Chapter 9

Miracle

Lexington, Kentucky

“Shut up, I wasn’t that loud.” I shake my head as Bridgette mimics the noises she swears I was making this morning in Cole’s bedroom. “You’re just jealous,” I retort with red cheeks.

Tilley smacks Bridgette on the shoulder. “Leave her alone. Nothing wrong with enjoying whatever it was he was doing to her in his room. What was he doing? You can’t be holding out on us.”

Making the motion of locking my lips and throwing away the key, I turn my back on the pair of hussies and start going through the shirts Tilley brought me to choose from. Picking up a black scoop neck shirt I hold it up in their direction.

“No!” Bridgette shrieks.

I toss my hands up letting the shirt fall to the bed. “Fine then, ya’ll decide. I obviously have the fashion sense of a cardboard box.”

Tilley snickers as she teases my roommate’s hair. “Your skinny jeans with the ripped knees, those little black heeled booties and…” she pauses rifling through the stack of clothes with a free hand. “This!” She shrieks holding up a black triangle.

“What is it?” I scrunch my nose. If I had tits it wouldn’t cover a nipple.

Bridgette snorts. “A halter top, dingdong.”

“You have the body.” Tilley tosses it at me, and I take the shirt, if you can call it that into the bathroom to try it on.

I have to sweep my hair up into a ponytail before I can tie the halter around my neck. I can’t even wear a bra with it, not like I have anything to protect, but still. I want to stomp my feet and protest like my younger sister Harley does when she doesn’t get her way.

Man, I miss home. I was supposed to go home this weekend for girl’s night with Harley, but I stayed for Cole. If she were to see my Outlaw maybe she’d understand. I couldn’t say no to seeing him. Even though if I were smarter I’d have gone home and kept him waiting—played hard to get.

I don’t want to play games with him though, I just want to be around him.

Bridgette bangs her fist on the door, startling me from my thoughts. “Did you fall in? Come on, let us see how you look.” She groans before I can even answer. So impatient. Almost as bad as I am.

Looking myself over in the mirror, I let my hair down. My dark hair tumbles down my shoulders giving me the appearance of being naked on my top half. My belly is exposed and my jeans are low cut barely touching the tops of my hips. I love these jeans, but I usually cover them with a long shirt. I never show my body this much.

I do feel sexy. I bite my lip and flutter my lashes at my reflection like a dork. Question is…will Cole be able to resist me; will he appreciate what he sees?

Feeling confident and nervous all at once, I step back into the room and Tilley whistles.  “Damn, Morgan. Girl, if I didn’t love dick so much, you could turn me.”

“Shut up,” I say with a grin, feeling too sexy to be too embarrassed by her words.

“Cole will flip,” Bridgette says nodding her head in approval.

“Flip her over his damn shoulder like a caveman,” Tilley teases.

“Alright, enough. What are you wearing, Bridgette?” I ask, trying to get the focus off me.

“Yeah, tell me about this guy you’re gonna see tonight.” Tilley jumps back into the conversation.

“He’s so cute, isn’t he, Morg?” She looks to me, and I grin with a nod.

“They got any other friends?”

“Shut up, you have a boyfriend back home,” Bridgette teases her.

“A girl can change her mind, but back to this guy…you like him?”

“He’s sweet and fun. I only just met him, so it isn’t like I have high expectations, but I’d do him for sure.”

I throw a shoe at her. “Don’t be fucking Cole’s best friend and ruining shit.”

“Pfft, he looks like a good time. And I don’t have any problem showing him how good a time I can be too.” She winks.

I shake my head while her and Tilley laugh and high five one another.

**

Cole is practically cupping my crotch with his right hand while he steers with his left. Bridgette and Rhyner are talking in low voices in the backseat. I have no idea what they are talking about back there. Cole’s phone keeps beeping, and he won’t even check it. I’m happy he is ignoring it for me, but at the same time I wonder who keeps trying to contact him. I mean, it isn’t like we are exclusive or anything.

We hardly know each other. I shouldn’t be harboring jealous feelings, but here I am dying to reach into his pocket and look at his phone. I’ve never been this invested in anyone. I hate the way jealousy feels. I so shouldn’t be feeling jealous at all. He hasn’t given me any reason to be, but if his phone doesn’t stop dinging every five seconds I’m going to explode.

When we get to the theater, Cole is being all weird and looking over his shoulder, like he’s afraid we’re being followed. As we walk to the ticket booth he keeps a firm hold around my waist, hugging me so closely, I’m afraid I am going to trip over his foot. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, perfect.” He dips his head down and gives me a quick kiss on the mouth while we stand in line.

“You two are so cute it’s disgusting,” Bridgette teases.

“Shut up, you’re just jealous, because Rhy is a shy boy.” I wink at them, and she gives me the stink eye.

“Nothing shy about me,” Rhyner grumbles and pinches her ass. Bridgette squeals and squirms away from him.

We move forward in line, and while Cole gets the tickets, Bridgette and I take the cash Rhyner gave us to get popcorn and drinks. Once we are seated, Cole’s hand goes right back to my inner thigh, gripping me with ownership. It’s kinda hot how possessive he is. The movie begins to play, but all I can focus my attention on is how Cole pushes his thumb through one of the tears in my jeans, brushing the pad of it against my leg, close to where my panty line should be. Warmth tingles down my spine, and I can’t help but squirm. He leans in close, his tongue finding my ear. I giggle aloud which results in whispered, “Shh’s,” from the people in front of us.

Cole snarls at them with a gravely, “Fuck off.” The look in his eyes along with the sound of his voice must scare them off, because they move up to the front, far away from where we are seated.

“Cole…”

“Morgan…” His breath warms my ear, and I get all tingly down to my toes. God, he gives me so many tingles.  His finger is dangerously close to my intimate area. My jeans are gonna be soaked if he keeps teasing me.

Then he kisses me. Man…does this guy kiss me. It’s soft but fevered. Intense is the word I’d choose to describe the way he is making me feel. I’m failing hard and fast. I only hope Cole is ready to catch me.

Cole

The movie might have been great, but I wouldn’t know, I was too busy feeling up Morgan. She drives me so fucking crazy. She’s so innocent and sexy. I had to turn my phone off, and a part of me is afraid Harper isn’t going to give up. I should have insisted we eat our pizza at the restaurant, but I’m selfish and wanted to get Morgan back to my place. I can only hope Harper doesn’t show up and ruin shit for me. I wouldn’t put it past the crazy bitch.

Bridgette rubs her palms together being sneaky. “Let’s play truth or dare, sex questions only.”

Rhyner grins and Morgan flushes a deep shade of red. “No way,” she refuses.

Pulling her closer into me, I tell her, “We’re gonna play. Gonna learn all ‘bout you.”

“To make it interesting if you refuse to answer you have to do a dare. The dares will be selected randomly. We each write down five dares on slips of paper and put them in a bowl.” Bridgette beams with pride. She’s so proud of her idea.

I must say it’s a good one. Might break Morgan out of her shell.

Rhyner tells her, “That smirk is gonna get you fucked.”

“Okay, yeah…I had you all wrong. You aren’t the least bit shy,” Morgan says with big eyes.

“Not in the least.” He disappears to his room and comes back with a notebook and pens. He tears out some slips of paper and passes them out with the pens.

I glance over at Morgan and she turns away saying, “No peeking,” with a shy smile.

“Baby, I’ll peek, and you’ll damn sure like it,” I say gruffly in her ear, and she giggles shaking her head.

Bridgette pops up and goes to the kitchen for a bowl. Morgan follows after her to get the beer and pretzels.

“Bridgette, man…I like her,” Rhy confesses before the girls return with the drinks.

“Yeah, that’s good.”

Bridgette sits next to Rhyner.

I pull Morgan into my lap, and she nearly dumps the pretzels to the floor. “Hey!” She calls out.

“Hey,” I say back, splaying my hand across her stomach, loving the feel of her in my arms.

I rest my chin on the crook of her neck peppering her with kisses.  I’m pleasantly surprised I’m not getting a mouthful of perfume. Harper always bathed in the shit she wore. I could never kiss her neck without getting it in my mouth. Not that I wanted to shower her with affection as I do Morgan.

“Who’s first?” Rhy asks.

“I nominate Morgan, since she’s so reluctant,” Bridgette says, as she swirls the folded slips of paper around the bowl, mixing the dares up.

“Okay, Bridgette. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you kissed Rhyner?”

“Lame,” Bridgette complains, but answers with a yes.

Now, it’s Bridgette’s turn. She grins at Rhyner. “Rhy, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Uh, no fun. Okay, question…would you rather get head or get fucked?”

“Both woman, preferably soon.” He wiggles his brows and she shoves him. He pulls her into his side and kisses her forehead.

They are getting cozy, fast.

“Cole, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” I grin as I reach into the bowl. Pulling out a slip of paper, I unfold. When I read the words, I laugh.

“What’s it say? Read it aloud,” Bridgette encourages.

Morgan moves off my lap to sit next to me.

“Run out into the street naked.”

“You don’t have to,” Morgan promises.

“The hell he doesn’t! Take it all off and get ready to run,” Bridgette demands.

“No problem. No shame in my game.” I stand up and kick my shoes off.  I follow by removing my shirt. “If you don’t want to see my ass, now’s the time to cover your eyes,” I warn. Walking to the door, I unzip my jeans and undo the button.

“Cole...” Morgan calls my name.

I wink over my shoulder at her and drop my pants. Kicking the denim to the side, I throw open the door. I cup my frank and beans, and turn back to my friends. Morgan is staring at me with hungry eyes and my cock jerks in my hold. Bridgette whistles and Rhy shakes his head.

“I’ll be back,” I yell, and prepare to run down the hall, in my birthday suit.

“Famous last words,” Rhy yells back at me.

I take off down the hall, hoping like hell none of our neighbors call the police on me for indecent exposure. When I round the corner, I bump into a soft body, knocking whoever it is on their ass.

“Sorry,” I say, holding out my free hand to help her up. It isn’t until I look at her, that I realize who in the fuck it is. Harper. Fuck. I’ve got to get rid of her.

“If I had known you’d be so happy to see me, I’d have come over a lot sooner.” She flashes her teeth at me, taking my hand. “I knew you’d come around,” she tells me, once she’s recovered from the impact and gotten to her feet.

“What are you doing here, Harper? I told you, I’m busy,” I grit out, trying to keep my voice down.

She steps into me, poking my chest. “Let’s not forget something, Cole. You work for Marek, but your dick belongs to me.” Her hand wraps around mine, squeezing my balls hard. “I want your cock, lover. I want it now.” Letting me go, she goes to the wall and flips the back of her skirt over her bare ass. Then she braces her hands against the wall as she bends enough to jut her ass out. “Fuck me. Fuck me right here, right now. That’s an order, California.”

With a quick look back at my door, I notice it’s still closed, thank fuck. Stepping behind Harper, I pull her hair, hard and grab her ass. “You’ve been a bad girl, Harper. You need to be punished.” I dig my fingers into her ass cheek as she trembles. She appreciates some role play. “I want you to go home, and find one of those new cunts, break her, get her ready. When I come back tomorrow, I’m gonna punish you, and then we’ll play with your new toy.”

“I’m so wet, Cole,” she moans.

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smack her ass, leaving a stinging handprint.

“Tomorrow.” She grins and practically skips down the hall to the stairwell.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath and collapse against the wall in relief, just as Rhyner pokes his head out the door.

“You alright, man?”

I sigh. “Yeah, be right in.”

He nods and tosses my jeans out into the hall with a heavy thud, then closes the door. Fuck, I bang my fist back at the wall. Son of a whore. Motherfucker. That was close. Too close.