“I spy an asshole.”
“That’s not how you play.”
“Maybe, but it’s true.”
He grinned at me, shaking his head. “When are you going to get over this whole denial thing?”
“There’s no denial here, Cole, just an asshole and his stepsister.”
He moved closer, our arms practically touching. I snuck a look at him out of the corner of my eye. His clothes clung to his muscular body, making my heart flutter. He caught me looking and smiled bigger.
“There it is,” he said. “That look.”
“What look?”
“Like you’re about to throw yourself at me. Mouth parted slightly. Makes my cock hard.”
“Anything makes your . . . penis hard,” I mumbled.
He laughed loudly at that, getting a few stares from people walking from their cars. “Penis? Are you joking?”
“Cut it out. People are staring.”
“No,” he said, turning to me. “You have to say it.”
“Say what?”
“Cock! You have to say cock.”
“No way. Cut it out. People can hear you.”
“Penis is about the least sexy word in the entire world. Say cock, sis, or I’ll keep getting louder.”
I glanced around us, my heart hammering in my chest. I was bright red and I knew it, but I couldn’t do anything about it. “Okay, okay. Cock.”
He moved even closer to me. “There you go. Not so hard.”
“I thought you were always hard around me?”
My joke eased my tension. He smirked. “Oh, I most certainly am. Have a feel.”
“Feel yourself.” I turned away from him, crossing my arms.
He leaned back up against the wall. There was a short silence between the two of us.
“She’s going to be fine,” Cole said softly.
“How do you know that?”
“I can just tell. She’s probably a lot more resourceful than you realize.”
I smiled to myself, shaking my head. I had no clue how he managed to go from making dick jokes one second to practically reading my mind the next, but he somehow managed it.
He always managed to make me feel completely off balance. It was almost a dizzy feeling. He could go from incredibly intense to completely joking and light within seconds, but for some reason I absolutely couldn’t get enough of that. He kept me guessing and was always surprising.
People tended to think that fighters and MMA-type guys were just muscle-headed idiots, but Cole was completely unlike anything I would have imagined. Sure, he was a cocky asshole, but that probably just came with the territory. There was a whole world of something else down underneath his exterior, but he rarely gave me glimpses.
“You have to stop doing that,” he said, cutting into my thoughts.
“What?”
“Pouting like that.”
“I’m not pouting.”
He shook his head. “You’re definitely pouting.”
“I’m just worried about Lacey. That’s all.”
He came closer again, and this time I didn’t back off. “Worst case scenario, she gets thrown out. She’s going to be fine.”
“Maybe, but we shouldn’t have brought her into this.”
“Are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Worried.”
“I’m not ‘like’ anything, Cole.”
“You sure are, Alexa.” His breath was warm on my neck, and I knew I should push him away. We were back in the shadows next to the door, not directly in anyone’s sight. I knew nobody would notice us.
“You like pushing, don’t you?” I whispered in his ear.
“You know I do.” I felt his hands roam down my body, and suddenly his fingers slipped below the waist of my jeans.
I gasped but didn’t move, standing totally still. My eyes widened. “How far are you going to take this?” I asked him, a shiver running down my spine.
His fingers gently found my clit, moving in slow, soft circles. “Soaked, like I expected,” he said.
“Cole,” I managed to say, but it came out as a choked moan.
I could see the smirk through the dim light. “I know what you’re going to ask me. You want to ask, ‘Cole, are you going to get me off right here?’”
He moved in incredible motions along my clit, his fingers deft and hard, alternating between pressure and circles, and my legs stiffened as my back arched. I was so afraid someone would catch us, but that fear only heightened the experience, made it sharper.
I realized dimly that I was becoming the kind of girl that let a guy she shouldn’t be anywhere near finger her in public, but I couldn’t stop it. The thrill ran through me, violent spikes of pleasure. I loved being that kind of girl, especially if it made me feel so good.