Chapter 36 Eve
THIRTY-SIX
EVE
After everyone finally goes to bed on Christmas Eve, I sneak upstairs to the guest room Cole’s staying in. This year he’s spending the night, along with our puppy in his crate downstairs. I text him to open his door and moments later he peers through the crack.
We both glance down the hall to my parents’ room. The light’s off. Dad was snoring when I tiptoed past.
He draws me inside and shuts the door.
“What’s up?” he whispers.
“I can’t sleep without you anymore.”
He tugs me against him, burying his nose in my hair. “Me either.”
“I’ll get up early before everyone. They won’t know.”
He pulls back to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I was sitting up here thinking about coming out to you.”
Husky laughter bubbles out of me. I lean into his palm.
“Why are we like this?”
“Because being in love makes us act weird.”
“I love being in weird with you.”
His mouth quirks. “Back at you, sweetheart.”
I hold up his present. It’s better to give him this now since it’s too big of a gift to pass off as his friend. I made him a different gift to open with my family tomorrow to match the hockey-themed scarf I knit him last year.
“Open your present,” I whisper.
“I thought you were my present,” he replies in an amused tone, leading me to the bed.
“I’m the gift that keeps on giving…you head.”
He snorts. “Nice.”
We settle on the bed facing each other. I hand it over, teeth raking my lip. He works his thumb beneath the wrapping to tear it, eyes flicking to me.
“Is it…an engraved whistle, or a World’s Best Coach mug?”
“Nope, but that does give me an idea to have a custom Coach Bossy mug made for you.”
“What about a nice big ribbon to tie you up with?”
“Just open it,” I say in exasperation.
He’s been complaining that his laptop from college is on its last leg. It always freezes when he tries to watch the livestream of a game. I’m proud I’ve made enough through my sales to buy him a new one. His eyes widen when he reveals it, then he releases a warm hum.
“Evie. This is amazing. Thank you.”
“You like it?”
He clasps my nape to pull me in for a kiss. “Of course. I like everything you give me.”
“But for real. It’s not too much, is it? You’re always annoyed with yours.”
He stops me from twisting my fingers. “No. I love it. I needed this and I really appreciate you for getting me a new one.”
“I’m glad. I also made you something to open tomorrow, but this is special. It felt too big to give you in front of everyone else when they’re all getting handmade presents.”
It would be nice not having to hide our real presents like this.
Impulse slams into me. I want to face Dad. I’m so tired of modifying how I act to hide that I’m in love with Cole.
Tomorrow. We need to tell him.
“I also have something for you. I left it at home to give you when it’s just us.”
I bite my lip around a smirk. “Is it something to tie me up with?”
His smoky chuckle makes me shiver. Once he moves the laptop out of the way, he’s on me with a heart-stopping kiss that touches my soul.
I deepen it first, pressing against him. We tug at our clothes until we’re down to skin against skin. He flips me, pulling my ass against him and reaching around to slip his fingers between my legs. I muffle a soft noise in the pillows, moving against his touch.
He nuzzles into my throat. “Can you be quiet?”
My nod is tinged with desperation, heat spilling through me already. He lifts my leg and I reach to line him up.
We both shudder as he sinks into me. I arch at the full feeling of his cock stretching my pussy.
The only sounds are our hazy sighs and muted noises of pleasure as he rocks into me slowly so the bed doesn’t creak. My toes curl as he kisses my throat, fingers dragging up my thigh to stroke my clit.
“Cole,” I breathe.
“Just feel, baby.” His lips brush my shoulder. “Feel us.”
He pets my throbbing clit and curls the arm beneath me to hold me tighter against his firm chest. I feel his heartbeat syncing to mine as we move together, not rushing to finish this. The sensations of our connection are incredible.
A cry sticks in my throat. He hushes me, spreading his fingers to tease where our bodies are joined. My pussy clamps. He buries a pleased rumble against my flushed skin and finds my clit again, fingers slick with my wetness.
I tremble with pleasure as it crests within me. His steady thrusts light me up, hitting exactly where I need him to while he strokes my clit.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let go for me.”
His encouragement washes over me, tipping me over the edge into ecstasy. I writhe with the rippling waves of my orgasm.
“That’s my good girl,” he rasps against my ear. “Does that feel nice when I make you come?”
I nod, rolling my lips between my teeth to stop a moan from escaping. His thrusts grow sharper, then he stills, cock pulsing with his release.
When he recovers, he lays random kisses on any inch of skin within reach, murmuring praise that melts my insides into a puddle.
We stay like that for as long as possible, tangled together.
When he shifts to get up, I cling to him. He brushes hair from my face and kisses my forehead.
“Let me take care of my girl.”
He doesn’t let me lift a finger after he sneaks to the bathroom and returns to clean me up. I expect him to slip beneath the sheets. Instead, he lies between my legs, lapping at my sensitive pussy.
I gasp, thighs clamping around his head. “What are you doing?”
He taps my leg to make me let up. When I relax, he continues working me with his mouth until my back arches.
“Taking care of you,” he mutters against my clit.
I shiver, giving myself over to him. He’s not satisfied until I’ve come two more times on his tongue. I’m mush when he finally climbs back in bed with me. He drags my hips back to nestle against his.
My world aligns whenever I’m wrapped in his arms like this.
“Evie?” Cole murmurs when I’ve almost drifted off.
“Yes?”
He holds me tighter, kissing my shoulder. “Don’t go giving my heart away to anyone else, got it? It’s only yours.”
I hum sleepily. “Never. Love you.”