Chapter 17
Alexa
I couldn’t believe what Cole was willing to risk.
I had watched as Cole stormed out of my room, not sure what he was doing, but I knew he needed space. I was leaning against my headboard, flipping through Facebook, when he walked back into the room.
“It’s done,” he said, sitting down at my desk.
“What is?”
“Everything. The fight in a few days is going to fix everything.”
I put my phone down, raising an eyebrow. “What did you just do, Cole?”
His grin was huge and cocky. “Just had a little chat with Trent and his business manager.”
“No. Cole, what did you do?” I felt panic rising up inside me.
“Relax,” he said. “It’s all good. I didn’t threaten to murder him or anything like that.”
“Okay, that’s a start. What happened?”
“Well,” he said, stretching lazily, “I made a deal. If I win the fight, he gives me the pictures.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And if he wins?”
“I retire from fighting forever.”
I stared at him, my mouth dropped open. “You can’t risk that.”
“I already did.”
“No. Go back on the deal. I don’t care what you have to do, but don’t go through with this.”
“Sorry, wife,” he said, standing, “but his manager is drawing up the papers. It’s a done deal.”
He began to walk toward the door and I scrambled out of bed. “Cole!”
He looked back at me as I walked toward him. “You can’t stop this.”
I didn’t say a word. I just threw my arms around his neck and crushed my body against his. He seemed surprised until I kissed him, pressing my lips hard against his. For a second, he didn’t do anything, and then he grabbed my hips and pressed me against him, returning my kiss.
It was the first time I had thrown myself at him, and I loved it. The heady scent of his body filled my mind, and our lips pressed together. His muscles were hard and strong against my body, his towering frame practically engulfing mine.
Slowly I pulled my mouth away from his, but he didn’t let my hips go.
“Finally giving in to me?” he said softly.
“You wish,” I said. “Just trying to repay you.”
“For what?”
“For risking this. I know what fighting means to you.”
I could practically feel his smirk as he kissed my neck. “This is what family does.”
“We’re not family,” I said, practically by habit.
“No. You’re just my wife.”
I bit my lip as his hands began to roam my body. “For now, maybe.”
He laughed softly, a sweet and painful sound, as he kissed my ear. “You’re lucky to have me at all,” he said.
“Don’t be such an asshole,” I replied.
He pulled me even tighter against him. “Feel that?”
I nodded. His cock was completely hard against me, straining against his pants. Slowly I reached down and grabbed the outline, running my hand along its length. He grunted and chuckled slightly.
“That’s what you do to me,” he said. “Everything about you gets me fucking hard. Your smell, your tits, your smile, your voice. I want to fuck you until you scream my name, and I want to watch you come again and again.”
“Okay,” I said simply.
I slowly rolled my palm along his cock as he kissed me again, fervent and serious, his mouth exploring mine. I wanted him so badly, needed him in fact, needed him like I hadn’t before.
I realized something as his hands cupped my breasts and then pulled my shirt over my head. I realized I really was finally giving in to him. After everything, the blackmail, the confusion, I was finally giving in to my stepbrother, my husband.
Really, he was just Cole. Plain old Cole, the man that made me soaking wet every time he came around, the man with the incredibly body, the cocky smile, the swagger and the jokes. He was much too much and I wanted it all, every inch of him.
He unhooked my bra and I tugged at his shirt. “Make it even,” I said.
He grinned as he pulled it off, and then he pulled off his shorts, revealing his tight boxer briefs, his cock straining against the cotton.
“Your turn.”
I laughed as I pulled down my own pants, revealing the light pink thong. He grabbed me with one hand on my ass and pulled me back against him roughly.
“That’s what I wanted to see,” he said. His other hand slipped down the front of my panties and began to tease my clit. “A nice little pink thong. You don’t even know what you do to me.”
He squeezed my ass roughly as he continued to work my clit, and I kissed him, unable to respond. Waves of pleasure ran through me as he expertly worked my body. Every time he touched me he learned more about what I liked, and every time it got more incredible.