Don’t Leave
By
Jennifer Sucevic
Copyright 2015 by Jennifer Sucevic
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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About the Author
Chapter One
“Wake up, babe.” Ever so slowly Cole kisses his way across my naked shoulder as I sigh. “We’ve got class in an hour.”
Still feeling all warm and sleepy, I stretch against the firm length of his body. “Not yet,” I mumble, “we don’t have to get up just yet.”
Twenty-five minutes.
That’s all we need to roll out of bed and still have roughly thirty seconds to slide into our seats for psych 201. Unable to pry my eyelids open, I turn in his arms. Almost instantly my hands find the solid planes of his chest before stroking hungrily over them. It isn’t long before my wandering fingers are descending down his gorgeous body.
Have I mentioned just how amazingly hard and cut his body is?
Hours spent on the ice playing hockey and in the gym working out have definitely paid off. A few heartbeats later, my hand delves into his boxer briefs before gliding over the rigid length of his morning wood.
“Guess we aren’t going to make it out of bed right now, are we?” His warm breath feathers across me as he growls the words in my ear before quickly rolling me onto my back. Before I’m able to respond, his lips are crashing down upon mine. My fingers caress his long thick erection before sliding further down to play with the only soft part of him.
Squeezing, teasing, softly petting.
God but I love the feel of him.
The barely harnessed power humming beneath the surface of all that beautiful flesh, bone, and muscle. It’s something that used to make me nervous. But I know without a shadow of a doubt that Cole would never use all that well-honed physical power against me. After what happened last year, being touched or manhandled can sometimes send me spiraling into a panic.
I hate what happens when the icy cold tendrils of anxiety flood through every cell of my body. My heart jackhammers a steady, painful tattoo against my chest. Nerves careen and skitter across my flesh. Nausea churns in the pit of my gut...
And then I can’t breathe.
I.
Can’t.
Breathe.
But I’ve been working on that with a therapist and it’s getting better. I’m getting better. The attacks don’t happen with nearly as much frequency as they used to. I’m controlling it instead of being controlled by it.
And Cole is always so careful and patient with me. Right from the start he was gentle and kind. Which is probably why I fell so easily for him. Well… maybe not easily because in the beginning, I fought against the attraction. Fought against getting to know him. I did my best to shut him down at every turn. But the guy can be seriously persistent.
After last year, it was important that I get my life back on track. And a boyfriend or even a hook up situation… was definitely not part of the plan.
No distractions. That was my mantra.
But what I’ve found is that the best laid plans never quite turn out the way you expect them to. If you had asked me a year and a half ago, I would have told you that I’d be playing hockey at Dartmouth and totally dominating out on the ice. Succeeding academically because that’s what I’d always done. I had worked my entire life to get to a division I school. I had sacrificed friendships and a social life along the way to make that dream come true.
Instead of taking Dartmouth by storm, I had crashed and burned.
Too much pressure. Too much stress.
I had ended up losing everything.
Including my family.
Cole’s tongue tangles with mine, pulling me from my dark thoughts which is definitely a welcome distraction. Instead of allowing me to get stuck inside my head, he hovers over my body, caging me in beneath him. I love the way it feels to be completely surrounded by him. We’ve spent hours in bed exploring one another. Learning what the other likes and doesn’t like. One of the things I love best is the way he uses his mouth.
Cole’s kisses are utterly consuming.
Curling my hand around him, I stroke his hard length just the way he likes it. I love driving him to distraction. I may be new to this, but I’ve caught on pretty quickly. Groaning, he slips his fingers into my already dampened panties.
“God, you are so damn wet.” Slowly he sucks my lower lip into his mouth before giving it just a bit of a bite. “So fucking hot,” he whispers huskily.
I whimper as his strong fingers softly stroke my heated flesh before sinking deep inside me. His tongue and fingers move simultaneously, driving me higher. And higher still. In response, my hand closes around him, pumping harder.
Faster.
Without a single word between us, Cole tugs my pink tank top over my head. His heated gaze holds mine for just a heartbeat before he slowly kisses his way down my body towards one hard tipped breast. He worships me until I’m crying out in need before licking a fiery path over to the other as I arch my body towards him.
I love the feel of his hot mouth roving over my naked body. I love the way he makes me feel when we’re together like this. When we’re wrapped up in one another, it’s as if the very world around us ceases to exist.
And then he’s moving lower.
Lower.
Lower.
And lower still.
Nipping at my navel. At the soft indent of my hip bones where he presses kiss after kiss. Until I’m restless with need. With want. When he finally reaches the waistband of my panties, all I want is to feel his gorgeous mouth covering me. Anticipation rushes its way through me until I’m breathless as I wait for him to slowly slide my underwear down my hips, but he doesn’t. Instead he presses a delicate little kiss against the thin material covering my throbbing heat.
Moving my hips impatiently, I whimper wanting the cotton barrier ripped away. I don’t want one single st
itch of clothing coming between us. I want to feel the heat of his mouth against me, singeing me, making me his. I want to feel his lips and tongue stealing over me. He drives me crazy when he teases me like this and he damn well knows it.
But that’s just part of the fun.
When he lays yet another tender kiss against my damp panties, I groan, arching my body up towards him. I’m practically on the verge of begging for it. For him. His chuckle is deep and low, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me right before his finger slips carefully beneath the thin cotton to run almost torturously slow over my slick wetness. Then he’s yanking my panties aside until I can feel the material stretch tautly across my aching flesh. A moment later his warm breath feathers against me, making me shiver as thick shafts of desire slice through me.
It’s always like this between us.
Hot.
Needy.
Explosive.
There are times when it’s slow and gentle and other times when it’s fast and hard. And maybe that would scare me with anyone else… but not with Cole. Never with Cole. Like a drug, I crave only what he can give me. Every thought slides right out of my head as his tongue slowly licks over my slit making my entire body tremble with need.
Just a short month ago, this kind of intimacy would have freaked me out. It would have unleashed the anxiety I keep tightly under wraps, but it no longer does so. I love surrendering to him. I love the way he makes my body throb and pulse. I love everything we do together.
Most of all, I love that Cole Mathews is mine for the taking.
And I’m his.
“You like that, baby?”
“You know I do.” I breathe the words on a long lusty sigh as he continues stroking his tongue over me, playing with my body. Again I arch my hips, wanting nothing more than to feel him buried deep inside my body, filling me to the brim. The ache within is swirling and growing, pulsing and throbbing until it feels as if it might just consume me.
I’ve never felt like this before.
“Cole, please…” I sound desperate… even to my own ears.
“Please, what?”
His voice is raw, scraped low with just as much pent up need as mine. Again his tongue steals over me before finally plunging inside, making me moan and quiver all at the same time. As his talented tongue finds that little bundle of nerve endings, my body bows up into his mouth. He swirls around my clit, scraping it lightly with his teeth before sucking it gently.
And suddenly I’m there.
Teetering precariously on the edge of a delicious orgasm.
My hips have a mind of their own as they move restlessly against him. Need rushes and floods through every cell of my body. I’m panting and pleading for him to push me right over the edge. Just one little nudge is all it will take to get me there.
I’m.
So.
Close.
So freaking close to shattering into a million little jagged pieces of deliriousness.
With an orgasm poised to crash over my body, his mouth unexpectedly disappears. I gasp, my eyes flying open, as he blows a soft breath over my hot pulsing flesh.
“Cole,” I ground out, “Please, I’m so close.” I think there’s just a hint of a whine in my desperate voice. It should embarrass me, to be brought so low. But I don’t give a damn right now. My orgasm is right there.
Right.
There.
I want to scream in frustration.
Oh, wait a minute… I think I just did.
Again I arch my hips towards him. Even though he’s teasing me relentlessly, I know how affected he is by my body. He tells me all the time just how much he loves being buried deep, deep within my slick heat. And I love the feeling of his hard length filling me.
I love how perfectly we fit together.
None of the drunken hook ups I had last year have ever come close to feeling like this.
This is something entirely different.
I may not have a ton of experience, but I know that much.
He groans, staring down at me hungrily. “One more taste.” And then he’s driving his tongue deep inside me and I’m moaning with the pleasure of it all before he pulls away yet again.
Feeling exasperated, I growl, “Stop teasing!”
Climbing up my body, he finally kisses my mouth before whispering, “Delicious.” His hot eyes scorch mine for just a moment with their intensity. “And I love teasing you. It’s my new favorite pastime.”
With those husky words, he quickly flips me over onto my belly before sliding my body down to the edge of the mattress. With his hands on my hips, he pulls my naked backside up in the air. I groan as his fingers glide over me, swirling around my swollen entrance before sinking deep inside. Oh-so-slowly he slides his fingers in and out until I’m pushing myself against him, until I can feel the orgasm building again. Closer and closer until those little whimpering sounds are escaping from my lips once more.
And then his fingers disappear.
“Cole,” I groan, feeling almost beside myself. For the love of god, I just want to come! “Please, I need you!”
Desperately.
He chuckles but it’s strained around the edges as I feel him move behind me. The blunt head of his erection teases my slick heat. Stroking against my lips, caressing them gently. I can just imagine him holding his thick cock in his hand as he guides it across my flesh. A little whimper escapes as that image burns its way through my mind. And then, finally, he’s sinking into me. Sighing, I close my eyes, straining against him. A low, guttural sounding groan falls from his lips.
He’s in so deep.
So fucking deep.
And it feels so damn good.
But then again, it always does.
Wrapping his hard body around mine, his hands slide across my ribcage until he’s able to stroke my breasts. He toys with my peaked nipples as he continues thrusting inside me. After a few moments, one of his hands slowly trails down my body until he’s able to play with my clit. I whimper as an orgasm mounts quickly with each tiny flick of his fingers.
With each stroke of his cock inside me.
We hang there for just a moment before we’re both careening over the edge. I have to bite down on my lower lip so that I won’t scream with the hot waves of pleasure that are streaking their way through my body. In that moment, I might be so far gone that I don’t give a damn about screaming my head off, but I know that having to endure huge shit eating grins, sly looks, and obnoxious comments from a houseful of his hockey teammates over a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table would be downright humiliating.
For me.
Although it’s doubtful Cole would feel the same way. After all, he’d be the one receiving all the fist bumps and back slaps.
Thanks… but no thanks. I’ll just continue biting my lip over here all the while stifling the loud screams that are aching to tear from my throat.
When the last lovely aftershock reverberates through me, I hang my head tiredly between my shoulders as my panting breaths finally even out. Cole relaxes against me, his huge body curving limply around mine. Gently he lays a sweet kiss between my shoulder blades before whispering, “I love you, Cassidy.”
Feeling sated, if not exhausted, I smile before sighing. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Two
Just as I’m leaving Mackenzie Hall where my afternoon economics class is held every Tuesday and Thursday, my feet grind to a sudden halt as a shiver of dread slithers its way down my spine. Luke is sitting outside on one of the stone benches in front of the rolling lawn. His blue-gray eyes are slowly sweeping over the exiting crowd and I have the unsettled feeling that I’m the one he’s searching for. Quickly I duck my head hoping that my long black curtain of hair will shield me from his view.
I think most girls would be ecstatic to catch Luke Wellington’s eye. He’s tall, probably around six foot or so, with big broad shoulders. He plays on the men’s hockey team here at Western with Cole, so he’s muscular from s
kating hard at practice and lifting weights in the gym several times a week. He reminds me of the guy who used to be on that TV show Teen Wolf. The blond one. He’s definitely good looking. Swoonworthy even.
But that’s not what I see when I look at him.
What I see is someone who could resurrect my past and bring the fledgling success I’ve found here at Western crashing down upon my head. I’m not trying to be overdramatic but…
The exact moment his eyes land on me, the delicate skin at the nape of my neck prickles with awareness. Any hope that I’m merely paranoid and therefore overreacting is shot to hell as he quickly jumps to his feet before weaving through the outpouring of students who are scurrying to and from classes. As much as I want to pretend I don’t see him, I know there’s no point in doing so.
He knows exactly who I am.
And I know that he knows.
Instead of darting away like every instinct within is screaming for me to do, I straighten my shoulders before slowly forcing my feet to shuffle towards him.
Something tightens uncomfortably in the pit of my belly as we come face to face.
A million memories somersault unwantedly through my head as our eyes connect. I can’t help but remember just how he came to my rescue. Fighting off the three guys who had been pinning me down before gently wrapping a shirt around my naked body. I remember him murmuring softly before gathering me up in his strong arms and carrying me down the staircase and out to his truck. There were no words spoken between us as I sat huddled in the front seat during the short drive back to the dorms. Then he stayed with me until I fell asleep. The next morning, I’d wanted to believe that it had been nothing more than a horrible nightmare, but I knew it wasn’t. My life had been spiraling downward for months.
And what happened that Saturday night at an off campus house party was the bottom.
Heat and shame flood through my cheeks as our eyes lock and hold.
Luke Wellington is nothing more than a stark reminder of all the mistakes I’d made last year.
My entire reason for coming to Western this fall was for a fresh start.
A clean slate.
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