The Rebound (One Night Stand Series Book 2)

by Toni J Strawn

  “I need to…oh yes.” He cupped my breasts, pushing them together as he eased his shaft between them.

  Cole flexed his hips and I throbbed with pleasure as the head of his cock emerged from the tight valley he’d created. Once. Twice. He lightly pinched at my nipples and I bucked against him, causing his cock to slide back a few inches. His teeth clenched, his eyes blazing hotly as he pushed forward again.

  This time as he thrust through my breasts, I lowered my head to flick my tongue across the tip of his cock. Cole froze and I quickly slithered down to take him into my mouth.

  “Oh. Fuck. Yes.” He shifted restlessly, hands feathering through my hair before retreating to fist at his sides.

  His restraint faltered and it drove me on. I gripped the base of his cock, laving around the engorged head, licking across the crest of his foreskin. A shudder racked him as I guided him in and out, creating a smooth slide, allowing my teeth to ever so gently scrape against the skin. Another long lavishing lick of his head. Cole bunched my hair in a painful grip. I relished the show of his control slipping. Again and again I swallowed him down, dragging him against my tongue until the sweet, salty taste of precome told me he was close.

  He pulled me away and I allowed him to slide free of my mouth. Cole twisted and pushed me onto me back, following until I lay beneath him. He stared down, a dangerous light in his eyes.

  “No holding back.” I met his hot, glittering gaze.

  “Oh yes. No holding back,” Cole promised.

  He wrenched open the drawer and made a grab for the condoms. They spilled to the floor, but he still managed to get hold of one. He tore at the packaging with his teeth and excitement bit as a rush of dampness soaked my thighs. Kneeling between my legs, he secured my hips to the bed.

  “I want to see your face when you come.” His growled words were almost my undoing.

  A hot flush beaded my body, nipples tightening, need a deep ache.

  “I want to hear you scream. Will you scream for me?”

  “Oh. Yes.”

  “Good. Then I won’t bother asking if you’re ready.”

  Before I could answer, Cole cupped my ass in one hand, tilting my pelvis to meet the nudge of his cock. He looked down at the view and snarled with pleasure.

  “Fuck. I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

  I didn’t have time to process his words before Cole drove into me and my breath was ripped away with a cry of pleasure. Nothing could have prepared me for the fullness of him inside me, the sound and feel of his balls slapping against my ass as the sheer force of his thrusts shoved me back into the pillow. I raised my arms above my head, bracing the headboard as I found the rhythm.

  Pleasure built up fast, slamming me with the same force as Cole slammed deep. There was no time to catch my breath. Sensations engulfed me in waves, the scent of our mingled juices a heady spice enveloping me.

  “Give. Me. More.” I gritted my teeth, gripping the white rungs of my headboard. Demanding.

  Without breaking rhythm, Cole tipped my ass higher, shifting to get deeper. Each time he buried his cock, he let out small grunts of pleasure and I dug my toes into the sheets, locking my knees to help him, hips rocking faster as I kept pace.

  “Touch yourself. Touch that beautiful pink clit.” Cole’s breathless words encouraged me to release one hand from above me, slither past my belly through dampened curls.

  He stopped long enough to see me comply, his breath a rough hiss of sound. A sharp pang of pleasure ripped through me as I pressed my fingers against the throbbing bundle of nerves, pressure escalating into mind-numbing ecstasy.

  “Faster. Rub your pussy harder. I want to see you come all over my cock.”

  I shuddered under him as he spurred me on, filling the air with heated demands, winding me higher.

  I felt wanton. Bad. But instead of guilt making me retreat into the safety of my nice shell, I embraced the feeling. I threw back my head, closing my eyes to shut everything out except the sensations spilling over me; the exquisite slide of Cole’s cock, the flick of my fingertips as I rubbed my clit.

  My breath caught, body tightening, contracting in on itself until it was a single pinpoint of intense physical pleasure. I twisted restlessly, the feeling too much to bear as a primal sound built up from deep inside. The cry when I came ripped out in a garbled chaos of sound, scraping past my throat to spill into the air.

  Cole’s grip tightened, his hips jerking forward. “Yes. That’s it, babe. Yeeeessss.”

  His forehead touched mine, his breath dusting my cheek, his whole body quaking with deep-seated satisfaction. He disposed of the condom before blanketing me with a comforting weight, brushing his lips across mine. Stretching up, I deepened the kiss, owning the moment and taking exactly what I wanted. I wasn’t afraid to do anything with Cole in the bedroom. Not anymore. Here, we were equals.

  He gave my fingers a gentle squeeze and a pang tore through my chest. It was a pity the story was different outside of the bedroom, where Cole was filled with mistrust and derision.

  But he wanted me, and no one had ever been so raw or honest. That was what allowed me to let the first curl of self-belief take hold in my heart, that what I wanted might lie within reach.

  Logan had treated me like a plaything, going through the motions, living up to some ideal instead of letting go to really feel. My mother had wrapped me in artifice, compelling me to live on the surface and shroud my true emotions until I’d become a parody of a living, breathing Barbie doll.

  Until now, I’d been willing to accept this as my life. But Cole had awakened the truth inside of me and I didn’t know if I could go back.

  I squashed down the thought, not wanting to think too hard about that now, not when Cole was here. For him, I was willing to delude myself a little longer. Pushing myself onto my knees, I straddled his legs, keeping my lips on his, swallowing his breath down with my kiss as though it were the only thing keeping me alive. My kiss, my touch became driven by a frantic edge. His breath sucked in through his teeth as I gripped his already stiffening cock.

  “Fuck me. Hard.” I demanded, grinding my hips against his thighs, enjoying the feel of him. Rough and unyielding.

  His gaze locked on mine, the depths lit with ice and fire. “Show me,” he growled.

  I snagged up a condom, loving the jerk and twitch of his cock as I rolled it over his hardening shaft. Raising myself onto my knees, I positioned his length beneath me, soaking his head in creamy desire. I drew his cock up and down my slit, teasing as I pushed him inside me the tiniest bit, then pulled back to rub him against my clitoris.

  Cole’s hands tangled in the sheets, his jaw clenched tight. “Do it,” he gasped.

  I couldn’t wait. I eased down onto his cock, then rose again finding a fast, rocking tempo. I rode Cole relentlessly, driven by a frantic need to claim him as he had surely claimed me. The orgasm built up hard and fast and at the touch of Cole’s thumb to my clit, I clenched tight around him, heat exploding in a ball of pleasure that engulfed us both.

  Still it wasn’t enough. I barely gave us time to recover before I leapt on him again. Lips, teeth, breasts…I saturated myself in Cole’s pleasure, desperate to drink my fill, lest it be snatched from my grasp.

  Afterward, I lay wrapped up in his arms, too tired to move. I wish my brain had gotten the memo and would stop.

  This brief interlude was a solar flare, blindingly sweet but not enduring. I needed to keep reminding myself of that, in case I fell into the trap of wishing it could last forever.

  And it forced me to keep thinking about my own future. I couldn’t stay wrapped in the cocoon of another false world, no more real than the one my mother had created.

  I closed my eyes and resumed the flick and slide of my fingers across the smoothness of Cole’s skin, letting the reality of my situation sink in and envelop me.

  Sooner or later, my past would catch up with me. Sooner or later, I’d need to decide where I belonged.

  Jess ca
me home not long after Cole and I dragged ourselves from bed. She didn’t appear as please as I was to see him and they were quick to fall into sibling bickering, focused around what Jess was doing….or not doing.

  “I haven’t seen you do your stretches for a while.” Cole never seemed to be able to leave well enough alone. And he failed miserably at reading the situation where his sister was concerned, blinded by his need to protect her.

  “I do them in my room, when you’re not around to badger me,” Jess was quick to snap back.

  “Well maybe if I saw some kind of improvement.” Cole muttered under his breath.

  Jess opened her mouth to argue, but I cut in. “I’m heading out for coffee. Want to come, Jess?” I grabbed my bag and jacket from the rack by the door. “It’s single origin day at Kiva’s. Jamaican beans. You haven’t tried those.”

  “Ja’ makin’ me crazy.” The start of a smile appeared on Jess’s lips.

  “So, you’ll come?” I opened the door, as if I didn’t care whether or not she followed. I’d figured out early Jess was not a girl to be pushed.

  “Yeah. Wait up, I’ll grab a sweater.”

  “Why don’t I come along? My treat.” Cole shared a small smile of thanks with me.

  “Oh. Well, if you’re going, I won’t bother.” Jess stopped half-way to the door, obviously not ready to forgive his latest dig.

  If I hadn’t been looking at Cole when Jess rebuffed his offer, I would have missed the flicker in his eyes—the flash of hurt he hid behind a shrug and a smile.

  “No, that’s okay. You go ahead. I have to drop in and see Marcus anyway.” He carried on flipping the lid of his laptop down, grabbing his keys as if his sister hadn’t just stabbed him in the heart.

  I busied myself with my bag, not wanting Cole to know I’d witnessed Jess’s deliberate snub. I felt for him. Cole loved his sister. Anyone could see he would do anything for her. And I was beginning to understand his game, the way he drew Jess’s anger, set himself up as a target so she took her pain out on him. Not on herself.

  “You’ll be okay?” I couldn’t help asking.

  “Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” Cole dropped a quick kiss on my lips as he went out the door.

  I didn’t let him escape so easy. I slid my arms around his neck and drew him closer. His mouth softened against mine and I stroked my tongue inside his mouth, deepening the kiss. I pulled back slowly, tugging on his bottom lip with a gentle nip of my teeth.

  “Until later then,” I said, my words full of dark promise.

  Desire sparked in his eyes as he let me go.

  “Later then.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Cole

  Was I letting her get too close?

  I stretched out on the couch, my leg pushed up against Madison’s bare, short-clad thigh, watching the interaction between her and Jess. I’d never have imagined two women from such different worlds having so much in common. Topics I’d never thought Jess would have any interest in, like fashion, celebrities and the up-and-coming political elections.

  And me.

  I held back a smile, wondering how I’d gone from heroic older brother to the target of their humor in five easy steps. I enjoyed seeing them laugh. Jess was all-out raucous and in-your-face, whereas Madison had a hidden, almost shy type of humor. A quick thrust and parry before retreating behind her elegant put-upon charm. Captivating.

  Too captivating. Instead of finding out about Salamond Holdings, my days were spent ferrying Jess back and forth from college and my nights with Madison in bed. And afternoons. Mornings too.

  Too much time. So why didn’t it seem like enough?

  My attention caught on Madison’s long tanned legs and I knew the answer. She was exquisite, sexy as hell and funny and sweet.

  And I still didn’t know if I could trust her.

  I flicked my gaze to my sister. Was I inviting more trouble, having her live with Madison? Madison seemed to like Jess, but I knew Madison hid her feelings well, behind a mask of graciousness and polite laughter. I’d seen it too many times in others not to understand the signs.

  Thomas had been like that too. When I had started going to the same school, Thomas had seemed excited to have his cousin there. He’d done his best to stand up for me against his prissy friends. Until it hadn’t suited him any longer.

  My grip on my coffee cup tightened as bitter memories and old humiliations rose.

  “Come on, Cole.” Jess leaned against the counter, her face glowing with humor. “It’s no fun if you don’t bite back.”

  “Don’t worry about him,” Madison pushed up from her seat. “He’s obviously too old to keep up.”

  “That wasn’t what you said this morning.” I turned my scowl into a grin and tipped my cup at her. “In fact, I think your words were, ‘Ooooh, Cole, you’re so—’”

  “Ew. No. You are not taking me there.” Jess’s nose wrinkled. “Now, stop harassing the poor girl. We need to work on her résumé.”

  “A résumé?” That caught my interest. My gaze lit on Madison and I tilted my head. “Why?”

  “Jess thought it might be a good idea to look for work, seeing as I don’t have much else to do.” Madison got busy pulling her laptop out of the drawer, trying to hide her reddening cheeks. “You know. Get me out and about.”

  I sank back into the couch, pulling a frown. I hadn’t considered Madison getting a job. Was she looking for a way out?

  I rubbed at my chest, staring across at the two girls working together, heads bent over Madison’s laptop. As if she sensed my unease, Madison looked up and our eyes met. Fire on ice. She smiled and shrugged, but I had no clue whether she was unhappy with our little arrangement or if she was a victim of my sister’s misguided help.

  I tapped my fingers against my thigh. Obviously, more thought needed to be put into future living arrangements. I had fully intended to buy an apartment in town once construction started and move Jess in with me. Did I need to fast track those plans? I ran a hand through my hair. I didn’t want Jess left out in the cold if Madison decided to go back to her old life.

  “Creative flair.” Jess threw out suddenly and she jabbed at the screen. “Put that in the skills section.”

  Madison looked dubious. “I’m not that creative,” she protested. “And I don’t think shopping constitutes as an understanding of sales either.”

  “You are creative.” Jess wiped away Madison’s concerns with a swish of her hand. “I mean, just look at this perfect ensemble you put together for me today. Don’t you agree, big bro?” She twisted around to grin at me, flaring out her skirt and dropping a curtsy.

  I buried my head in my book and pretended not to hear. She did look good, better than good. Nice clothes helped, no doubt about that, but the healthy glow on Jess’s cheeks spoke volumes about her well-being, the extra bounce in her step instead of the tired shuffle she sometimes resorted to.

  Madison was a maestro at getting Jess exercising without her realizing it. Each morning, they made a four block trek in search of what Madison claimed was the only coffee place to go in Wellsford, even though they passed two other coffee shops on the way. Jess trailed after Madison to the gym each day, spending time in the spa after doing a couple of laps in the pool.

  Yeah. My sister was doing well. Which removed any lingering reasons I had to stay in Wellsford. I hadn’t achieved anything by being here. Marcus still hadn’t learned who was fucking with my development land. I drained the last of my coffee. I really should shift my ass back to Buffalo to tie up the last of the loose-ends.

  My home was here now. With Jess.

  And Madison?

  Even though I may not trust her fully, the thought of not seeing Madison again brought more than a hint of dread. Not an option. I wanted her to need me. To trust me. I wasn’t ready to lower my guard completely, but when I returned from Buffalo, I might consider renegotiating our deal. Maybe find out what other skills she had.

  Which led to all sorts of thoughts about t
hose long, bare legs spread out in front of me, her clit a delicious invitation…

  I swallowed a groan and Madison’s head came up, her mouth falling open as she met my blistering stare. Yeah. The quicker I got back, the better.

  “I need to get to class.” As if sensing the blaze of heat between us, Jess pushed to her feet and gathered up her books. “Don’t worry.” She waved me off as I started to rise. “Tash is picking me up.”

  I shrugged, my thoughts already on laying Madison down and getting rid of those itty-bitty shorts.

  Mmm.

  The room sizzled with unfulfilled promise. I didn’t even wait for Jess to close the door before advancing on Madison. Her squeals of protest at having her shorts and panties removed were quickly cut off, replaced by soft murmurs and moans of pleasure as I pushed her onto the couch and found a position between her legs that suited us both.

  “Will you miss me while I’m gone?” I growled, staring up past her belly, a streak of possessiveness gripping me hard. She damn well better.

  “I’ll miss you,” she said. She curled her fingers into my hair as I lowered my face between her thighs.

  “What will you miss most?” My breath blew across her sex, making her squirm. “This?” I kissed the top of her thigh, licking into the dip of her hip with a lip-smacking sound. “Or this?” I ran my nose above her hairline, down the other side until I’d positioned my mouth over her glistening slit. I spread her with my fingers to reveal the plump, pink prize below. “Oh, yes,” I rumbled, mouth salivating for her honeyed taste. “I’ll miss that too.”

  By the time I left Wellsford there wasn’t an inch of Madison’s body I hadn’t kissed goodbye.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Madison

  “Maybe I should get a job too.” Jess scanned the computer screen over my shoulder, taking in the pages of ads on the job seek website.

  “You’re studying law, what do you need a job for?” I grumbled, beyond disheartened by the number of vacancies I wasn’t qualified for.