Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas Book 8)

by Laylah Roberts

  He slid deep, closing his eyes as he took a long breath in. “Julian, get inside her now.”

  Julian grinned over her shoulder at him as he worked on removing the plug from her ass. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re in pain.”

  He opened his eyes and scowled at the other man. “Get. In. Now.”

  Julian’s lids went half-mast.

  Cole kissed Keira again then heard her groan. Then he felt Julian enter her back passage. Fuck. He could feel his cock through the thin wall. Fuck. Fuck.

  He drew out as Julian drove forward. Their rhythm seemed to sync automatically. His breathing grew harsh, sweat broke out on his skin.

  “Fuck, she’s even tighter with you inside her,” Julian bit out. He was kneeling between their open legs, his wide hands wrapped around Keira’s curvy hips.

  “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  Cole cupped her face, bringing it back so she was looking down at him. “You’re okay? No pain?”

  “No. No. No. More please more.”

  “I think our girl likes having us both take her,” Julian rumbled.

  He searched for jealousy or unease on the other man’s face. Either he was good at hiding it or he felt neither of those things. Cole didn’t know him well enough to figure out which it was. But he was determined he would.

  He’d take everything from them, learn all he could about them, so he knew how to tie them to him, how to keep them, how to earn their loyalty. Even if that meant dealing with spankings and bondage. Those things weren’t so bad. In fact, they were kind of hot. If they kept things under wraps so no one else knew, he could totally go along with that.

  “Nobody is stopping,” he gritted out, taking her lips with his as he drove up.

  “Fuck!” Julian cried. They started again, their rhythm faster this time. Cole didn’t know how close Julian was, but he was so close, it wasn’t going to take much more to send him over the edge.

  “Julian, get ready to come.”

  “Fuck! I’m so close. Shit!” Julian cried out.

  “Now!” Cole roared, driving back and shooting forward. The condom caught his cum and he wished he was bare. He’d need to add that to their talk because after tonight, he didn’t want anything between them again.

  He heard Julian roar and he slipped his hand down between their bodies to tap at Keira’s clit. She sobbed, her body shuddering as she found her release.

  6

  Cole watched his cock disappear into Keira’s pussy with a groan of pleasure.

  Fuck. How was he even hard again? How many times had he already come over the past few hours? And it still wasn’t enough. It never would be. Because this was Keira and Julian.

  Julian made a humming noise of pleasure and Cole paused, trying to peer over Keira’s shoulder to where she was sucking the other man off. Julian lay slumped against the headboard, his gorgeous, hard body on display to Cole’s hungry gaze.

  Fuck. Why hadn’t he taken him already?

  Because you need to go slowly. Work this out. You’ve got time.

  Did he, though?

  You can’t let them go. Fuck. No. He wouldn’t. No matter what he had to do, he was keeping them.

  “Julian, you’re gonna come soon. Keira, you swallow every bit of what he gives you, understand me?”

  He liked that he didn’t have to hold back with Keira and Julian. Well, maybe he was being a little cautious with Julian. He didn’t want to push him too hard. But, fuck, it was hard to rein it in.

  “Christ, little bit. What you do to me.” Her warmth surrounded him. It felt like coming home.

  Fuck. That’s a damn cheesy thought. A tendril of panic slipped through his body. Home didn’t exist. He desired them. Would take care of them. But he didn’t have a bullshit romantic view of life. That wasn’t real.

  Contracts. Negotiations. Success. Power. That was his life.

  However, he was willing to carve out a piece of his life for them. As long as he didn’t give them all of him. That wouldn’t be smart.

  He felt the need to come burn through his body. Fill his balls. His breath came in sharp pants. He reached and toyed with Keira’s clit. She let Julian slip free from her mouth.

  “Nooo,” she told him.

  He paused. “Excuse me? Do you get to say no?”

  “Too sensitive,” she told him with a pant. “Can’t do it. Please.”

  Julian cupped her face with his hands. “Keira?”

  “I . . . I . . . I want to,” she groaned.

  “Then you will,” Cole decreed.

  She moaned in protest.

  “Sh,” he told her. “Just concentrate on Julian. I’ll take you there. Gently.” He moved his finger under her clit, softly moving it back and forth so all she would feel was the slightest touch.

  He turned his gaze to Julian’s face. Saw the way the other man clenched his jaw, the ecstasy filling his face. He was close. Cole knew how he felt. Holding back was killing him.

  Keep it gentle. She needs it soft and sweet. You can do this.

  “As soon as she comes, you do too,” Cole told him in a low voice.

  Julian opened his eyes and, for a moment, he thought the other man would snap then he nodded slowly, his breath coming in fast pants.

  Cole let out a groan of relief as he felt Keira coming, her pussy tightening around his shaft. He moved his finger from her clit and grabbed hold of her hips, driving himself deep. His movements became harder. Faster.

  “Julian! Julian, you better be ready.”

  “Of course, I’m fucking ready,” Julian roared.

  “Come now!” Cole commanded.

  The bigger man let out a deep roar that filled the room. Keira made a humming noise of pleasure that sent Cole flying over the edge. His world spun as he drove deep, finding his release.

  Yeah. He could get used to this.

  He slipped out of Keira and went into the bathroom to take care of the condom. When he came back into the bedroom, he found Julian lying on his back with Keira curled up against him, her head on his chest.

  For a moment, he felt a stab of uncertainty. What was he doing there?

  You don’t belong.

  Then Keira turned to give him a smile. Those expressive blue eyes were filled with hope and happiness. Julian raised his hazel colored eyes to Cole’s. His gaze was more guarded, but still held a hint of longing. Need.

  Cole stepped forward and sat on the bed, facing them. The bed creaked at his added weight and he frowned. “This bed is entirely too small.”

  Julian snorted. “You’re not the one who has to sleep with your feet hanging off the edge every night.”

  Keira stiffened and looked up at Julian with worry. He kissed the top of her head. “It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry.”

  Cole experimented with curling behind Keira. His ass was nearly hanging over the edge and a spring poked into his side. Yet, as Keira sighed and shuffled her ass back so it was pressed into his stomach, he felt warmth infuse him.

  And he wouldn’t trade that feeling for the world.

  He raised himself, placing his bent elbow on the mattress, his head resting on his hand. He reached over and ran his finger experimentally around Julian’s nipple. The other man took in a sharp breath but didn’t move.

  “Do you want to kiss him?” Keira asked, sounding breathlessly. “’Cause you know, I’d be okay with that.”

  Julian snorted. “Say what you mean. You want him to kiss me.”

  “Yeah . . .” her voice came out on a breathy sigh.

  Cole shook his head. “Are you trying to kill me? If my dick gets hard again, it might drop off.”

  Keira giggled

  “Are you saying that kissing me will make your dick fall off?” Julian rumbled, a rare smile slipping out.

  “Could still be worth it, I suppose,” Cole mused.

  “Could be?” Julian rumbled. “I’ll show you.” The bigger man rolled to his side then reached over to cup Cole’s chin in his hand. Th
en with Keira between them, he leaned in and lightly licked his tongue across Cole’s lips.

  Fuck. Shit. It wasn’t possible for him to get hard again, was it?

  Then he felt a little hand wrap around his cock lightly, running her fingers up and down the shaft. Little minx. Julian pressed his tongue between Cole’s lips and groaned as the other man slid his tongue into his mouth.

  Fuck. Fuck. Yes. So good.

  The kiss continued, lighting his insides, while Keira coaxed his cock into a semi-hard state. Finally, Cole pulled back, his breath coming fast, his body hot and aching.

  “Enough, you two,” he attempted to growl. But he sounded a little too breathless to pull it off. “You’re killing me.”

  “Is it still there, Keira?” Julian asked, peering down at Cole’s dick.

  “Yep,” Keira said, squeezing him lightly.

  “Hmm. I’ll have to try harder.”

  “Enough!” Cole gave up with a laugh, rolling onto his back and holding his hands up. “I give up. I surrender.”

  “Never thought I’d see the day that Cole Saxon gave up,” Julian rumbled, his lips twitching.

  Keira shook her head. “Guess you lose your staying power when you get old.”

  “Old! Old! You little brat.” He sat and started tickling her. She curled up in a ball of laughter as he mercilessly discovered all of her soft spots.

  “Stop! Stop! Please!”

  “Do you surrender?” he demanded.

  “Yes! I surrender! I surrender!”

  He stopped and then pushed her hair back from her face to kiss her deeply. Then he lay on his back, wincing as the bed groaned once more.

  “Is this thing going to collapse on us in the night?”

  “Maybe,” Julian commented, pulling Keira so she was lying on top of him, curled up on his chest. It was obviously a position they were both used to. Keira snuggled in, her face one of bliss as she turned to look at Cole.

  He rolled onto his side and ran his hand down her back. “I think I’m beginning to understand why you call her kitten.”

  Julian gave him a satisfied look. “She’s got a playful, sometimes naughty side. Other times, she’s sleepy and cuddly. Touch her right and she’ll purr.”

  The other man gave him a look of shared knowledge in exactly how to touch Keira. Rightness settled inside him. He cupped her ass and she let out a contented sigh, her eyelids growing heavy.

  Cole knew he should feel exhausted. But there were a few things he had to say first. Get off his chest.

  “I really am sorry about tonight,” he told them both. “I was so wound up and worried about you both. I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

  He just hoped like fuck no one on the board heard about it.

  Both Julian and Keira stiffened. “Cole, we wanted to be there. You seem to think Joel influenced us in some way, but he didn’t.”

  He ground his teeth together. They didn’t know how volatile his relationship with his brother was. How very real the possibility was that Joel had gone after them because of him.

  Maybe he should change the topic. They didn’t need to speak of that right then. They wouldn’t be going back to the club again, so it no longer mattered. He’d give them whatever they needed.

  “I just want to give you what you both need,” he told them. “I care about you both.”

  Keira softened. She sent him a small smile. Christ, she was far too trusting and sweet for his peace of mind. Then his gaze went up to meet Julian’s. He looked more guarded.

  “Whatever you need, whatever you desire, I will do my best to provide.”

  “We don’t need anything but you,” Keira replied. She reached over and cupped his face with her hand.

  But he was all too aware of Julian’s silence. His watchfulness.

  He leaned in and lightly kissed Keira’s lips. “Thank you. Although, you could use a new bed. One where Julian and I aren’t falling off the end.”

  Keira’s grin widened. “I like it. It’s cozy.”

  “Cozy is one word for it,” he muttered. It didn’t matter, he’d get them out of this hellhole and situated in a much nicer, safer apartment with the biggest bed he could find. Happiness filled him as he thought of everything he could do to make their lives better.

  A groan rocked the house and the scent he’d smelled earlier seemed to grow stronger. He sat up.

  “What the fuck is that?”

  Neither Keira nor Julian moved.

  “The ghost,” Keira explained on a yawn.

  “Um, what?”

  “The ghost,” Keira repeated. “It makes that noise and the smell tends to get worse when it’s around. We can’t find any other source of that stench, so it’s got to be the ghost.”

  “You don’t seriously believe that, right?” Cole looked from Keira up to Julian, who shrugged.

  “Never believed in ghosts,” Julian told him. “But it’s as good an explanation as any.”

  Cole groaned. He had to get them out of there. The sooner the better. “There are no such thing as ghosts. Was that smell around when you bought this place? It couldn’t have been or you wouldn’t have . . .”

  He trailed off as he took in the guilty look on Keira’s face. Julian tightened his hold on her.

  “Okay, I don’t understand why you bought this house.” He shook his head. “With what I pay you, surely you could have gotten something in a better location.”

  Keira looked even more guilty, if that were possible. “We . . .I . . .”

  “This is what we could afford,” Julian told him.

  He frowned. Something wasn’t adding up.

  “We have other expenses.” Julian sent him a warning look.

  Right. None of his business. But he wondered at those expenses. Obviously, they didn’t spend their money on clothes or cars or vacations. Then what?

  “My father is in a specialized facility,” Keira told him. “He has dementia. We pay for his care.”

  That explained it. He immediately felt like an ass. “I’m so sorry, baby.” How had he not known that? What else were they keeping from him?

  Easy. Soon you’ll know everything. Soon there won’t be any secrets.

  “That must be so hard on you. Is he in a facility close by?”

  “No, he’s in one in Kansas.” There was a funny note to her voice. He knew they’d both grown up in a tiny town in Kansas, from their HR paperwork. Maybe they couldn’t afford a care facility nearby.

  “Would you like some help moving him closer?” he asked.

  “No!”

  He was taken aback at the vehemence.

  “Sh, kitten,” Julian murmured to her. “It’s all right. He doesn’t know.”

  She took in a deep breath, let it out slowly and sent Cole a tremulous smile. “My father and I don’t have a good relationship. My mom died when I was young and so it was just the two of us, and he wasn’t a very good father.”

  Julian made a grumbling noise. “Understatement.”

  They shared a look, and Cole once more felt that stab of being on the outside, looking in. Then Keira reached out and took hold of his hand in hers. She squeezed lightly.

  “He wasn’t very loving. He enjoyed pointing out the ways I was a disappointment to him, from my grades, to my looks, to the fact I wasn’t a boy.”

  What an asshole. That explained her reaction earlier to when he’d said he was unhappy with her. That was most likely something her jerk of a father used to say to her.

  “I’m sorry you didn’t have a good relationship with your father, little bit,” he told her. “It’s admirable you still look after him.”

  She sighed. “Well, I don’t want him coming to live with us.”

  “I’d kill the bastard,” Julian said in a dark voice. “He makes my dad look like a prince.”

  “Not sure I’d agree with that,” Keira argued. “Your father was a sexist ass.”

  Julian kissed the top of her head but didn’t argue. “At least he’s gone.” Julian gla
nced over at Cole. “That might sound harsh, but my old man was a jerk. He had very definite ideas of what a man should be and do. He wanted me to play football, to go pro, he hated that I wasn’t interested in that. That I wanted to study hard and go to college. One night, he drove them both home after he’d been drinking. He’d never let my mom drive if he was with her. He killed them both.”

  Cole shook his head. “I’m so sorry, Julian.”

  The other man just nodded.

  “And you don’t need to explain to me about terrible fathers. That seems to be something the three of us have in common.”

  Keira smiled sadly and squeezed his hand again. Things made much more sense now. And with that understanding, his plan became crystal clear. He’d take all the financial worries off their hands. He’d make certain they were safe. Taken care of. In every way.

  He’d make himself indispensable to them.

  Julian rolled over with a groan.

  A low rumble brought him into full consciousness. What was that noise? Was Keira up and talking to someone? But, no, that was a male voice. Who was it?

  He opened his eyes, staring around. The scent of sex filled the room. Everything rushed back to him.

  Fuck. Cole. They’d slept with Cole last night.

  Or Cole had fucked them, to be more precise. Images of the night came back to him. Cole and him taking Keira together. Then Keira sucking Cole off while Julian took her from behind. Halfway through the night, they’d cleaned up in the shower. Then Cole had taken her ass while Julian ate her out.

  Holy shit. That had actually happened.

  He rubbed at his head and carefully rolled out of bed, leaving Keira sleeping. Not that he need have worried. Keira was a deep sleeper. He usually set the alarm twenty minutes before they had to be up and woke her slowly. Not that it bothered him.

  He moved out of the bedroom, towards the bathroom but hesitated as he heard Cole say their names.

  “Yes, that’s right, Keira and Julian Michaels. The apartment will be for them. They’ll be moving in immediately.”

  What the fuck? Why would they be moving into an apartment?

  “Make sure it’s furnished; they won’t be bringing anything with them. Also get Jen to call me, I’ll need to set up a bank account for them both. Yes. Good. Do that. Then call Michael, I’ll need some contracts drawn up. Yes, to protect the company and my reputation. Right.”