by Piper Rayne
Cole sighs and glances away from traffic, over at me for a second. “Are you usually eager to share your failures with someone?”
My forehead creases. “How is it a failure? It looked like a pretty legitimate business to me.”
He lifts his Starbucks cup from the holder and takes a large sip before answering. “Maybe it’s not a complete failure. But some months I’m barely in the black. Something my father never fails to remind me of.” Bitterness creeps into his voice.
“He doesn’t approve?”
I can only see his profile—regardless, it’s clear that he has a frown on his face. “No, my father doesn’t approve of anything that doesn’t involve increasing the Webber family fortune. Why do you think he and Chase get along so well? They’re exactly alike in that sense.”
“I didn’t realize that you don’t get along with your father that well.” I shift in my seat to face him better.
Cole shrugs. “My entire life has been spent trying to prove myself to my father. To him my distillery is a cute little side project that I’m dabbling in.” Sadness and disappointment ring clear in his voice and I want to reach out and hug him or something. Anything to make him feel better.
“But it’s not to you…”
He shakes his head. “No. I’m passionate about it. It’s what I want to build into a big business some day.” He laughs a bit and there’s a nervous edge to it as if he’s said too much.
“I’m sure that will happen.” I can’t help myself. I reach out and squeeze the hand closest to me before I think better of it. It’s not until he turns his hand over and squeezes mine back that I pull away.
“I think I can get an appointment with a distributor I’ve been talking to. If I can convince him to take Rock Hard Whiskey on, I won’t have to worry about breaking even every month.”
“Ashley mentioned that while I was waiting for you. It sounds like a pretty big deal.”
“The biggest,” he says and picks up his coffee cup again. “It’s the biggest opportunity I’ve had since I started the business.” He pauses to take a sip of his drink and then glances at me briefly. “What else did she say?”
My cheeks heat a bit recalling our conversation, which I am absolutely not going to tell Cole about. “Just stuff.”
He chuckles. “Stuff. Hmm. I know what she’s like so I can only imagine what that stuff was.”
Cole lifts his Starbuck’s cup to his lips, but glances over to me at the same time, pinning me with a stare I don’t want to look away from. He brings the steaming cup from his mouth and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. God, I want to kiss those lips again.
He glances back to the street and—
“Shit!” Cole slams on the brakes and moves both hands to the steering wheel, dropping his coffee cup into his lap. The cup falls at an angle and the top hits the steering wheel. The lid comes off and coffee sprays all over Cole’s lap.
The Jeep slams to a stop inches from the bumper of the car in front of us, and my seatbelt digs into my chest. My hands instinctively fly out in front of me.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” Cole yells and then immediately directs his attention to me. “Are you okay?”
His hand is on my thigh as if to make sure I’m still there and even though sex should be the last thing on my mind right now, the skin underneath my jeans heats under his touch.
“I’m okay,” I say in a breathy voice that probably gives away where my perverted thoughts are. “How about you?” I nod to his soaked shirt and jeans.
“Not gonna lie, this coffee is a little hot, but I think I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, but do you mind if we swing by my place so I can change before we hit the next spot? We’re not too far.”
“Of course, of course.”
We make the drive over to Cole’s and every block that brings us closer makes me more and more nervous. The only time I’ve ever been to his house was the night I met him.
Will I walk through the door of his condo and have every action come rushing back to me and if so how will I handle that? With complete mortification or will it make me want him even more? I know myself well enough to know that I won’t feel indifference.
He pulls the Jeep up a few yards from his place and takes the only empty parking spot on the street.
“Come on up so you don’t have to wait in the car,” he says.
I swallow past the lump in my throat. Time to put my big-girl panties on and find out.
22
I walk through the door to Cole’s place and… nothing.
Not one memory rushes forward. Much to my disappointment.
Cole leads me to the comfy-looking living room. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll just be a few minutes.”
“Okay, thanks.”
He heads to his room and I step into the living area. I don’t take a seat on the broken-in brown leather couch because I’m too jittery to relax. Every surface I look at I wonder if Cole pinned me up against that wall and kissed me, or was this couch where he made me come with his hand?
I stand there pressing my thighs together to ease my building need while I envision all the embarrassing acts that may or may not have happened.
“You haven’t told me anything else about that night,” I call out before I can stop myself. “You still owe me today.”
Cole’s heavy footsteps sound on the hardwood flooring and he comes around the corner from the hallway I know leads to his bedroom.
“Would you like me to tell you or show you?” He cocks an eyebrow.
My mouth drops open at both his words and the visual in front of me. He’s already removed his wet clothes, but hasn’t bothered to get dressed yet and so he stands before me wearing only tight, black boxer briefs. Tight, black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the large erection straining the cotton. There’s no doubt in my mind that he prefers to show me exactly what went down that night.
I’m still standing there taking him in as he closes the distance between us. “Well, what will it be?” His voice has a low timbre that I can somehow feel.
“Did we have sex that night?” I have to know. I have to. Because if I slept with this man and don’t remember it…
“No. We didn’t.” He steps closer toward me and if I reach out an inch I can run my hands down his toned abs. God, I want to feel those hard ripples so bad. “Not for lack of you trying, though.”
I tilt my head a bit. “What does that mean?”
“It means you were drunk, horny, and intent on having your way with me. You got your hands on my unicorn cock—your words not mine—but once I realized just how drunk you were I put a stop to things and tucked you into bed. Hardest fucking thing I’ve had to do in a long time, believe me. I didn’t want you waking up in the morning and regretting anything that happened between us.”
The girly part of me swoons and the womanly part of me simmers.
There is so much more to this man than I could have ever guessed. After what happened years earlier, I’d pegged him as a rich snob who was used to getting his way and slept with anything in a skirt. Now I realize that he works hard and doesn’t rest on his laurels. He has goals he wants to achieve and he feels things… deeply, if the hurt I saw in his eyes when he spoke about his father is any indication.
The most disconcerting part of it all is that every new piece of him I’ve discovered, I like.
A lot.
More than a lot, actually.
The only thing I don’t know is what he’s like as a lover. And I’m determined to rectify that right now. I’m tired of being afraid of what he makes me feel.
“I’m glad that nothing happened between us that night,” I say and finally reach forward to run my fingertips over the muscles in his abs.
Cole sucks in a breath and his stomach muscles flex under the pads of my fingers.
“It would have been a shame for me not to remember it.” I flick my gaze up to his eyes and he’s watching my every move
like a predator about to pounce. Never have I enjoyed being the prey so much.
“I could have filled you in on every detail.” He sends one hand diving into my hair and pulls me into him, pressing my breasts against his hard chest.
“As much as I enjoy the sound of you talking dirty, I think I’d prefer if you show me all the things that didn’t happen that night.”
Cole growls and then fuses his lips to mine. I don’t resist. Our tongues meet in a frenzy and I wrap my arms around him, enjoying the play of the muscles on his back as his hands explore my body.
He nibbles on my bottom lip and his mouth traces a path along my jawline and down onto my neck. I moan and allow my head to fall back to grant him more access. When I push my hands into his hair and pull, he groans and lightly bites my earlobe.
“That first night you came here there’s a lot of things I didn’t get to do that I wanted to,” he says against my neck as he continues to drive me wild, dragging his tongue along my skin.
“Like what?” I pant.
He pulls back and stands to his full height, his hazel eyes taking me in, devouring me.
“I didn’t do this.” He reaches forward and grabs the collar of the thin shirt I’m wearing and rips it off me.
And by that, I mean he rips it right down the middle, leaving it hanging open, exposing my white lace push-up bra. It’s a caveman act that soaks my panties.
I guess caveman is my thing.
I scramble to push the fabric off my arms and then reach back and unfasten my bra, letting it slide down my arms until it’s puddled on the floor with my shirt.
His gaze dips to my tightened nipples and his hands cover each breast—squeezing and tracing his thumbs over my nipples.
“I didn’t get to do this,” he says, bending down and sucking one of them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around. My hand comes to the back of his head and I grip his hair.
He moves to my other nipple and this time he clamps down with his teeth until pain spikes in my chest, only to be swept away when he drags his tongue across it over and over.
Cole drops to his knees in front of me and begins to remove my shoes and socks, then undoes my jeans—pulling them down my legs until I’m almost naked in front of him, in only my sheer, wet panties.
“I’ve waited way too long to see you like this again, Whit. I feel like a starving man who’s just come across a buffet.” His focus veers back to my eyes. “I plan to eat my fill.” His hand drops to his thick erection and he squeezes himself through his boxer briefs.
Aside from him ripping my shirt in half that might be the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ll be reliving this moment for weeks to come.
Unable to stop myself, I reach up and squeeze both of my breasts. Cole’s heavy-lidded gaze takes in every one of my movements as he continues to rub his hard cock.
“You’re going to fucking kill me.” His hand dips under the cotton of his boxer briefs and he strokes himself faster. “Keep touching yourself while I make you scream.”
It’s a promise, not a threat, and I hadn’t thought it possible but my panties grow even damper than before. I am primed and ready for him and I don’t feel like I can wait much longer to feel him inside me.
I continue fondling myself and Cole roughly yanks my underwear down my legs, his patience and self-control on the brink. His tongue trails a path all the way up to my neck again and he’s standing before me when he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.
“On the bed,” he says and nods his head in that direction.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I crawl across the bed on my hands and knees, giving him a bit of a show by swaying my hips side to side a little more than necessary.
When I turn and lie down on my back he’s pushing his hands through his hair and looking like he’s trying to muster up some restraint.
I wish he wouldn’t. I want to see him completely animalistic.
I lie there with my hands above my head and watch as he pushes his boxers down over his hips. They fall to the ground and he steps out of them, but all I can think of is how perfect this man is. How perfect his cock is. Long and thick and firm with the perfect vein running up the underside. Like a work of art.
He really is a unicorn cock.
While I’m busy taking him in he’s doing the same and reaches down and strokes himself a few times. I press my thighs together to ease the pressure because holy shit, I could come just watching him.
“You have no idea how many times I pictured this exact fucking scene,” his raspy voice says, pulling my vision to his eyes. “And never was it as perfect and inviting as this.” He strokes himself lightly and my gaze dips to his straining erection again while I lick my lips. I’m eager to taste him and drive him as crazy as he’s making me right now.
But I don’t get the chance because before I know it he’s crawling across the mattress, using his hands to spread my legs, and positioning his shoulders between my legs.
“I definitely didn’t get to do this that night.” His thumbs spread me and he runs his tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit. One of my hands dives into his hair and the other one grips the iron railing of the headboard above my head.
Cole laps at me again and again until I’m a writhing mess.
“I had no idea you’d taste so sweet, Whit.” His eyes lock with mine over my mound while his tongue traces lazy circles over my clit. He sucks it into his mouth and my hips arch up and I moan, the feeling too intense.
His large hand pushes me back down to the mattress and I whip my head back and forth, not sure I can hold off my orgasm much longer. I’m on the brink when Cole pulls away and the hand I had in his hair drops to the bed.
My eyes spring open and I give him a questioning gaze.
“I want you to sit on my face. Switch places with me.”
I don’t even have a second to make sense of what he’s saying before he takes my hand and helps me into a seated position. He takes the spot I was just in, lying with his back to the mattress, one hand behind his head. My eyes focus on his straining erection.
I could hop on right now and take what I really need, what I really want. As if he can read my mind he says, “Plenty of time for that later, sweetheart.” He extends his hand out to me. “Now come here.”
I take his hand and shimmy myself until I’m all the way up at the top of the mattress next to his head. Cole’s licking his lips when I glance down at him. For a split second I’m nervous because I’ve never done this, but then I take in the expression on Cole’s face—the pure lust, the abundance of need—and I know I have nothing to worry about.
“Now straddle me until you come on my face.”
I do as he says, lowering myself tentatively down, not wanting to suffocate him, but Cole is having no part of that. Both his hands grip my hips and he pulls me down until his face is pressed into my pussy.
He flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit a few times, hard enough that I can feel it, yet light enough that I’m writhing for more.
I grip onto the headboard in front of me and moan when he straightens his tongue and starts fucking me with it.
Oh. Oh, God.
Why have I never done this before? Because this is fan-fucking-tastic.
Eventually he moves back to my clit, sucking it into his mouth as one of his fingers slowly enters me, and then another. His other hand reaches up and twists my nipple between his finger and thumb.
I circle my hips as if I’m riding his cock.
When he arches his finger to hit my g-spot I’m a panting, quivering mess, so close to finishing.
“Come for me, Whit. Come all over my face.” He pulls my clit back into his mouth and sucks hard while increasing the pressure on my nipple.
His words are my undoing and I throw my head back, exploding into a million pieces, coming with a loud cry and jerking my hips back and forth to ride out my orgasm.
Cole is just as insatiable und
erneath me, lapping up my release until my quivering subsides.
I adjust myself back a bit and let my head fall forward to meet his gaze.
“We’ll be doing that again,” he says with a cocky grin. “But first I need to fuck you.”
I simply nod, still in la-la land after my orgasm and unable to articulate any words. He helps me get off him and I lie sated on the bed, watching as he rolls over to his night table and pulls out a condom from the drawer.
He lies back and expertly rolls it over his hard cock and then rises to his knees on the mattress.
“I hope you weren’t hoping for slow and gentle right now, because I’m going to make you scream until the police are kicking my door down.”
I nod, hoping Cole is a man of his word.
23
“Hands and knees. Ass out,” Cole orders.
I do as he says, wanting—no, needing—to feel him move inside me. My skin is on fire and my pussy throbs in anticipation.
He runs his hand over my ass cheeks a couple of times. “You make me want to do naughty, naughty things to you.” He pushes two fingers in, drawing a moan out of me. I let my forehead fall to the mattress and close my eyes, basking in the sensation of the steady rhythm he’s set.
Cole eventually pulls his fingers from me and trails them up toward my ass. He circles my puckered hole a few times and my breath hitches.
“Relax, sweetheart. We’ll save that for another time. Right now I wanna be balls deep inside that sweet pussy of yours until I make you scream.”
With one hand on my hip he lines himself up at my entrance and slowly pushes inside me. I release all the air in my lungs in relief. He holds himself there until I grow accustomed to his size.
I wiggle my hips a little, needing the delicious friction he’s capable of. He takes the hint and groans as he pulls out of me.
The sound is deep and raspy and I turn my head to look at him. His head is thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes are closed. He pushes in again slowly one more time, setting every one of my nerves on fire. I let my head drop to the mattress as he leaves me and then, as if he’s lost all control, he slams back into me.