by KB Winters
Cole shifted until he was on his knees again and his hands were once again gripping the back of my thighs. He hitched my legs up higher, moving my lower half until I was in position and the head of his cock was resting against the entrance to my aching cunt. I could hear him lick his hand and the wet sound of him sliding it along his hard cock, and I released his hair with one hand and moved it down to rub against his hand.
“I want to touch you,” I whispered. The sound of Cole’s soft groan when my fingers joined his, interlacing and pumping his arousal, made me feel smug for all of a few seconds, but then Cole removed both of our hands and leaned his forehead against my chest.
“Too much, baby,” he explained taking in deep, ragged breaths. “You’re going to be the death of me one of these days.”
I wanted to argue that Cole was more likely to kill me with his displays of strength and sexual prowess, but I wanted him inside me even more. Once again, I grasped his shaft enjoying the look of wide-eyed shock on his face before positioning him once again at the entrance to my cunt.
“No more waiting,” I whispered, tightening my legs around Cole’s waist and using my hand to guide him inside.
Our gazes locked and never once left one another. I had to force my eyes to stay open and not fall closed with the pleasure of Cole’s hard cock sliding deeply inside of me. He was thick and long, reaching places inside of me that no other man had ever touched. When his hips met mine, my breath left me in a gasp and I was overwhelmed with the sensation. I could feel Cole everywhere, outside and inside of me.
“Savannah,” he whispered as if he were the one overwhelmed with feelings. He shifted back, easing his cock out of me until only the head remained. I gripped his shoulders pulling him down fully on top of me and sought out his mouth as he thrust back inside.
My body arched into the sensation of Cole filling me and I whined every time he pulled out. I wanted to sink down onto his cock and never let it go, as crazy as that sounded. My hands gripped his shoulders, and I felt him shudder as my blunt nails dug in a little too deep.
“Sorry,” I whispered easing up on my grip.
“No,” Cole said with a shake of his head. He reached up with one hand and pressed my hand back down. “I liked it. I want to feel it. I want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see your marks on my skin.” He thrust into me, slow and even as he turned his head and kissed the inner skin of my wrist. When I gripped tighter again, his groan was loud enough it echoed off the walls.
His grip on my hip tightened as well and the threat and danger of his strength and what he could do made me keen with arousal. I knew instinctively that Cole would never hurt me, but I still wanted to see what he could do if given the right push and incentive. He’d carried me with one hand and had even done a shallow squat with me on his hip— I could only imagine what it might be like to have him hold me up against the wall and really let go of his restraint. In fact…
“Is that all you got?” I asked teasingly. My voice came out in huffs as Cole kept up his slow thrusting. “I thought you said I wouldn’t be able to handle you.”
Cole moaned, but said nothing. One of his hands came up to rest on the top of my head as he buried his face against my neck. His hips sped up, snapping against the bottom of my pelvis. His pecs rubbed at my breasts and our nipples occasionally brushed against one another with delicious friction. I moaned as I felt my inner walls clench unbelievably tight.
“Fuck,” Cole hissed out as his hips stuttered before slamming in deeper and harder than they had been before. I relished in the thought that he was losing control and cried out in surprise at how good it felt. “Sorry,” he gritted out as if he’d caused me genuine discomfort. His next thrust was gentler, but it wasn’t what I wanted— or what I needed.
I tightened my legs around his waist and pushed my hips up into him, forcing his hips to slam in harder than they had before. “Again,” I whispered breathlessly, frustrated by his gentle thrusts. “Do it again. Fuck me harder, goddamnit and make me come!”
My hissed words made Cole pull out almost completely and I held my breath. When he didn’t move again, I let out an angry groan and reached down to grip his ass in my hands. Even though I tried to pull Cole into me, his strength was more than I could overcome and I whined with need.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, my reservation completely gone and when Cole finally gave me what I wanted, I cried out in victory. His hips pounded back inside me with such force the headboard banged almost violently against the wall. I flung my head back with another loud cry as my back arched against the pleasurable feelings radiating out from my cunt. My blood was on fire, and I knew I was now ruined for anyone else.
Cole rutted into me, his back muscles bunching and releasing with the force of his hip thrusts. I’d never really believed in the existence of a g-spot, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt when his cock brushed in and out against my inner walls. One spot in particular made me writhe and practically lose my mind with each pass.
“You are so fucking tight, baby,” Cole growled as he fucked me open before the walls of my pussy clenched around him again. I tossed my head as if I couldn’t contain the feelings welling up inside of me, and I bit at the pillow case below my head to stifle the loud sounds of pleasure that were ripped from my throat. Cole’s hand cupped my cheek and turned my head until I was forced to release the pillowcase from my teeth.
“Don’t, baby. I want to hear every fucking sound of pleasure until everyone can hear how good you’re getting fucked.” His words were incendiary—pushing my pleasure even higher until I was almost struck mute with how good it felt. “Tell me baby, how does it feel? Is it good? Is it exactly what you wanted?”
I nodded frantically as Cole’s words hit my ears. I whimpered as I felt my body tighten with the need to come.
“Why?” I choked out, my body reacting to Cole’s need to push me further into pleasure. “How does it feel so fucking good with you?”
Cole’s hand shot up to clutch at the headboard and give more force to his thrusts. He didn’t answer, instead using his grip to put more force behind his thrusts, and I could feel myself falling headlong into oblivion. I let out a guttural cry as my body began clenching with the need to let go. I was vaguely aware of Cole whispering hot praises in my ear as he used his other hand to push back my sweat-plastered hair against my forehead.
“Come on, baby—I know you want to come again, don’t you?” I nodded again at his words turning my head until this time it was me burying my face into his neck. I whined as Cole’s hips began to lose their rhythm, and I knew he was as lost in the pleasure of our two bodies as me. “Just a little bit more, baby. You’re so fucking sweet for me, baby.”
“Please,” I sobbed. I could hear the blood rushing through my brain as Cole slammed into me, his body curling around me as he let out a loud groan. I swore I could feel his come marking me on the inside and that was all I needed for my final orgasm to wash over me. I screamed as every muscle in my body contracted at once, and my vision blacked out as I shook with the force of my climax steadily floating into blissful oblivion.
Chapter Four
“Ugh,” I groaned as I came back to the land of the living. I opened my eyes somewhat annoyed with the light that peeked in through the blinds of my window. My body ached deliciously, and I couldn’t help the smile that came unbidden to my face at the memory of Cole and my joining the night before. I closed my eyes again and reveled in the pleasant ache of my loins, and I knew that every time I pressed down on the bruise at my hip, I’d remember exactly what happened.
“You seem very smug right now.”
I opened my eyes again and smiled. “How do you know I’m smug right now? You can’t even see my face.” I turned around, noting the various aches of my body, until I was facing Cole. He looked even more gorgeous in the light of day, and I enjoyed the way his hair was sticking up in all different directions as if someone had been pulling on it for most of the night.
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��Definitely looking really smug right now,” he said again with a small smile.
I giggled. “Well wouldn’t you be feeling smug if you had just had sex with the most gorgeous guy ever?”
“I think if I woke up feeling like you do right now with another guy in my bed, I’d be feeling less smug and more confused.”
I laughed aloud before smacking Cole on the shoulder. He leaned in and gave me a kiss so sweet that I didn’t even mind his morning breath. I knew I could really get used to this feeling and I closed my eyes determined to enjoy it. The sound of Cole’s cell phone ringing was definitely not what I had in mind. Cole sighed against my lips before giving me a rueful smile.
“Sorry, baby. Let me check and see who that is.”
I smiled and waved him off. We had all day since his mother’s nurse was at his house for the day to help out. I was constantly amazed by Cole’s determination, especially in regards to his mother and her illness. His devotion to her as a son was more than admirable—it was fucking sexy. I sighed and leaned back against the bed as I heard him answer the call in the living room.
“What?!”
His yell made me sit up quickly, and I winced at how tight my muscles were. His exclamation worried me, but I wasn’t sure if it was my place to go in and ask if he was okay. Though we had been together every day since our last talk, we hadn’t yet had the discussion about exclusivity or permanence, so I still wasn’t completely sure where we stood with things.
Cole burst back in the room, his expression panicked, and I jumped out of bed. “Is everything okay?”
His expression was wild as he grabbed his shirt and pants, hastily putting them on. “No, I have to go.”
I nodded, grabbing my own shirt and throwing it over my head. “Okay, sure. Should I call you later, or do you want to call me?”
Cole didn’t look at me as he rushed from the room. I looked around trying to figure out where we’d thrown my pants last night. The way he was moving made my heart clench with worry and the need to make sure he was okay. I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally found my pants and I quickly pulled them up my legs.
“Cole!” I rushed out of my bedroom and down the hallway just in time to see the front door slam behind him. I stood in the middle of my living room confused—unable to process the abrupt turn for the worse the morning had taken.
I knew something had gone terribly wrong.
I just didn’t know what.
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Temporary Assignment
Book 4
By
KB Winters and Evie Monroe
Copyright © 2016 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Chapter One
I looked at my phone again for the millionth time in however many days, not a bit surprised to see there were no messages on it. Logically, I knew that checking my phone religiously would not produce a text from Cole—still, I couldn’t help myself. It had been a week since I’d gotten a brief message apologizing for his quick departure and assurances that everything was okay.
“Savannah, that is the fifth time you’ve looked at your phone since I got here.” Heather’s voice was laced with equal parts annoyance and concern, and I couldn’t blame her. I knew my behavior was unusual, but I somehow couldn’t bring myself to stop. I turned to look at her apologetically.
“I’m sorry.”
She held her hand up. “Don’t apologize. I’m not mad at you—I’m just worried for your sanity. The last time I saw you this wound up was when ‘He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Spoken-Of’ randomly showed up at school. I thought I was going to have to find you an oxygen tank.”
I grimaced at the mention of my ex, and the jerk had shown up in my office and begged me not to inform his wife about his and my illicit relationship. I was still embarrassed at the fact that Heather had found me after bawling my eyes out at my desk. That was definitely not a good time. “Can we not talk about that, please?”
“Of course,” Heather replied quickly. “I’m just saying your behavior is worrisome. It’s only been what, a week? I’m sure he’s just bogged down at work rescuing kittens or something.”
I gave out an involuntary snort at her words, though I had to admit the thought of Cole rescuing kittens was adorable…and fucking hot. I shook my head to stop the flow of my thoughts. “I know, I know but—”
“Did something happen? That night I mean?”
My mouth clicked closed as I tried to think clearly back to that night. “Everything was fine, honestly. We had talked things out and decided to pretty much start our relationship over and take things slowly.”
Heather nodded. “And Cole was okay with that decision?”
“Of course he was,” I snapped out in irritation. “He and I both agreed it would be for the best, so we could get to know one another rather than just—”
“Rather than just sex, I get it,” Heather interrupted, putting her hands up in surrender. “I didn’t think you were lying Savannah. You asked me for help, and the only way I can do that is if I totally understand what happened between you and Cole. I have no judgments, either agreeing—or disagreeing—with the decisions you two made.”
“I know, I just…” My voice trailed off as I sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to snap at you. I know you’re just trying to help, and I appreciate it. I shouldn’t take my anger out on you. I’m just worried and confused.”
“It’s okay,” Heather conceded. She leaned forward and placed a hand on my arm. “I’m seriously not judging, okay? Honestly, I just want to find this guy and break his arm in three places with a push pin for fucking you up this much.”
That startled a genuine laugh out of me. “A push pin? What happened to death by paper clip?”
Heather leaned back with a smile. “Done with paper clips. I evolved…kind of like a Pokémon.”
I shook my head with amusement. “You are so strange sometimes.”
She snorted. “Trust me when I say you have no idea. So what are you going to do about Cole?”
At the mention of his name, the smile slipped from my face. “I don’t know, honestly.” That was the truth. Other than by phone, I had no idea on how to get back in touch with him. Although I took his little sister home, I wasn’t sure if I remembered how to get back to their house, and I definitely wasn’t keen on having his sister think something was going on between us. She wasn’t the first student that I’d ever taken home, but typically house visits—where I actually went to a student’s home—were utilized when there was a problem or extenuating circumstances that warranted a personal visit—not for going out with said student’s brother. Even then, I always made sure to call the parents in advance in order to schedule a time that was good for them. Showing up unannounced and uninvited was definitely not my style.
“Well the way I see it, you have two options,” Heather said with certainty.
“Okay.”
She stood up from the couch and began pacing. “You can wait for his phone call and hope that the dipshit will give you a suitable fucking excuse. I seriously doubt it though since he’s a man, and men are notorious for—”
“Heather,” I interrupted.
“Fine. You can either wait for his call, or you can call him yourself and let him know you need answers.”
I sighed. I knew she was right, but I didn’t have to be happy about it. “You’re right—I know you are.”
“Of course I am,” Heather huffed. “So the question remains, what are you going to do?”
I didn’t have an answer. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to jump in the car and drive around until I could find Cole’s house, and then I wanted to barge in and demand some answers. “I’ll just wait to see if he calls me.”
I could see Heather’s disappointment at my response, but I pushed past it. “We haven’t even been dating all that long, s
o there’s really no point in me getting all worked up about it. I’m sure he’s busy with work or taking care of his mother. You know he takes care of her and his younger sister.”
“Yes, I know. You told me. A bazillion times.”
I ignored her tone, stood up from the couch,and continued. “She’s really sick, so I’m sure he’s probably just overwhelmed with all of it. Me being a bother isn’t going to help the situation in any way.”
Heather stood up beside me. “But Savannah—“
“No,” I cut her off with a wave of my hand. “Thanks for coming over. You’ve given me a lot to think about and helped me understand how I’m feeling, but I think I’ll be okay now.”
Heather looked at me for a moment, and I made myself stare back calmly. I knew she didn’t believe me, and I was sure she was aware I knew, but thankfully, she didn’t push. With a sigh she leaned forward with her arms spread, and I obliged by moving into the hug.
“Just think about things, okay? That’s all I’m asking. I don’t know why you don’t call him if you want to talk to him. I mean— we’re grown-ups. Not high school kids—teacher—principal, yes. Hormonal high school girls…no. Call him.”
I sighed and nodded an okay, not trusting my voice right then. Truthfully, I was afraid that my reticence to go full tilt into a relationship was going to come back to bite me in the ass in terms of Cole leaving. Maybe it had already happened and I just needed to get with the program.
“Why don’t we go out tonight?”
Heather jerked back until she could look up at me. Her expression was a little confused. “The club? But why?”
I shrugged, feigning nonchalance at her question as I pulled away from her embrace. “Just because. I mean, why not?”
“Uhm, because you’re waiting for a phone call—or making one and that might change your night time plans.”
“No,” I said, sounding much surer than I actually felt. “I am so done with waiting around for guys. I waited around for my ex to finally want to move in with me only to find out that I was an unknowing accomplice in an affair—”