She focused on his words and the way he’d said them…how he hadn’t held back. “I’m scared, Cole. What if something happens to you? Your career is way too deadly. I don’t know if I can—”
“No, Tomi. I’m not in the SEALs anymore. I retired two years ago.”
“You-you’re not?” She stuttered out.
“You don’t have to worry, baby. We all got out after our last tour.” Cole’s thumb slid over her nipple, and a spike of pleasure made her arch against him. Cole, still hard, pulsed inside her. “Fuck, you feel good around me.”
Cole started to move again, slower this time. “You submitted so beautifully, baby girl. I’m still hard from thinking about it.” His thrusts were gentle and deep this time. “You gave me everything I needed.”
Tomi grabbed his shoulders, free to move her hands now. Her nails dug into his muscles and she stared up at him in awe. “You didn’t give me much choice.”
His gaze darkened. “You held all the power, Tomi. Not me. You gave me your submission and I accepted it like the gift it was. I’ll treasure that gift always.” Cole slid his hands down her arms, threaded his fingers through hers and lifted her hands, pinning them on the mattress over her head. “Now I want you to take more, Tomi. Take all of me.”
Cole started to pound into her with teeth-jarring thrusts that tapped her most sensitive nerve endings. Tomi moaned. “I don’t know if I can.” The last one had left her shattered, but Cole was relentless.
“You can and you will.” He transferred her two hands to his one. Then he reached between them and lashed her aching nub with his fingers. Up, down, he pressed harder. The sensations took her by surprise, ripping yet another orgasm from her.
The world faded away and she felt like she was drifting over herself. Cole rolled onto his back and took her with him and she lay draped over his chest, spent and useless. When he pulled out of her, her womb clenched. Empty now, she could feel the tender ache between her legs. But it was her heart that throbbed the hardest. Cole had stripped her down and stolen her defenses. Longing gripped her and Tomi snuggled close, tucking her head into his shoulder.
“I love you, Tomi. More than you could ever know.”
The honesty in his voice was undeniable, and just like that, Tomi wasn’t worried anymore. Cole wasn’t going to leave. He loved her. He would take care of her.
And she was free to love him in return.
21
They spent the rest of the night in that bed, laughing and talking and making love. For Cole, it was surreal, so surreal that when he woke the next morning and Tomi was gone, his heart stopped beating. Had he dreamed it?
He rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow next to him, inhaling her scent. That was no dream. He lay there, savoring her perfect smell, and he was still there when Tomi padded barefoot into the room wearing only his T-shirt. He was never going to wash that shirt again. “Morning, sexy.”
“Thought you might like some coffee.” Tomi lifted up two steaming mugs. He’d been so enthralled by the sight of her, he hadn’t even noticed them. Her thoughtfulness touched him and he was on his feet in an instant, prowling like a hungry bear. He stopped inches away, took her chin in his hand. She let him tilt her head back, her blue eyes bright.
“You’re taking care of me. I like that.”
Her lips parted and a faint blush stole over her cheeks. Careful not to burn her, Cole took the mugs to the bed stand and then did what he’d wanted to do all morning. He lifted her into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. The shock of her naked heat, wet and warm on his hard cock stole his breath. “You are already wet for me, baby.”
Tomi’s back arched and she wiggled against his cock. “Cole…” The breathy way she said his name sent an explosion of dominant lust straight up his spine.
He clenched his teeth together, fighting the urge to bury himself inside her. He’d taken her hard last night. Repeatedly. “Are you sore?”
She wiggled again, her sharp little nails digging into his shoulders. “A little,” she said honestly, “but not enough to make me not want you.”
Cole growled and yanked her solidly against his flesh, rocking his hips against her core. His balls tightened at the sensation of her slick heat. “Does that feel good, baby?”
Her breaths came out in little huffs as she strained against him, seeking to put more pressure than he wanted to allow. Cole let her have her way for a moment. He backed up to the bed and eased down onto the mattress so that Tomi straddled his lap. She dug her knees into the bed and began writhing up and down his body, grinding against his hardness.
“You feel so good, Cole. Oh my God, too good.” She levered herself up, attempting to slide him inside her. He let her get the tip in before he gripped her hips and tossed her over his shoulder onto the bed. Tomi squealed as she landed on her back with a bounce. Cole moved on her in a second.
He stood and turned, grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the end of the bed. And then he was bending her knees up to her shoulders so that she was completely exposed to him. “Did I say you could do that?” he growled, savoring the way she shivered at his tone.
Tomi wrapped her hands around his, lifting the small of her back off the bed in supple offering. “Don’t make me beg.”
Cole’s eyes widened a fraction. Was she trying to order him around? Tomi’s fiery nature was finally rearing its head. “I thought we’d established who was in charge.”
Tomi quivered but met his gaze head-on, hers full of passion. Passion for him. “Dammit, take me before I die.”
Cole suppressed the urge to chuckle at her petulant demand, instead deciding to use this opportunity as a teaching moment. Tomi was going to be his for the rest of their lives, and it would go so much smoother on her if she learned the rules upfront. Not that he didn’t look forward to correcting her when she made mistakes.
Cole sat on the bed and splayed her across his lap—face down, luscious ass in the air. His large shirt fell forward and bunched around her neck. The temptation of her bared breasts commanded his attention. He splayed one hand on her back, his spread fingers nearly spanning her entire waist, and reached down with the other one and palmed her breast. “You always did have a sassy mouth.” He pinched her nipple, tugging just enough to give her a small bite of pain.
She squealed and attempted to roll off his lap. “What are you doing? I didn’t do anything wrong!”
Cole kept her planted firmly in place, her attempts at escape no match for his strength. He continued to fondle her breasts at his leisure, leaving Tomi to hold herself up with her arms.
“Since you’re going to be with me for a long time, it’s time you learned some rules.”
Tomi stopped squirming and craned her head around, staring at him with wide eyes. “A long time?”
“Forever.” Her already hard nipple beaded against his palm. Cole suppressed a groan. “You’re so responsive.”
“Let me up. I want to touch you.”
She was bossy too. And while he found that quality endearing, he couldn’t let her get away with it. He’d been looking for another opportunity to spank her perfect ass, and Tomi had served it up to him on a silver platter. Cole withdrew his hand from her breasts and placed it on her back and then began to rub slow but firm circles on her butt. He wasn’t a complete monster. He’d at least warm her up first.
“This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what you need and trusting that I know how to give it to you.” He emphasized his words with the firm squeeze. “And to ensure that happens, we need to set certain ground rules.”
He resumed warming up her skin, the friction of her satiny flesh beneath his palm driving desire to levels he’d previously only dreamed of. None of the submissives he’d taken on in the past had rid him of the hollow ache in his chest. Sure, they’d fed his need to dominate, but it had been like dieting on plain salad—he’d always been left hungry for more.
Tomi sated his hunger.
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nticipation surged through him. Chest tight with pleasure, Cole unleashed the beast inside him. He withdrew the small, rectangular shaped crop from beneath the end of the bed where he’d placed it earlier. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“This isn’t funny. Let me up.” Tomi slapped the floor and reared.
“Oh baby, you’re making this so much fun,” he chuckled. Unable to resist the temptation, he gave her ass a light tap. It wasn’t enough to burn, but it definitely got her attention. “As I was saying before, rules. Rule number one, I’m in charge in the bedroom. Which means you do nothing without my permission.”
Her spine stiffened delightfully beneath him. “I can’t touch you or kiss you without asking permission? How is that fair?”
He popped her again, this time with a little more force. “It’s not about being fair, it’s about feeding your need.” Smack.
She squirmed but settled quickly. “I need you inside of me. Now.”
His cock throbbed at her words. Cole closed his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, reaching for the restraint that had always come so easily in the past.
When he’d regained his willpower, Cole took a breath and resumed the spanking. “I’m going to show you what you need. And Tomi?” He leaned down and pulled her hair back from her face. “Feel free to scream if you want to.” Not that he’d spank her that hard. Tomi trembled at his words just the same.
His desire to put a little bit of fear in her accomplished, Cole rolled his shoulders and then let his crop fly, landing a quick, sharp slap on her left butt cheek.
Tomi squealed and shoved up from the floor.
“That is for trying to take control.” He smacked her right cheek and then her left again and then landed one right across the center. “That is for not asking permission.”
Her ass flushed a rosy pink. Tomi wriggled against him, but instead of trying to get away, she unconsciously lifted her butt higher. He slid a hand down the crease in her cheeks, tracing her slick folds and then her nub.
“Cole!” She gasped out his name.
The evidence of her arousal demolished any doubts he might have had about her submissive nature. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Are you ready for your real spanking?”
“Yes,” she sobbed.
Who was he to deny her? Cole rained down a series of stinging slaps, peppering her ass until she was gasping and begging.
“That is for your sassy mouth.”
Smack. Smack. Smack. He left no inch of space untouched. With each blow, Tomi arched and squealed, responding to him flawlessly. Continuing the momentum, Cole showered a series of strikes that left him hard as fucking granite and Tomi gasping. He tossed the crop to the side and slid his hand back to her pussy. While she’d been wet before, she now was soaking.
He lifted and turned her so that she straddled his lap. Burying a hand in her hair, he stared into her eyes. “Tomi?”
“Yes?” Her voice was little more than a breath, soft and pliant.
He had her exactly where he wanted her. Holding her gaze, Cole grabbed her hip with one hand, lifted her and impaled her on his cock with one hard thrust.
Tomi gasped, her pupils dilating. Tiny shudders worked down her body, but he wasn’t through. Not even close. “Who is in charge? Who is allowed to touch your body? Who is allowed to give you an orgasm?”
Her shudders turned into full-on trembling and she spasmed around him, milking him. “You, Cole.”
“Who do you want to make you come right now?” he demanded. He wanted to break down every single barrier she had. She needed to rely completely on him for her pleasure. Only then could she truly experience the full satisfaction of submission.
“You, Cole.” That last breathy whisper unleashed a dam inside him. His one hand still in her hair and the other on her hip, he began to guide her up and down his length, controlling the pace, thrusting slow but hard. Each time he filled her, she whimpered with quivering lips. But not once did she try to change the pace. She was fully pliant in his arms, allowing him to take charge. “That’s it baby, that’s it. You’re so perfect. Are you ready to come for me?”
Her lips turned down into a tiny frown and she made a low keening sound that nearly drove him over the edge. “Yes.”
He hardened his gaze, tightened his grip, and commanded, “Come. Now.” And then Cole yanked her down, completely impaling her.
Tomi opened her lips on a silent scream and spasmed around him. The force of her orgasm ripped his own free, surging from his balls with such intensity his heart skipped. Cole held her against him, rocking his hips with the aftershocks of their intense connection.
Tomi dropped her head to his shoulder, her body limp. He fell backward onto the bed, taking her with him, holding her until the tiny shudders inside her eased. He’d intended to use the spanking as a lesson for her, but instead, she’d taught him exactly how much of a fraud he’d been up until this point. She was the only real submissive he’d ever taken.
22
Tomi slipped on Cole’s T-shirt and quietly tiptoed from the room, coffee mugs in hand. Cole lay sprawled across the bed on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms. Her heart fluttered and she spilled a bit of the coffee over the rim of the cup. Damn, she’d known this would happen if she let herself fall in love with him again—she’d known he would become her everything again.
Tomi did an internal eye roll. She’d never fallen out of love with the man; she’d just been running scared. This was why she’d never returned to their hometown, never answered any of his letters or calls or emails. On some level, she’d always known there was no escaping their soul-deep connection, that if Cole ever found her again he wouldn’t let her go again…and vice versa.
But fate must’ve had its own plans in store for them. Tomi shook her head and quietly eased the door shut behind her. Cole’s relentless pursuit had been 100% effective at breaking down her walls. After all this time, he’d read her like an open book and given her exactly what she needed, just like he’d promised. He’d left her with no option but to admit to them both how much she loved and needed him.
Her womb clenched at the memory of their lovemaking, the tender ache between her legs a sweet reminder of what he’d done to her.
When Tomi reached the end of the hallway, she peered around the corner, hoping to avoid the twins. Although she wasn’t the least bit ashamed of what they’d done, she still wasn’t sure of what she’d say to them. The kitchen was empty and she blew out a long sigh of relief. She’d take the reprieve to gather her wits, steal some more time with Cole in bed. Then she could face them.
Tomi crossed to the coffeemaker and set down the cups, frowning at the spoon lying on the counter, she picked it up and studied it. She and Cole both drank their coffee black.
“Morning, beautiful.”
Tomi’s stomach flip-flopped and she dropped the spoon, wincing when it clattered loudly on the tile countertop. Behind her, Carter had silently entered the kitchen. With his wild blonde hair and light golden eyes, his looks were utterly devastating. Any woman would readily fall for him, but despite what he’d done to her at Cole’s bidding, Tomi’s heart didn’t even flutter in his presence. His light didn’t hold a candle to Cole’s darkness.
Tomi cleared her throat, realizing she’d been standing there too long without responding. “Morning.”
Like a tiger surveying its prey, Carter’s knowing gaze swept her from head to toe. “You look happy.”
His words surprised her, but they shouldn’t have. Of the Fury brothers, Carter had always been the most sensitive to what others were feeling. “I am.”
The corners of his lips curled up into a smile. “He’s happy too, you know? Cole went through hell when you left him. I’m glad to see you’re back. Really back.”
Guilt flared inside her with a vengeance. Her decision to break ties with him had been selfish. Stupid. She’d only been able to see her own fear and grief. Tomi licked her suddenly
dry lips and turned back to the coffee. “I thought he’d get over me. We were only really together for a year.” She dumped their undrunk coffee into the sink, set up the coffeemaker with fresh grounds and enough water and hit brew.
She felt Carter’s presence behind her and then his hands settled on her shoulders, turning her around. Although he wasn’t as tall as Cole, she still had to tilt her head back to look into his face.
“He’s loved you for your entire life, just like you’ve loved him. Or did some other blonde pain in my ass constantly pester me to talk to Cole on her behalf?” Carter reached up and grabbed a loose strand of her hair, wrapping it around his finger.
Tomi frowned and pulled her hair free of his grip. “Pain in your ass?”
“I’d say she was more of a pain in my ass, brother.”
Tomi peered over Carter’s shoulder to see Clint leaning casually against the doorframe. To anyone who didn’t know them as well as she did, they would appear identical. Except for the tiny scar on Clint’s right cheekbone—the result of stepping into a fight in which he was totally outnumbered. Tomi glared at him too. “Glad to know I was such a pest.”
Carter chuckled, backed up to the kitchen table and sat down. As if he were on rotation, Clint crossed to her, filling up the space his brother had just vacated. There was no emotional awareness in Clint’s gaze. “Did you enjoy last night?” he asked directly.
Heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment rose to her cheeks. Of course, she’d enjoyed it— and the fact that Cole had remembered her fantasy in such detail overwhelmed her. Clint leaned in, caging her between his arms as he braced them on the counter behind her. “I enjoyed it immensely,” he added.
Her stomach revved up into her throat—until she caught a tiny hint of amusement in his lusty gaze. Clint was up to his usual shtick, trying to put her on edge. Well, Tomi wasn’t a shy teenager anymore and she had no intention of being intimidated by any Fury brother.
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