He lowers his forehead down to mine and closes his eyes. “We’re not the same, Austin. Because unlike you, I wasn’t innocent.” He pulls away and stares down at me. “I knew what we were doing. We went to a party like we always did. Got drunk like we always did. And then left. I took the blame because I should have been the one driving. In a matter of minutes, they were … just gone.” His voice is rough as if he had been holding those words in for a long time. My tears start to fall faster.
“I’m sorry, Cole. I’m so sorry.”
He wraps his harms around me and pulls me to him. “I’m sorry too, sweetheart.” He kisses my hair.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
COLE
I reach out and push a piece of hair behind her ear. Her eyes stare into mine, and I can see the fresh tears she hasn’t allowed to fall yet. This is when she’s the most gorgeous, when they make her green eyes look like they’re swimming in a pool of water. A tear finally escapes, and I wipe it away.
But I hate why they’re there. I hate that someone else can make her cry. I want to do that. I want to take from her.
I’m a fucking bastard.
Her mother and her fucking boyfriend will pay for what they have done to her. I’ll make sure of it. Just as I did with Jeff.
Her hands go to my jeans, and she undoes them. I grab her wrists. “Austin.”
“I need you, Cole,” she whispers, pushing her hips into mine.
And warmth spreads through me at those words.
She needs me.
Releasing her wrists, I slide my hands into her hair and kiss her. Desperately. Because I need her too. We’ve both been ripped open and are bleeding. Something needs to cover the pain.
She kisses me back just as aggressively. My pants hit my ankles, and I step out of them. Then we’re walking backwards. I fall onto the couch, my lips breaking from hers. She straddles me, her hand going between our bodies, and she grabs my hard dick. My head falls back to rest on the cushion, and I moan as she strokes me. Slow but firm. Teasing. I close my eyes and feel her lips on my neck. Sucking, licking, and biting.
“Fuck, Austin …” I trail off when she slides onto my hard cock. My breath instantly taken away.
My hands go to her narrow hips, and she begins to move. My fingers dig into her skin as our bodies slap. She sucks on my neck, and all I can do is sit here and pant as she rides me. Has her way with me.
She’s incredible.
And all fucking mine.
My hands let go of her hips, and I slide them in her hair. Yanking her lips from my neck, I lift my head and slam them to mine. I kiss her with need. She pants in my mouth while her hips continue to work with mine.
Her pussy tightens around me, and she pulls her lips away, sucking in a long breath. I lean forward, pulling her hard nipple between my teeth. She cries out when I bite down on it, before sucking it gently.
“Cole.” She whimpers my name, and I yank her head back, exposing her neck to me, and I do the same thing to her. I kiss, lick, bite, and suck every inch of her like it belongs to me. Because she does.
She needs me.
I need her.
We’re like the devil is to sin. Without one, we wouldn’t have the other.
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I stand in the middle of the loft listening to the shower turn on when my cell rings. I pick up my phone to see Deke flash across my screen.
“Hello?” I ask, looking over at the bathroom door, hoping he doesn’t have much to say. She said she needed a shower after she was done with me, and I wanna join her.
“Hey, man.” He sighs. “Becky made me call you.” I frown. “She won’t stop bugging me. But she wants to know if you guys wanna go to lunch.”
“I’m craving Italian,” I hear her yell in the background.
“I tried to tell her you would say no. That it’s not like that—”
“We can go,” I interrupt him.
He’s silent for a long second. “Come again?”
“We’ll go. What time?” It’s just another way for me to show her off. To prove to the world that she’s mine.
Nothing else.
“Uh, an hour?” he asks slowly.
“Okay. See you then.” I hang up.
Walking into the bathroom, I see her inside the shower. I open it up and enter. “We’re going to lunch with Becky and Deke in an hour.”
She stops shampooing her hair and looks at me. Her brows pull together. “Why?”
“Because Deke called and asked.” I place my hands on her hips and press her back into the wall.