The look on his face one of approval, as his hand still works. Continuing to gratify himself in front of me like it’s a hobby. I gulp. I’d be okay with it if it becomes one.
“Be a good girl and get on your knees for me, Princess.”
The sound of his smirk tells me he approves when I do as he asks without hesitation. My knees finding the ground. The desire to have him disguises the greed.
My need fuels my willingness to comply.
I can feel my chest pound. My heart works faster, more blood pumps as his gaze drags over me. Liking me in this position, eyes as wicked as they are heavy.
“Now.” His hands find the back of my hair. Tugging, he angles my head so that I have to look up at him through my lashes.
The grin that crosses his face taunting.
“Suck.”
fifty-one
Rory
“Tellmewhat’sgoingon in that pretty head of yours.”
Sighing, I run my fingers through Cole’s hair. We’re back at the Caspers’. His appearances regular in sleeping over since that one night.
It’s almost become routine, so much so that on the rare nights he isn’t here, the bed feels empty without him.
Cole retaliates by pinching at the fatty part of my thigh. Not letting me get away with not answering tonight.
“It’s nothing,” I squeal, rubbing at the spot.
“You’d make the worst lawyer.”
“Only to you,” I swear. He’s the sole person that can read me better than anyone. Ever. His perception has no bounds.
That limitless perception not working in my favor this evening.
“It’s a good thing I don’t plan on being one then,” I jab, sitting up in my spot.
He pinches me again, and I squirm, kicking him on a laugh. Threatening him with the floor if he does it again. It doesn’t work, Cole calling me out on my bluff. I take it one step farther then, threatening no sex for a week, and that does the trick.
“What do you want to do then? You know, after we graduate?” He asks, scooting me under his arm.
It’s the way he asks this, with such genuine interest, that unsettles me, and I’m not sure why. No one has ever cared to ask me that before, not even myself.
Before, I’d been living to make it to another day, but now I have options. Options I never dreamed of receiving.
A career, something I never pictured in my future until I came here. Now instead of having one door in front of me, I had hundreds, and they were each open. Ready and willing for me to step through whichever I choose.
It’s a little overwhelming.
“What do you want to be, you know, when we grow up?” I ask, putting the pressure on him instead. I mean for it to come off with more amusement than it actually does.
I think he can hear my uncertainty, which is why he doesn’t automatically shrug me off.
“What I’ve always been meant to be. I’ll work at Hardin, the same as Finn will. That’s the plan, always has been.”
I want to push him but stumble in my decision. It’s messed up the way we’re alike in this circumstance. Where I didn’t think I ever had one, Cole has only ever had one. The details of our futures may have been opposite, but the traps we’d both been stuck in aren’t.
I decide to press anyway. “If there wasn’t a plan. What would you have done?”