Bastard’s Baby(135)
And an opportunity to confront Madison.
For a second, I considered calling up Lacey and inviting her in on the little scam. But Lacey was busy with her new bartender boyfriend, the same bartender from that Republic thing she had crashed for us. Besides, it might look a little weird if I bought her with me to a lunch with my stepmother.
I stopped outside Cole’s room and knocked. I heard a vague grunt from inside, and so I pushed open the door.
“Morning, Co—” I stopped short.
I stared at him as he turned around and grinned at me. “What’s up?”
He was standing by the window in nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs. I could see every bit of his muscles, every bulging spot, and his cock stood outlined by the tight fabric. I quickly looked away, embarrassed, though I wasn’t sure why. He had fucked me just the day before, and yet I felt strange walking in on him.
“Uh, just wanted to talk,” I mumbled.
“So talk,” he said.
“Can you put some clothes on?”
“No, thanks. Why don’t you undress, too?”
“My dad is downstairs.”
“Shut the door then.”
“Come to my room when you’re dressed,” I said and quickly shut the door, walking back to my own room.
I didn’t know why my heart was pounding or why I felt so nervous. Things should have been so much simpler, so much better. I should have gotten him out of my system.
Of course, it didn’t work that way.
He knocked a few minutes later. “Come in,” I said.
He walked in, shutting the door behind him. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts as he sat down at the edge of my bed. I was sitting propped up with pillows, sipping coffee and looking at my laptop. I shut the lid as he looked at me.
“What’s up, sis?” he said, smirking.
“Stop calling me that,” I said. “Especially after . . .” I trailed off, not sure how to say it.
“After I fucked you? After I gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had? After I licked and sucked and fucked your tight pussy until you moaned my name?”
I blushed a deep, scarlet red. “Yes. That.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know how you’re still so embarrassed.”
“Look, I want to talk about Madison.”
“Who?”
“Madison,” I said, frustrated. “The assistant. Our blackmailer.”
“Oh, her,” he said. “Sorry. I was distracted by the memory of my lips on those hard little nipples of yours.”
“Cut it out,” I said, swatting at him.
He crawled up into bed next to me, grinning the whole time. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll throw you onto the ground.”
“I’d love to see you try.”
“This is serious, okay?”
He pretended to put on a serious face. “Okay, serious time.”
“I’m getting lunch with your mom tomorrow.”
His expression got dire. “That is really serious.”
I laughed, pushing him. He was like a brick wall. A warm, muscular, too-fucking-sexy brick wall. “Stop, asshole.”
“Okay, fine. You’re getting lunch with Cindy. So what?”
“So, I’ll be at her office and will have the chance to talk to her assistant.”
He nodded, understanding. “Okay then. I trust you.”
I stared for a second. “Seriously, that’s it?”
“Sure. That’s it.”
“You’re not going to tell me how you’ll take care of it, how my way is the wrong way, all that crap?”
He grinned at me, shaking his head. “Nope.”
I blinked, a little surprised. I had expected him to put up a fight, maybe be a little difficult. “Huh. Okay then.”
He leaned toward me. “That all?”
“Cole.” I put my hands on his chest.
“What? I just want to get to the good part now.”
“No. My dad is right downstairs.”
“If you can be quiet, we’ll be fine,” he said softly.
I bit my lip as he looked into my eyes. I knew what he wanted, and my soaking wet pussy wanted it too. His hands suddenly found my breasts, cupping them, as his lips grazed my neck.
“Where did you go last night?” I gasped.
“Gym. Have to train,” he said as he kissed up along my chin and ear, his right hand slowly roaming down along my body.
“Train for what?”
“Big fight soon, with that guy Trent.”
I bit my lip, stifling a moan as his fingers slipped underneath my panties and found my soaked clit, gently pressing and rolling. I grabbed on to his strong arms, gripping him tightly.
“Good. Just be nice and quiet,” he whispered. “Let me do the work.”