I hadn’t had sex with Cole in Thailand, but we had done plenty of other things. He’d made me feel more with just his mouth than Bobby had made me feel in our entire relationship. Cole was a man unlike any I had ever met before, and he seemed to just intuitively know exactly what would drive me crazy. And I had kissed him again, letting all those feeling come flooding back inside me.
“What are you going to do now?” Lacey asked.
“I don’t know, honestly. He’s my stepbrother.”
She snorted. “Stepbrother doesn’t mean anything. He’s not actually related to you or anything. Plus, you two were married first.”
“That’s true. But I can’t tell if that makes it better or not.”
“Probably not. Still, he’s your husband.”
“He is not my husband.”
“Whatever. I’m just looking out for you. If you’re into it, I say go for it.”
“It’s not that simple. Our parents are under some crazy scrutiny. Cole knocked out a reporter last night.”
“Before or after you made out?”
“After.”
“How did that even happen?”
“Guy came out of nowhere, taking pictures. Cole just . . . acted.”
Lacey whistled. “What a guy.”
“It was scary.”
“I bet it was. But also a little hot?”
“No! No way.”
“Oh come on, we both know Cole is sexy as hell.”
“He has his moments.”
“And how’s his piece?”
“Excuse me?”
“His piece. His man-meat. His schlong. His ding-a-ling. His—”
“Okay, okay, I get it.”
“Well?”
“Cut it out. I’m not describing his wiener.”
I thought back to those nights, to his thick, large cock in my hand, to the way he grunted as I slipped it between my lips, to the warmth of his cum as he shot it deep into my throat. I felt a rush run through me as my cheeks turned red.
“Oh just tell me. Big or little? Thick? Curved? Pierced?”
“Not happening.”
“C’mon. Yes or no, is he huge?”
“I am not describing Cole’s penis!” I yelled loudly, embarrassed. The sound practically echoed through my empty room.
We were both quiet for a second.
“I gotta go,” I said quickly. “I think he’s home and his room is right next door.”
I hung up the phone as she began to laugh.
I wrapped myself in my blankets and tried to pretend like I hadn’t just yelled loudly about Cole’s penis. The walls in Dad’s house were super thin, so there was no way he hadn’t heard that. I could only imagine what pervy, frustrating things he was thinking over there.
It wasn’t like I was obsessed with him. Maybe he made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever, but still. He was abrasive and cocky and everything I hated in a guy. I didn’t like violence, and Cole’s life was all about violence. I didn’t like recklessness, and Cole was reckless.
Still, driving in that fast car with him, threading our way toward the banquet venue, I’d felt alive.
Lacey could be so pushy sometimes, but I knew she meant well. She was a good friend and always supportive. Still, I wasn’t really comfortable enough with anyone to describe Cole’s penis, even if that wasn’t a dick move.
As I contemplated all of the awkward and horrifying ramifications of that conversation, I heard my father’s voice from downstairs.
“Alexa? Cole?”
I got out of bed and poked my head out of my room. “Yeah?”
“Can you come down here?”
Cole came out of his own room and smirked at me. “Hey, sis.”
“Hi, Cole.” I started walking down the steps.
“Fun time last night.”
“It was okay.”
“You should describe to me exactly how much fun you had.”
I turned bright red but didn’t look at him. “That’s okay. I don’t feel like grossing you out.”
He was right behind me as we marched downstairs. I could practically feel his heat pressing up against my back.
“If that assistant hadn’t shown up, we both know that I would have made you come, screaming for more up on that roof.”
“Knock it off. My dad is right downstairs.”
He grabbed my arm, pulling me against his hard body. “I’ll stop if you admit that you wanted me to keep going.” We were pressed together in the stairwell, in the small, cramped space.
I bit my lip, breathing heavily as his warmth and touch flooded my body. “I was drunk and stupid,” I lied.
“So you admit it.”
“Fine. It was a mistake though.”
“Good enough.” He let me go, and I wished that he hadn’t.