by Eden Finley
He reached around behind me to unclasp my strapless bra and tossed it to the floor. His lips moved to my neck and then to my breast while his hand grasped the other one, rolling my nipple under his thumb.
My back involuntarily arched, pushing myself into him.
He groaned, moving his hand lower, finding my soaked panties.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling his mouth away. “You’re drenched.”
I felt my face redden. No one had ever talked to me like that in bed before, and I didn’t know how to respond. I went for the obvious answer. “Well, yeah, you’re kinda hot.”
He chuckled. “These have got to go.” He pushed me down so I was lying on my back, my butt still on the edge of the bed. I lifted my hips as he hooked his fingers into the sides of my underwear, pulling them down my legs and off.
I shivered as his hands found my thighs again, widening them farther, opening me up and putting me on display.
His sharp intake of breath made me self-conscious, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
I shook my head.
“Open them,” he said more gently. When I did, he stared at me so intensely, with such heat, I couldn’t look away. “I want you to watch me as I make you come.”
“Oh, God,” I muttered.
“Actually, the name’s Cole.” He smirked.
I laughed at his cheesy line, but my laughter was cut off by him raising up and leaning over my body to bring our mouths together. The thin material of his boxers was doing nothing to disguise the feel of him on top of me.
His hand made its way down my side, over my stomach, and then lower, landing right where I was craving it. His fingers rubbed over my clit with gentle confidence. When his finger dipped inside me, my arms went around his neck, and I kissed him harder, loving the feel of him working his finger in and out of me.
He tore his mouth away from mine. “I want to be inside you so bad, but I have to taste you first.”
Trailing kisses down my chest and my stomach, he rested right between my thighs.
My breath got caught in my throat as he parted me, licking and sucking.
His tongue worked me over mercilessly, while he added a second finger, both mouth and hand working in sync. Heat pooled in the pit of my stomach, and I knew if he kept it up, it wouldn’t be long before I’d come.
As he picked up his pace, he added a third finger, stretching me, making me feel full.
My breathing became ragged, my mouth was dry, and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and let the feeling consume me whole. But his demand for me to watch him—and my surprising fascination with what I was seeing—didn’t let me take my eyes off him as he pushed me to the brink.
My hand found his hair, pulling on it as I arched my back off the bed, writhing underneath him as waves of pleasure shot through me. All I could think was Holy motherfucking shit as my whole body seized and clenched. No one had ever had that kind of effect on me before. In fact, no one had ever made me come while going down on me. I was beginning to think I was broken. Turned out, the other guys weren’t Hemsworth.
I threw my head back onto the mattress, trying to catch my breath as he slowly stroked me through the aftershocks. His mouth started to make its way up my body, marking me with my own juices.
“I need to be inside you. Right now,” he said breathlessly. He reached over, opening his bedside drawer. “Shit!” He stood in a panic, pulling out an empty box of condoms.
I leaned up onto my elbows. “Forgot you were out? How often do you do this kind of thing?” I tried to hide the judgement from my tone, but I think I failed. Who am I to judge when I’m here doing the exact thing I’m admonishing him for?
He shook his head. “Not me—Hunter. He’s always stealing them.”
I wanted to believe him, but a part of me wondered how many he’d used himself. Then I remembered I shouldn’t care either way—one-night stands weren’t supposed to care about anything—and forced myself to push those thoughts from my mind.
Climbing off the bed, I padded my way over to where I dropped my purse earlier.
It was surprising that I didn’t feel self-conscious walking across the room without a stitch of clothing on. I was in a relationship with Hamish, the cheating Dickwad, for six months before I was comfortable with him seeing me completely naked. I could only guess the fact I knew I wasn’t going to see Hemsworth again gave me an extra confidence boost.
“Wait,” he said. “You don’t have to go. We don’t have to actually have sex—”
I chuckled, picking my bag off the floor. “I’m not going anywhere.” Opening my clutch, I pulled out a foil packet. “Lucky for you, I was a girl scout.”
“You were having sex when you were a girl scout? That’s just wrong.”
We both burst out laughing.
“No, but I’m always prepared.”
We took steps towards each other, our mouths meeting for a brief but hotter-than-sin kiss. I handed him the unopened condom, then trailed kisses down his neck, his toned chest and defined six-pack. Slowly, I dropped to my knees, pulling his boxers off as I went. He stepped out of them as I grasped the base of him in my hand. I stroked gently and then circled my tongue around the tip before taking as much of him in my mouth as I could manage.
He moaned a curse and grasped my shoulder hard with one of his hands.
“Wait,” he said, stepping back, slowly removing himself from me. He moved his hand to my face, running his thumb over my cheek. “Not like this. I don’t want to come down your throat, and if you keep doing that, there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop myself.”
He lifted me under my arms and brought me to him, kissing me while he opened the foil wrapper and rolled the condom on.
We fumbled our way to the bed, falling with him on top of me. He positioned himself at my entrance, pushing in slowly to give me a chance to adjust to the invasion.
I was certainly no virgin, but it’d been a while, and I was sure I’d heard something about revirginisation if you left it too long. It was probably total bullshit. Not the thing to be focused on, Paige.
Hemsworth reached for my face, brushing a strand of hair away as he sank deeper. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Yay, go vagina!
“I want to take this as slow as I can, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold out for long. You feel so good.”
I lifted my hips, pushing him as deep as he could go. “I don’t want you to go slow,” I choked out.
“Shit, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He laughed.
Pulling out slowly, he almost left me completely before slamming back into me. He continued to tease me at an agonizingly slow pace with his mouth on mine, his tongue driving me insane, and his hand cupping my breast and playing with my nipple.
“Stop teasing me,” I muttered against his lips. I couldn’t believe I managed to form a coherent sentence—even if it was only three words.
“Tell me what you want,” he asked, moving his head to whisper in my ear.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to form the words sitting on the tip of my tongue. All I had to do was say them. It’s just one night, it doesn’t matter what you say or do, you’ll never see him again.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as I got the courage to say, “I want you to fuck me, hard.”
“Marry me.”
I laughed against his lips as he kissed me and picked up his pace, making me completely breathless. He made sure to continue to kiss me and caress me, driving me crazy under his touch.
When he started to lose his rhythm, I knew he was close. As if sensing what I wanted—what I needed—he reached in between us, his thumb rubbing over my clit.
“Come with me, Paige.”
The sound of my name on his tongue pushed me over the edge, and another spasm rippled through me. It wasn’t as powerful as the first, but that was a damn hard act to follow.
I clenched around
him and he grunted, as his thrusts slowed until he collapsed on top of me. He was still throbbing inside of me as we tried to catch our breaths.
After a few moments, he brought his lips to mine again, kissing me slowly. He withdrew from me, climbed off the bed, and made his way into his en suite.
I pulled the sheet over me, unsure of what to do next. Do I get up, get dressed, and make my exit? Is he expecting me to leave right away? It was always so awkward after a hook-up.
I stood, wrapping the sheet around me before trying to gather my clothes together. I’d found most of them, along with my purse, when Hemsworth came out of the bathroom and cocked his head to the side.
“You don’t have to leave right away. I’m not that heartless.” He smiled, and I felt my cheeks heat. He grabbed his boxers from the floor, putting them back on. “You want a shirt or something to sleep in?”
“You want me to sleep here?”
“I’ll even drop you home in the morning. I’m a gentleman like that.” He took a step towards me. “Besides, I don’t think I’m done with you yet.” He wrapped his arms around my back, bringing his face within inches of mine. “Just how much of a girl scout are you?”
I smiled, reaching for my bag and taking out another two condoms. “I was hopeful.”
“Hopeful? I’d say that’s fucking ambitious. I’m up for the challenge if you are. Just need to make a snack first. You know, fuelling food.” He smiled, and then he kissed me. Again.
****
Waking with a start, I took a moment to remember where I was. Right, some random guy’s apartment.
Not wanting to wake Hemsworth, I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could and started getting dressed. I found my jeans right near my discarded heels and smiled at the memory of last night. It was exactly what I needed. I felt relaxed, if somewhat a little sleep deprived, but it was nothing a little coffee wouldn’t fix.
I dressed quickly, leaving his shirt I slept in on my side of the bed, and got ready to leave. But I couldn’t resist one last look at the guy I’d just spent six hot hours with.
His caramel hair glinted in the early morning sunlight streaming through his window, and I had a flash of memory of running my hands through that same hair while his head was between my legs.
A warmth rushed through me, sending wetness right to my core, and I was half-tempted to shed my clothes and wake him up for more, but I needed to get going. This was a one-night thing. We both knew that.
Opening the door quietly, I tiptoed down the hall, trying not to wake the roommate or Hemsworth.
I walked past a bathroom at the end of the hall, and a closed door on my right, which I assumed was his roommate’s room. There was a third bedroom halfway along the short corridor with an empty single bed and a bedspread that was covered in small spaceships. I didn’t think much of it, just that it was weird for grown-ass men to have a kid’s comforter in their spare room. I almost made it to the front door when I heard a throat clear behind me.
Wincing, I turned to find the hottest guy I’d ever seen in my entire life standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. His chest and abs were completely chiselled—like over the top chiselled. The tips of his dark brown hair were sun kissed—although, I got the feeling a professional hairdresser, not the sun, put them there. And his strong square jaw was covered in man-scaped scruff that was meant to look wild, but had obviously taken work to look that messy. He has to be the underwear model.
“Coffee before you run off?” he asked, his lips turning up at the edges.
“Uh, thanks, but I … uh, really should be going.”
He nodded, still smirking at my walk of shame.
“I’m not sneaking out or anything. I just didn’t want to wake …” Shit, what’s his name again? I know he told me, but I was calling him Hemsworth all night in my head.
“Cole?” Hunter said.
“Uh … yeah, I knew that. Nice to meet you, Hunter.”
“Oh, so you know my name but not his?” He laughed.
“I knew Cole’s name,” I said defensively, making him laugh more. “I just … had a mental blank—you know, being hungover and whatnot.”
“It’s okay, I’m just giving you shit. It was nice to meet you, too …” He raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“Uh … Paige. My name is Paige.”
“I hope to see you again soon, Paige. Although next time, I’d appreciate a little less … noise at one in the morning. A model needs his beauty sleep.” His words were playful, and his face was pleasant and smiling, but I wondered if he wasn’t just teasing.
I stared at him blankly before going wide-eyed when his words actually sank in, embarrassed by the realisation he heard everything. “Sorry … It won’t happen again. I mean … it’s not going to happen again. This was a one-time …” I shook my head, unable to finish my sentence. My stammering only seemed to please him more.
“Shame. It’s been fun watching you squirm. So I guess I won’t be seeing you again soon.” He smiled, showing off his bright, straight, sexy teeth. Can teeth be sexy? He turned and walked back into the kitchen, returning to making his coffee as I let myself out of the apartment.
I grabbed my phone and hit Sara’s number as I walked down to the street.
“What?” she answered the phone with a grunt.
“You get home okay last night?”
“No. I was kidnapped but they were nice and let me keep my phone. Really, Paige? Did your brains get screwed loose while you were being screwed?”
“We on for studying this morning or what? I need a ride.”
She hesitated.
“I’ll buy you coffee on the way?”
“Fine. But chivalry is so dead. Back in the day, the guys who fucked you would at least give cab fare or something.”
I laughed. “He offered to give me a lift, but …”
“But you ran away. Why am I not surprised? Text me the address, I’m leaving now.”
“Thanks, I owe you.”
When she pulled up not long later, I jumped in the car and slumped my head back on the car seat.
“So …” she dragged out the word, “how was it?”
“Just your generic one-night stand,” I lied. If I’d told her the truth—that it was the best sex of my life—she’d hound me for details.
“That seems like a lie.”
Damn her.
I loved Sara, there was no bullshit with her—not in the “I’m so abrasive, I don’t care who I offend” kind of way—just all business. If she were pissed off at you, she’d tell you. If you were hurting, she’d be there first one there with vodka for the pain and a pen and paper to plot any necessary revenge.
We met our first year of uni and had been inseparable ever since. She was a great study partner because where one of us was lacking, the other was thriving and vice versa. We were able to help each other without being a hindrance to one another’s progress.
But spending all that time together meant she could see right through me.
“Fine, don’t give me details, but at least answer me one thing ...”
“Ugh,” I groaned, “go ahead.”
“Did his hammer resemble Thor’s?”
Instantly, I regretted nicknaming him Hemsworth.
I closed my eyes and tried not to laugh—that would only encourage her behaviour—but I knew I was going to be hearing stuff like that for the rest of the day.
3
- COLE -
I had every intention of taking her again. The plan was to wake up early and go a third round before I had to drop her home and go to work. But when I woke, she was gone and my shirt she slept in was next to me.
I’d never been that way with a one-night stand before. Yeah, we had sex, but it was more than that. She was practically begging me to go hard, but all I wanted to do was kiss her and hold her close.
I wanted more of her.
I had to keep telling myself I was actually glad she was gone. What I did last ni
ght was wrong, I knew that, and I was just thankful things didn’t get out of hand. What would’ve happened if I was so drunk I lost control? It worked out fine, but what if she’d changed her mind or something and I got angry and didn’t stop, or I lost my temper and … I could’ve done something I’d regret forever.
I liked to think deep down, there’s no way in hell I could do something like that, but a long time ago, I also thought I’d never mark a woman with bruises either. That was why I had rules. No drinking and no relationships.
As much as I told myself that I wasn’t that drunk last night, and she was completely safe, my perfect night with a complete stranger left me feeling sick and remorseful the morning after.
That didn’t stop me from playing the night over and over on a loop in my head, though.
Great, now I need a cold shower.
The distraction Paige gave me last night was exactly what I needed, but that still didn’t put off the inevitable that was today.
What kind of person asks their ex over for dinner to meet their new fiancé? Ugh.
After getting ready, I packed a spare change of clothes to go straight to Reece’s new house when I finished work.
I understood she wanted us all to get to know each other and get along because we were always going to be a part of each other’s lives—that’s how broken families worked—but did I really have to meet the guy?
I let out a loud sigh. Meeting him was the right thing to do, I knew that, but I just didn’t want to do it. He was going to be involved in Cody’s life, which meant he was going to be in my life. We needed to at least make an effort to get along. Look at me being all grown-up-like. I hated it.
I only had a hint of a hangover—nothing some ibuprofen and coffee wouldn’t fix—and I used that to justify taking Paige home last night. I wasn’t that drunk. I’d certainly been a lot worse in the past.
Hunter was in the living room when I made my appearance. “About time you got laid,” he yelled out from the couch.
I rolled my eyes. “Well, it’s lucky it even happened at all. Stop stealing my shit.”
“Please tell me you didn’t go bare with some random girl. I don’t think Cody’s ready to be a big brother. I’m certainly too young and good-looking to be an uncle again.”
