Chapter Five
“Cole,” she whispers, her hand running across his stomach. “Cole, wake up.”
“Mmm,” he mumbles, pulling her closer and keeping his tired eyes shut. It must be two a.m.
The bed moves as she climbs on top of him. Her hair falls all around as she kisses his chest, his shoulders, his neck, and stopping at his ear. “I need you.” His eyes open to her hungry gaze. “To dominate me.” A flash of excitement spreads over her face as a wicked smile appears. She sits back on her knees, holding her arms above her head and letting a scarf drop from her fingertips. Oh sweet Lord, this better not be a dream!
He grips her hips, sending her to the side so she’s flat on her back. He snatches the scarf and binds her wrists together. “You want me to be rough, baby?” She bites her lip as she gives a nod. “You haven’t had enough from last night?” Her legs drop open to show how wet she is. Her eyes drag away from his, and lead a hot trail down to his straining erection.
“Make me scream, Cole,” she says, her voice husky. “Make me leave here with a reminder of you.”
Leave. That word stings a bit.
He hovers over her and rests his weight on one arm, while the other skims the back of his fingers down along her skin until they meet with the moisture dripping out of her. “You’re full of me.” He grins down at her. “I love that.”
She pulls against the restraints, flicking her hips up so he’ll touch her there. He loves how she gives up all control. He needs this just as she does. His fingers push inside, scissoring as they go.
“More,” she begs. “Cole, I need more.”
He leans down and nips her nipple, making it taut, then blows a stream of air over the top, and she gasps. She’s hungry, and he loves it, but he also knows it grounds her when she’s feeling lost. The idea of teasing her right now is tempting, but no, he’ll give her what she wants. He moves to position at her opening and ever so gently nudges forward.
“Cole!” she nearly shouts, lifting her hips off the mattress.
He steadies his balance and thrusts forward, slamming into her with almost all his strength.
“Yes!” she cries in relief, dropping back in the mattress.
He grabs her legs, hooks them over his shoulders, and pulls her to the edge of the bed so he can stand. He nearly folds her in half as he leans over, getting as deep as possible before he starts thrusting at a maddening rate. Her breasts bounce around in his face, making him even harder. Her bound hands fly forward and run through his hair. He shifts his angle and gets what he’s been waiting for, her scream. The scream that makes him pick up speed. She’s close, so he pulls out and hauls her up and against the wall. Her hair is wild and sexy, and she pants and cries as he reenters her. He drops her down onto him and uses her body weight to slam down.
“Oh god, baby, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” he growls, biting her neck.
That does it. She bucks, screams, and fists him from the inside. She gives in, tossing her head back. He follows, getting himself as deep inside of her as possible.
He presses his forehead to hers as they both pant and try to catch their breath. Her eyes go from wild with need to satisfied, and it’s one sexy look.
“Shower?” he asks, peeling her away from the wall. She shakes her head and he laughs.
He frees her wrists and wraps his sweaty body into hers and kisses her shoulder.
***
Savannah
I head into the kitchen on a search for that heavenly smell I missed so much—Abigail’s cinnamon rolls.
“Well, fuck me sideways,” Mark says through a bite of toast. “Look who spent the night.”
“Morning, Mark,” I mumble as I pour myself a large cup of coffee and help myself to a warm roll.
He grins and brushes the crumbs off his fingers. “That it is!”
“Why are you so damn chipper?”
“Because, my sweet Savannah, Cole is winning you back, therefore we all do.”
I can’t hide my smile as I sip my coffee. Cole strolls into the kitchen, pulling on a t-shirt. I sneak a quick peek at his stomach and remember it flexing when he held me up against the wall, plowing into me like his life depended on it.
“Morning.” He flashes me a dirty smile, then grabs my face and kisses me.
“Awww,” Mark cues from behind us. “Hey, Keith, you owe me twenty!”
“What?” Keith mutters, coming into the kitchen. “Oh, come on!” He curses. “Really, guys, you couldn’t have held out to Valentine’s Day?”
“Pay up, dude.” Mark holds out his hand as Keith shoves a twenty at him.
“You made a bet on us?” I laugh, realizing how much I miss this place.