“Do it,” I demanded, pushing back against him. “Fill me up.”
That was all it took. With a guttural roar, Cole slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his release flooded me. The feeling of his hot cum filling me pushed me over the edge. I came untouched, my cock spurting across the polished wood of my father’s desk as waves of pleasure crashed through my body.
For several long moments, we stayed frozen in that position, both of us panting, my cheek pressed against the cool surface of the desk, Cole’s weight heavy on my back.
“Holy shit,” I finally whispered, my voice hoarse from moaning. “You were more pent up than I thought.”
Cole’s grip on my hair loosened, his hand moving to stroke the back of my neck almost tenderly. “Yeah,” he agreed, his breath hot against my ear. “I was.”
Slowly, he pulled out of me, and I winced at the emptiness that followed. I felt his cum dripping down my thigh as I straightened up, turning to face him. His chest was flushed,sweat glistening on his skin in the afternoon light streaming through the office window. He’d never looked more gorgeous.
However, what I wasn’t prepared for, was the look in his eyes. There it was again, shame and guilt. I reached up before he could pull away, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You’re coming with me, right now,” I said, pulling him out of the office and toward the stairs.
“Jesse… I…”
“Cole,” I said softly, turning to face him eye to eye. “If you don’t come upstairs with me right now, I’m going to tell everyone on this ranch what you just did to me.”
His face turned white as a sheet in an instant. “You… You wouldn’t do that…”
“I would and I will if you try to run away from me right now.” I grabbed his hand. “Now comeon.”
Chapter 18
Cole
Iallowed Jesse to drag me upstairs into the bathroom. He shut the door behind us, turned on the shower, and came back to me. Without a word he began to strip me out of my clothes. And for some reason, I just stood there and allowed it. Before long he was pulling me into the shower with him, his arms wrapping around me from behind as the hot water sprayed over us.
“Alright,” he said with a sigh. “The house is empty, the shower is on, and we’re all alone.” His hands crisscrossed over my chest, holding me tight. “Now will youpleasetalk to me, Cole?”
I stood there, feeling his body pressed against mine, the water cascading over us both. The warmth should have been comforting, but all I felt was panic rising in my chest. Talk to him? About what? About how I’d just bent him over our father’s desk and fucked him senseless? About how I couldn’t stop thinking about him no matter how hard I tried?
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I muttered, though I didn’t pull away from his embrace. I couldn’t bring myself to. Not anymore.
“Bullshit,” Jesse said, his breath hot against my neck. “You can’t keep doing this, Cole. You can’t keep fucking me and then acting like it disgusts you right after.”
His words hit me like a physical blow. I closed my eyes, letting the water run down my face.
“It’s not... it’s not disgust,” I finally admitted, my voice barely audible over the shower.
“Then what is it?” Jesse pressed, his arms tightening around me. “Because every time we’re together, you look at me afterward like you’ve committed some kind of crime.”
I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “Maybe I have.”
“No,” he said firmly, turning me around to face him. Water dripped from his eyelashes, his hazel eyes searching mine. “You haven’t done anything wrong. Neither of us has.”
I couldn’t hold his gaze, looking down at the water swirling around our feet instead. “You don’t understand.”
“Then help me understand,” he pleaded, his hand coming up to cup my cheek, forcing me to look at him. “Talk to me, Cole. For once in your life, just talk to me. I’m… I’m fucking tired of fighting, okay?”
The sincerity in his eyes broke something inside me. All the walls I’d built, all the defenses I’d constructed over the years… they all came crumbling down under the weight of his gaze.
“I’ve wanted you since I was nineteen,” I confessed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Before you left. Before everything went to shit.”
Jesse’s eyes widened slightly, but he remained silent, giving me space to continue.
“I used to lie awake at night, listening to you through the wall,” I went on, my voice low and strained. “Knowing it was wrong. Knowing Dad would’ve disowned me if he ever found out.”
