Chapter 11

Cole

I swore I was going to walk away. I was going to drive Morgan home and leave her alone. But, I’m selfish. I want her, more than I probably should, because I know I’ll only break her heart. Doing so will destroy me, but if I’m going to hell, I might as well take full advantage of every stop along the way.

Morgan moans beneath me. Her body responds to my every touch. Her body is quaking with need. A need that only I can fulfill. I know it’s her first time and she deserves better than me. Harper showing up was the dose of reality I needed. It was fun to pretend for a day or two that I was just a normal teenager taking his girlfriend out on a date, but I’m anything but that. I’m a liar.  A filthy fucking liar. I’ll make love to Morgan tonight as Cole, as me. But tomorrow, I may have to be California and fuck Harper. I don’t want to; the thought makes me sick. It’s almost enough to make me stop what I’m doing with Morgan, but again, as I said, I’m selfish. I’m a bastard.

Hearing Morgan say she wants me…that she needs me does me in. I can’t stop. I need her just as much, if not more.  So, I take my time, bringing her to the edge and back again. I tease her slick hole with my fingers, stretching her, getting her ready. My tongue flicks against her clit, then I suck her pulsing bud between my lips, and flatten my tongue against her sensitive heat.

Her hips buck, and I use my free hand to hold her in place.

“Oh, God…Cole…more, I need…” my name on her lips sounds so wrong and yet, so right.

I work my fingers deeper, and when she tightens around me, I pull them out. Denying her from reaching her peak. I get up from the bed to get a condom, as much as it pains me. I need to do this right for her. “Play with your pussy for me, Morgan,” I order her, and her fingers trail down her torso. Pre-cum runs over the head of my dick, and I know this is going faster than I want it to. She’s nervous, but tries to hide it. “Don’t be scared, baby, let me see you touch yourself.” I work my cock in my hands and get the condom on as her finger circles her clit, sliding in her juices. Fuck, she’s so wet for me.

I’d love more than anything to have her without the barrier of a condom between us, but I won’t risk getting her pregnant. I won’t do that to her. Morgan deserves so much better than a bastard like me, but I’m too fucking selfish not to sleep with her. I want to own that piece of her. I want to be her first, only, and last. I’m going to fuck up at some point. I know it, but not tonight. Tonight, I’ll own this…I’ll own her.

The sight of her pleasuring the treasure she’s about to give me takes my breath away. Her slender, delicate fingers circle her clit. Her arousal glistens under the low glow of the bedside lamp. Beautiful. Prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Her head is thrown back now as she lets herself get lost in the sensations. She’s no longer the shy, timid girl, who giggled when I held her hand.  No. Morgan is all woman in this moment. I soak it all in, committing this night to memory, afraid that someday soon, it’s all I’ll have left of her.

Her eyes flash open. “Cole…,” she pants my name in a breathy whisper.

My lips curve into a smirk as I rejoin her on the bed, blanketing her body with mine. The tip of my cock replaces her fingers. I take my time, going slow, kissing her as I push further in. She tenses beneath me, her fingers claw at my back, and a hiss passes through her lips as I break through the final barrier separating us, her virginity.

“You okay?”

“Don’t stop,” she says against my lips, arching her back, thrusting her hips, pushing me deep. So fucking deep. She squeezes me so damn tight, I nearly lose it.

God, I hope I don’t break her heart. Please don’t let me.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, because she is.

She smiles up at me and says, “You make me feel beautiful. Like I’m the only girl in the world.”

How I wish that were true.

Pushing thoughts of anything or anyone but Morgan aside, I drive harder and deeper than I thought possible. Her legs circle around my hips, the balls of her feet dig into my backside, and she shudders against me. Sliding my hands beneath her back and under her arms, I roll us, so that Morgan is on top. I want her riding me. I want her in control. I want to see her body rise and fall. See her tits bounce as she pumps up and down and round and round.

“Wow, Cole…just wow,” she says on a throaty whisper.

I smile at her, loving the way she makes me feel. When it’s only the two of us, everything that weighs me down begins to slip away completely. My hands grip her hips, guiding the pace, until she’s comfortable enough to take over. Her palms brace my chest and she grinds down circling her hips, moving side to side, driving me mad. My balls tighten, and I know it won’t be long before I get off. Her perky titties jump as she raises up and down, riding me hard. Poetry in motion, the best damn thing I’ve ever seen or felt for that matter. Nothing has compared to this…being with Morgan. I could love her, but I can’t let myself take it there. The thought that I could tell her right now, that I do…terrifies me. I’ve fallen fast and hard, and I don’t know how to stop. I don’t know that I want to.

Her silk heat clenches around me and her body trembles. Her breaths are labored purrs as she lays against my chest coming down from her orgasm. I haven’t gotten off and I don’t even care, just having her in my arms and knowing I turned her into a sex kitten is enough. My sex kitten. I slip the condom off and toss it in the small trash can next to my bed. 

The words, I love you, hang on the tip of my tongue, but I’m a man on a cliff afraid to jump. I’m so damn scared to take that flying leap. It’s too soon. My feelings for this girl are too intense. I think back to what my dad said about meeting the one. I think I found her. I just wish it was in another five years.

“Cole?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I rub my hands along the smooth skin of her back.

“I’m in serious like with you.” Her words steal the air from my lungs. Her eyes hold me captive.

I tangle my hands in her hair and bring her mouth to mine. I plunge my tongue inside her mouth to stop myself from telling her that I love her. My other hand grips her ass, as I thrust up into her again. Harder and faster I hammer into her sweet cunt, taking what I need, taking what she is giving me. I roll her to her back and spread her knees wide apart. I hook a hand under one bringing it up to rest on my hip.

Morgan’s cheeks are flushed as her mouth forms a perfect, sated O. That look is all for me. I feel her walls tighten and contract, as she gets off, that’s all it takes for me to find my own release and then I fuck up. I fuck up bad and the words fall from my lips as my cock twitches and jerks inside her. “I love you, Morgan,” I confess as I cum deep in the pussy that owns me without a condom. Fuck.

I hardly know her. This is fuckin’ crazy.

                                                                                                                                                              

Rhyner

Waking up, I’m all hot and sweaty. Bridgette’s hair is caught under my arm. Twice. Two times now, two nights in a row, this chick has slept in my bed. I never let bitches stay the night, ever. I don’t know how I feel about it to be honest. When she walked in the other night with Cole, I was hoping like hell, she wasn’t his. For the first time in a long fucking time, I find I want to get to know this girl. I got close to a chick one time and she disappeared. I loved her, I still love Gailene. And yet, part of me knows I’ll never get her back. Even if I find her, she won’t come back as the same person, if she comes back at all. Sure, I’ve been with other women. Hell, I never slept with Gail, we were kids. However, I won’t rest until I get answers, until I find her, dead or alive.

I won’t stop looking, but I can’t help but be drawn to Bridgette, fuck, she makes me smile. She makes me laugh…she makes me hard. My cock stretches, yearning to slide between the cheeks of her ass that is inches away. You’d think my dick would be sore after the workout she gave it last night, but the motherfucker is standing tall, ready to party. Fuck it.

Rolling to my side, I wrap my arm around her, pulling her warm body into mine. She moans, but doesn’t wake. Palming her tit, I massage it. My dick presses against the thick globes of her ass, seeking entrance. I roll her rosy bud between my fingers until it hardens into a pebbled point.

“Mmm…morning.” A lazy smile stretches across her face, but her eyes remain closed.

“Morning,” I murmur against her neck, placing a small kiss at the base where there is a freckle. She wiggles her ass, and the head of my dick pushes between her cheeks, brushing against her pussy, Goddamn, she’s already wet.

“Now this is definitely a good way to wake up.” I smirk as she reaches around and takes my dick in her hand, guiding me into that sweet pussy. I slide in like a perfect fit, too perfect.  A scary perfect. I feel a connection with Bridgette. A connection that has the power to destroy. A connection I’ve only felt one other time in my life.

Miracle

I wake up to my phone blaring from the floor, next to Cole’s bed. Shit! I wipe my eyes and attempt to read the screen. It’s my dad. Damn. Triple damn. I forgot he wanted to meet for lunch today. I flop back on the pillow and look to my right. Cole isn’t here. I sigh. Last night was amazing. Better than amazing. I ignore the ache between my thighs and struggle to get awake.

  Fighting a yawn, I answer my phone when it rings again. “Lo,” I mumble.

“Hey, baby girl, late night?” My dad asks.

“Something like that.” I rub my fingers over my lips, remembering Cole’s touch…his taste…his declaration. Words he couldn’t have possibly meant. 

“I’ll be at your dorm in less than an hour. Thought I’d take you out for some real food.” My eyes pop open with his words. Fuck! I gotta get home. I need to wash away the night before, as much as I don’t want to. I wish I could stay wrapped up in Cole’s sheets, cocooned by his smell.

“See you soon, princess.”

“Bye, daddy,” I say, ending the call. Using the sheet for cover, I get up from the warmth of the bed and search for my clothes.

Cole chooses the moment I’m pulling my jeans on to return. He’s holding coffee and a croissant. Sweet.

“Hey,” he says, stepping into me and placing the food he brought on the dresser. “Where you off to?”

“Lunch with my old man. You want to meet him?” I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth. And judging by the expression on Cole’s face, he definitely isn’t interested. Shit, it’s too soon. We just had sex and I invite him to meet my dad! What’s wrong with me? “Kidding!” I shout out, my voice cracking.  He’s probably planning his escape and waiting for the perfect moment to delete my number.

“Not today, maybe some other time.” He surprises me.

“Really?” I ask, buttoning my jeans.

He tilts my chin up, with those torturous fingers. His eyes hold me captive. “Really.” He smiles, and I beam back at him. “Morgan, I know what I want. I want you.”

My breath catches in my throat. We’re moving fast, but I don’t want to slow down. “You do?”

His mouth comes down on mine, his fingers thread through my hair, and his other hand grabs the slope of my neck, gliding over my shoulder and to my boob. He palms my breast, rubbing his finger over my nipple and I moan.

“Love those little sounds you make for me, baby. Sounds like the purr of a kitten.”

“Cole…I gotta go. I don’t want to, but my dad will be at my dorm any minute.”

He kisses my forehead and releases me. “I’ll call you tonight,” he says before bending down and retrieving my shirt, (if you can call it one) from under the edge of the bed.

I reach for the scrap of fabric, but Cole holds it tighter.  “Let me.”  I nod and he ties it around my neck and my back. Those sweet lips find mine again. His tongue plunders my mouth, making me weak in the knees.

I want nothing more than to fall back into his bed and never leave.

“I’ll drive you home,” he offers.

I nod and follow him to the living room. A low moan floats down the hall from Rhyner’s room and I giggle.  I guess Bridgette will make it home, eventually. I’m happy I am going to see my dad, but dang, I am a little jealous right now that she gets to stay, and I have to rush off.

Downstairs, I wrap my arms around Cole as we pull out on his motorcycle. He’s one of the only men I’ve ridden with other than my old man. We make it to my dorm, much too soon. He doesn’t shut his bike off or make an effort to get off at first. He turns into me. “I’ll call you.”

“Yeah, you call, and maybe I’ll answer,” I tease, all the while knowing nothing could keep me from answering his call.

His brows arch with a smug smile.  His glasses fall down on the bridge of his nose, and I fight the urge to push them back in place. “You’ll answer.”

“Maybe.” I kiss him, softly. With that I pull away and float toward my building without looking back.

It’s merely seconds before Cole is on me again, grabbing my ass, and kissing me deep. His tongue tangles with mine, minty and smoky in taste. “One more for the road,” he murmurs against my mouth, before kissing me once more.

“Bye, Cole.”

“Later, kitten.”

“Kitten!”

“Yeah, you were purring for me like a sexy kitten last night.”

I shake my head, not wanting him to know how much I enjoy him calling me that.

Romeo

Fucking hell, Rebel and I have been sitting across the street watching for Miracle to show for the past forty-five minutes. I hate stakeout shit. Too old for this bullshit. My kids are grown and I’m fucking happy about the fact too. Rebel, the sorry bastard, got one out of the house, but has three to go. I grin watching a motorcycle pull up and seeing her on the back. You can take the girl outta Drag Creek, but you can’t take the Drag creek outta her.

“Motherfucker,” Rebel curses, flipping the butt of his cigarette to the ground.

I get off my bike. “Wanna kick his ass, daddy?” I chuckle.

“Fuck off,” he growls, following me across the street.

“How you wanna play this? We hanging back, or you charging in?”

His hand smacks my chest. “Let’s wait a minute.”

“Damn, I was hoping to kick some ass.”

Rebel shakes his head and watches with a horror-stricken face as the redhead guy driving the motorcycle sucks his daughter’s damn face off at the door to her building. His hands trail down her back and cup her ass, squeezing. Daddy’s girl ain’t so little anymore. My chest squeezes tight, as I realize that the little girl who once called me daddy is becoming a woman. In my eyes, she’s still that little girl who would fall asleep on my chest. I didn’t raise her, but I feel that shit deep in my bones.

Miracle lingers by the door watching her boyfriend get on his motorcycle and my chest squeezes again. He’s riding an Indian, an Indian that belonged to someone I used to know. I know that paint job. I recognize that skull with the snake coming out of its eye. Goddamn. Fuck me running. I swallow hard as the guy drives off, his red hair blows with the wind. I’m struck with the strangest sensation…like I know him somehow.

Chills creep up my spine. The past just kissed the future.

Colt…

“Brother, we got a problem.”