Her mother and her fucking boyfriend will pay for what they have done to her. I’ll make sure of it. Just as I did with Jeff.
Her hands go to my jeans, and she undoes them. I grab her wrists. “Austin.”
“I need you, Cole,” she whispers, pushing her hips into mine.
And warmth spreads through me at those words.
She needs me.
Releasing her wrists, I slide my hands into her hair and kiss her. Desperately. Because I need her too. We’ve both been ripped open and are bleeding. Something needs to cover the pain.
She kisses me back just as aggressively. My pants hit my ankles, and I step out of them. Then we’re walking backward. I fall onto the couch, my lips breaking from hers. She straddles me, her hand going between our bodies, and she grabs my hard dick. My head falls back to rest on the cushion, and I moan as she strokes me. Slow but firm. Teasing. I close my eyes and feel her lips on my neck. Sucking, licking, and biting.
“Fuck, Austin …” I trail off when she slides onto my hard cock. My breath instantly taken away.
My hands go to her narrow hips, and she begins to move. My fingers dig into her skin as our bodies slap. She sucks on my neck, and all I can do is sit here and pant as she rides me. Has her way with me.
She’s incredible.
And all fucking mine.
My hands let go of her hips, and I slide them in her hair. Yanking her lips from my neck, I lift my head and slam them to mine. I kiss her with need. She pants in my mouth while her hips continue to work with mine.
Her pussy tightens around me, and she pulls her lips away, sucking in a long breath. I lean forward, pulling her hard nipple between my teeth. She cries out when I bite down on it, before sucking it gently.
“Cole.” She whimpers my name, and I yank her head back, exposing her neck to me, and I do the same thing to her. I kiss, lick, bite, and suck every inch of her like it belongs to me. Because she does.
She needs me.
I need her.
We’re like the devil is to sin. Without one, we wouldn’t have the other.
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I stand in the middle of the loft, listening to the shower turn on when my cell rings. I pick up my phone to see Deke flash across my screen.
“Hello?” I ask, looking over at the bathroom door, hoping he doesn’t have much to say. She said she needed a shower after she was done with me, and I want to join her.
“Hey, man.” He sighs. “Becky made me call you.” I frown. “She won’t stop bugging me. But she wants to know if you guys wanna go to lunch.”
“I’m craving Italian,” I hear her yell in the background.
“I tried to tell her you would say no. That it’s not like that—”
“We can go,” I interrupt him.
He’s silent for a long second. “Come again?”
“We’ll go. What time?” It’s just another way for me to show her off. To prove to the world that she’s mine.
Nothing else.
“Uh, an hour?” he asks slowly.
“Okay. See you then.” I hang up.
Walking into the bathroom, I see her inside the shower. I open it up and enter. “We’re going to lunch with Becky and Deke in an hour.”
She stops shampooing her hair and looks at me. Her brows pull together. “Why?”
“Because Deke called and asked.” I place my hands on her hips and press her back into the wall.
“Again, why would he call and ask?”
I smirk. “Because Becky made him.”
She laughs. “He’s so whipped.”
“You are correct. But he’s been in love with her since sophomore year. So it’s not like I didn’t see that coming.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I nod. “He never tried to get with her, though. Knew that she was the type of girl who deserved more than what he was willing to give.”
She frowns. “But you just said he loved her. Why wouldn’t he want to be with her? Doesn’t make sense.”
“He knew he’d break her heart. Too many options out there to stay with just one.”
Her eyes narrow on mine. We haven’t had the talk if I’m sleeping with other girls even though I think she suspects it. I don’t know if she’s afraid I’ll say yes if she asks, or if she just doesn’t care.
She slides out from between me and the wall, moving back under the spray to rinse out her shampoo. “So why now? Thought he would play with her since senior year is almost over?”
She uses the same word Bryan said I’m doing with her. “No. When he was ready to settle down with her last year, she was already in a serious relationship.”
“David,” she says. I nod. “She told me that Deke asked her if what he had heard was true about their breakup that night you guys showed up at the party.” Leaning her head back, she runs her hands over her hair, making sure all the suds are gone. I watch the way her back arches and her tits push out, and lick my lips. “So now what? He’s changed his old ways?” She looks at me skeptically. “Because I watched him swallow a girl’s tongue that night you threw a party at your house. That was just five days before they hooked up.”
“What did you expect? Him to live his life pining for her?” I shake my head. “That’s not how Deke works. Not how any guy with a set of balls works.”
She rolls her eyes. “God forbid a man show a woman he actually has a heart.”
I ignore that statement. “What about you?”
“What about me?” She pours some conditioner in her hand and runs it through her long dark hair.
“You and Martin.”
Her hands freeze midway, and her eyes narrow on me. But she doesn’t answer.
I take a step toward her. “I want you to delete any picture that you have of him off your social media page.”
She tries to shove me away, but her hands are covered in conditioner, so they slide right off. “And I told you when you get a social media page, I’ll do that.” She gives me a big fuck you smile. Like she just asked me to give her the fucking moon. As if it’s impossible.
“I do have one.”
She throws her head back, laughing. “You’re so full of shit.”
I arch a brow. “Wanna bet.”
Her laughter dies down, and her eyes search mine, looking for any indication that I’m pulling her chain. I’m not.
She shakes her head in acceptance. “You’re such a dick.”
“Did you love him?” The words are out of my mouth before I can even stop them. I try not to flinch at the question.
Her eyes narrow on me. “Why do you care, Cole?” she snaps, her patience with this conversation running short. I don’t blame her. I’m not one to talk about pointless shit. But this is important.
Since I first laid eyes on Austin Lowes, I’ve wanted to control her. Own her. Hurt her. What more can a guy take from a woman than their love? Their soul?
She won’t turn on someone she loves, was what Shane had said when we were all standing in the middle of the clubhouse the night I had Deke take her home after I stole her father’s car. I didn’t understand what he meant until now.
Now it makes perfect fucking sense!
I want Austin Lowes to fall in love with me.