I grab her arm and pull her to me. “Don’t think about it,” I tell her.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Then take my mind off it.”
I capture her lips with mine and spin us around, her back hitting the wall. She gasps into my mouth at the coldness, and I deepen the kiss.
My right hand goes to her thigh, and I grip it in my hand and lift it up, wrapping it around my hip.
She pulls her lips away and tilts her head back. Her eyes are closed, and her wet lips are parted. I take my hard cock in my hands and slide it into her without wasting another second, and she whimpers. Fuck, I love hearing that sound when I’m inside her.
She’s already wet for me. Just like I’m hard for her.
She opens her heavy eyes, and she moans as I begin to move in and out of her. Slowly teasing her.
I grab her other leg and pull it off the shower floor and push her more into the wall. She clings to me.
“Cole,” she pants, and I pick up my pace. “Oh, God! Cole …”
I lower my head and capture her lips with mine again, knowing that she’s mine. I get to have her. However I want, whenever I want.
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I open my eyes to see Austin sleeping beside me. The sun shines through the one window up here and I roll over, picking my phone off the floor to check the time. It reads a quarter past nine.
Lying back down, I run a hand down my face. We didn’t get much sleep. We didn’t get back to the clubhouse until after two a.m. and then we spent almost an hour in the shower. And then another two awake in bed.
Like always, I couldn’t get enough. She couldn’t seem to either, and I’m not complaining.
“You okay?”
I look over to my left and find a set of dark green eyes on me. I smile at her, pushing her hair back from her face. I yank the covers back and grab her arm, yanking her up to straddle me. “I am now.”
She throws her head back laughing, and I soak it in. I’ve never heard her laugh like that. I’ve only ever seen anger from her. Or sadness. I’ve never tried to make her laugh or smile.
I should make her do it more often.
She straddles me naked and beautiful. Her dark hair is down over her shoulder lying on my chest. It’s finally dry from the shower we had hours ago, and the alcohol she consumed seems to have worn off.
Her eyes scan my chest, and her fingers graze my scar. She’s never asked about it before. “What happened?”
“Broke my collarbone.”
She tilts her head to the side. “How?”
My eyes look into hers while she stares at it. “Car wreck. Seat belt tightened and snapped it on impact.”
Her hand freezes on the scar, and her eyes meet mine. She stares at me so intently that my pulse quickens.
“You lied.”
My eyes narrow at the accusation in her voice. “Excuse me?”
“You lied,” she repeats.
“About what?” I demand.
“You weren’t driving.”
I tense at her words. She searches my eyes and sighs heavily, her breath brushing her hair from my chest. “Who were you covering for?”
“Enough!”
“No, Cole. Why did you lie?” she demands. I grip her hips, my fingertips digging into her skin, and shove her off me. I stand, running a hand through my hair and walking toward the bathroom.
“You couldn’t have been driving,” she whispers. “It’s your right shoulder. Not your left. You lied …”
I close my eyes. It took her two seconds to realize what no one else ever did. I was in a sling for months. My right arm was. Not my left. No one ever questioned it.
“Why would you lie, Cole?”
“Don’t, Austin.”
“No!” she shouts. “Fucking tell me why you would lie about something like that,” she demands. “People think you killed three of your friends.”
“I fucking know what they think!” I shout turning to face her. “Who the hell do you think told them that?” I snap.
“Why?” She’s on her knees in the middle of my bed. Her long dark hair over one shoulder, covering one of her breasts from me, and she’s breathing heavy. Her eyes soft and my chest tightens.
“Get out!”
“It was Eli … That’s why you …”
“I said get the fuck out, Austin,” I snap, interrupting her.
“No.”
I fist my hands, and her eyes drop to them.
“Becky said everyone was ejected. But you had your seat belt on …” She shakes her head confused. “I don’t understand …”
I storm over to the bed and shove her onto her back, pinning her small wrists to the mattress. “You don’t need to understand what I did, or why I did it. It’s no one’s Goddamn business, Austin.”
She looks up at me, eyes soft. I’m fucking panting, and my heart races. I hate being exposed. So open. Guarded people are safe. But she keeps stabbing me. Making me bleed. Her eyes search my face, and I see tears in them. My jaw clenches.