My hands tighten in her hair, and she whimpers. “Is this what you want?” I growl, hating how right she is. That this is what we need. I hold her head in place and lower mine to where our lips almost touch. “I might hurt you.” Austin Lowes challenges my sanity and my patience. But fuck, I can’t deny that she was made for me. And I for her.
She gives me a sadistic smile as her arms wrap around my waist. “I dare you to do your best.”
“You know what those words mean to me,” I growl.
She closes her eyes. “I do.”
“You’re gonna regret that.”
Her lips part, and she begins to pant. “I hope so.”
I press my lips to hers. Within a second, I’m inside her, fucking her up against the wall of the pool as I swallow her moans and cries. Her back is up against the side of the pool, so I’m sure she’ll have marks. I can’t wait to see them while I fuck her from behind when we wake up in the morning.
I pull my lips from hers, and her head falls back, exposing her delicate neck to me as she cries out. Water splashes around us, and I hold her to me like she’s gonna vanish any second.
This may be the last time you ever see her.My mind thinks of this shit every second of every day.
It’s fucking exhausting.
“Cole …” She pants.
I pick up the pace.This may be the last time she says your name. Or can touch you. I wrap my hand in her hair again and lift her head so she has to look up at me. Her eyes are now heavy, and her lips parted. She’s so close. I bury my face in her neck and nip at her skin, tasting the chlorine on her.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, sweetheart,” I growl, never wanting to be without this. Without her.
Her nails dig into my sides as she pulls me into her, wanting more. Needing more. Her pussy tightens around me, and she cries out into the darkness. I follow right after her.
“I love you,” I tell her breathlessly.
“I love you too, Cole Reynolds,” she says in a soft voice.
I take her left hand in mine and look at her engagement ring. I proposed the other day here in the kitchen. Becky had come over to have breakfast with her before she went shopping with her mother and sister for the day. It wasn’t a big fancy show of affection, but that doesn’t matter to Austin. She’s not that kind of girl, and we’ve never had that type of relationship. She knows I’d kill for her, so me spouting some stupid fucking words about forever isn’t what she wants to hear.
I kiss her ring and then her lips again. When she pulls away, she gives me that smile. The one that makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.
“Let’s go to bed, baby. I’m tired.”
I carry her over to the steps. “Go on in. I’ll be right there.”
I watch her get out, water dripping off her body like a downpour. I’d willingly drown in it. Grabbing the towel I had for myself, she looks over her shoulder and winks at me. I smile at her. Once she is inside, the smile drops off my face, and I let out a long breath. I tilt my head back and lower myself into the water, sinking to the bottom. I sit there for as long as I can. My lungs burning for air. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this, and it won’t be the last. The need to kill is gone, but the rage is still there. When Austin looks at my fisted hands or narrowed eyes, and she hugs me or kisses me, she makes it better for the time being. But the moment she walks out of my sight, it’s back.
I get out of the pool and wring out my shorts before putting them back on. Then I do the same with my shirt I took off her and grab my phone. Walking into the house, I make my way to the kitchen for a bottle of water. I find Deke in the kitchen with a girl he brought over from the club. He hasn’t mentioned anything about the car wreck or Becky since that night before we left Collins. And for once, I can’t tell if he’s putting on a front like everything is okay, or if he has truly forgiven me and moved on. I hate it. I want to ask him, but Deke’s like me. He’ll come to me when he wants to discuss it. And it’s not like he’ll have to go far. He ended up moving in with us when Becky decided not to.
“Late night swim?” he asks, looking over my wet shorts with a chuckle. My wet shirt hangs from my right hand.
I nod. “Like every night.”
He slaps the ass of the redhead who stands next to him while they both snack on cookies that Austin and Lilly made yesterday.
“Have fun tonight?” I ask.
He nods. “There’s this club downtown. You need to go with me next weekend. It’s badass.”
I’m not really into clubs. I was never really even into parties after the death of our three friends. I would throw them at Liam’s house, but I mostly stayed locked up in the game room. But I say, “Sure.” I feel like I need to spend as much time as I can with him now. He needs me. Just like Becky needs Austin. They’re both hurting for different reasons.
“Bennett is coming down next weekend. He already said he would go.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I slap him on the shoulder and head back upstairs. I enter our bedroom to find it empty. “Austin?” I call out, closing the door behind me.
