Live for You (14 page)

Dammit.

I’m nervous as hell. I’ve
never had a girl here before, always hooking up at their place. Not
because I think my room is sacred, but I do have a little sister to
think of and her waking up to breakfast with some random girl
doesn’t sit right with me. But tonight, Kelly’s gone, staying at a
friend’s house.

Thank God for sleepovers, I
think, before Rae’s hands are once more around my dick. Suddenly,
her tongue swirls around the head and I gasp, “Holy shit.” I watch
her mouth move on me, her body golden. No tans lines evident
anywhere. She takes me deep and it’s all I can do not to come right
then.

I allow her to torture me a
bit longer, then push her back on the bed. Placing a knee on the
mattress, I look her over. Her chest is heaving, breasts with pink
nipples hard and begging for my mouth.

She’s not shy about her
body, not this time, and I smile, tracing an invisible line from
her throat to the bluebird tattoo on her hip then down to her
blonde curls. Her pussy is soft, smooth and extremely wet. My
fingers dip between her lips, finding her swollen clit and she
moans.

Her legs part and I slowly
sink two fingers inside. “Like that?” I growl.

“
Yes
.”

I give a hard thrust and
her back arches. “And that?”

“
Stop playing around,
Cole.”

I lean over her, kissing a
hard nipple and biting it. Hard. She squeals and grabs my hair. I
slide my tongue lower, over that damn scar she’s so ashamed of, and
right to wear I’m going to put my dick in a few minutes.

I flick my tongue over her
clit and she lets go of my hair to clutch the comforter. “You like
that, too?”

“
Yes,” she says again. And
I take a long, slow lick.

“
Want me to stop?” I ask
against her delicate skin. I suck her clit in my mouth, gentle
enough to not hurt her but hard enough to make her
scream.

“
No, no…don’t.”

My dick is hard enough to
crack anything open and I’m nearly out of my mind with wanting her,
but teasing her, drawing it out…watching her come undone is a heady
thing.

I stop, looking up at her.
She glares at me, her mouth pouting.

“
Now, I don’t believe you
actually like it as much as you say.” That glare of hers turns
murderous. “How about you tell me what you want me to
do?”

“
Lick me,” she orders, her
face coloring beyond the flush of sexual arousal.

“
Lick you
where?”

Her fingers glide down,
with a practice ease that I find extremely hot, and show me. Soon
I’m not sure what turns me on more, watching her work her clit or
the noises she’s making. I grab a condom and shove it on, then push
her hands out of the way.

“
Last chance, baby. Tell
me no and we stop, turn out the lights and go to sleep.” Well, I’d
spend the night in the shower, cold water as my blanket. But I want
the option out there. She always has a choice with me.

Chapter
Fourteen

Violet

“
Are you sure you want to
do this?” he asks again, as if I need yet a third time to think
about the decision I’d made as soon as I’d gotten in his
Jeep.

I gaze into his dark blue
eyes. They’re filled with lust, desire and tenderness, mirroring my
inner emotions. Smiling, I let my gaze drift lower and lower as I
admire him. Tattoos follow the contours of muscles and skin. Lines
of poetry that I’m familiar with and some I’m not. I touch him,
splaying my fingers wide over his hard abs.

He’s beautifully hard,
muscled, and soon to be mine.

I need him inside of me. I
want to forget that my conversation with Lacey ever happened. I
only want to remember what happened in the old gym. His fingers
inside of me, making me come. My orgasm so hard and amazing I’d
forgotten who I was in that moment.

“
Rae?” he
pants.

I spread my legs wider in
invitation. “Yes,” I say and he covers me, his chest pressed to
mine. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of him. So strong and
hard in my arms. The crisp hair on his legs rub against my
sensitized skin. And I can’t help but moan. I grip his shoulders,
kiss his chest and scrape my teeth over his nipples.

He groans, then raises up
slightly and rubs his cock against me, where I’m wet and exposed.
The blunt head of him eases inside of me and my eyes open wide at
his invasion. His hips roll and he’s stretching me. My nails dig
into his shoulders and he hisses. A sound of pure pleasure to my
ears.

“
This good?”

I nod. “More.”

“
Oh, I’ll give you more,
baby,” he says, looking down on me with a wicked smile. “I’m going
to make those tits bounce and you scream my name when you come all
over my dick.”

A fresh wave of lust washes
over me. “More action, less talk.”

He pumps his hips hard and
I gasp as he fills me, almost to the point of pain. He’s huge. He’s
moving and my body moves with him. He thrusting harder now, still
talking dirty to me while pressing sweet kisses on my cheek and
mouth. I wrap my legs around his lean hips and he slides in
further.

“
Holy…sweet…hell, baby.
You feel good.” He dips his head and I arch my back, wanting his
mouth on my nipples. He sucks, swirls his tongue and then lets go,
planting an elbow on each side of me.

His blue eyes are nearly
black now and he’s thrusting into me so hard that the bed rocks and
squeaks with us. “Oh God…
ugn
…ohmygod,” I breath. “Don’t stop,
don’t stop.”

He groans low in his
throat, then slips a hand between us and presses down on my clit. I
see stars, call out his name and he kisses me, stroking the sides
of my cheeks. He rocks faster, his tongue tangling in mine, until
he tears his mouth away and growls my name.

Our eyes meet and I’m
undone by the emotion in them. I am undone by him. I thought I
wanted to forget, but he makes me remember all the very good things
about being vulnerable with a guy.

“
You okay?” he asks
softly.

I nod, too overwhelmed to
speak. Too afraid I’ll ruin this perfect moment.

Cole rolls to the side,
taking me with him, his hands slowly gliding up and down my back. I
feel…loved. There’s no other word for it. I snuggle closer,
breathing in the mouthwatering scent of him.

“
Can you stay the night?”
he asks between kisses on my shoulder and top of my
back.

I sigh. Nothing like
getting caught up in the moment and forgetting that a curfew is in
place. Well, a curfew imposed by me. I respect my grandmother too
much to use her house like a hotel. “No. Nana will worry if I don’t
come home.”

He nods. “Give me ten
minutes to hold you.”

Ten minutes isn’t enough. I
want hours, days, weeks...years. I want forever. But I’m terrified
to give my thoughts a voice. “It’s only nine. How about three
hours? We can watch T.V. if you get bored,” I tease, with success,
because he rolls his eyes playfully and squeezes me tighter. That
feeling of being loved grows stronger, but I shove it
aside.

Until now, the only guy I’d
ever been with had my undying love. And I thought I had
his.

Maybe things are better
when love’s not involved. It’ll be easier to say goodbye when the
time comes.

Or so I try to convince
myself.

*** *** ***

Cole

Water runs down my body as
I slowly thrust into her, blue eyes widening with every roll of my
hips. She’s tight everywhere: her grip on my shoulders, her pussy
around my dick and her thighs around my waist.

She gasps my name and then
moans. I join her seconds later, unable to prolong my orgasm any
further. I lean my forehead against the tiled wall, panting while
my heart races. This is the third time I’ve been inside of her
tonight. The second, only an hour earlier, with her bent over my
bed, my hands on her hips and her face buried in the
mattress.

There’s a handprint on her
right ass cheek. Mine, of course, from when she’d gotten too
impatient and tried to top from the bottom. She’d liked it so much
that there’s a matching one her left cheek.

I grin and slide out of
her, stepping out of the shower to dispose of the condom. She’s
washing her hair when I join her again.

“
You already did that,” I
say. “We washed each other, before you got all frisky with me,
remember?”

She blinks at me, skin
pinkening. “Oh, I forgot.” I give her a “Seriously?” look. “Well,
obviously not that part. Frisky, whatever,” she huffs, but a little
smile of satisfaction takes away the edge to her complaint. “Fine.
You made me a mindless sex machine. Happy?”

“
Oh yeah,” I laugh. Pure
male satisfaction rises within me at the notion that I’ve basically
screwed her senseless. Only with Rae, this was more than just
screwing or fucking or even sex.

And I’m not quite sure
what to do with that. Should I take hold of it, mold it into an
acceptable guy feeling? Shit. Is there such a thing as an
acceptable guy feeling? Hell, it’s been so long since I’ve had a
feeling this
strong
besides rage that I don’t know.

Rae rinses her hair and
steps out of the shower. I scrub off my junk and join her. She
hands me a towel and we both dry off in silence. It’s not an uneasy
silence but it’s not exactly comfortable either. I know the
thoughts battling it out in my head, so God only knows what’s in
hers.

She has her secrets. That
much is clear.

I walk out of the bathroom
and down the hall to my room, Rae close behind. A quick glance at
my phone for the time and I plop down on my bed, stretching my legs
out. My feet touch the bed frame at the end. I try to not let that
bother me. I try not to think of the kind of place Rae lives in.
Yes, she lives with her parents, but all I can imagine is a huge
mansion like the one my sperm donor lives in for part of the
year.

Yeah, I know his schedule.
When I was little, Crystal required me to know everything about
him.

“
Be good for momma, Cole.
Don’t talk back. Don’t raise your voice. Be nice to your little
brother and for God’s sake don’t whine,” Crystal whispers as I
watch my father pace the living room, phone in one hand and beer in
another. I’m seven years old and Parker is five. Our parents have
been fighting for hours. “You’re gonna help make sure he doesn’t
leave me this time and go back to that bitch.”

Nothing like putting the
pressure of an adult relationship falling apart on a little boy’s
shoulders. But I guess for Crystal, I’ve been the only man who
hasn’t left her, hasn’t abused her. Although, I’m pretty sure she’s
thinks I’ve taken advantage of her by breathing.

Rae joins me on the bed,
pressing her body, hot from the shower, close to mine. I feel her
breasts on me, her firm thigh as she carefully places it across my
groin. Something I appreciate since I’m not very fond of my balls
getting smashed.

She brushes back the hair
in my eyes. “Sleepy?”

More like exhausted.
“Satisfied.”

She stretches, her body
rubbing mine. “You should be.”

“
What about you?” I ask,
turning my attention to her.

She smiles, then props her
chin up on my chest. “More than satisfied.”

We fall back into the
silence that permeated the bathroom. Judging by the look on Rae’s
face, she doesn’t mind. In fact she looks half asleep, eyes
blinking slower and slower, until she repositions herself for the
last time and mumbles, “Wake me up before midnight.”

I kiss the top of her head.
“You got it, Cinderella.”

A soft snort, then a deep
breath and she’s out. Wrapping one arm loosely around her, I grab
my phone and scroll through Facebook, but I’m really not interested
in viewing photobombing kittens in a shark suit memes.

She snuggles closer, a soft
sigh leaving her.

I don’t think I’ll ever get
used this. Sure, Madison and I talked afterwards, but it was out on
her balcony while we smoked. Then I’d leave, go do my thing while
she did whatever it was she did. I’m not exactly the type to cuddle
and talk, or even sleep, but that’s not because I have an aversion
to it. Time’s my enemy, not women.

Only tonight I have all the
time in the world. Midnight curfew notwithstanding.

The rest of our time
together slips by and at five, until I gently shake Rae away. Big
blue eyes blink up at me, sleepy and adorable. Lips full and pouty
as she yawns with one of those girl noises accompanying
it.

Somehow we manage to get
dressed and out the door without falling into bed again. Not the
easiest thing since she’d muttered how sore she was as we walked to
my Jeep. My ego had gotten real happy about that
complaint.

Pulling into the driveway,
I cut the lights and turn off the engine. Small puffs of cold air
coming from our mouths as we sit there.