He groans and thrusts into me harder, sliding deeper. Over and over until I moan and dig my nails into his shoulders. “Cole!”
“Should I-”
“Don’t you dare stop!” I order.
He groans and gives me one more thrust, burying himself deep inside me. My eyes open wide, focused on the blazing, hot blue of his eyes as his lips part, just before his eyes roll back. I drag my nails down his arms lightly and pant.
‘Good girl,” he praises. “I knew you’d take me well. I knew you’d love every thrust.”
And he proves it, drawing almost all the way out of me to thrust again and again. When I try to close my legs around his hips, he pushes one of my thighs back until my knee touches my chest. He kisses he hungrily, feasting on me as he fucks me. It’s rough, possessive, but there’s a gentle edge to every touch, kiss, and thrust.
I’m drowning in pleasure, moaning his name in answer to every bit of praise and possession he layers across my skin. I feel myself melting into him, falling deeper as I get closer and closer to my release.
“Cole!” I yell.
“I told you not to hold back. It doesn’t matter how many times you come. I won’t stop until we’re both spent,” he swears.
And when I come, he proves it, pulling out of me as my pussy pulses and quiver. He rolls me over and guides me back until he fills me again. My eyes roll back and I almost drop to my elbows, but he pulls me back against him, nearly mounting me as he rasps my name in my ear, keeps telling me how good I feel, how I belong to him, how I don’t need anyone else while pinching my nipples and kissing my throat.
His name is the only thing that leaves my lips until I come again and he pulls out, finishing on my ass. Then he pulls me against him and keeps holding me, stroking me, petting me.
“How are you feeling?” he asks gently, tipping my chin up. “Are you sore, cold, anything?”
I laugh softly and kiss his chin gently. “I’m okay, Cole. Better than okay. Amazing.”
He smiles, a boyish, warm smile. “Amazing, huh?”
I blush, then laugh. He chuckles and pulls me close, rubbing my back and nuzzling my hair. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Because of ...” I don’t really want to ask if it’s because we had sex, worried he’ll say yes.
“Because you’re wonderful for Liam and for me,” he says while molding me to his side, continuing to layer affection and attention on me with his words, his soft touches, and even more tender kisses. I’ve never felt so cherished, so happy, so sated in my life.
Chapter 8 - Cole
I wake up with the sun and realize that I’m still wrapped around Sofia. My dick is hard, her body is so fucking warm, bare, and her neck is marked with hickeys since I couldn’t resist making her mine in some way.
Easing out of bed, I look at her. Beautiful, vivacious, as active a participant as I was last night. But the longer I watch her, the more off I feel. This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to happen at all.
I want her again, want to cuddle her, hold her, but want to push her away at the same time. I want to tell her this will never happen again. I’m betraying my wife’s memory. I’m not fit to protect her. I’m not ...
Shaking my head, I grab my clothes, even though they’re still damp. I pull on my jeans, my clothes, and head back to the house. Ronnie doesn’t bring anything up which means I must look like a mess.
A shower, then breakfast. I just have to get into the normal routine. I have to keep things right and level for my son. That’s all that matters. I have to protect him. I can’t get distracted again. I need to keep a level head, need to keep everything calm, keep everything normal.
Which is ruined the second he asks to check on Sofia when he comes out for breakfast. I want to tell him no, but he brings it up again and again until I relent.
As I’ve come to expect, Sofia is outside. Usually she works on the garden in the mornings, then reads outside until it gets too hot. Today though, she’s on a tablet, looking at something intensely. When she sits, she jumps slightly. I feel bad for half a second, but that feeling spreads.
All I can hope is that it doesn’t show on my face.
“Sofia!” Liam yells.
She smiles at him and welcomes his hug, but looks at me with a mix of hurt and desire before focusing on him. I hate seeing how hurt she is. I hate seeing her this confused and twisted up. I hate knowing that I could fix it, but I feel guilty for wanting to.
I’m not ready for the way I feel. I’m not ready for wanting her, for liking her, for anything that’s on my mind. Not that it’s pushing a single fucking thought away when Liam insists that she stay close to us, so I can save her if needed.
I swallow uncomfortably. “I have work to do.”
