26. Aurora #3
He groans, sinking deeper, then slides his hand up to grip my jaw and turn my face toward the mirror. “Look.”
Our reflection stares back at me. My face flushed, hair stuck to my cheek, looking wrecked as Cole thrusts into me.
“Who’s fucking you, Aurora?” he growls into my ear.
“Fuck you,” I breathe, even as my body betrays me, tightening around him.
He drags his cock out of me slowly. “Tell me,” he says, scraping his teeth over my shoulder. “Who’s fucking you?”
I want to keep my mouth shut.
I want to win, just once.
But then he fills me with one quick, hard thrust and the answer tears free on a broken moan. “You are.”
He hums, wrapping his fist in my hair and tugging it up. “That’s not my name,” he breathes, giving me another hard thrust.
“Cole—” My voice cracks, my body clenching around him. “Cole Ellis is fucking me.”
His breath stutters. “That’s right. I’m fucking you. This pussy belongs to me.” He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “You belong to me.”
My eyes squeeze shut as the pressure in me climbs higher and higher until—
“Oh, fuck.”
My eyes fly open and I twist my head, my heart shooting straight into my throat when I see Logan and Nathan standing in the doorway.
We all freeze, staring at each other in shock and horror.
I’m still bent over the dresser, my hair tangled in Cole’s fist, and he goes rigid behind me the second he turns his head and sees them standing there.
“Shit. Sorry,” Logan blurts, throwing a hand up straight away.
I jerk away from the dresser, which is pointless when Cole is still inside me, and somehow that only makes everything worse.
A strangled noise leaves me as I grab for the hem of my skirt, trying to cover literally anything at this point. But I freeze when my gaze drops to their joined hands, realization hitting me.
My gaze flies up to Nathan’s flushed face and my head spins.
Well, I was right about one thing. Logan is hooking up with someone in secret. It just turned out to be Nathan instead.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I realize Cole is still inside me and they are currently getting a very clear view of my ass.
“Not a fucking word,” Cole grits out.
Logan’s eyes flick from him to me, then he nods. “Same to you,” he says, pulling Nathan back into the hall.
The second the door shuts, I scramble away from Cole and yank my skirt down with shaking hands, my heart pounding in my throat.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, horror erasing every leftover trace of pleasure. “Oh my God. Oh my God—”
Cole, of course, seems nowhere near as traumatized as I am. He zips himself up, adjusts his jeans, and braces a hand on the dresser. “Relax,” he says.
“Relax?” I spin on him. “Logan and Nathan just walked in on us, Cole. They saw—” I gesture helplessly between us, because my brain isn’t working right now. “Nathan is going to tell Isabella, and then she’s going to think I’ve completely lost it because—” I shoot him a look. “Well. She’d be right.”
And then she’ll hate me for keeping it from her. For not telling her I’ve been sleeping with the guy I supposedly hate the most on earth.
“God,” I groan, dropping my face into my hands. “This cannot be happening right now.”
He catches my wrists and pulls my hands away from my face, making me look at him. “He’s not going to tell his sister.”
“You don’t know that.”
“They don’t want anyone finding out about them either.” The image of their linked hands flashes back into my head. “Trust me, Prescott,” he says, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “They’re keeping their mouths shut.”
I swallow, trying very hard to believe him, and before I spiral once again, he dips his head and drags his mouth along the side of my throat, pressing soft kisses that make me break out into a shiver.
“Cole,” I breathe, my fingers curling against the edge of the dresser.
His hands slide down to my thighs, down to my ass, and then I’m in his arms so fast I barely have time to catch myself before my hands are on his shoulders. He carries me to the bed and drops me onto the mattress, hovering above me.
“Still thinking about them?” he asks, his eyes on mine.
I should be. I should be freaking out and planning how to avoid Logan and Nathan for the rest of my life.
Instead, all I can think about is him. The way he’s looking at me. The way it gets into my head every single time, no matter how often I tell myself getting attached to Cole would be the dumbest possible thing I could do.
My face must give me away, because his mouth curves.
“Thought so,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth to my ribs and moving lower until he settles between my thighs.
“Cole,” I whisper again, and this time it comes out like a plea.
“That’s it,” he says, dragging my skirt down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine, not even when he throws the fabric to the side. “Just focus on me.”
And I do.
I focus on him as he shoves his jeans off, on the way his body settles against mine when he lines himself up, on the slow roll of his hips when he finally pushes in and fills me, stealing the air from my lungs until everything else falls away.
There’s no room in my head for anything but him.