I grinned at her. “Don’t act like I didn’t make your sweet cunt feel things you didn’t know were possible.”
She smiled and looked away. “Maybe.”
Before I could reply, my phone began to ring. I walked over to my bag and fished it out, looking at the number.
Alexa was already walking upstairs. “Take it. See you later.”
I watched her disappear upstairs and then reluctantly took the call.
“What?” I said.
“Cole Redson?”
I paused. “Who’s this?”
“Cole, this is Mark Mayer. I represent Trent Cook.”
“Mark. You’re the manager.”
“Sure am. So as I’m sure you’ve heard by now. Trent wants a fight.”
I could feel the thrill run though me again. “I’m in.”
“Good,” Mark said. “Great. Two Saturdays from now?”
I paused again, frowning. That was incredibly short notice for a fight. Usually people took at least a month, more often two.
“Why the rush?” I asked.
“Personal reasons,” Mark said, brushing me off. “Think you can handle it?”
I should have told him to fuck himself and hung up the phone. But I wanted Trent, wanted him fucking bad I wanted to murder the fuck. Plus, I was still buzzing from Alexa’s pussy, from her ass, her mouth, every inch of her perfect body.
“Fine. Call my people. Make it official.”
“Good choice,” he said, sounding smug.
I hung up the phone and tossed it back into my bag.
I stretched, grunting. I was still floating from that orgasm. It felt like she had penetrated deep into my spine and flooded my system with endorphins. Over a year of imagining what it would be like to finally be deep inside her, fucking her rough and hard, making her sweat and beg, had finally come to a head.
And it was incredible. Fucking incredible. I was drunk on her pussy, drunk on her soaked cunt.
I fell back into my workout where I had left off earlier.
I couldn’t let myself slack, not now. Besides, she was just upstairs. I could have her when I wanted her, and then some.
I’d have her panting for more soon enough.
15
Alexa
My whole body had felt like it was buzzing with fire and light for hours after I had finally slept with Cole for the first time.
It had been building up for so long. Because of that, part of me thought he could never live up to the mythical image of him I had in my head.
But the real thing was so much different and so much better than I could have guessed.
My mind was swimming with the events of the last few days as I woke up early the next morning, a dull and incredible ache between my legs. Cole had disappeared sometime after I went upstairs and hadn’t come home, but that didn’t bother me much. He seemed like the type of guy to do that from time to time, and I figured he needed to think as much as I did.
Things were so much more complicated now. I had thought that finally giving in to what I wanted would simplify everything, but I was completely wrong. I had gone downstairs fully intending to seduce Cole, and although it had worked, it didn’t have the desired effect. I wanted him off my mind so that I could focus on everything else, but instead his thick cock sliding in and out of me only made it so much worse.
I wanted him so bad. Even in the early morning, hours after I had last touched him, I could still feel his lips lingering against mine and hear his dirty grunts in my ear. He was filthy and borderline insulting, but it only made me so much wetter every time he opened his mouth.
I sighed again, stretched, and climbed out of bed. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I paused outside Cole’s room on the way downstairs but didn’t hear a sound.
It was Sunday morning, and so my father was sitting at the kitchen table drinking black coffee and reading the newspaper.
“Morning,” I said as I poured myself a mug.
“Morning, sweetie,” he said. “How’s it going?”
“Fine.” I sat down at the table across from him and folded my legs underneath me. How would he have felt if he knew about me and Cole? Would he be disappointed, angry?
“What are your plans for today?”
I shrugged, not sure. “Maybe go for a walk or something. Maybe see Lacey.”
“That’s a good idea. Nice day for it.”
“Yeah.” I sipped my coffee.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you . . .” He trailed off and looked away.
“What’s up, Dad?” I asked. He wasn’t usually so bashful.
“Well, I was wondering how things are going between you and Cindy and Cole.”
“Fine, I guess,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t say I see much of Cindy.”