“Why not me?” I shrug. “Donny knows everything that goes on in that hellhole. I have no doubt he knew the entire time who our father really was. He knew that I’d have willingly done what I did.”
“So that was it then, a favor for a favor?”
“Yeah, so you’d think. Turns out that’s not really how it works with men like Donny.”
“Fucking hell, Cole.”
She moves closer, her hand brushing over my stomach and slipping under the fabric of my hoodie and shirt so she can find my skin. She settles her head on my chest as I shift my arm to hold her to me.
“You’re the only one who knows. You weren’t meant to see me that night, Dove.”
“But I did.”
“And now I’ve dragged you into this mess.”
“I think you’ll find I came willingly.”
“You shouldn’t. I might not know much in life, but I know that I’m going to hurt you, whether it be accidental or not.”
“You can’t possibly know that, Cole. You’re not the cold, scary person you believe you are.”
“Aren’t I?” Something in my voice makes her look up at me.
“No. Deep down, you’re just like me.” My brows draw together for her to continue. “You're just lost, hurt, fighting to stay above water.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “That’s one way to explain it.”
Reaching up, she presses a kiss to the underside of my jaw.
“I don’t deserve this, Dove. I don’t deserve you.”
“I beg to differ.”
She continues kissing a trail toward my lips. By the time she gets to them, she’s straddling my waist, the burning heat of her pussy causing my cock to swell as thoughts of burying myself deep inside her fill my mind.
Her lips brush mine once, twice, three times, but unable to allow her the control to tease me, my fingers thread into her hair and I pull her down so she has no choice but to kiss me properly.
My tongue pushes past her lips and encourages hers to join—not that she needs a lot.
Her hips grind as her hands explore the lines and indentations of my chest and stomach.
“Cole,” she moans against my lips, the movement of her hips getting more and more erratic.
“You gonna come, Little Dove?”
“Fuck, Cole. I need you,” she moans, making my grip on her hips tighten.
“Take what you need. Let me see you shatter.”
“Oh God,” she moans as I press my now fully erect cock against her sensitive core.
I keep her in place and watch, utterly fascinated as she uses my body to take the pleasure she’s craving.
As she gets closer, her lips part and her head falls back. I run my eyes down the slender column of her neck, over her hoodie that hides her mouthwatering curves and down to where we’re connected.
In my head we’re both naked and I’m watching her impale herself on me, but as much as I might need that right now, it’s not happening tonight.
I want to prove to her, to myself, that just for once, I can do the right thing.