering myself to him. He lies at the edge of the bed, his eyes level with my core. My juices slide between my ass cheeks and pool on the bed beneath me.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Cole moans, leaning in to bury his face in my core.
He licks up my slit, his tongue finding my clit and rolling over my little pearl.
“Oh, God!” My thighs snap shut around his head as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
His hands pry my legs open and pin them against the mattress. I fist the blanket, trying to ground myself as his tongue licks my pussy. Something is building inside me, and I’m powerless to fight it.
I rock my hips against his face and moan as the pressure grows inside me until I can’t take it anymore.
“Cole, Cole, Cole,” I chant, sucking in a sharp breath as I combust.
I come.
Hard.
My orgasm seems to go on and on, and when I finally come back down, Cole is busy licking up my juices.
I shiver, and he looks up at me, his blue eyes dark and heated.
“Did you get enough?” I ask breathlessly.
He shakes his head. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
He gives my pussy one last kiss before prowling up my body. I watch as he kneels, strips off his boxers, and throws them off the bed. My eyes lock onto his cock, and my mouth drops open when I see the size of him.
“Holy sh—”
Cole grits his teeth as he fists his dick. “Ready?”
I stare at him. “No? I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
“It will.”
My body is so ready for him. I’m achy and needy, and I trust him. I nod, spreading my thighs wider in invitation.
Cole swallows hard as he looms over me. His length rubs against me, and I moan, my hips jerking against his.
He inhales a shaky breath, looking almost vulnerable as he stares down at where we’re connected.
“Cole,” I whisper.
“Need to make this good for you,” he grits out.
“You will.”
My legs hook around his, and he pushes into me slightly, testing. I rock against him, loving the sensation of him slowly filling me.
Cole sinks a few inches inside me before bumping up against my virginity. His eyes lock with mine.
I cup his cheek. “I trust you.”
Then he’s kissing me, his hips rocking gently as he pushes into me, popping my cherry and claiming me as his.
He continues to kiss me as he sinks fully inside my snug channel. I moan against his lips as I cling to him, moving with him. I feel so full, so completely stuffed. His fingers tangle in my hair as he moves inside me.
I hook my legs around his waist, changing the angle, forcing him deeper.
“Oh!” I gasp.
Cole growls as he kisses my neck. I push on his shoulders, and he braces his weight on his palms, his cock brushing against my clit with each stroke. My pussy tightens around his length as the pressure builds inside me again.
“I’m so close,” I moan.
“Come for me,” Cole demands, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and I cling to him as my orgasm washes over me.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cole shouts, grinding against me as his climax hits.
“Cole!” I scream, stars dancing behind my eyes.
“So damn perfect,” Cole whispers in my ear.
I shiver, blinking my eyes open.
Cole smiles down at me, brushing my hair away from my face. I wince as he pulls out of me, collapsing on the bed and tugging me against him.
“Are you okay? Need anything?”
I shake my head. “I’m good. Great,” I correct.
He kisses my forehead. “Me too,” he whispers.
Cole is so firm and solid against me, and I relax in his embrace. My body is sore, well-loved, and still on edge.
“What do you need?” he asks as if he can sense what I’m thinking.
“You. Just you,” I say, realizing it’s the truth.
I don’t need my parents or my siblings in my life, but if Cole were to disappear? Well, I don’t think that I could survive that.