Whiskey and Honey: Can a forbidden fling be real love? (The Empire Records Series Book 1)

by Heather Lauren

  “What the fuck, Cole. Put her down.” Fuck, Marcus saw it. I gently set her down and back up to look at her. Her eyes are pinned to mine, her eyes screaming her anger.

  “What happened?” I say gently. She grits her teeth and closes her eyes tight. When she looks at me again, I see a flash of embarrassment, and she turns toward the parking lot. “Lyla!”

  She keeps walking, but I follow quickly behind, running in front of her.

  “Do I need to go back in there and murder someone? Because I will. I have no fucking idea what’s going on other than you’re clearly pissed off.”

  She finally stops but won’t look at me. Arms crossed over her chest, looking fierce and ready to brawl again.

  “Just tell me and I’ll take care of it,” I gently whisper, closing the distance between us. When she finally looks at me, I can see a ghost of smile that wants to cross her face. So of course, I push. “Baby if anyone hurt you, I will fucking destroy them, but you have to tell me who.”

  She steps closer to me and looks up, and a glorious smile breaks across her face in a wicked grin. “There was a dumbass fucker back there who grabbed my ass, so I punched him in the face and drove my knee into what I assume is a sorry excuse for a dick.”

  The smile falls with her words, but her shoulders lose the tension, and I place my hands on them.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” I say through gritted teeth, smiling down at her.

  “Yeah, well, it’s probably going to put me in jail. I’ve never hit anyone before, but that guy was such a fucking asshole I just reacted before thinking.”

  I look around for Marcus and our group and see them getting into the limo, so I bend down to her ear. “You’re not going anywhere tonight except my bed, but I’ll make sure you’re thoroughly punished for your bad behavior.”

  Without looking at her I pull her hand and lead her to our ride and help her get in. Her smile is beaming like a pair of headlights so I’m sure everyone inside is sure to suspect something, but I have zero fucks to give right now. We slide into a cab to a thunderous applause, everyone clapping for Lyla who brought a grown man to his knees. I join in and she is beaming red but this time with a huge smile. Hopefully feeling like the badass I know she is. She was embarrassed and I honestly couldn’t be prouder. The only problem I have with the situation is, I didn’t get to hit him.

  Slowly but surely everyone is dropped off, and we pull up to our house.

  “We actually have one more stop, please,” Marcus tells the driver to my happy surprise and gives us a nod goodbye. I get out and help her to her feet, trying my hardest not to run upstairs. As soon as I lock the front door behind us, the atmosphere changes and is suddenly charged, and sparks fly like hot embers.

  I grab her waist, my large hands around her small body only turning me on more and look deep into her lust-filled eyes. “I want you, Lyla. I have a million things to say, but right now I want to take you right here right now; do you want me?”

  “Yes,” her voice breathless, the word barely a whisper. That is exactly what I hoped to hear. I slide my hands down her thighs, and my fingers itch for her skin. Slowly I pull up the skirt of her red silk dress. The shorter it becomes the more her grin stretches, and when I have the fabric bunched in my hands above her hips, I grab her delicious ass, hauling her up effortlessly, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her arms wind around my neck, fingers digging in my hair, and she kisses me hard as I head toward the stairs where I will have her in my bed.

  16

  Lyla

  Cole’s lips on mine is an instant fan on the fire that’s been burning since I last had him. His soft lips contradict the roughness of his beard and only turn me hotter. I’m burning from the inside out with need for this man. No man has every treated me the way Cole has.

  Tonight was like a magical dream of every best date known to man, and he did it all for me. I’m bursting with emotions I’ve never felt before and so fucking turned on I’m going full porn star on him right now. Inside his room he breaks our kiss, still holding me by my thong-exposed ass as he smiles and tosses me on the bed.

  Excitement, anticipation, and nerves are all getting to me, and I giggle like a ditz, not being able to help myself. He stands at the end of the bed, staring at me like a starved man in front of an all you can eat buffet, his eyes roaming my body as I pull my dress higher and higher. I sit up and pull the silk fabric over my head, exposing my bare breasts, and toss the dress to a chair by his window.

  “You are so damn sexy.”

  I slide my thong down and throw it at him with a smile as I stretch out before him completely exposed, vulnerable for only him and loving the way his eyes roam over every inch of me like he’s on the edge of losing control. He works his suit jacket off, and I crawl over slowly on my knees and start working the top button of his shirt and watch his Adam’s apple bob with a thick swallow. Looking into his eyes, I bite my lip, and his mouth crushes mine in a searing kiss that makes me feel drunk. I release the last button, our kiss breaks, and he shrugs off his shirt as I make quick work of losing his belt and push his pants down to the floor. My hands can’t help but roam his incredible abs, chiseled chest, and beefy biceps. His body is smooth, perfectly waxed, and totally unexpected from such a lumberjack of a man. He cups his large hands around my face and gently holds me while pushing me back to the bed. Once again, I’m lying before him in a sexual offering and never in my life have I ever felt so beautiful and so wanted.

  I watch as Cole pushes his boxer briefs down and off, and in a blink, he’s covering my body with his. That soft mouth on my neck spreading wet kisses all over and I moan, not caring how overeager I might sound. I remind myself this is Cole. I’m safe and I can let loose and give him everything I have and know I’ll be okay. I realize in this moment that I trust him.

  He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my fingers pull his hair, wanting more. He presses his impressive erection against me, and I go crazy with need. My body feels like a volcano about to erupt. So hot and heavy and in dire need of release. His generous mouth continues a trail across my chest; stopping in the valley between my breasts, he pushes my girls together around his face, and my back arches to give him everything I can. His loud groan is like kerosene to my burning fire as he works further down my body, he licks and nibbles my breasts and ribs and finally my stomach until he looks up at me and groans again.

  “Baby, I have to taste you. I want to eat you and never come up for air. Is that okay with you?”

  “Fuck yes. Please!” I whine, still bucking my hips against him shamelessly. He lays his strong arm across my hips, stopping my movements, and I widen my legs for him.

  “Damn, baby, you are so wet. Your pretty pussy is shining just for me.”

  His sexy words send goosebumps across my body. Before I can agree, his hot tongue is sliding up my folds and circling my clit. I scream out in pure pleasure as fireworks shoot through my veins. Relentlessly, he works my clit with his tongue and reaches up for my right breast, squeezing and kneading it, building me up until he pushes a finger inside me. The pressure is amazing, but I can’t seem to get the words out of my mouth to tell him. I’m right on the edge and want so badly to fall over into bliss. Another finger pumps inside me and to my surprise I’m pushing back against it.

  Never in my sexual life have I ever allowed a man’s fingers inside me. I hated the idea of it, but everything Cole does to me is magically delicious. I scream his name, and he pulls out his fingers, but before I can object, he sticks his tongue inside me and pinches my clit at the same time. I fall apart and my whole body shakes with my explosive orgasm, but his tongue doesn’t stop. He continues to lick me, slowly eating up every drop of my release as I calm down.

  Breathing hard, I run my fingers into his hair and pull gently, beckoning him to my waiting kiss. No man has ever made me come before—I have always had to do it myself and be left unsatisfied—but as soon as his mouth is on mine again, I feel the build coming on stronger and
stronger. I am nowhere near done with this diamond in the rough.

  Our kiss is deep and unbridled, filled with longing desire to please each other. I can feel his adoration for me down to my curled toes. I push on his shoulder to get him to lie on the bed and I slide on top of him, straddling his cock and rubbing softly, our kiss never breaking. Our tongues dance and his fingers dig into my ass in such a delicious way. I arch, pushing my breasts against his bare chest, and he moans into my mouth. I start to rock against him, spreading my wetness up and down his erection. I pull back before I completely lose my mind.

  “Where are your condoms?”

  “Side table, first drawer,” he says then sucks my nipple in his mouth, and I moan in delight. “You taste so good, baby.”

  “Hold that thought.”

  I try reaching over to the table but still can’t make it. Cole notices me struggling and rolls me over onto my back while staying glued to me, like he can’t stand us not touching even for a second. His long hair falls around us, and he reaches into the drawer beside us without ever looking away from me. As though we were in our own world where we can and will do everything we ever wanted to each other. No longer a fantasy but a dream come true, right here right now. He rolls on the condom, and I spread my legs wider under him, wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I feel the pressure of his head at my entrance, and my eyes flutter closed as he slowly pushes inside me. The feeling is overwhelming in the best way. He lowers his forehead to mine.

  “Look at me, baby, be here with me.” My eyes spring open and my breath is taken away by the storm of emotions swirling in Cole’s eyes. My chest aches, and I know my eyes mirror his, and the experience is out of this world. Pumping faster, he nuzzles into my neck in a sweet and intimate way as I run my fingers through his hair, holding him as close as I can. Sweat layers our bodies and our sounds fill the room.

  “Oh, fuck yes, Cole, yes!”

  Growling, he changes the rhythm and grabs my hip with one hand and drives harder and it’s my undoing. I come again and shake as I scream his name. He bites my shoulder, making me arch into him, and as I quake beneath him, he thrusts a few more times and stills deep inside me. I feel his cock pulsing and feel claimed. Like he’s marking me and ruining me for all other men. We ride our orgasms together, moving slowly for a long drawn-out minute.

  Too soon he pulls out, removes the condom, tossing in his bedside trash can and joins me in bed. I rest my head on his chest and press my entire body up against his solid, warm muscles. A few minutes pass and we finally catch our breath. The slow rise and fall of his chest lulls me to sleep, sated and oh so satisfied.

  My eyes still heavy, I feel the bed move as my body wakes up with the scent of Cole, and memories of our night together flood my mind and make me smile.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” Cole said with his lips against my ear and ending it with a kiss to my lobe.

  “Mmmmm,” is the only thing I could come up with in response.

  As happy and joyous as I am this morning being the lucky woman waking up in his bed, I still feel nervous. The last time we were together he bailed and avoided me like a sink full of dirty dishes. I didn’t care as much then as I do now. Now if I open my eyes and he asks me to leave…I know it’ll hurt. This is all new territory for me; I’m usually long gone by now, but I want more with Cole, and I can only hope he wants that too.

  Taking a deep breath, I’m greeted with the aroma of fresh coffee and his leathery cologne. Slowly I open my eyes, and I’m met with his kiss, and my laugh is swallowed when he deepens it. Suddenly I’m on fire again despite the light ache between my legs. I push my hands through his glorious hair and pull his face harder against mine, pulling his body over mine. I twist and he follows my lead and lies down as I climb him. He’s in pajama pants, but I’m still naked, and he reaches his hands between us and grips my breasts in a strong kneading, pleasing grasp. I moan into his mouth and quickly break the kiss and work my way down his body.

  Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his pants, I pull down slowly, letting my breasts caress him on my descent and am rewarded to find he’s already erect and waiting for me. I smile bright, excited to take charge of his pleasure the way he did to me last night. I start by licking him but soon suck him deep into my mouth and listen to his joy along with whispers of my name and how good it feels.

  My core begins to throb with want, but I continue bobbing my head and taking him deeper and faster until he stops me with his hands on my shoulders. He’s sitting up now and pulls my legs around him until I’m sitting on his cock, breathing heavy with want.

  “Condom?”

  He leans over and beside the mug of coffee he grabs it and tears it open with his teeth. I lift up just high enough to allow him to roll it on and then slide down hard on top of it with fierce determination. His head flies back.

  “Oh, holy fuck, Lyla. Shit, that feels so fucking good.”

  He wraps his big arms around me, pressing us together firmly and passionately, and I start to ride him slowly, my own pleasure making it hard to pick up my pace. Then he starts kissing and nibbling my neck. The roughness of his beard and the bite of his teeth have me grinding against him faster and faster.

  Wanting more control, I bring my hands to his shoulders, and he loosens his grip. I pick my legs up and stand only slightly to be able to drop down on him. Up and down I ride, dropping down as hard as I can, and we both yell each other’s name in ecstasy. He bucks up into me, meeting my force, and we ride until we both fall over the cliff together. I shake above him, and he rolls over to lay us down as we slowly come down from our amazing orgasms.

  “Best. Morning. Ever,” he says, breathless, and I couldn’t agree more. Not that I could talk right now over trying to catch my breath.

  “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

  17

  Cole

  I could feel her breathing evening out as she lay on my chest. I didn’t want the moment to end. She feels so warm and soft pressed against me. Her hair tangled with mine, I wondered if we might be stuck together in knots. I am for it; I don’t mind the idea of being stuck here together, but I also don’t want an angry Marcus to walk in on us like this without talking to him first.

  “Baby, I don’t know what time Marcus is coming home. He was still out when I got coffee, but this isn’t exactly how we should talk to him about us.”

  “Us, huh?” she says with a big toothy smile and a lift of her chin to look up at me.

  “Yeah. Remember those million things I really wanted to say last night, before you seduced me and rocked my fucking world?”

  She giggles and those gorgeous green eyes spark just for me.

  “That’s not exactly what I remember but I’m following.” Rolling over I push her back against the mattress with my body. I brush the hair back from her face running my knuckle over her soft cheek just to keep touching her. I wait a minute trying to pull my words together suddenly very nervous. I clear my throat.

  “I don’t do relationships very well, and I never say the right things. Including now, I’m sure, but…” I take a deep breath and watch as her eyes whirl with light and dark greens. “I’m trying to say that I really want to be with you. I love being your friend, but I want more. I’m scared to death to fail you and not add up to being much of a boyfriend, but I promise you right here and now I will give it everything I’ve got if it means I can be with you. Spend every day and every night by your side. You, Lyla, make me want to be a better man, and I just hope you’ll give me the chance to show you.”

  “Holy fuck, Cole.” She has tears in her eyes just waiting to spill down.

  “Damn it.” I sigh and shake my head and go to get up knowing I already fucked this up because of course I did. But before I can move far, her hand grabs my cheek and I brace myself as I look her in the eyes.

  “No, stop. Look…” She swallows hard and looks away for a few beats before continuing. “That was by far the nicest thing anyone has e
ver said to me, but I don’t deserve all that. You don’t have to try to be anyone other than you because I like you just the way you are, and I’m not someone who will ever want to change you. I’ve never even been in a serious relationship, so chances are it’s going to be me not saying or doing the right thing here. Are you sure you want to be with a hot mess like me?”

  “Without a doubt I want you. No way you’re getting away from me now,” I say with a big shit-eating grin, over the moon happy to hear she has no expectations. Which I should have known because Lyla isn’t like any other woman in this world. She’s strong and tough and understanding beyond belief. The perfect match for me. Which is also terrifying, but I feel it in my bones that it will be worth it.

  “Say you want me back, Lyla, and I’m yours.”

  The tears finally make their way down the sides of her temple and onto the pillow, and she whispers the words I will remember for the rest of my life.

  “You are mine, Cole.”