Every touch, every nibble, every lick takes me higher and higher, and I quickly find myself wrapping my legs around him, bringing him closer to me and thrusting my body against his.
His kisses are taking me completely away. For a second, I forget where we are, who I am, or that anyone else is around. All of my senses are on high alert, and all pointed directly to having him fuck me right here and now.
When I feel Cole brush my hair back, everything comes back in one quick second. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but club rules say you can’t fuck on the couches,” he says nonchalantly, but only looking at Secret, who quickly gets off me and sits next to me.
I wish I could see Cole’s eyes. I’m not sure if he’s telling the truth or if he wanted us to stop for his own selfish reasons. When I look at Secret, he’s like a statue, looking straight-forward but the twitch in his jaw gives him away. He’s pissed.
Did Cole tell him? Did he stake his claim on me? Why else would he be mad?
I reach out, placing my finger on his lightly covered jaw, trying to ease the tension through just my touch.
He shakes his head slightly and gets up to walk away.
I glare at Cole then back at Secret as he walks out of the club.
I stand up to leave, but Cole stops me.
“I’m not yours,” I demand. “This is all supposed to be for fun.”
“Shhh,” he whispers. “I didn’t tell him, I swear.”
“Then what was that?”
“He has other issues.” He waves them away like they don’t matter.
“So you know him outside of the club?”
“You know I’m not going to answer that.” He tilts his head to the side, making sure I don’t ask any more questions.
“Don’t act like a jealous boyfriend trying to break up our kiss.”
“Whoa, where the hell did that come from? First, I’m not a jealous boyfriend; I was just following the rules. Second, don’t blame him leaving on me. We can still have a good time tonight.”
I shake my head, not sure what I believe. All I know is I feel like I just had the best kiss of my life, and he stopped it. Confusion clouds my brain, so instead of trying to figure out what’s really going on, I turn to walk out of the club, and he doesn’t stop me.
Carter
I’m so fucked. Every part of me. But God, that kiss. I was shocked she tried, but once she got my doors to open the flood came rushing through the gates. For the first time in years, I saw the sunshine through a dark window that’s been boarded shut. If Cole hadn’t stopped us, I would have fucked her right there.
My hand grips the shot glass in front of me, and I tilt my head back, feeling the burn rush past my throat and down my body.
“Want to tell me what all of that was about?” I hear Cole’s voice beside me as he pulls up a chair. I should have known he’d know where I’d go.
“Why aren’t you at the club?” I ask.
“I’m here to ask you the same thing. Is there something I should know?”
I turn to him. Not sure what to say. I’m not ready to spill everything. Not ready to admit out loud that this is her, the girl who ripped out my heart and left me with nothing.
“She’s gone,” I hear Kaitlyn say over the phone.
“What do you mean she’s gone?”
“Carter, no one has heard from her in over a week. She didn’t even come to her parents’ funeral,” she says in disbelief.
I’ve been blowing her phone up and calling everyone she knows. It’s been torture being so far away, but I had midterms and couldn’t go back home. My teachers were apologetic, but college is ruthless, and they wouldn’t give me a retest since it wasn’t an actual family member.
“Her aunt is here from Texas taking care of all of their affairs, and even she doesn't know where she is. Evangeline’s name was on their bank accounts, so she wiped them out the day after the accident, and no one has heard from her since.”
