“Your partner manages to run his half just fine while still making time for his family.” Cole’s tone is void of all emotion.
I bite back a moan.
The cushion of his thumb now working slow, agonizing circles over the top of my panties. Torture, this is absolute torture but in the best, most delicious way possible.
“It was dinner, not a prison sentence.”
“Yes, where is my colleague?” Silas questions, unaware of all the wicked things his son’s doing to me under the table.
“He went to find my brother,” I grit out. My hands grasp the armrests, doing my best to keep my composure. Beyond soaked for him.
Cole shoots me a secret little look. It’s devilish before shoving my panties aside and inserting a finger between my folds without permission.
My nails scrape, digging into the fabric, loving his touch. “They should be back soon though.” Proud of myself when I managed to spit out the words.
I choke out a cough. Disguising my moans of pleasure when he adds another. My legs squeeze around his hand as he works me with skilled precision. Completely detached from his father’s presence.
Silas scoffs with callous heartlessness. Unamused by Abram’s life choices.
I force my eyes to stay open when all they want is to slam closed. Cole adds a third finger.
Oh god!
It’s too much, too intense, I’m—
With lightning speed, Cole’s hand pulls out from between my thighs. One shoves a napkin over my mouth while the other holds the back of my head in place. A mixture of screams and coughs rips past my lungs as I finish in time with Abram and Finn stepping back in.
Cole pats my back. “Poor thing must have choked on something.” Speaking only to appease the room.
“I came to take my son back,” Silas says in way of greeting his partner.
The acid in his tone enough of a distraction that it pulls everyone’s attention away from me and back to Silas.
That satisfied, cutthroat gleam in Cole’s eye only for me. Pulling the napkin away from my mouth after my orgasm settles.
His mouth pulls to the side. “Finished?”
“Mmhmm,” I mumble. Taking the glass of water he hands me, I down it. My throat suddenly dry. His eyes too interested, too focused on me.
“Son!”
That one word snaps as it pulls. Silas is long past losing his patience. Thankfully, it takes Cole’s attention away from me.
The intensity in those cerulean eyes as alluring as willing to fully pull me under. Deep down, I already know I drowned for him a long time ago…
“The time, son.”
“I know, I know,” Cole gripes, rising from his spot.
His eyes catch me one final time after thanking Abram for dinner. The look makes my stomach squeeze. The question hidden in them is unexpected.
Something settles low in my gut, not butterflies, more like apprehension.
Cole’s quiet gaze is asking if he can stay the night, stay in my room.Mybed. I should deny him, but my hesitation is short lived. Not lasting for more than a few seconds before I’m giving in.
The heaviness in his eyes a fraction less harsh. Watching with hawklike clarity as my chin barely shifts, lifting.
Yes. It says, you can stay.