Personal Foul

by Hayley Faiman

  COLE

  SLOWLY, I UNDRESS my wife, urging her to lay down on her side before I start to give her a massage. She’s had a long day, a lot of standing, and tomorrow will be no better with Saturday being even worse.

  I know when she falls asleep, and although my cock is hard from touching and rubbing her seriously sexy body, I’m not upset. I’ll wake her up in the morning, start both of our days off right before all hell breaks loose.

  Closing my eyes, I wrap my body around hers, my leg slipping between hers, and I hold her. I try not to think about her birth-father’s letter. Thinking about the fact that she thinks of my father as her own? I love that. I love that she and my family are close, and as the years pass, they become even closer. We truly are a family—a loud, crazy, loving family.

  My hand moves to wrap around her belly, and I let out an exhale. I didn’t know that I would ever have children. Meeting Jessa, at the age that I was, I had almost given up hope of finding a woman that I wanted to create a family with. Here I am at forty-two, and she’s going to bring my son into this world. Cole Marshall Bronson, III.

  Pressing my lips to her shoulder, I relax my body and fall into sleep. My whole life wrapped up in my arms, and I couldn’t be happier.

  “SHE’S A NERVOUS wreck,” Jessa states.

  I watch her hurry toward me, a small bouquet of pink flowers in her hand. Her light grey dress flows behind her, and I can’t help but grin. She looks absolutely gorgeous. My cock hardens against my zipper at the sight of her.

  “She’s been with Cody for three years,” I murmur as my eyebrows tug together in confusion.

  Today is Caitlyn’s wedding day. She and Cody give Jessa and me a run for our money in the lovey dovey department.

  Cody is a good guy, a police sergeant for the Colorado Springs police department. They’ve been engaged for over a year, and this is supposed to be the wedding of the century. My dad has become more and more angry as each bill is delivered to the house, but my mom and Caitlyn are in their own world.

  Jessa nods. “The cake lady is late, and these are the wrong shade of pink,” Jessa announces. I can’t help but chuckle.

  My sister is fucking bridezilla, but I know it’s because she wants the day to be perfect, and not for me, but for Cody. His family hasn’t accepted her into the same open arms as our family has accepted him. She’s been running herself ragged trying to get everything just right, along with running up my father’s debt.

  I wrap my hand around Jessa’s and tug her toward the bathroom, locking the door behind us. “Cole, no. We’re in the church,” she hisses.

  “Baby, pretty sure God knows we’re married, and happily,” I chuckle as I bunch the fabric of her dress in my hands and drag it up her body.

  “Honey,” she whispers as soon as my fingers reach between her legs and press against her clit. Tugging her panties down, I turn her around to face the mirror.

  “I want to see your beautiful face, sweet baby,” I rasp against her neck as I return my hand to her center and gently caress her warm pussy.

  Jessa’s head falls back against my shoulder as her hips move in my hand. My finger grazes her clit and she lets out a shuttered moan every single time it happens. When I slip two fingers inside of her, she whimpers.

  “Cole, honey, I need you inside of me,” she breathes.

  Unable to deny my wife a damn thing, I pull my fingers from her drenched center and unbuckle my belt before I unbutton and unzip my suit pants, shoving them down past my ass. I wrap my hands around her hips and tug her back as she tips her gorgeous ass up. I stifle a groan before I gently slide myself inside of her hot, wet, tight cunt.

  “Christ,” I curse.

  She rears back against me, fucking me with her eyes pinned on mine in the mirror, her fingers gripping the edge of the bathroom sink. I can’t do anything but watch her.

  On a regular day, Jessa is outstanding; made up for Caitlyn’s wedding and taking her pleasure from my dick—goddamn, she’s breathtaking.

  “More, Cole, I need more,” she exhales.

  Slipping one of my hands around her hip, I start to play with her clit. It doesn’t take long for her movements to become jerky and her body to shake as she comes all around me.

  Her pussy clamps hard around my cock before it starts to gently pulse. It only takes me three more thrusts to follow right behind her, my breathing labored as my eyes stay connected to hers in the mirror.

  “Your sister is going to be pissed. I’m all sweaty and wrinkled,” she pants.

  I chuckle at her words. Unfortunately, I lose her heat when I do. Walking over to the wall, I grab some toilet paper, cleaning between her legs before I clean myself up. Then I help her back into her panties and adjust her dress, noticing that it is, indeed, a little more wrinkled than before.

  “She can deal with me then,” I murmur. I wrap my arms around her, and tug her against my chest after I’ve fixed my pants.

  Jessa rolls her eyes as she smooths the side of her hair, and then she lifts her head and skims her lips on the underside of my jaw. I drop my chin and press my mouth against hers, tasting her completely, not giving a fuck if I ruin her lipstick. I do, however, refrain from burying my hands in her hair, like I want to.

  “I need to get back there,” she whispers against my lips.

  “Don’t let her give you any shit,” I state.

  Jessa smiles and shakes her head. Grabbing her bouquet off of the bathroom sink, she hurries out of the room back toward my sister.

  Walking out of the bathroom, I notice that Cody is standing a few feet away, dressed in his full-dress police uniform. He tips his lips at me in a knowing smile. “Your fiancée is making my wife fucking crazy,” I chuckle.

  “Hey man, that’s your sister,” Cody says, holding his hands up.

  “You ready for this? Or are you thinking about running?” I ask, arching a brow.

  Cody’s smile widens. “I’m so fucking ready,” he confesses.

  JESSA

  I STRETCH, MY entire body aching from the evening before. We stayed up until three in the morning. By the time we came home, Cole and I were both so exhausted I don’t know how we managed to make it up the staircase. Rolling to my other side, I reach for Cole, but he isn’t there. I’m just about to slip out of bed to go and find him when he walks through the bedroom door.

  He’s carrying a little white bag and a glass as he rumbles into the phone. I know what’s in the bag, and I quickly sit up to reach for it. He grins before handing it to me, setting the glass of what I know is cold milk on the night stand next to me.

  Then I watch as he yanks his sweats down, revealing his naked body, before he crawls into bed beside me. “Right. Thanks,” he murmurs before he ends the call.

  I reach into the bag and pull out the maple bar donut, taking my first bite before I ask him who was on the phone, my mouth full of heavenly goodness.

  “John,” he admits. My eyes widen in surprise.

  “I didn’t know you guys were talking again?”

  Cole shakes his head. “We aren’t. He called to tell me that Keller is out of jail; his time is finished.”

  I close my eyes for a moment as I let out an exhale. “He’s already home and living in Grant with his parents. He’s working at the hardware store with his dad,” he explains.

  Biting on my bottom lip, I can’t help but think about Trent. It’s been a while, but it still makes me sad that he ruined his own career. “You okay?”

  Turning to Cole, I smile before I speak. “I feel guilty,” I admit. His brow furrows in confusion. “I have such a beautiful life. I have you and your family, a new brother, and we’re going to have a baby. I’ve graduated college and have a degree—and he has nothing.”

  “Don’t feel guilty because of someone else’s poor decisions. He made those decisions all on his own. You had nothing to do with that. You can’t feel guilty for choosing to find your bit of happiness, Jessa.”

  Nodding, I close my eyes for a beat
, then reopen them to look into Cole’s gorgeous green ones. “I’m so happy, Cole. I can’t even describe what it feels like to be me, to have everything I could have ever dreamed of right at my fingertips. I wish everybody could be this happy. I’m sad that Trent isn’t and probably won’t ever be. I know his mother isn’t,” I explain.

  Cole cups my cheek with his palm, his eyes staying connected to mine. “You’re a beautiful person, Jessa. Inside and out. You amaze me in every way. It’s up to us to make our own happiness, to carve it out for ourselves. We are not owed it in life. We all make mistakes, but we have to own up to them. If there’re consequences, then we have to pay those, too,” he murmurs, then he rasps, “I love you, sweet baby.”

  I let my head fall so that my forehead is pressed against his. “Thank you, Cole.”

  “For?” he asks quizzically.

  I smile. “For showing me how to carve out that bit of happiness for myself. I feel guilty for doing what I did with you. For cheating on Trent all those years ago; but the only thing I would change would be to break up with him the second my eyes landed on yours. I love you so much.”

  I press my lips to his, and in a second, he takes over our kiss, filling my mouth with his tongue and consuming me like only he can.

  My best friend.

  My lover.

  My husband.

  I want to thank all of my readers, always. You babes are seriously so fantastic. I appreciate every single one of you!!!

  I always say a special thank you to my husband, my best friend, and the man who supports me in every single one of my dreams. He is simply—amazing.

  My mom, she’s always supported wholeheartedly everything I have ever decided to take a leap of faith on, including my writing. She’s the kindest, most loving, and most supportive mom in the world. Thank you, Banana Boots.

  Rosalyn my editor, my bestie, my critiquing partner. She pushes me and my writing to places I never thought possible. I love your input, your support and your unwavering friendship. Some things are just meant to be and God knew we’d need each other more than ever during this journey of our lives.

  Celia, my oldest friend since the git-n-go, thank you for being such an awesome friend for (I won’t say how many) years. Thanks for the laughs, the cupcakes, the brownies, the cruises in the Mustang, and the years together. Now that we’re adults, thanks for the texts, the cocktails and the truest friendship we have.

  Cassy Roop, thank you so much for always making my covers so downright gorgeous, every time I think that one is my favorite you outdo yourself and create something else spectacular! I should probably dedicate this entire book to you after the fiasco of this cover alone!!! Haha. Thank you for the gorgeous insides as well! You’re the best and I’m so lucky to have you!!!

  Crystal Snyder, thank you for loving my Bratva men, for Beta reading for me, and being such a beautiful person inside and out! I can’t wait for more adventures that await us!!

  Tammy Cole, thank you for being such a lovely person and a great friend! Thank you for Beta reading for me! I don’t know what I would do without you!

  Enticing Journey— Ena and Amanda— I always know that my PR work is safe with you, that you’ll represent my book and me in a way that only you can—THE BEST WAY! I truly appreciate all of the hard work you ladies put into everything!

  To all the Blogger babes that have taken a chance on me…

  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.