We all strive for it. To relate and understand. To feel a part of something. To feel normal.
But I’m not normal.
And neither is Cole.
We’re products of our pasts.
Slaves to the darkness forced upon us.
I don’t know the Jagger brothers’ whole story but I know enough to know their life in Sterling Heights wasn’t easy.
“It ended badly,” I admit, because it’s the most I can give him. “My parents thought it would be better if I got some space. Start over.”
“They shipped you here because you got your heart broken?” He raises a brow.
“I think it was easier than dealing with me. I kinda lost it for a little while.”
Cole studies me, trying to peel back my secrets, layer by layer.
“Satisfied?”
His eyes flash, and I instantly realize my mistake. “I think I changed my mind.” He grinds out, rolling his hips into my pelvis. I smother a whimper, pressing my hands to his chest.
“No,” I say. This can’t happen, not here. Not after already giving him more than I was willing to.
“I think you’re lying, Little Dove.” Cole dips his hand between us, finding my bare legs. “I think if I slide my fingers between your pussy I’ll find you wet for me.” He does just that, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
My cheeks heat.
Cole slides off the bed, dropping to his knees. His hands run up and down my thighs, grazing my damp panties. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle another moan as he slides them off my legs. But I’m weak. Weak for his touch. Weak for the way he makes me feel.
Weak for him.
He reaches to the side of me, grabbing the Twizzler packet. I can’t see what he’s doing, but the second I feel the cool stick of candy on my clit, I cry out. “What are you—”
“Shh.” His tongue flattens against me as he drives two fingers inside me.
“Oh my God...” My body bows, searching for more. Desperate to shatter apart.
But just as waves begin building deep inside of me, Cole rocks back and peers down at me. “You taste so fucking good.” He rips the end off the Twizzler with his teeth and takes his time chewing it, his eyes so dark he looks soulless.
“I think I need another taste.” He doesn’t break eye contact as he runs the remaining candy stick through my folds and pushes it inside me. It’s so dirty, so fucking wrong, but I can’t tear my eyes off him as he brings it to his lips again and chomps on the thing as if it’s the best meal he’s ever had.
Jesus, this boy.
This dark, depraved boy.
“Cole...” I shudder, needing him to finish what he started.
“You want more?”
I nod. I’m so high on him, I don’t even know what I’m agreeing to.
He dives at my pussy, eating me like a man starved. He licks the strawberry scent off my skin, plunging his tongue deep inside me, making me cry out with pleasure.
The drag of his thumb is brutal against my clit, sending me into a tailspin. I can’t breathe... I can’t think... I can barely see past the intense bolts of pleasure firing off around my body like rockets.
I’m almost there, ready to fall headfirst into an ocean of pure bliss, when Cole crawls up my body, kissing me so hard I gasp around his tongue. He fingers me with slow and lazy thrusts, keeping me on a thin ledge of control.