Don’t Tell: The Series

by Paige, Violet

  My senses were way ahead of my brain. I knew what all of this looked, smelled, and sounded like but it couldn’t be possible.

  “Darlin’? Did I make it in time?”

  I whipped around at the sound of his voice.

  “Oh my God. What? How?” I ran across the room and jumped in his arms. I didn’t really care what the answers were. The only thing that mattered was that Cole was here.

  His lips seared into mine. I didn’t care that we left the door open and that snow was swirling into the living room, or that my parents were just a few paces away. Cole was here. He staggered into the living room, clutching at my back. His lips moved across mine with the kind of fever that melted away all the sadness I had felt since we said good-bye at the beach house. As my breath quickened my hands slid against his neck, pulling him tighter against me.

  “I missed you, baby.” He smiled.

  “I—I can’t believe you’re here.” My feet landed on the floor and I leaned against the counter to regain control of my heartbeat.

  I loved how his eyes twinkled in the dim lights of the guesthouse. I loved everything about him.

  “Wait, where’s Grayson?” I asked.

  “Already in your parents’ house. Your mom and I talked and decided we should do a room swap?”

  “You did?” I stared at him in disbelief. “You talked to my mom on the phone?”

  “You have that list of numbers on the fridge. She seemed excited about it.” He stepped closer, wrapping his hands around my waist. “What about you? Are you excited?”

  I was never big on surprises. I didn’t like surprise parties or having to wait weeks to find out some great secret. But this. This kind of surprise was the ultimate Christmas gift.

  “I’ve never been more excited.” I tugged on the front of his jacket until his lips were a breath away. “We have the entire night to ourselves?”

  “Yes.”

  “Want to see the bedroom?” I winked.

  Cole laughed. “I do, but I think we’re expected at the house for drinks.” He nodded in the direction of the main house.

  “Drinks?”

  “Your mom and dad want us to have a drink with them. I told them I’d bring you right back with me.”

  My shoulders slumped. “Now? Can’t we have coffee in the morning? I can’t even drink. I can’t keep this up.” All I could think about was shredding every piece of his clothing and showing him how much I missed him.

  “Since I’m crashing your family Christmas, I’m not about to start off on the wrong foot.” He tugged on my hand. “Let’s get going.”

  “But—” I couldn’t argue with his logic, but logic had nothing to do with how I was feeling. My Christmas wish was standing in front of me. All six foot five of him. Spending time with my parents right now was the last thing on my mind.

  Cole brought my palm to his lips and kissed it firmly. “Darlin’, one drink, then we have the rest of the night together.” He winked, and I felt a bolt of heat shoot through my spine.

  “One drink,” I whispered.

  6

  Cole

  The guesthouse smelled like cinnamon and looked like something out of a damn movie. It was the kind of thing Kaitlyn loved. The kind of thing she had talked about before she left Padre.

  I closed the door behind us, shaking the snow from my coat and then turned to secure the deadbolt. The surprise had worked. Her smile was worth it. And there was a built-in daycare next door. It was fucking perfect.

  “Well, hey.” I turned to see her stepping out of her clothes. I closed the distance as my lips crashed into hers.

  “Hey.” Kaitlyn’s hands traced the zipper on my coat and tugged until it was off my arms.

  She quickly worked the buttons on my shirt. I shivered as she worked her hands over my shoulders.

  “It’s cold up here,” I whispered in her ear. “Damn cold.”

  “Let me help with that.” She reached for the zipper on my jeans and wrestled with the snap. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them to the side.

  My cock was already hard and aching for her. I’d never get enough of her. Two days apart had felt like weeks.

  I kissed behind her ear and along her throat. I traced a line between her tits as I unclasped the hook from her back. Kaitlyn smiled, slipping the bra off and tossing it on the floor.

  I wanted her luscious round tits in my mouth. Every part of her body glowed with warmth. Maybe it was the newness of carrying my child, but I’d never seen her look sexier. I growled as my mouth descended to her breast. I sucked and nipped until she moaned my name. My tongue flicked with a new sense of urgency.

  “Cole.” She panted. “The bed…”

  I ignored her pleas and began the sweet assault on the other tit until she was barely able to stand. She was completely at my mercy. I held her steady while I dragged her nipple between my teeth. She was so ready for me.

  I stepped back and looked at her like she was a present I was about to unwrap. Her chest heaved. God, she was gorgeous and sexy. I couldn’t ask for a better Christmas present than Kaitlyn and our baby. Everything else could fuck off. We needed this time together.

  I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed, placing her in the center. Her hair fell around her shoulders. Her tits were rosey and full. And I was about to fucking explode if I didn’t tear the lace panties away from her legs. I growled.

  Kaitlyn’s eyes flew to the blinds, realizing we hadn’t paused long enough to see if we were visible from the windows.

  “Cole…” she groaned.

  “Yeah, baby?” I crawled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. I needed to fuck her. It was like something primal coming from my chest. My cock knew it belonged deep inside her.

  “B-blinds.” She pointed to the window.

  “Oh, damn.” I didn’t think they could see in here, but it wasn’t worth taking a chance. I hopped from the bed and twisted the wand until the yard and her parents’ house was out of sight.

  “Better?” I asked, returning to the end of the bed eyeing the most incredible gift on Earth.

  “Mmmhmm.” Her eyes were filled with heavy lust. My sweet dirty Kaitlyn.

  I didn’t know what the rest of the holidays had in store for us, but I did know I could give her tonight. I could fuck her so she’d never forget this moment. She’d never forget our first night together for Christmas.

  I hooked my fingers under the lace band of her panties and shimmied them over her thighs. I kissed the inside of her thigh, pushing her legs wide. There was a slice of heaven I needed to taste. I needed to devour her pussy. Lick and lap until she came in my mouth with as many orgasms as I could give her.

  She whimpered as my lips reached her slit. One taste and I was drunk off her. My tongue dove inside her, swirling against her walls.

  “Oh shit,” she hissed, clawing at the top of my head.

  Her hips bucked into my face. She was fucking hot when she wanted more. I sucked hard against her clit, knowing her body was tensing. She was ready to spill into a climax.

  Her heels dug into my back as I lifted her ass in the air, plunging my tongue to the farthest limits of her pussy.

  “Cole,” she screamed my name as the first wave hit her. I drank and licked at her honey, loving how she came in my mouth, even more know that my baby was inside her.

  She panted. I lowered her ass to the bed.

  I gnashed my teeth. “This is going to be a very merry Christmas, darlin’.”

  7

  Kaitlyn

  I was still quivering from the orgasm.

  I reached for Cole’s neck and brought his lips to mine. Our tongues lashed against each other with furious abandon. I could taste myself on his tongue, but it seemed to turn us both on even more.

  “Kaitlyn,” he breathed into my neck. “I missed you.”

  I didn’t know what he said after that. Time seemed to disappear. My hands worked his boxer briefs off while he massaged my clit and pumped a finger inside my
pussy. I nipped at his bottom lip while our bodies aligned skin against skin. He took my palms under his and clasped my hands over my head. I felt his rigid cock glide against my leg and gasped at the contact. I wanted him inside me. I needed him. I needed to feel his hard cock.

  “I missed you, too.” He had no idea what he did to me. I didn’t know if there were words for it.

  “Show me, baby.”

  He rolled me on top of him, so I straddled his waist. I looked into his devilish eyes.

  I guided him inside me and rocked my hips forward, taking all of him in one swift move. My head rocked back, not ready for the intensity, no matter how much I wanted it.

  “Oh my God.” I screamed as Cole grabbed my waist and brought me down harder than before. I followed his lead, leaning forward then rocking back with more force.

  I must have flipped a switch in him, because he sat forward, taking my mouth with hungry kisses. His slow, patient foreplay was gone, Cole was unleashed. His eyes fired with desire.

  He lifted me off him and rolled me on my stomach, lifting my ass in the air. I felt his chest slide against my back as his fingers threaded through mine. I had never felt anything so intense in my life as I lifted my hips just enough for him to push inside. His breath blowing against my ear, our limbs pressed against each other, kisses on my neck. The intensity swirling inside me began to escalate. Cole’s hips rocked into mine, his grip tightened on my hands.

  “You feel it?” he whispered.

  I nodded, knowing we had never been this close. It was incredible. I felt complete and consuming love, surrendering love as we gave each other ourselves. It didn’t matter I couldn’t see into his eyes, I could feel every inch of his body, every ripple, every breath. The edges became fuzzier as the energy buzzed between my legs and I gave into the fever that fired from within, consuming me, burning me.

  “I love fucking you, Kaitlyn,” he groaned searing his cock inside me again.

  “Oh shit,” I cried.

  “I want you to come.”

  I shook my head. “No.” I didn’t want it to end. I wanted this night to go on forever.

  “Oh you’re going to come hard, baby.” He tugged on the back on my head, yanking a fistful of hair.

  I groaned, feeling my orgasm start to crest. There was no way I could deny him. I’d never been able to. This man owned my body in every way.

  He thrust inside my swollen pussy again and I moaned. I surrendered to him, letting the climax take hold. Letting Cole give me the kind of pleasure that could burn the whole house down.

  He wrapped an arm under my breasts and pulled me into his chest, pushing his thick cock inside me.

  “Oh Cole,” I whimpered.

  He grunted through his thrusts. Our bodies damp with sweat. He teeth sank into my neck as his body tightened and I felt the shudders rip through me, each one stronger than the last. Without him steadying me I would have lost what little gravity was left. He held me while the shockwaves controlled me and his release filled me until I was breathless.

  Cole’s teeth grazed across my shoulder, then he relaxed against me, pressing the weight of his body against my back. We both let out a long breath.

  Cole rolled onto his back and I tucked my head against his shoulder. “I’m glad I made it here before the snow storm.” He ran his fingers through my hair.

  “Me too. I couldn’t imagine not doing that with you on Christmas.” I giggled. “That, and I was miserable without you here.” I leaned forward and kissed him.

  “I don’t want you to be miserable. Ever.” His hand slipped to the curve of my waist and palmed my belly. I closed my eyes knowing all I wanted for Christmas was lying here with me.

  “I still can’t believe my parents set up the guesthouse.” I propped up on an elbow to study him. “Maybe they won’t flip out as much as I thought about the baby. Maybe they’re loosening up a bit.”

  He leaned down and pressed his warm lips to my navel. “Who wouldn’t be excited about pregnant Kaitlyn. Look at you.” His hands coasted over my hips and thighs.

  I smiled. “You’re biased. And you aren’t ultra-conservative.”

  He grabbed my hand. “Where is your ring?”

  “I couldn’t parade that diamond around.”

  “Right.” His brow furrowed. “I want it on your finger. I want the world to know you are mine.”

  “I am yours.” I kissed him softly. “Always.”

  He snaked his arms around me, pulling me under him.

  8

  Kaitlyn

  I woke up naked and alone. The covers beside me were flat.

  “Cole?” For a second, I was worried I had dreamed the entire reunion and he was still in South Padre.

  “Hey, darlin’.” He appeared in the doorway, his hair wet from the shower. “I think you should get dressed before we go to your parents’ for coffee.” He walked toward the bed and sat next to me.

  I cocked my head to the side. “I was hoping you’d still be naked when I woke up.” I chewed on my bottom lip and eyed his flannel shirt.

  “Oh no, I’m not starting off on the wrong foot with your dad this morning.” He tried to stand from the bed, but I wrapped myself in his lap. “Kaitlyn, what are you doing?”

  I kissed his neck and started with the top button on his shirt. “We can walk over in a few minutes, can’t we?” I slid my hands in his shirt, and smiled when I felt him take a sharp inhale.

  “No, no.” He took my wrists in his hands. “Coffee, Christmas itinerary, pageant, and then you can have your way with me tonight.”

  I pouted. “You’re serious?” I watched as he took a few steps back from the bed.

  “Dead serious.” He smiled. “I need to check on Grayson.”

  I stretched my arms overhead and pointed one foot on the floor followed by the other. “Not even shower sex?” I strutted past him toward the bathroom.

  “Don’t tempt me.”

  “That’s all I’m trying to do.” I turned the hot water on, waiting for him to walk in and say he had changed his mind, but once the steam filled the bathroom I knew I lost the morning’s battle.

  “I’ll just wait for you in the living room,” Cole called through the shower curtain.

  I showered and was ready to make the short trek to the main house in twenty minutes. Without Cole, there wasn’t much point in dragging out the shower.

  “Good morning, honey.” My mom placed a stack of pancakes on the table.

  Grayson was covered in syrup, but looked happy with his breakfast. I walked over and pulled him into a hug. “Hey, buddy.” I kissed the top of his head.

  “Good morning, Mom.” I marched over to the coffee pot and retrieved two mugs for Cole and me.

  “How did you sleep, Cole?” Mom asked.

  Cole cleared his throat. “Great. Thanks for letting me, eh—us stay in the guesthouse.”

  “Of course. We thought you’d be the most comfortable there instead of Kaitlyn’s old room.” She circled back with butter and syrup. “And with a child in the house it made sense.”

  I realized they were trying to protect Grayson from our decisions, but I think they forgot we lived together under one roof in South Padre. I wasn’t going to argue with them.

  My dad walked in the room. “Good morning, everyone.”

  “Good morning, sir.” Cole’s posture seemed to straighten as soon as my father entered the kitchen.

  I stifled a giggle. I handed Cole a cup of coffee. He smiled as he took it from me.

  “Mom, what else do you have planned today before the church pageant?” I asked.

  She settled into her seat. “Nothing, but baking and wrapping. Was there something you wanted to do?”

  I looked outside. The snow covered the ground. We had to have gotten at least eight inches. “I don’t think I want to drive around in this if we don’t have to.” I turned to Cole. “Unless there’s something you wanted to do.”

  “This is all you, darlin’. I’m just along for the ride.”


  I thought about our options in my small town. If we were going to be snowed in for the day, there were a hundred things I thought we could do together, but adding my parents into the mix complicated the options.

  “Actually, I could use some help getting more wood loaded in the garage.” My dad rustled the newspaper.

  “I could help with that, sir. No problem.”

  “Thank you. Between the two of us, it shouldn’t take more than an hour.”

  “Have you ever seen snow before?” I asked Grayson. Clearly, it never snowed in South Padre.

  “It’s his first time.” Cole cut into his pancakes.

  “We could go for a hike later after you’re done with the firewood. Maybe pull Grayson on the sled.”

  “All right. Sounds fun.” He smiled over his coffee.

  * * *

  After my father and Cole stacked two rows of firewood in the garage, my father set him on the task of moving boxes over the garage door. It hadn’t occurred to me that maybe Dad was having more trouble doing things now than when I was younger. He was in good shape. He and Mom walked a few nights a week, and he wasn’t a heavy man, but he was almost sixty. Maybe climbing to the top of the ladder with a load of boxes wasn’t the piece of cake it used to be.

  I had pulled out all my snow cold-weather gear from the back of my closet. I had snow pants, boots, and extra insulated gloves for our hike. Mom had gathered a few of Dad’s and Ryan’s extras out of the utility room for Cole to borrow. Other than a deep collection of flannel shirts and a coat, he didn’t have clothes for snow weather.

  “Where are you going on your walk?” Mom asked while she stirred potato soup on the stove.

  “I thought we could head out on the trail at the end of the cul-de-sac. The one that leads to the park.”

  I hadn’t planned a full route. I just wanted to get out of the house. Grayson needed a chance to play in the snow. He seemed to have made a full recovery from his fever.