“My last class is next. I should be finished around two, and then I have to go into work around nine,” I say as I stand and turn to face him. Cole already has my clothes in his hand, and he brings them over to me, setting them down on the desk while he starts to get dressed, himself.
“I have a break around five for about an hour. That should give us time for grocery shopping, then I have to come back for practice,” he says, giving me a rundown of his schedule. I dress quickly in my bra and panties, but don’t quite get anything else on before his hand wraps around the side of my neck. “I’m picking you up from work. Wait for me. Do not walk anywhere alone,” he demands.
“It’s too late, Cole. You have to be to work earlier than my first class. You can’t stay up like that every single night,” I state.
He shakes his head, a smile tugging on his lips before he brushes his mouth against mine. “Baby, haven’t you figured it out yet?”
“Figured out what?” I ask.
“That I’d do anything for you? This job isn’t permanent. Before next semester, we’ll sit down together and figure out your schedule, figure out a different job, something that’ll give us more time together,” he rasps as he presses his forehead against mine.
I nod, unable to speak, unsure of what to say. He loves me. He said it first, and that makes me feel as though I’m on cloud nine. I allow myself to hope for an eternity with him; hope that I can be the kind of woman he wants; hope that this isn’t all a dream, and we’ll always be just this happy, maybe even happier.
JESSA
COLE AND I don’t see much of each other throughout the week. By Friday night, I’m ready to spend some time with him. Unfortunately, I have to work, and he’s at the football field. They have an afternoon game tomorrow.
Thankfully, I was able to get the afternoon off, but I had to trade for Sunday afternoon. It will be worth it, though, to see him down on that field, looking sexy as hell as he concentrates on his players and the game.
My lips twitch as I carry my tray of drinks to their destined table while I think about Cole, my Cole. Once I’ve delivered them, I turn to a table of newcomers, and my feet stumble as I fight to keep myself upright and not trip and fall on my face.
She’s there, Brittany, and glaring daggers at me. I decide immediately to have another waitress cover her table. After all, she stiffed me last time. I hurry to one of the other waitresses and quickly explain who she is.
“I got your back, Jessa. Fuck that bitch,” she says, narrowing her eyes on the back of Brittany’s head.
“Thanks, I really appreciate it,” I say, breathing a sigh of relief.
She smiles and tells me no problem before she’s off to take Brittany’s drink order. I give the entire area Brittany is in a wide berth as I work, trying my hardest to ignore her presence. It doesn’t work. I can’t keep my eyes from drifting over to her table. Each and every time I do, her gaze is focused completely on me while she sips her bright colored cocktail.
Letting out a sigh, I turn to another new table of patrons and freeze, yet again. Trent is sitting right in front of me, a group of men with him, including Russ. I watch as Russ’ eyes trail my body, and he makes me feel dirty just with his look. I want to pawn them off on a coworker, but I don’t. I need to be an adult, and this is my job. Plus, I already pawned off bitchy Brittany.
“Welcome to Bison Witches, can I take your drink orders?” I ask, trying not to look at any of them. Instead, I focus on my notepad and pen.
“Yeah, babe, get me coke?” Trent asks. He reaches out to trail his finger up my thigh, right at the hem of my short skirt.
I bat his hand away and try to take a step back, but he doesn’t let me. His hand returns, and this time wraps around my thigh, his fingers squeezing my flesh. The rest of the guys order, and Russ grins widely as though he’s got some kind of secret.
“You need to let me go,” I grind out, tipping my chin to look into Trent’s eyes.
He smiles his normal, shit-eating, big-man-on-campus-grin. I hate the smugness of his smile and the way his dark eyes roam over my face before his fingers move up the inside of my leg.
My eyes widen, and I force myself to step back, to shake out of my shock that he’s doing this in public. He releases me with a laugh that causes me to stumble backward. I look up to see Keith is smiling, like this table of douchebags, and it makes me sick—all of them.
Turning my back to them, I hurry to the bar, trying to keep myself from crying. Then I catch Brittany’s gaze. She smiles and holds up her phone before she says, just loud enough for me to hear, “Cole is going to love this,” she cackles. “Though, not as much as he likes the selfies I send him,” she clucks as she stands up and throws some money on the table.
“Selfies?” I ask, stupidly—so very stupidly.
She grins wide and her deep throaty laugh fills my ears. “He hasn’t told you? Yeah, I send him about one every couple of days. I know he always loved my pussy, so I keep showing him what he’s missing out on.” She doesn’t say anything else as she turns and walks away from me, leaving me standing in complete shock in the middle of the busy Friday night crowd.
“Jessa?” Ray, the bartender on shift, asks from behind me. His hand gently wraps around my elbow from behind.
“I… I need to get drinks,” I mumble.
“Jessa, you need to take a break, maybe even go home for the night,” he grunts as he takes my notepad from me. “You got someone you can call to come and get you?” he asks.
“I can’t. I need the money. I can’t just go home,” I lamely state.
He shakes his head with a grunt. “Jessa, the bitch just tore you to shreds, and that table of dickheads are looking at you like you’re their only meal for the day. That one touched you, and I almost broke his fucking arm off,” he growls.
“Ray?”
“Got a little sister your age, Jessa. A man put hands on her like that, and I’d break his arm then ask questions later,” he murmurs.
“He’s my ex,” I admit. Ray nods.
“You gonna call someone to come get you?”
I nod and pull my phone out of my apron. “I can call my boyfriend,” I murmur.
“Good girl,” he grunts. “Now, go in the back and wait for him. What’s his name so I can send him back to you?”
“Cole Bronson,” I whisper.
Ray’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he grins. “Coach Bronson is your man? Fuck me, I don’t see him as the kind of man that would be cool if some punk on the team touches his woman.”
“No, he probably won’t be,” I whisper.
Ray chuckles, his blue eyes practically glittering with excitement. “Call your man, Jessa,” he grunts.
I scroll through names before I find his and press send as I hurry toward the back room. Cole picks up on the second ring, and I tell him that I’m off early, neglecting to tell him exactly why. I also tell him to talk to Ray behind the bar, and that I’ll be waiting for him in the back. He demands to know what’s going on, but I refuse to tell him.
Once I’m off of the phone and I’ve gathered my purse, I sit down and close my eyes. I imagine the look on Cole’s face when he gets that terrible video, or pictures, or whatever Brittany is going to send him. I try to keep my breathing even, calm, cool, and collected. I try, but I fail.
“Baby, what the fuck?” Cole’s voice shouts.
I struggle to look up at him, my lips trembling. I can’t say anything, and nothing comes out as I look at him. He’s beautiful, standing in front of me, his hair messy, his jeans fitting his body like a second skin, and his t-shirt the same, tight and showcasing all of his muscles. His pale green eyes focus on mine as my breath hitches. He looks so concerned as he crouches in front of me. His hands wipe at my cheeks, and it’s then that I realize I’m crying.
“Did that fuckhead say something to you? Why are you crying?” he murmurs, his brow furrowed and worry etching his features.
“Can we go home?” I whisper.
Automatically, I curl into his side as his arm slides around my shoulders, and he pulls me even closer to him. We hurry out of the restaurant, and I think that we’re in the clear from Trent seeing us until we get outside. Then I hear his voice call my name, causing Cole to bite out a curse as our feet stop and we turn around.
“What in the fuck is this shit?” Trent shouts as his friends stand at his back, all of them wearing different expressions of shock on their faces.
“Trent…” I let his name trail off from my tongue.
Trent takes a step toward me. “So he’s why you broke it off with me? After four years, this is why you left me?” he snorts.
“It’s not like that,” I whisper.
He throws his head back laughing, taking another step. Cole moves so that I’m behind him and he’s between me and Trent.
“No closer, Keller,” Cole growls. “I think you’ve hurt her enough, don’t you?”
Trent laughs, but it’s completely devoid of emotion. It’s harsh and humorless. His gaze cuts to me as I peer around Cole’s shoulder. “Tell me what it’s like, Jessa? Is it like you wanted a man to take care of you, you wanted someone who was stable, someone who would hold you up on a pedestal, so you picked some fuck old enough to be your daddy?”
I gasp at his words as the boys behind him laugh. He doesn’t know me, that much is evident. Cole growls, but I wrap my hand around his side and fist his t-shirt. “Let’s go home,” I whisper.
“Leave her alone, Keller,” Cole spits before he turns around, pressing his hand to the small of my back and propelling me forward.
“At least you picked an old fuck that was single, unlike your whore of a mother,” Trent yells out. My feet stumble at his words, but I don’t look back—I refuse.
Cole helps me inside of his truck, and we ride back to his house in silence. I stare out of the window for the few short blocks and think about what a fucking mess tonight was.
What are the odds that both Brittany and Trent would come into Bison Witches at almost the exact same time? I figure it’s all just my luck, since I have none at all.
COLE
I WANT TO rip that little punk’s fucking head off. No, I want to rip his little pecker off and then rip his head off and shove it down his neck. Yeah, that’s what I want to do. I try to keep my anger in check as Jessa and I walk into the house. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I reach for it when Jessa’s hand snatches it out of mine in a flash.
“Baby?” I ask in confusion.
She holds the phone in her hand not looking at it, but instead looking terrified. “Does Brittany send you naked pictures of herself?” she asks out of nowhere. My entire body freezes in its spot. “She came in tonight before Trent. She took video or pictures of Trent grabbing me. Then she told me that since you loved her pussy so much she had been sending you pictures to remind you of what you’d been missing,” she explains.
Fuck.
Fucking crazy as shit Brittany.
Then, something else Jessa just said sinks in and my eyes narrow.
“He touched you?” I growl.
Jessa clutches my phone in her hand before she speaks. “Yeah, he grabbed my leg. I pushed him away more than once. That’s when Ray suggested, no, demanded I call someone to come and get me. He’d seen the way Brittany was all in my face, and then with Trent manhandling me, he said I’d had enough for the night. But, Cole, that’s not the point.”
“I’ll kill him,” I state.
“Cole!” she shouts.
My body jerks. I’ve never heard her raise her voice, and it surprises me, breaking my thoughts of dismembering Trent and causing me to focus on her again. “If I went to Brittany’s texts, what would I find?” she asks, her voice sounding so fucking small it makes my heart ache.
Closing the distance between us, I take the phone from her grip and toss it on my sofa. Then I slide my nose alongside hers before I move my mouth, my lips almost touching her lips.
“You’d find what she said you would. You’d also discover that I haven’t opened any since the first; and every time I’ve gone to block her, I get distracted, so I haven’t, yet. I could give a fuck about Brittany, Jessa, I’ve told you that before and I meant it. I don’t miss a goddamn thing about her. Why would I when I have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted or been inside of right here in front of me?”
“Cole,” she murmurs against my mouth.
I let one of my hands glide up her spine to twist in her hair. The other wraps around her hips as my lips press against hers and my tongue plunges inside of her mouth. I taste her, and I moan, because I wasn’t lying. Jessa is the sweetest taste I’ve ever consumed—her mouth, her skin, her pussy, every fucking part of her is sweet as candy.
“Baby,” I breathe against her skin as my lips trail down her neck. “I need to fuck my sweet girl,” I rasp, feeling my cock pressing against my zipper. I know if I don’t bury myself inside of her soon, I’ll fucking explode.
My fingers lift up her short skirt before I drag her panties down her hips. She shimmies so that they fall to the floor. I wrap my fingers around her ass and give her a squeeze, loving the way she groans as her head falls back. I fucking love her heart shaped ass; how perfectly it fits in my hands, and how much she loves when I play with it, including her entrance.
“Cole, I want you inside of me,” she whines as her small hand wraps around my cock from the outside of my jeans.
“Fuck.”
She laughs, her husky tone going straight to my dick as she unbuttons my jeans and gently pulls the zipper down. “Mmmm yes,” she whispers, her lips trailing the underside of my jaw.
“Not here,” I grunt.
Wrapping my had around her wrist, halting her movement, I look at her. I’m trying to keep her from grabbing hold of my dick. I know that if she touches me, it’s all over, and I’ll fuck her right here—right now.
I wrap my arm around the tops of her thighs, from behind, and pick her up before I start to climb the stairs. “Cole, what about this Brittany thing?” she asks.
I think back to just a few minutes ago when she first mentioned her encounter with Brittany, and what that good for nothing bitch said to her. Fuck that cunt.
“I’m blocking her from my phone as soon as I’m done making you come so hard you see fucking stars,” I growl, looking up at her innocent face.
“But…”
I cut her off with a hard kiss. “But nothing. She’s a bitch. Her messages did nothing but piss me off, and this bullshit with her coming to your work, it’s fucking over. I’m ending it,” I growl.
“You can’t control what she does, Cole,” Jessa whispers as I round the corner into our bedroom.
I chuckle. “I can make it very clear that she messes with you again, work, here, in town, any-fucking-where, I’ll call the cops and have her fucking ass arrested for harassment. How about that shit?”
Jessa’s eyes widen and her mouth parts slightly. “Now, baby, take these clothes off and climb up on that bed. I’m hungry, and I have a taste for your sweet pussy.”
“Cole,” she exhales.
“Up, baby,” I grunt.
COLE
KELLER GLARES AT me in the locker room. We’re having a huddle before the game, and the tension is so thick between us, you could cut it with a fucking knife.
I’m surprised the rest of the boys aren’t watching us, waiting for the showdown, but they aren’t. Unlike Keller, they’re focused on the game, not wishing to lose a second one.
Patrick gives his same sorry-assed speech about winners and losers, about taking all and not giving a fuck who you leave behind, before everyone throws their hand in and shouts. Then there’s the normal helmet slapping and jogging in place to amp themselves up.
This, right here. This is what I love. The adrenaline rush right before a game’s beginning, the way you can practically
taste it in the air. That hope that’s in every single player’s eye. There’s nothing fuckin better.
“Ready to win this one?” John asks, slapping me on the shoulder.
I chuckle. “Fuck yeah, man. My girl is in the audience watching me, and I’m not going to let her down,” I wink.
“Jessa’s here?” he asks in surprise. “I can’t get Tiffany to come to a game to save my life. Maybe she’ll come with Jessa next time?”
I think about his words and smile. “Jessa would probably love that. She’s sitting with her old roommate, Ines right now.”
JESSA
I WATCH HIM walk out onto the field with John at his side, and my pussy pulses at the sight of him. He’s wearing a pair of slacks and a soft polo-shirt. I know how soft it is because I ran my fingers along his side after he put it on, before he kissed me into a frenzy and told me that he’d have to finish it later. He left me aching and wanting, knowing exactly what he was doing the entire time.
“Girl, my professor is hot, but he doesn’t hold a candle to Cole,” Ines says, nodding her head as she reaches into her bag of popcorn for a handful.
I haven’t seen her professor, so I can’t know for sure, but it doesn’t matter. I already know that Cole is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He’s also the kindest, gentlest, and sweetest man I’ve ever met. I blush thinking to myself that he’s also the best lover, hands down.
“He’s pretty hot. Eyes to yourself,” I scold. She throws her head back laughing.
We enjoy the game, and I’m glad to see that they’re actually ahead by the time we get to halftime. Ines and I decide to go to the bathroom during the break, not able to avoid it, having had one too many cokes.
“Holy shit, did you see when they zoomed in on Coach Bronson?” a girl asks behind me. I grin as I slide my eyes over to Ines, who is smiling right back at me.
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