Mended(21)

“Let me be the one who gets Cole and I’ll consider it,” I joke, rolling on my back, looking up at the window and giving a thumbs up. Mark signals for Davie and Dell to move to the next spot, which is a huge mistake because Cole and Keith changed positions and nail them the moment they start running.

“Two down, two to go!” Cole yells out to us. I see June and Mike round the corner looking just like Mark and me. Perfect. They make a move toward the wood pile, but Cole is quick and pops both of them in the legs and arms. He turns to Keith, fist bumping, and that’s when we move. It’s an epic moment. I hope I can replay the cameras and make a copy for myself. Mark swings off to the side and pops Keith in the back of helmet. I stay low, and just as Cole goes to pop Mark, I nail him in the back three times.

Boom!

Everyone freezes as Cole looks from June to me, wondering what is going on. Then it clicks. He points his finger at me and chucks his helmet to the ground. His smile is dangerous, but all play. I remove my helmet, laughing and feeling very pleased that my plan worked out. Mark fist bumps me, calling out that we won.

“You, come here!” Cole shouts, storming toward me.

“Run, Savi!” Mark calls out. “Run very fast!” I turn and run, but my laughing isn’t helping. My boots sink into the deep snow, but I manage to make it to the training barn. I glance over my shoulder to see he’s a few yards away.

Once inside, I take in my surroundings and decide an old striped truck in the back corner is where I’ll hide. I climb through where the windshield would be and head to the back seat. I hunker down and wait.

I wait and wait and wait…I’m starting to think maybe he had to go inside. Maybe he got a call or Dr. Roberts needed him. Crap…I unfold myself and crawl out the side window. Just as I’m at the front of the truck, he drops down from a rafter, grabs my hips, and tosses me on top of the hood.

I scream out, laughing. “You may have played me, but you forgot one important rule.” He undoes my pants and yanks my bottoms, pulling my boots off with them. “You must always be willing to wait out your prey.” He unzips his pants, exposing his massive erection. “And you, my love, are my prey.” His fingers touch my opening, feeling how turned on I am for him. Just his voice alone sends a flood to the gates. I push all thoughts aside and relax. “So deliciously warm and ready,” he whispers as he pulls out his fingers and gently feeds himself inside. My back bows over the hood, my head tips back, and my lips form an O as he fills me to maximum capacity. One hand sneaks up my shirt and palms a breast. “I rather like you like this, Savannah. I’m thinking we should try new places more often.”

“I thought we christened my new apartment rather well,” I pant as he rolls his hips, hitting every angle he can. I close my eyes, relishing how deep he is, and my tongue darts out, moistening my lips.

“Mmm, that’s true.” His hands grip my hips as he pushes in harder. I yell out, only fueling his fire. “You have no idea what your sounds do to me.” I’m delirious, my vision is going as he keeps up the steady pace. “The way your eyes darken the more turned on you get makes me so hard it hurts.” I claw at his arms, just as he yanks me off the roof.

He remains inside of me as he briskly moves us past the holding area and into an office where it’s much warmer. I remove my jacket as he sits down on a leather chair with me straddling his lap. He helps me strip down so I’m completely naked. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth, he starts to suck. His other hand roams my feverish skin. I start to rock to build myself back up to where I was. He leans back and swivels me around so my back is to him. “Grip the desk, baby.” I lean forward, doing what he says as he stays sitting. “So beautiful.” His fingertips run along the length of my spine. He bucks his hips, and my grip slips. “Hold on,” he orders while he stands and kicks the chair away from him.

His pace quickens again, each thrust hitting the end of me. His fingers dig into my shoulders and one hand fists my hair.

“Cole!” I cry, not sure how long I’ll last.

“I don’t care how much,” pound, pound, “you try and push me away,” pound, pound, “you’ll always be mine.” Pound, pound. “No more dates, Savannah. No more kissing other men.” Pound, pound. “You need something, you come to me.”

“It wasn’t a date!” I yell out, needing him to understand, but my thoughts get lost as I jump from the ledge. Stars shoot off, sound leaves, and I fall to back down to heavenly earth. When I come to my senses, I’m on my back on top of the desk while Cole slips my shirt over my head. I lift my boneless body to help.