But it felt wrong, and I wanted to clear the air just in case things got out of hand.
“You don’t owe me an explanation, Cole. It’s fine.”
Nine words, and the longest sentence she’d said to me since our car ride home.
She was fucking frustrating.
It’s been a whole week. Seven long days since we fucked in her best friend's home, and with every passing minute, she’s been the only thing on my mind.
Her pink, pouty lips, her full, perky tits, her tiny waist, and those thick thighs.
She has the perfect hourglass figure, and all I can do is watch as the sand slowly dwindles away, and my time with her runs out.
God, everything about her makes me want to beg for more. I’d even be willing to shout from the rooftop of our apartment building that I want to spend what’s left of our time here admiring and worshiping her perfect body. All while buried deep inside of her.
Tongue, or cock—I’d be happy with either—but she’s making it so fucking difficult.
My hand lingers over her apartment door as I try to find the courage to knock on it, but I know that if I knock and wait for her to answer, I could lose my nerve and back out.
So I don’t. I twist the handle to find that she’s left it unlocked.
Perfect.
Inhaling a sharp, steady breath, I burst through the door, finding Jenna’s shocked eyes glaring at me, our surroundings completely blacked out.
All I see is her.
It’s been happening all week, no matter where we are or who we’re with. I could be mid scene, and she’s the one who has all of my focus.
“I don’t know why you’re still avoiding me, Snow, but I told you last week that we were going to fuck and take our time with it, and I meant every damn word. But you’ve continued to avoid me like the fucking plague and I just…I’m over the chase. I want you to let me fuck you into Sunday. My cock has been semi hard all day, every day for a week, Snow. An entire week. And do you know who he needs to calm him down?” I ask, my hands on my hips, but my feet remain still. It’s a rhetorical question, and I watch as she swallows hard, her eyes darting around the room.
“Cole—”
“You. He only wants you. If you want me to beg, I will, but dammit, I just need you to calm him down.” The words spill out of me before I can stop them, and they probably make absolutely no sense, but I’m past the point of caring.
“Uh…hey, Cole.” I hear to the right of me, and I blink rapidly to clear my vision, realizing that Jenna and I are not alone. I see three women in my peripherals, watching us like actors on a stage, and I’ve just put on the performance of my life.
I run my hands over my face so Cassandra, Lizzie and Olive can’t see the embarrassment painted so clearly for all to see. “Ladies,” I say, with a nod. I’m sure my face has returned to its natural color. I don’t get embarrassed easily. Hell, it almost never happens, but apparently it’s never too early to start.
“This night just gotsogood,” Lizzie says with a giggle, pulling a white throw rug over her legs, resting her elbow on the backrest of the couch. Her cheek rests in her palm as she brings her glass of wine to her lips.
“I think that’s our cue.” Olive stands, ripping the blanket off her twin sister’s lap, ushering her off the couch. Lizzie groans to let everyone know how much she disapproves, but rises to her feet, anyway.
“You kids have fun.” Cassandra is the last to rise from the couch. She collects her belongings from beside her in a rush, without making eye contact with me. She hurries over to a very uncomfortable Jenna, places a kiss on her cheek, and quickly follows both of her sisters out the door.
“You want to explain why you barged through the door to my apartment without so much as a knock, practically begging that I take care of your semi hard penis?” Jenna finally says, crossing her arms over her chest as it rises and falls heavily.
“You want to explain why I was able to do that?” I match her stance, eyebrow quirked, doing my best to keep my face void of all humor. “It’s dangerous to leave your door unlocked. You never know who could break in.”
“We’re in a tiny town. They literally have, like, one cop because the crime rate is non-existent. The worst they have is a big, broody, actor-man with a stupidly sexy face who breaks intoapartments, telling them he wants to fuck them all weekend.” She huffs, but her demeanor softens, arms relaxing by her side. Her cheeks are now a soft shade of pink as her eyes rake over my body slowly.
I smirk with a tilt of my head. “You think I have a sexy face?” I attempt to inch closer to her, but she shuffles backward, raising her palms in the air.
“That’swhat you got from what I just said? God, you really do think with just your dick, don’t you?” She pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.
I rub the back of my neck, needing an alternative approach. “Are you drunk?”
Her cheeks are slightly flushed, but from the way she squints at me, I know it was the wrong thing to ask.
