34. Cole
The lookon Riley’s face makes my chest tighten, but at the same time, it soothes something inside me.
I’ve never told this story in full to anyone, as far as I can remember. Declan and Reed both know all of the details, but I’ve never bared my soul this way, not even to them. It’s affecting, to let someone in like this—to show them the real me—and to see them look at me this way.
With tenderness, and heat, and an emotional understanding that makes me want to admit even more. To tell her everything about myself, everything I can think of, and wait to hear everything about her.
I’m not at all surprised when Riley leans over and kisses me. When she starts to pull back, I cup my hand around the back of her neck, keeping her there for another kiss.
By the time we finally break apart, she’s flushed, her breathing hot and quick.
“Maybe we should get out of here,” she whispers.
I hum, as if in deliberation, then say, “No, I don’t think so.”
Her brow furrows in confusion. “No?”
“I don’t think I can wait until we get home,” I tell her, my voice a low growl.
The flush of pink on her cheeks deepens to scarlet, her thick lashes fluttering as her brown eyes scan the room. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I’d give anything to know what kinds of filthy images are flashing through her mind right now in response to my words.
“What do you mean?” she whispers.
“I think you know exactly what I mean, angel.”
I smirk, then give her a small demonstration of what I’m talking about. My hand finds hers under the table, our fingers linking briefly before I skim my fingertips across her bare thigh, where her dress has hiked up from sitting.
The area we’re in is private and tucked away enough that I don’t worry about any prying eyes seeing us as I slide my hand up even higher. Riley’s legs open for me as if it’s an automatic response, spreading just wide enough that I can drag my fingertips over her pussy through the fabric of her panties. I can feel the heat radiating from her, and the slight dampness of the fabric that makes it clear she’s already turned on.
“Cole…”
She drags the word out, and I swear to fuck, my name has never sounded better than when she says it like that.
“Yes, angel?” I ask, tugging the crotch of her panties aside so that I can feel her wetness skin to skin. “What do you want?”
I slide one finger through her folds and then circle her clit, and she shivers, her breath hitching.
“More,” she whispers, her hips rolling subtly against my touch. “Fuck, I can’t believe… god, that feels good.”
“You want me to make you come?”
She glances around, licking her lips as a hint of nervousness crosses her face. But I don’t want her worrying about anything. There’s not a chance in hell that I’d let anyone else see her like this, and I want her focus solely on me right now.
So I pinch her clit gently in a way I know she likes. Her thighs immediately clench around my hand, her eyes flying wide as she bites down on her lip hard.
“I think you do,” I murmur roughly, answering my own question. “I think you’re such a dirty, greedy girl that you want me to finger fuck you right here, just like I did on that Ferris wheel. Is that what you’d like?”
I tease her clit again, and she whimpers softly, her breath stuttering. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth, but when she lifts her head to meet my gaze, there’s something confident and sultry shining in her eyes.
”No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t just want your fingers. I want your cock.”
Fucking hell. This woman.
My dick responds to her words just as instinctively as she responded to my touch a moment ago. Blood rushes south immediately, and my half hard cock stiffens and swells, pressing almost painfully against my pants.
“You want me to fuck you?” I groan quietly, still teasing her with my fingers. “Here at this restaurant where anyone could catch us?”
“They won’t.” Her luminous eyes are full of desire. “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
Goddamn, all I want to do is make her break that promise.
I feel a little feral, more like a caveman than I’ve ever been before, but some primal part of me wants every damn person in this place to know that Riley is with me. To know how good I make her feel and how beautifully she falls apart for me.
My eyes wander toward a nearby hallway, landing on a sign with an arrow pointing toward the restroom. Before I can change my mind, I withdraw my fingers from between her legs. Then I push back from my chair and extend a hand to her, watching her slowly rise to take my offered hand.
“Come with me.”
I grip her delicate hand with my larger one and lead her toward the hallway. She glances over her shoulder one last time as we duck into the single occupancy bathroom at the end of the hall.
The low ambient noises of the restaurant fade away as I pull the door shut, sliding the lock into place. Riley’s dark hair spills over one shoulder as she tilts her head up to meet my gaze, anticipation burning in her eyes.
“I can’t deny you anything when you look at me like that,” I breathe roughly.
Then I cuff my hand over her hip and back her into the wall.
A low gasp escapes her mouth as she grips the lapels of my suit, pulling me closer with the same desperation that’s feeding my movements. My mouth crashes down on hers, tasting the flavor of wine on her lips. Her tongue meets mine, and a low moan rumbles in my throat.
“Fuck, angel. You drive me crazy,” I rasp, finally wrenching my mouth away from hers so that I can devour more of her. My lips trail along her jaw and down her neck, my teeth scraping her collarbone.
Her nails rake through my hair as she tips her head back, giving me better access. “Good. Then I’m not alone.”
“I drive you crazy?”
Her breath is hot on my cheek. “Every fucking day. Please, Cole.”
“I love it when you beg.” I palm her breast through the fabric of her dress. “Almost as much as I love giving you what you want.”
Her back arches, and she lets out a sigh that becomes a whimper as my hand steers itself down her back and squeezes her supple ass.
“What is it about you?” I groan in her ear, tugging at the lobe lightly with my teeth. The sound of her quickened breath goes straight to my cock. “I can’t get enough of you. You’re like a damn drug.”
My hands are greedy, wanting to explore every surface of exposed skin, needing to caress beyond the barrier of her clothing.
“You really want me to fuck you in here, angel?” I demand, needing to hear her say it.
“Yes.” She whimpers, nodding. “Oh my god, yes.”
“Then pull your dress up.”
The commanding edge to my voice catches her attention. Her eyelids, which were drooping a little as I groped her, snap open as her gaze locks with mine. It takes effort, but I drag myself away from her enough to give her space to do what I said, and she slowly grabs the soft material of her dress’s skirt, dragging it upward and baring more of her legs.
I watch as her pale skin and the fabric of her panties is revealed, palming my cock and squeezing as it gives a demanding throb.
“See what your begging does to me?” I murmur, my voice strained. “You’ve got me so fucking hard.”
“You’ve got me so fucking wet,” she shoots back, holding the fabric of her dress out of the way as she slides a hand between her legs. She cups her pussy, sliding her fingers over the crotch of her panties, and I can see the way the color of the silky fabric is darker where her arousal has already soaked through.
“Jesus,” I breathe, my jaw tight. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I remember when you asked if I wanted the lights off before I went down on you, and now look at you. So filthy. So perfect.”
“You bring it out in me,” she admits, still toying with her pussy through the fabric of her panties. We’re not even touching at all right now, but I feel like she could make me come just by continuing to do that. From the very first time we had sex—hell, even before that on the Ferris wheel—I’ve fucking loved how responsive and unrestrained Riley is, even when she’s out of her comfort zone.
But this is a whole new level for her, and fuck, I’m already addicted to it.
“Turn around,” I tell her. “Put your hands on the wall.”
She doesn’t hesitate, slipping her hand out from between her legs as she spins to face the wall. She hinges a little at the waist, and I step forward to grab the hem of her dress, bunching the fabric up around her waist as she releases her hold on it. Her palms press against the wall on either side of her shoulders, and I grip her hips tightly, pulling them back a little.
My cock grinds against her ass, buried between her soft cheeks through the layers of clothing that separate us, and when a little shudder works through her, I grit my teeth, fighting for control.
No one else has made me feel as close to losing every bit of control I’ve cultivated over the years as Riley does.
She fucking unravels me.
“Good girl,” I praise, rolling my hips against her ass and making her whimper softly. “So good. Gonna fuck you just like this.”
She nods, her hair cascading down her upper back and glinting in the low light of the bathroom. It’s nice and luxurious, just like the rest of this place, immaculately cleaned and illuminated by the warm orange glow of the light fixtures along either side of the mirror above the sink.
Releasing my hold on her hip with one hand, I shift her hair over one shoulder, baring her neck to my hungry mouth again as I reach down and make quick work of the button and fly of my pants.
My cock springs free, and I can’t resist teasing both of us for a moment. Tugging her panties down until they’re stretched around her upper thighs, I press my cock between her legs, letting the length of it slide through her slick folds. When my crown grazes against her clit, Riley makes a plaintive noise, bumping her ass back against my hips as if to beg for more.
“You ready for me?” I ask, kneading her ass cheek roughly with my free hand as I position her right where I want her. “You told me you needed my cock. Are you gonna take it like a good girl?”
“Yes!” she whispers, her voice rising just a little before she brings it down again, clearly aware of the fact that we’re still in a public place. “I’ll be good. I’m ready. Please.”
Drawing back a little, I bend my knees to line myself up as I notch my crown at her entrance. Her slick heat envelops me slowly as I work my way in with shallow thrusts, and Riley’s head sags between her arms as her legs wobble.
“That feel good?” I ask as I finally bottom out. “Is this what you needed?”
“Uh huh.” She lifts her head, gazing at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me. Hard.”
She’ll never have to ask me twice.
Almost before she finishes speaking, I pull out and then slam back in, rocking her forward with the force of my thrust. Her fingers, which were flat against the wall, curl as a soft noise pours from her lips, and the sight and sound of her is almost more than I can take.
She really is like a drug.
And fuck it all, I’m already so damn addicted that I don’t know how I lived without the high of this for all those years before she came into my life.
“Oh god,” she whimpers as I set a hard, fast pace. “Oh god, Cole, please. Fuck. Fuck!”
“Shh,” I remind her when her voice starts to rise again on the last word. “We need to be quiet, remember? Or do you want the whole restaurant to know you’re in here begging for my cock? Because I’ll be honest, I kind of do.”
I chuckle darkly as I say the last bit, and Riley clenches around me in response. I can tell the thought of it turns her on, just like it does to me—although I already know that if anyone even looks at her askance when we leave this place tonight, I’ll make sure they pay for it.
Because for now, at least, Riley is all mine.
And I don’t fucking share.
“Goddamn, you feel good,” I murmur roughly, dragging one hand down her back to the place where her dress is bunched up at her waist. I slide my palm over her ribs and around to her chest, dipping beneath the top of her dress and groping her breasts. I pinch one of her nipples lightly, keeping my other hand tight on her hip to hold her steady as I drive into her over and over.
I want to make this last, want to stay inside her for fucking hours—but I know we’re already playing with fire, risking getting caught, and the longer we stay in here, the harder it will be for both of us to stay quiet.
Besides, with Riley, it’s always a challenge to last as long as I want to. When it comes to her, my refractory period is shorter than it’s ever been, but my stamina is absolute shit. She feels too fucking good, and the way she reacts to every touch and word is enough to have me on the edge already.
But there’s no way in hell I’ll let myself come before she does.
“Oh fuck!” Riley hisses under her breath as I tug at her nipple again. A gush of wetness soaks my cock, and I groan as the quiet sounds of our fucking grow louder and more obscene.
“You like that?” I ask, switching sides to give her other nipple the same treatment.
“Uh huh.” She nods wildly, then starts to shake her head, sliding her palms higher up the wall like she’s trying to keep her grip. “Cole, I can’t—fuck, I know I said I’d be quiet, but I can’t—I need—”
Her voice breaks off on a soft cry, and I go still inside her, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her upright.
“I’ve got you, angel,” I breathe in her ear. “Come here.”
I pull out of her, groaning at the way her walls clench around me like her pussy is trying to drag me back inside. Then I lift her up and carry her over to the sink. It’s set inside a smooth marble countertop, easily wide enough for me to perch Riley on it. I set her down and shove her dress up and out of the way again, then grip her thighs and pull her forward so that she’s perched on the edge of the marble.
Keeping my gaze locked on her lust-darkened eyes, I reach up and loosen my tie, then tug it off and shuck my jacket as well. Setting them aside, I unbutton my dress shirt and gesture to the spot where my neck and shoulder meet.
“When you come, bite down,” I tell Riley. “Use me to muffle the sound.”
Her eyes widen a little, and her delicate throat works as she swallows. Then she nods, hooking her legs around my hips to pull me closer as her arms wrap around my shoulders. I don’t resist, sliding back inside her with a ragged sigh that feels like it comes from the very bottom of my lungs.
She feels even better like this—or maybe it’s just that in this position, I can see every subtle shift of her expression, every flutter of her eyelashes and movement of her lips. I can see everything I’m doing to her, and it drives my arousal even higher as I start to fuck her again.
The warm light from the fixtures beside the mirror gives a golden glow to her hair, and she looks exactly like the nickname I’ve taken to calling her in private.
She looks like an angel.
Beautiful and filthy and mine.
“You close?” I ask, dropping my head to kiss her as our breaths mingle.
“Yes.” Her answer is a whisper that I feel more than hear. “So close. Please…”
“I’ve got you,” I say again, a rush of satisfaction flooding my veins at the way she melts in my arms in response. “I’ve got you, angel. I know what you need.”
And I do.
Keeping her anchored with one hand, I shift the other so that my thumb finds her clit. I can feel how swollen it is, slick with her arousal, and I circle it deftly. She grips the back of my neck like she’s holding on for dear life, little panting moans falling from her lips with each thrust.
“Oh god,” she whispers, her voice strained. “Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—”
She breaks off, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around me as she buries her face in my neck just like I told her to. I feel her teeth clamp down on my skin as the orgasm overtakes her, and the feel of her soft cry against my neck breaks the last thread holding back my own climax.
I follow her over the edge, cursing softly as she bites down harder. The hint of pain mingles with the surge of pleasure, making it a challenge to muffle my own cry as my cock pulses and spasms inside her.
“Riley,” I groan softly as I fill her up with my cum. “Fuuck.”
My arms wrap tightly around her waist, pinning her upper body against mine as we cling to each other for a long moment in the aftermath, breathing hard.
Slowly, Riley releases the clamped hold her teeth have on my neck. She licks the spot where she bit me, and I shudder at the feel of her tongue soothing away the sting. I know I’ll have to make sure to wear collared shirts to cover up the bite mark until it fades, but fuck, it was worth it.
“You’ve got an animalistic side,” I tease, drawing back a little as I pepper kisses to her jaw, cheeks, and lips. “I like it.”
“Did I hurt you?” she asks, grimacing. “Was it too much?”
I chuckle, running my fingers through her messy hair as I smooth down the strands. “Angel, when it comes to you, I’m quickly discovering that there is no such thing.”
The smile she gives me goes straight to my cock, which twitches inside her as if it’s contemplating another round.
“Well, good.” She bites her lip. “I don’t know what came over me back there at the table. I’m not usually so wild.”
“I like it.”
She chuckles, scraping her nails lightly over the skin at the nape of my neck. “Of course you do. It seems like you’ve got a thing for sex in public.”
I know she’s referring to the first time I ever touched her, when I made her come on that Ferris wheel before we reached the bottom, and I smirk, pressing another kiss to her swollen lips.
“Believe it or not, I never did before. Not until I met you.”
Her cheeks flush a gorgeous pink color at that, and I drop my head to drag my nose along her neck, inhaling her distinct, addictive scent along with the faint smell of sex.
The next words come out before I even consciously decide to say them, and I can hear the truth in my own voice as I add, “There are a lot of things I never did before I met you.”