Chapter Three
Reese
Honest to God, I have no idea what the hell happened between Cole and me on the boat yesterday—okay, maybe I have some idea—but were we seriously checking each other out? Gazing at each other with pure lust in our eyes? We’re best friends, for God’s sake. Best friends don’t look at each other like that, right?
Must be the tropical air.
From beneath the wide brim of my sun hat, I steal a glance at him as we hike along the cliffs of Spookdraai Mountain, a trail that is supposed to be haunted with discontented souls who wander up and down the coastline. Cole looks my way, but I’m far too slow to react. His eyes turn a deeper shade of blue when he catches me staring, and his gaze drops to my parted lips. Feeling breathless beneath his intense stare, I suck in air, but can’t seem to refill my damn lungs.
“Doing okay?” he asks.
I nod as he checks in with me. “Yeah, I guess I need to hit the treadmill more often,” I say to cover the real reason I can’t seem to breathe. What the hell is going on between us?
“You’re perfect,” he says. I’ve heard him say that to me before, even before I lost the excess weight, but why does it suddenly sound more sexual, more suggestive?
Because you two were checking each other out, and he had a huge freaking hard-on.
Oh, right.
“This is just a tough climb for someone who’s not used to it.” He stops and looks over the cliff. I follow his gaze and the water is so clear that I can see numerous shipwrecked boats on the ocean floor. The scenery around us is magnificent, breathtaking really, but my eyes keep coming back to Cole.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
He shrugs off his backpack and adjusts his ball cap, shoving his bangs inside. “We’ve been traveling for over an hour now. Let’s take a break, get a drink, and have something to eat.” He gestures with a nod to the little ghost sign up ahead. “There’s a small cave over there where we can get out of the sun.”
“I’m not going into any cave,” I shoot back quickly.
His gaze darts to mine, a small grin playing on his mouth, making him look boyishly handsome. Except after yesterday, seeing him shirtless and feeling his arousal, I know there is nothing boyish about him. “Why not?”
I plant one hand on my hip and glare at the cave. “Some girl who survived a shipwreck and made it up to one of the caves where she died, haunts them, remember.”
“Come on. You don’t believe in all that, do you?”
I step closer to the cliff and point to the water. “Of course, I do. Look at all those sunken boats. There are a lot of lost souls up here. And you read the sign back there. It says hikers can hear her singing in the caves sometimes.”
His grin widens. “Don’t worry. I won’t—”
I cut him off. “I know. I know. You won’t let anything happen to me. You’re even going to protect me from becoming a crazy cat lady.” How he’s going to do that is beyond me.
I follow him and watch his broad muscles shift under his T-shirt. He steps into the cave, and I nearly crash into him when he comes to an abrupt halt. “Shh, hear that?” he asks.
“Oh my God, Cole.” I practically crawl up his back. “Is it singing? Tell me it’s not singing,” I say, my voice bordering on hysteria.
Cole laughs, and the sound echoes in the cave as he slides his hands around his back to hold me. “No, it’s not singing. It’s silence. We’re the only ones here, Reesey Piecey. Relax.”
“I hate you,” I say, then pinch his side for teasing me, although what I really want is to pinch his ass, thanks to the way it looks so cute in his shorts. “You scared me half to death.”
He flinches. “Hate you, too. Now come on, let’s get some food. I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving.” I curl his shirt in my hands and follow him. I tug when he goes too deep. “Let’s stay close to the mouth of the cave, just in case.”
With light pouring in, I let him go, find a flat spot, and sit crossed leg on the cool ground, a nice reprieve from the heat outside. Cole moves in beside me and I ditch my hat. When he looks at me, I run my fingers through my hat hair and try to fix it. The man has seen me at my worst. Cripes, he’d even held my hair back the night I turned sixteen and thought it would be a good idea to drink a few shots of Patron. So I have no idea why I’m suddenly trying to make myself presentable.
Because you want his damn body.
Oh, right.
As that shocked realization settles in my passion-rattled brain, I open the backpack and pull out our sandwiches, compliments of our hotel. Cole takes a long pull from his water bottle and hands it to me. We’ve drunk from the same bottles since we were kids, swapped a ton load of spit, yet it never felt intimate before, like it does right now. I take a drink and recap it.
Cole repositions himself until his back is against the rock wall. “Come here,” he says, and I shuffle until I’m beside him, our thighs touching. Hyperaware of everything Cole—his breath, his body, his every movement—I bite into my sandwich and try to push the bread down my tight throat.
“We have the safari tomorrow,” I say as sexual tension fills the small cave.
“Yeah, I know.” Why does his voice sound so much deeper? Oh, probably because he must feel this sexual shift between us, too.
Cole’s hand lands on my bare thigh, his thumb sweeping back and forth, brushing my tingling skin. Does he even know he’s doing that? I’m not sure he does, but the hungry spot between my legs is well aware what his innocent touch is doing to my body. Odd really, considering he’s caressed me like this numerous times before—a friendly, caring touch—and it never melted my bones the way it does now.
“Why do you think my friends keep putting me in dangerous situations?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “They all know you’re a chickenshit, so I’m not really sure.”
“I’m not a chickenshit,” I counter, and whack his stomach.
Big mistake.
He grabs my hand and holds it to his body. Unable to help myself, I rub the back of my knuckles over his six-pack. God, he is so hard and yummy. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from moaning. A growl rumbles in Cole’s throat, and I steal a quick glance at him in time to catch the tortured look crossing his face.
Holy hell!
I shake my head, hardly able to believe Cole Rayburn, my best friend, is groaning as I touch him. What the ever-loving fuck is going on between us? A flapping noise comes from somewhere deep in the cave, and my heart leaps.
“Cole,” I say, and practically scurry into his lap. “What was that?”
“Probably just a bird,” he mumbles. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
His arm goes around me, and he’s rubbing my side, a long slow sweep, that brushes along my outer breast. My nipples tighten painfully, begging for his hand, his mouth. His head turns, and with enough light shining in through the mouth of the cave, I can see the turbulence in his eyes. His jaw clenches and he turns away. His breathing has changed, become more erratic.
“Cole?”
He scrubs his chin and exhales sharply, less composed than I’ve ever seen him. “Yeah.”
Trembling with a need so foreign to me, I lean into him, even though every instinct I possess is screaming in warning.
“You okay?” I ask, positive neither of us is currently in our right minds. Must be something in the air. Has to be. We’ve never acted like this around each other before.
“I don’t think so,” he says as heat simmers between us. The cave is suddenly so hot I can’t breathe.
He turns my way, shifts his body until we’re both sitting crossed-legged facing each other. His hand goes to my cheek, a soft touch as he slides his big palm around my neck.
“Reese,” he whispers, but before I can say anything, he dips his head and his lips close over mine, warm and soft, yet hungry and demanding. His tongue slides into my mouth, and when it finds mine, it steals the last of my breath and all of my common sense. A moan I have no control over crawls from my throat, and he deepens the kiss—hot and firm, taking full control. I’ve kissed Cole before, but never, ever like this.
He drags me onto his lap and his cock—a rock-hard cock, thank you very much—presses against my ass as I let my legs fall over his outer thighs. My knees hit the ground as I straddle him and shamelessly gyrate on his lap. I’m acting like some desperate girl who hasn’t had sex in ages, a girl who would—and is—jumping on the first man to present her with a hard-on. But I don’t care because it’s true. I am a desperate girl, and I need this.
His fingers tighten on my hips and when he powers upward, I move with him, hardly able to believe I’m dry-humping my best friend in the middle of a goddamn haunted cave. We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I know,” he says. “We shouldn’t.”
Shit, did I say that out loud? Shut your damn mouth, Reese. You know you want this, even if it’s wrong.
His hand slides to my shoulders and presses down, grinding his cock harder against me. He moans into my mouth, his tongue brushing over my bottom lip, tasting me, savoring me. I grip his hair, swiftly run my fingers through it, wanting to touch every inch of him before we both come to our senses. I can’t understand this pull between us, this need clawing at my insides, demanding to be sated. Is it the same for him? I have little time to think about that as warm heat floods me, and I swear to God if he doesn’t strip me naked and touch every inch of me in the next five minutes, I might just die. Then I’ll be the one haunting the damn cave forever.
“Cole,” I whisper, a desperate sort of ache in my voice.
He breaks the kiss and when he pulls back, we’re both left breathless. Guilt flashes in his eyes. “Fuck, you’re right. Sorry.”
I shake my head because he’s mistaken the desperation he’s heard. It wasn’t for him to stop. It was for him to continue. But this is wrong and we shouldn’t be doing it. But why, oh why, does it feel so right?
“Cole,” I say again, my lust-buzzed mind trying to string a sentence together.
“Yeah.”
“Why…why did you kiss me?” I ask, not only because I need to say something, but because, deep inside, I’m curious about this sudden need we’re displaying.
His gaze moves over my face, a careful assessment. He must see the want in my eyes because his expression changes from apologetic to hungry. “I was helping you out,” he whispers, his voice playful as he brushes his thumb over my cheek, the intimacy in his touch going right through me.
“Helping me out?” I ask, playing along, desperately wanting to see where this leads. “With what?” Not that I care. I just like this intimate conversation, the way his warm breath is washing over my face as we talk, not to mention the way his big hands are touching me with such soft recognition, tugging my shirt out from my shorts.
“A list of things, really,” he murmurs.
“Oh, okay.” A moment of silence and then, “Will it require more kissing?”
He brushes my hair from my shoulder. His fingers burn over my quivering flesh. “Yeah, but that’s not all it will require.”
“No.”
“No, I’m going to have to do things to you, Reese. Dirty things.”
Oh. My. God. I’m seriously dying here. Cole is going to do dirty things to me! I shouldn’t be this happy. I really shouldn’t. This could be so bad for our friendship. But, holy hell, the heat between my legs is telling me not to think too hard on that right now. Not when there are other hard things I should be thinking about.
“What…what kind of dirty things?” I ask, loving the direction this is going, despite my best interests.
“I’m going to take these clothes off you and kiss every inch of your body.”
Alrighty, then. I didn’t see that coming, but I always did love the man’s spontaneity.
“Okay.”
Okay? That’s all I can come up with? Then again, how can I possibly counter with a witty comeback? My body is on fire, burning up, under terrible pressure. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m afraid something might blow.
Blow.
Oh God, why did that word pop into my rattled brain? Probably because I can’t stop thinking about his cock, the long length of it, the hardness, and the way it pressed against me on the boat—the way it’s pressing against my ass right freaking now. I should not be lusting after my best friend. If I knew what was good for me, I’d tap out right now and shove this crazy need so far back in my mind that it never sees the light again.
Walk away, girl. Just walk away.
I blink up at him innocently and continue to play along. “Then what?”
So much for doing what’s good for me.
“Then I’m going to put my cock inside you.”
I quiver at his bluntness. I’ve never heard Cole talk like this before—playful and sexy—and I can’t deny that it’s damn exciting.
“How is that helping me out?” I ask.
Cole is going to put his cock in me, and I need to stop asking questions already!
Another eerie noise jostles me back to the present, and I turn. “What was that?” I whisper. “Was it singing?” Could the cave be haunted?
He tears off his T-shirt, tosses it behind me, and bends forward until I’m flat out underneath him. He shifts his weight and slides his hand between my legs. “The only singing we’re going to hear is when I strum your body right here, and you’re calling out my name in orgasm.”
OMFG, if that’s isn’t music to my ears, I don’t know what is.
His lips close over mine again, taking full possession, and I writhe beneath his invading tongue, hungry for everything he’s going to do to me. I run my hands over his bare back, and when I palm his muscles, they bunch beneath my fingers. He is so hard and solid it’s insane. I take a breath and try to control myself, but I can’t, so instead I lightly drag my nails over his flesh as his mouth goes to the sensitive spot on my neck.
The air around us is heavy with sexual energy, and I’m pretty sure we’re giving off enough sparks to light up the damn cave. I hear another shuffling noise and crane my neck to see outside.
“Cole,” I whispered. “What if someone comes?”
His soft chuckle vibrates through me. “Oh, don’t worry, someone’s going to come.”
My body is quivering and I don’t want him to stop, but smack him anyway. “I’m serious.”
He moans against my neck. “I am, too.”
“I hate you,” I say.
“I hate you, too.” His wet tongue sweeps over my flesh then he puts a hand on either side of my head and pushes up. “But while we’re here on vacation, I’m still going to help you out.”
“With what?” I ask for the millionth time.
“You don’t want to be like Mrs. Jones, right?”
“No, you’re right. I don’t.”
“So, by having sex, I’m helping you from becoming a crazy cat lady.”
I do like his way of thinking. But what will this do to us? I don’t want to lose him because some sort of tropical lust bug has bitten us this weekend.
“And you know, since you’re here on this adventure for epic sex, and I don’t happen to have any plans, we’re killing all kinds of birds with one stone.”
One stone? Oh yes, one very big, very hard stone pressing against my leg.
“So, you’re keeping me from becoming a crazy cat lady and helping me fulfill my adventure.”
“Yeah, what a guy, huh?”
I laugh. “I’ll say.”
“The things I’d do for you, Reese.”
“You’re a very good friend, Cole.”
“The best,” he says, his eyes glinting playfully.
“And after the vacation?”
“Things go back to normal. You and me, best friends.”
God, could I really do that?
Then again, could I really not do this?
He lifts my T-shirt, his gaze moving over my body like it’s the first time he’s seen it. “Sit up,” he whispers, all humor gone from his face.
I inch up until my mouth is near his nipple, and as he slides his hand around my back to release my bra clasp with practiced ease, I flick my tongue out and lick him, reveling in the warm, salty taste of his skin.
He flinches. “Jesus.” I do it again, and he growls. “Arms up.” I lift, and he peels off my T-shirt and removes my bra. “Lie back down.”
I catch the heat in his eyes as he makes me a small pillow with my shirt and his, tucking them carefully under my head. We might have just agreed to sex, but my heart tightens at the way he’s making me comfortable first and foremost. I’ve missed him since he left New York. A lot. Too much.
With a touch so gentle I could weep, he lightly strokes my breasts, his thumbs caressing my nipples. Does he touch all his lovers like this? If so, no wonder women are clamoring for a second time with him. But he has a revolving door, and a rule about never the same woman twice. Seriously, though, after experiencing his brand of lovemaking, who in their right mind would want any other man touching their body.
Lovemaking? What the hell?
It’s sex, Reese.
“These…” His soft breath washes over my quivering nipples as he zeroes in on them. “I have so many ideas for what I’m going to do to these.” He bends and swipes the soft blade of his tongue over one nipple.
“Cole,” I croak.
His gaze moves to mine, and his playfulness is back. “What’s wrong? Still afraid someone might come?”
“Yeah,” I say, so turned on it’s hard to think straight. The walls of the cave close in on me, nothing in the world existing but this man and the things he’s promising me.
“What about the ghost? Still afraid this place is haunted?” I nod and wonder what kind of game he’s playing. “Don’t you see? I’m helping you out with that, too.”
“How could you possibly help with that?” I ask.
“By making you moan loud enough to scare it away.”
Yes, please.
“That’s very good thinking, Cole.”
“I do what I can,” he says, and this time he pulls that same hard nipple into his mouth. I arch my back and whimper.
“Oh, so good…” I run my nails over his back, and when he growls, it thrills me that he’s as into this as I am.
Pressure builds between my legs, and I widen them. His cock presses against the hungry spot needing his touch, and I lift slightly, moving against him.
He softens his tongue and leisurely glides it over my other nipple and I whimper louder. “That’s it, Reese. Keep making noises like that.” He bites down, sucks my nub between his teeth.
“Yes,” I cry out and grip his hair to keep his mouth on me.
His soft chuckle vibrates through my body, and my nipples tighten even more. I moan and toss my head, my hair tangling beneath me. His mouth leaves my breasts and I cry out at the loss, but when he goes lower, my yelp of disappointment turns into a cry of approval. His tongue burns my flesh as he licks a path to the button on my shorts, and I gasp when he rips into them with his teeth.
“I think I need to find other ways to make you moan,” he teases. “But don’t worry. I have a lot of ideas.”
Thank you, universe.
Once he has the button open, he grips my shorts and slowly slides them down my legs, leaving my thong in place. My God, I could climax just from the way he’s looking at my barely there panties. I’m sure many women have seen that look in Cole’s eye before, but until today, I’ve never been lucky enough.
“You still with me, Reese?” he asks, since I’ve gone quiet.
I can take care of myself, but truthfully, I kind of like the way he always checks in with me. “Yes,” I say, my hands going to my breasts.
His nostrils flare as his hands grip my thighs and widen them. He tugs the string on my thong, runs his finger along it, and pushes it to the side to completely expose my sex. Admiration fills his face and does the strangest things to me. “Yeah, when I’m through, your throat is going to be raw from all the screaming I’m going to make you do.”
I love a confident man.
Heat suffuses my body, as he leans in and fills his lungs with my aroused scent. My body hums with tension, a desperate sort of ache taking hold as he wets his bottom lip like he’s preparing for a feast.
“Please…” I whimper.
He looks at me, his features taut with hunger, and it arouses me even more. “Yeah, keep talking to me, Reese.” I tremble from his gaze, his words, as he runs his thumb over my nether lips, widening my sex, and lightly nudging my swollen clit. I revel in the needy way he’s touching me, the possessive way he takes in my nakedness. “Keep scaring the ghost away.”
With one quick tug, he tears my panties from my hips, and I gasp out loud. He grins, and tucks them into his back pocket like they’re some sort of souvenir. “I’ll replace them,” he murmurs and then flattens himself on the ground and slides his hands under my ass to lift my body to his mouth.
The first sweet touch of his tongue to my clit sends sparks shooting through me, and stars dance on the cave walls. The temperature in the cave skyrockets, and my body grows hot, too hot. His tongue slides and caresses as he eats at me, and his loud moans are matching mine. I’m not sure who is turned on more here. He pushes his tongue inside, and I clench around him. Tremors begin in my core, and Cole growls louder.
A shuddery little breath escapes my lungs as he sucks, nibbles, and pushes a finger inside me. I writhe shamelessly and reach for him as he fills me. His tongue slicks and curls over me, back and forth, back and forth, a torturous tease, and volcanic pressure builds. I try to breathe past it. I am so not ready for this to end.
The truth is, I’ve had sex before, but what this man is doing to me is blowing my damn mind. But maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s different because I’m with my best friend, a guy who truly cares about me, and vice versa.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my clit, the vibration bringing on a rush of wetness. His fingers burrow deep, and I draw in a sharp breath as the world closes in on me. Completely lost in the moment—in Cole—I shut my eyes. Drugged, already addicted, I give in to everything pulling at me. I move restlessly as my sex pulses and I tumble into an intense orgasm.
“Cole,” I cry out as I shatter around his fingers.
“Keep coming for me, Reece,” he responds from between my legs, the need in his voice spiking my desire as he laps at me, drinking in all my liquid desire.
I shake beneath him as he buries his face in my sex. He stays between my thighs for a long time, lapping and licking until he’s had his fill. A fluttering noise reaches my ears, and when he finally lifts his head and I see moisture around his mouth—my hot desire wetting his face—it arouses me all over again. His grin is wicked, sexy, and my breath catches at the playful way he’s looking at me.
“Hear that?” he asks.
I listen, and I hear something flutter. “Yeah.”
“You weren’t loud enough. I need to rectify that.”
He pushes to his feet to rip into his pants. I scurry backward a bit when he releases his cock, so big and hard for me that I nearly swallow my tongue.
His head dips, the muscles along his jaw clenching. “You okay, Reese?” he asks as he takes his cock into his hand and strokes it.
“Yeah,” I manage, but I can’t tear my gaze away as he rubs himself, long steady pumps that make me ache to feel him inside me.
He snatches the water bottle, opens it, and presses it to my mouth. “Drink.”
I take a long pull, then he finishes what’s left and shoves it into his backpack. I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting my dry skin.
Cole groans, a deep, tortured sound, so sexy and needy it gives me an idea. A dirty, delicious, naughty idea. He likes to play during sex, but two can enjoy his game, right? “You know,” I begin and point at him, “your voice is much deeper than mine. If you ask me, I think your moans might be just what we need to scare the ghost away.”
His eyes narrow, but before he can say anything, I go up on my knees and take his hard cock into my hungry mouth.
“Holy fuuuuck,” he growls, and the sound echoes around us, proving my point. “That is so hot.”
I draw what I can of him to the back of my throat, and he gently grips my hair. His moans grow louder, but I can hardly hear them through the thundering of my heart. I lick his pre-cum and suck harder, working for more. His muscles are so tight, his blood flowing so fast, I know he’s close. While I want to taste him, selfish girl that I am, I’m too desperate to have him inside me to let him come in my mouth. But there’ll be time for that later. We still have plenty of vacation left.
Wait, this should probably be a one-time-only thing, right? I should clarify that.
He tugs on my hair. “Reese, you need to stop.”
I inch back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Why?” I ask innocently, and he just growls at me.
“On your back. It’s time for me to fuck you.”
I fall onto the makeshift pillow and stare up at his magnificent body, all hard lines and grooves I can’t wait to explore with my hands and tongue. He drops to his knees, and I widen my thighs to accommodate him.
He leans into me and that’s when it occurs to me that we need protection. I can’t freaking believe I nearly forgot. But my body is on sensory overload, so far gone that it’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience, and that’s messing with me in dangerous ways.
“Condom,” I say, my voice cracking.
Cole fists his hair. “Shit, right. Sorry about that.”
“You have one?”
Please let him have one!
“Yeah,” he says and grabs his shorts.
Cripes, I don’t know what I was worried about. This is Cole. An adrenaline-junkie adventure guide who is always prepared for everything.
If only I were prepared for this.
He grabs a condom. “I can’t believe I almost forgot,” he says, his deep voice rippling through me as he quickly sheathes himself then settles between my legs. I guess this sex is messing with him as much as it is me.
“Ready to scream, Reesey Piecey?”
I grin. Honestly, I never knew sex could be so much fun. “Yes,” I murmur against his throat.
He rubs his cock up to caress my clit, teasing the ever-living hell out of me. If his goal is to make me scream from want, then he’s seriously headed down the right road. His crown circles my hard nub languidly, and my entire body tingles in anticipation.
With single-minded determination, I move, lift, and shift, anything to force him inside, but he clearly has other plans, and I believe they involve driving me out of my mind. I fear I’m going to start babbling like an idiot soon. That would for sure scare any ghosts away.
His crown circles, teases, and slips in an inch, only to withdraw. Pressure builds in my body as desperation takes hold.
Enough already.
I pinch his back and he chuckles. “What’s the matter, Reesey Piecey?”
“You know what’s the matter.”
“Sorry, you’re going to have to tell me.”
“Hate you,” I say.
“Hate you, too.”
His tip enters, giving me only an inch, and a cry lodges in my throat, his teasing becoming too much. I need him. Now.
“Cole, please,” I beg.
“Keep talking to me, Reese. Keep making lots of noise,” he says, acting like he has all the patience in the world, but I can sense his restraint, his fight for control. He’s as desperate to be inside me as I am to have him. But for some reason he’s holding himself back.
“I need your cock,” I say, and don’t care if I sound like an eager nymphomaniac because right now, there is no better way to describe me.
He shoves a little deeper inside, and when he gives a husky groan, my eyes roll in my head. My sex clenches, and it’s almost scary how much I want this—how much I need him.
“Is this what you want? Is this what’s going to make you moan louder?”
“Yes,” I say. “This is exactly what I need.”
His sharp intake of breath doesn’t go unnoticed by me as I fall back onto the makeshift pillow. He powers forward and fills me even more, and I don’t care who the hell is in the vicinity. I let go of all inhibitions and just whimper without care.
“Good, so damn good,” I say, and grip him with my sex muscles to keep him from pulling out again.
“Fuck, yes,” he says, and rewards me by burying himself deep. “I can’t wait for you to come around my cock,” he whispers in my ear.
I give a broken gasp as his words echo through me. “Yes. Fuck me, Cole. Hard,” I cry out as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before. My muscles suck him in, and I clench around him, but he pulls out, and the sweet friction nearly sends me soaring to the moon. His mouth finds mine again, and he fills me even more as his veins become engorged with heated blood.
His chest pushes against mine, rubbing and stimulating my aching nipples as he moves over me. He presses harder, strokes faster, and every nerve in my body is screaming as the need builds, reaching a point of no return. We move together, finding a natural rhythm like we’ve been doing this our entire lives. I must say, we’ve done a lot of things together, but sadly, this wasn’t one of them. I’m so glad we’re rectifying that.
His hands slide over my body, exploring, stroking softly in contrast to the sweet stabs of pleasure between my legs, the combination raising my need for him higher and higher.
“Cole,” I murmur.
The air around us sizzles. “Can’t hear you.” He pulls out and slams back in again, greedily plunging, frantic with need.
“Yes,” I cry out. I love seeing him this aroused, this needy. My hands race over his hot skin, sharing in his urgency, the intimacy between us.
Cole gives a low groan and crushes his hands through my hair. “I’m so close,” he growls. The need in his voice sends me soaring, and my entire body squeezes. “Fuck, Reese.”
I climax around his cock, my orgasm stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. But I can’t think about that right now as my sex throbs and pulses and I feel like I’m free-falling without a net. I whimper and hold on to Cole like my life depends on it.
“Breathe, Reese,” he says and stills inside me, the intimacy in his tone sending a riot of emotions racing through me as I clench so hard I practically lose my vision. As he gives me a moment to recover, he moves my hair from my face. My lids flash open and when I catch the tender way he’s looking at me my heart goes into my throat. “You good?” he asks.
I nod, too afraid to speak, too afraid of what I might say. I move against him, undulating my hips to let him know I’m ready for him again—want everything he has to give me. As my body quakes, I mentally kick myself for going off the pill. I want to feel him release inside me. The first thing I’m going to do when we return home is to go back on birth control. Wait! Shit. I’m not thinking clearly. This ends when this trip is over and we go our separate ways.
He jerks his hips forward and our moans mingle, all thoughts of the pill forgotten. I lift to take him in deeper, and love the way his lids grow heavier like he’s lost to everything except what the two of us are doing.
A new kind of need churns inside me, fueling my desires, pushing me close to the precipice once again.
I wrap my legs around his back and hug him with my thighs. His head goes back and his eyes close as he stills inside me. I take in his features, the strength of his body, the closeness between us.
“Come for me again, Reese,” he commands, and just like that I let go, my body obeying his demands with another hot rush of heat between my legs. Honest to God, I never expected to come a third time, but the look on his face, and the command in his voice, pushed me over the edge again.
“Oh, fuck, Reese,” he says. “I feel you.”
“I feel you, too,” I say, but never have I felt anything like this. I slide my hands around his back and tug until his mouth is on mine. We kiss, our tongues languidly sliding as we ride out our releases. On his last pulse, Cole collapses on top of me, his mouth going to my neck. His breath is so hot it’s scalding my skin. I hold him to me. Holy hell. I feel a level of satisfaction I’ve never known. It’s insane how good it is between us. I had no idea it could ever be this good.
Yes, you did.
Okay, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted this, thought about it once, twice or a million times over the years. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to act on it. This is Cole. My best friend in the whole world. We hold each other for a long time, both lost in our own thoughts. His hand is on my arm, stroking softly, touching me in such a familiar way.
“Reese,” he finally says, breaking the quiet as he pulls out of me.
His harsh breath flutters the hair on my neck, and I ache at the sudden loss of him inside me. “Yeah?”
“We good?” he asks, his voice rumbling against my ear.
“Yes,” I say, pretty sure things will never be the same again.
“Still hate me?”
“More than ever.”
“Hate you, too.”