26. Cole
COLE
I remove her panties, roll on a condom, and slide into her, filling my woman.
Mine.
She is mine.
I don’t care if she’s had her lips around his dick.
Don’t care if she kisses him either. Don’t care who makes her come. I just want her to be coming over and over and over again.
She belongs to me. He can fuck her, he can kiss her, but at the end of the day, at the end of the night, he’ll only do those things with me in the room. I tell her as much as I thrust into her. “You’re going to fuck him too,” I growl in her ear. “You know that, right?”
“I do.”
“But only with me there. You know that too. Say you know it, Sage.”
She pants, pushing back onto my cock, murmuring, “I know it.”
I cover her body, rasping in her ear as I fill her.
“You can do whatever you want with him. Whatever you want as long as I’m there,” I say on a thrust, going deep as my fingers glide across her clit, faster and faster, taking her there.
Taking her to where she’s shattering, shaking beneath me, crying out as she comes loud and hard.
Her first orgasm.
As she shatters, pleasure runs roughshod over me, barrels through my veins. And I intend to fuck her to another climax. “I want you to fuck him next. The second I’m done, I want you to fuck him in front of me. I want to watch,” I rasp out as I find a pace, moving faster.
“You like to watch,” she whispers.
“I like to watch you feel good,” I correct, and I go deeper in her, hitting that spot inside that drives her wild, and keeping my fingers on her clit the whole time.
Her breathing quickens.
Her murmurs intensify.
Her body quakes.
Within a minute, she cries out while I pump into her. I kiss her neck, her shoulders, her cheek as she rocks against me, her body reaching for another release.
She moans.
She begs.
She pleads.
“I want to come in front of the whole city,” she says, raising her face, staring through the slats of the balcony railing at all of Vegas in front of us. This town is ours. Daniel leans against the railing, watching us.
Her eyes lock on his hand stroking his erection.
“You want all of Vegas to know how you like to be fucked, don’t you?” I ask as I push as deep into her as I possibly can, as I bury my cock so far into her that pleasure radiates through my bones.
“I do, I do,” she gasps.
“You want everyone to know that the most powerful woman in this town is at the mercy of the two most powerful men. That this gorgeous beauty, this brilliant woman, likes it when two men take her to the edge of pleasure?”
“Yes,” she calls out, crying out in pleasure, as Daniel stares heatedly at her body, as she’s ravaged by blissful agony.
I slam my eyes closed, coming hard inside my woman. My vision blurs, and ecstasy takes over my entire being. I pant, moan, kiss her cheek, then, as I gently pull out of her, whisper, “Are you ready for him? Can you handle it again? Can you come again, sweetheart?”
She looks up at Daniel. Back at me. She’s intoxicated. Drunk on bliss. All she does is nod. And I kiss her cheek, sliding my lips to her mouth, kissing her soft and gentle. “You’ve never been sexier.”
I offer her a hand, help her rise, and steady her as she moves to the railing and lifts her ass for my friend.
He covers himself, moves behind her, and slides into her.
I dispose of the condom, zip my pants, and reach for my scotch.
And as I finish my drink, he fucks her to her third orgasm and his second, both of them groaning and grunting against the balcony as the city conspires to commit sin five floors below us.
As we sin above it all.
But is this sin? Or is this its own filthy heaven?
Maybe it’s both. Maybe it’s more. Maybe it’s everything I’ve been searching for but didn’t know I wanted till now.
Didn’t know till she danced into my life behind a mask more than a week ago.
And now, I don’t want her to waltz out of it.
I want her in it, in so many ways.
Her breath comes in staccato bursts as Daniel pulls out. Kisses her neck. Her cheek. Her mouth. Slides a hand down her back. She leans against the railing, panting hard.
Her lips are parted, her face flushed. Slowly, languidly, she turns her gaze to me. Her blue eyes are so vulnerable, so open right now.
They call out to me, and my heart thunders. With need. With warmth. I close the distance between us, wanting to ease whatever worry is written in her eyes, whatever nerves are rising to the surface in my woman.
I dust a kiss to her soft, bee-stung lips. “Sweetheart,” I whisper.
A soft breath ghosts over her lips. A fluttery sigh.
Daniel steps away, heading inside.
“Cole,” she murmurs, and in my name, I hear so much more than I ever expected when I met her.
Since I expected nothing that night. I only hoped for pleasure. And instead, I’ve found something I don’t want to lose.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I say softly.
She nods, tugs down her skirt, and finds her panties.
I step inside, head to the table, and pick up a gift for her. Something I selected earlier today from one of our shops at The Invitation.
When she comes in from the balcony, still dazed, she blinks and asks hoarsely for the bathroom. I gesture to the private one in my office.
“But first, I thought you might like this,” I say, then give her the pink box. She opens it, smiles softly at the lace panties inside, then whispers a thank you.
“I’ll need these,” she says, as Daniel settles onto the couch.
“Timing is everything,” I whisper, then cup her chin and plant another hot, possessive kiss on her gorgeous lips. Wanting her to know she’s mine. She belongs to me.
After we break the kiss, she makes her way to the bathroom.
Daniel arches a brow, smirking.
“What?” I ask.
He shrugs impishly. “You can say it.”
“Say what?”
“I was right.”
“Or is it that you and Scarlett were right?”
Another grin is my answer. “Scarlett does have a rather astute sense of what you need, as do I.”
I lean against my desk, but I’m not annoyed, not in the least. “You relish being right.”
His eyes glint with the glow of satisfaction. “So you admit I knew best? From the start?”
“Is that what you want most of all? The admission? And here I thought it was the wagers.”
He rolls his eyes. “I suspect the wagers are over, mate.”
“Yes, I suspect they are,” I say, and my heart thumps a little harder, beats a little faster as realization slams into me once more. Sage is wonderful. She is brilliant. She makes me want to take care of my heart. “She makes me feel again,” I say to my friend, speaking the truth.
Trouble is, when she emerges from the bathroom, she looks polished, put together.
And entirely different.
Like she’s wearing a mask.
Instinct takes over, and I go to her, sliding an arm around her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
She smooths a hand down her skirt. Shakes her head. “I have a meeting to go to. I’ll talk to you later.”
And then, just like that, she’s gone.