Forbidden love a bad boy.., p.83
Forbidden Love: A Bad Boy Series Box Set, page 83
I took Violet’s hand away from my throbbing dick. Lacing my fingers through hers, I squeezed her hand tightly as the SUV pulled up to the back door of the kitchen. I opened the door before my driver could even put it into park and helped Violet slip out after me.
“I’ll text you when I’m ready tomorrow,” I said before shutting the door behind me.
The kitchen door was open like I left it. The house staff was gone, too. Complete and utter privacy like we needed. I pushed the door open to let Violet step inside before locking it behind her.
Violet gazed about the spacious kitchen with a smile. She turned to look at me, setting her phones down on the kitchen island.
“Beautiful kitchen,” she said. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?”
I tossed my wallet, keys, and phones onto the kitchen island next to her things. I was so hard that it was almost painful.
“We can talk later,” I growled, taking three large steps to gather her into my arms. “I can’t think of anything else right now.”
“Thank God for that,” Violet murmured against my lips before I swept her up into a hot kiss.
I kissed her long and hard as we stumbled blindly through the kitchen, knocking things down in the process. I didn’t care, though. All I could care about was Violet’s mouth on my own and her teeth nipping at my lower lip. Soft moans escaped her into my mouth as our tongues battled against one another’s for dominance.
I needed this. Fuck. I needed her badly.
The back of a couch caught me by surprise. Violet took the opportunity to push me back into the couch cushions. I fell back into them without too much protest when she climbed up on me, straddling my hips with a happy grin. Her blonde hair had fallen out of her bun. It tangled wildly around her flushed face, and her lips were swollen from our kisses already.
“You missed me,” she whispered, one hand trailing down my chest to the band of my jeans. “I can feel it. You missed me, huh?”
Her fingers reached in to give the tip of my cock a wicked squeeze. I sucked in a harsh breath when she reached in further to stroke me teasingly. My hips jerked upwards to grind up against that sweet heat I could feel coming from the center of her legs.
“More than you’ll ever know,” I groaned out, clasping onto her hips. “You’re not sore anymore, are you?”
“Not anymore.”
My fingers flexed against her hips. “Good, but I’m going to make sure it feels even better than the last time.”
“How so?” she asked, giving me another squeeze. “I don’t think you’re going to last very long here.”
I sat up quickly to knock her hand away. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lifted her easily to toss her back onto the couch cushions this time. Violet let out a startled cry as she looked up at me with wide eyes that were vibrant with excitement and anticipation.
“You’ll see, sweetheart. You’ll see.”
I wasted no time in tugging her tank top up to toss it on the ground, followed by the lacy bralette she was wearing. I buried my face in the valley of her breasts while nipping at the sensitive skin there. She arched up against me with a throaty moan when I took a nipple into my mouth, teasing the little pink bud with the tip of my tongue.
“Cole,” she panted, writhing underneath me. “Please. Just take me now. Don’t tease me.”
“It’s called foreplay,” I corrected against the heat of her skin. I pressed a kiss above her belly button before reaching the hemline of her jean shorts. “You feeling good, baby?”
“More than good. Please.”
She propped herself up on her elbows to gaze down at me pleadingly, but I had no plans of letting her get up easily. Even if the soreness was gone, I wanted each and every time to feel better. We had all the time in the world without the fear of someone walking in on us. I planned to make the time count.
I pulled her jean shorts down the smoothness of her legs, followed by her underwear. She laid back, hands tugging at my shoulders, but I pushed them down into the couch pillows. The smell of her arousal only added to the ache in my loins. I wanted so badly to bury myself into that sweet and tight heat again, but I resisted it for the moment.
I kissed the apex of her thigh.
“Cole.” Violet sat up again with a desperate look. “Please, just fuck me. Don’t—”
Her head tossed back in pleasure when I sucked in the bundle of nerves begging to be touched. I sucked and licked until I felt her inner thighs quiver with a pending orgasm. Her fingers clawed at my hair desperately as she tried to stay rooted to reality, but she gave in a minute later when her body lurched off the couch. A scream tore past her lips as she bucked wildly in the throes of an orgasm.
Hot juices spilled out over my fingers as I cupped the quivering flesh there to feel her ride out the waves. Her chest was flushed bright red from the intensity of it as she looked down at me with wild eyes.
“Told you,” I said smugly. “Ready for another, baby?”
“Yes,” she said. “Please, Cole.”
I tugged my shirt off, tossing it to join the rest of the clothes on the floor. Violet sat up to help me with my belt and pushed the fabric of my pants and boxers down to free my erection. Hot lips sucked on the tip of my cock before I could push her back down to the couch cushions. She sucked hard again which earned a groan from me.
That sweet mouth on me was nearly my undoing. I couldn’t last long with Violet sucking on me the way she was now, or how her hands gently stroked in time with each suck. One of these days, I would let myself indulge in this type of release, but for now, I wanted to be buried deep in her to feel those tight muscles clenching with pleasure. I gently threaded my fingers in her hair to pull her head back. She let go with a reluctant smack of her lips. She looked up at me in confusion when I motioned for her to lay down.
“Lay down,” I told her. “I’m not letting you get me off that way.”
“You got me off that way,” she pointed out but stretched back with her legs wrapped around my waist. “What’s the difference?”
Slick flesh and heat surrounded my cock when I pushed inside of her. I kept one eye trained on Violet’s face for any sign of discomfort. Her lips thinned slightly as she blew out a hot breath, forcing her body to relax against me.
“Relax,” I murmured, resting on my forearms to kiss her forehead. The pressure on my cock was nearly too much to handle, but I forced myself to go slow. I didn’t want to hurt her again without knowing it. “Just take a deep breath, baby. This feels a million times better, coming inside of you.”
“It does?” She breathed against my ear.
I dug my fingers into the sides of the couch. Sweat was dripping off the both of us now. Her fingers grasped at the back of my shoulder blades.
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned out, grinding up against her. “You have no idea how good it feels.”
I felt the tension in Violet’s body slowly give way. Her eyebrows furrowed into a completely different expression as I rotated my hips back for a deeper thrust. She didn’t wince when I thrust hard again. She wrapped her legs around my waist tightly, thighs squeezing in a wordless encouragement.
“Harder,” she whispered. “Faster.”
I didn’t need more encouragement than that. Grasping the back of her thigh, I propped her leg up on my shoulder. The new angle gave a deeper penetration, and that was when I went crazy.
Chapter 14
Violet
The sting of sex was starting to lessen into something far more pleasurable. Each thrust sent my senses spiraling in a million different directions it felt like. The first time had felt good. There was no mistaking that. The pain had only lasted a minute or so, but this time, it only lasted a few seconds before it gave away to something far more pleasurable than before.
Cole’s face was contorted in pleasure. His fingers were digging into the back of my thigh so hard that I knew there would be bruises there I would have to explain, but I didn’t care to stop it. He was here with me. He was here making love to me the way I always desired it—passionate and wild to the point that I could barely hang on to his writhing body.
Another orgasm came barreling down on me. It stretched every single one of my senses as it burst in my stomach. That rush of pleasure was intoxicating as I clung to Cole’s arms to keep grounded. I wanted to see that look on his face.
Sweat dripped down his temples. His eyes were clenched shut as he went jagged against me with a loud groan. I felt him release inside of me while his face collapsed in sheer pleasure. The both of us clung to one another for what seemed like hours with the sunlight shifting throughout the living room.
Exhaustion finally took me. After spending the past few nights worrying over Cole, I could finally sleep knowing his answer. His answer was lying next to me on the couch with his arms wrapped around me while we soaked up the silence together.
I woke a little while later when I felt Cole scoop me up in his arms. I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me.
“Sleep,” he said quietly. “I’m just taking us up to my room.”
I didn’t protest. I slept long and hard to wake only two times in the night to find Cole’s arms wrapped around me tightly. It wasn’t until the bright morning light came through the bedroom windows that I finally felt rested.
Warm breaths puffed up against the back of my neck. Cole’s arm was heavy and secure against my waist when I sucked in a deep breath, unwilling to move just yet. Every inch of him was pressed up against my back. The blankets and sheets were tangled about our legs.
It felt so good to be here in his bed. A smile tugged at my lips while I mentally went over the previous day’s events. After wondering for days if Cole would turn into a ghost, I got my answer by him showing up at the beach. I got my answer from the way he had made sure that every inch of our love making felt even better than before.
I didn’t care if I had to lie to my mom again. If I could spend the rest of my day and Saturday night in Cole’s arms, it would be worth the constant pestering.
I shifted beneath Cole’s arms slowly to look over at him. My heart swelled with warmth at the sight of his face, utterly peaceful in his sleep. The dark shadow of a beard covered his strong jaw and cheeks. This was the man of my dreams, and I finally had him.
Unable to lay still any longer, I managed to slip out of bed without disturbing Cole as he wrapped his arms around my pillow instead. I found a spare shirt in the walk-in closet filled with fancy clothes and shoes to slip into before finding a guest bathroom further down the hall. Cole’s Hampton home was much more spacious than the one my parents owned. There was no doubt about that.
I found our clothes and my underwear downstairs in the living room from the afternoon before. Shimmying back into them, I went into the kitchen to look through the fridge for breakfast. My stomach growled loudly when I found pancake batter and fresh milk and eggs.
“Yes,” I said, pulling everything that I could find out. “Sex really does make you hungry.”
Especially sex with Cole. I probably burned at least a few hundred calories from yesterday. A giddy giggle left me at that as I measured out a couple of cups of pancake batter in a bowl. I started a pot of coffee, too, while I waited for the frying pan to heat up.
“Do I smell coffee?”
I looked up at the sound of Cole’s gravelly voice. He entered the living room, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers. His hair was still ruffled from sleep and the afternoon before. A smile tugged at Cole’s lips when he took the sight of the bowl filled with pancake batter.
My stomach fluttered happily as he rounded the kitchen counter to walk up to me.
“I just made some,” I said, and gladly stepped into the circle of his strong arms.
I pressed my cheek up against his upper chest. A couple of chest hairs tickled my nose, but I wouldn’t change this feeling for anything in the world. It felt so right to be in the kitchen on Saturday morning, cooking breakfast for the both of us after an afternoon filled with great sex. Mind blowing sex that only seemed to get better every single time now.
Cole’s arms loosened around me as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. He reached around then to grab two mugs from the kitchen cabinet to pour us both a cup of coffee.
“I haven’t had a woman make me breakfast in a long time,” he said, handing me a cup with a smile. “Besides for my house staff, that is. It’s nice having that again.”
That warmed my heart as I poured some pancake batter into the frying pan. I was making a good dent a least in Cole’s life.
“I’m glad that you are good with me being here,” I said, picking up my mug of coffee. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
Cole took a drink of his coffee. “What are yours?”
“I have none really. I’m not going to my mom’s party tonight, so my schedule is free for you.”
“I have to head back into the city by the evening,” Cole said. “How about we eat some breakfast, take a shower, and then enjoy a nice boat ride on the ocean before it gets to be too cold to do anything?”
“Anything you want to do,” I replied, flipping a pancake easily in the frying pan.
Strong hands cupped my breasts suddenly. I let out a startled gasp as heat immediately pooled between my legs at the bold touch. Cole’s lips pressed up against the column of my neck, leaving behind a trail of hot kisses that made me squirm with pleasure. I could feel something hot and hard press up against right ass cheek.
“I’m never going to want to stop having you,” Cole whispered into my ear, squeezing my breasts seductively. “You know how sexy you look standing here in one of my shirts. Are you wearing any underwear?”
I bit my lip meekly when one of Cole’s hands dipped down to cup me between my legs. His fingers pressed up against me teasingly and then retreated before I could fully enjoy the touch. The smell of burnt pancake drew us both out of the haze surrounding us as Cole grabbed the frying pan to dump the burnt pancake into the sink.
“It’s probably a good idea if we wait until after we eat,” Cole said, chuckling. “What do you think?”
I forced my body to cool back down to a normal temperature. “Might be a good idea. Don’t want to burn your fancy house down. You’d have to explain to everyone what happened.”
“That wouldn’t be a very pleasant explanation,” he said and grimaced. “I’ll get the pancakes ready. Think about it if you want to take the boat out with me for a picnic on the water.”
“You already know the answer to that.”
I paused when I caught sight of my phone spinning in a circle on the kitchen island. Sighing, I picked it up to see that I had three missed phone calls from my mom already this morning. Shit. I tapped a finger against my phone while I debated on calling her back with Cole standing alongside me. If she heard one thing that alerted her to where I was, it’d be over. Everything would be ruined before I could enjoy it.
“I have to call my mom really quick,” I said. “She’s called me three times.”
“Might be a good idea. She’ll send the police after you if you don’t call her back.” Cole glanced over his shoulder at me with a spatula in his right hand. “You can use my office if you want to talk privately to her.”
“Thanks.”
I walked up the stairs to Cole’s office which, in my opinion, was more like a large library with tons of books. He rarely used it, judging from the fine layer of dust on his desk.
“Where have you been?” Gloria asked, exasperated. “Vi, you can’t just take off on me like that. I know that you said you were with a friend, but it’s not like you to not answer your phone.”
“I’m sorry. We just got caught up talking this morning, that’s all.” I took a seat in Cole’s office chair, folding my legs underneath me as I gazed out the window that overlooked a large pool. “I haven’t seen her since college, so I’m going to stay here in the city with her for a little bit longer.”
“Where are you exactly?”
“Manhattan,” I said. The lie slipped out surprisingly easily. “We drove back to the city last night to have a few drinks, and we had too many to come back. We’re going to do some shopping here for the afternoon. I’ll be home later.”
Gloria sighed into the phone. “I suppose that’s fine, Vi. Find a nice dress to wear to the party tonight because—”
“I can’t come to the party tonight,” I interrupted, wincing at the irritating noise my mother made in the back of her throat. “I’m sorry, but Cole asked me to come back into the city to look at things for work. We have a big meeting in the city.”
“I swear that Cole is working you too hard.” My cheeked burned at that while the heat between my legs flared. “I’m going to speak with him about using you too much as a personal assistant. I think the job is starting to wear you down.”
“Don’t, Mom. I’m honestly fine. I have to go, so I’ll see you before I leave this afternoon.”
I hung up before she could say anything else. A small bit of guilt bubbled in my stomach, but I knew there was no way that I could be honest with her about my feelings for Cole. Or what had happened, either, over the past two weeks. My parents would never want Cole around again, and then they would pressure me to leave. It was just too much drama to deal with.
A fresh stack of pancakes was waiting for me when I came back down the stairs. My heart swelled with love when Cole looked up from the newspaper he was reading with a mug of coffee in hand.
