“Julia.” Cole’s voice came from behind me, but I ignored it and headed around the restaurant. “You can’t just walk away from me!”
I stopped and spun around. “Yes, I can. I can do whatever I want.” I went to walk past him and head back for the truck.
He grabbed my arm. “Why are you acting like this?”
“I already told you, it’s none of your fucking business.” I jerked my arm. He didn’t let go. His fingers bit into my skin as he tightened his grip. He yanked me behind the restaurant and pressed me against the molded brick building.
I glanced around in panic taking in the dumpster no more than ten feet away and discarded, wet boxes. A field stretched out, beyond the building, wide open and empty.
“You don’t get to play that card with me, Julia.” His face was only inches away from mine. His wet hair stuck to the sides of his face.
“What’s it to you, anyway?”
“Did. He. Hurt. You?” He pressed me harder against the wall.
“Fuck off.” I tried to kick him, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“Answer me!” he roared.
“Yes.” Tears gathered in my eyes.
“Then I will hurt him.” Cole mashed his lips against mine. I gasped as the rain pounded down on us. I wanted to push him away. I wanted to tell him that he was an asshole. I wanted to hate him for making me feel. But I didn’t do any of those things. Instead I kissed him back. Our first kiss.
His hands gripped my shoulders painfully, I dug my fingers in his thick hair and opened up to him, letting his hot tongue twine with mine. He lapped against me with expert strokes that made my pussy throb. More. I need more! He thrust his rock-hard cock against me, stabbing my belly. I wanted it. I yearned for him. All of him. All of that stiff dick deep inside me. I was suddenly desperate for it. I tore at his shirt with my hands, wanting it off. It didn’t rip like I hoped, so I fumbled with the button on his pants until his cock was free.
“Fuck, Julia,” he snarled against my lips, released my arms from his death grip, and yanked down my soaked yoga pants. In a quick movement he spun me around and yanked my hips up. My hands slid against the slimy bricks just as he slammed into my aching pussy. Moaning, I fumbled against the wall for a better grip.
Cole buried his hand in my hair and pulled me up until his lips were against my ear. The heat of his breath came in time with his thrusts as he impaled me over and over on his rigid length.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought of doing this to you?” he growled. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought of bending you over and fucking this pussy on my own terms?”
“Ohhh.” I arched my back to take more of him, the orgasm already building.
“You want more?” He slowed his pace.
I thrust back against him, but he didn’t speed up.
“Tell me what you want, Julia.”
If I had been on the outside looking in at this god-like man bending over a blue-haired woman in the pounding rain against the back of an old diner, I probably would have thought it was crazy. Too impulsive, even for me. But I wasn’t. I was that blue-haired woman getting the shit pounded out of her.
“I want you to fuck me until there’s nothing left of me. Like it’s the last time you’ll ever fuck anyone.”
A sinister sound tore from his chest. His cock pulsed inside of me and he slammed into me again, nearly knocking the breath from my lungs. I reached back and wound my arms around his head. The stubble on his face scratched roughly against my cheek.
The pleasure built in my core, growing with each thrust. I dug my nails into his scalp, afraid if I didn’t that I would float away or he would.
“Who do you belong to?” I teetered on the edge of bliss when he spoke the words. “Say it.”
“What?” I gasped.
“Who owns you. Say. It.” His words were rough like gravel.
“You!” I shouted as carnal ecstasy ripped a path through me, destroying everything that I knew to be real and replacing it all with an unbearable pleasure.
He shuddered behind me, his cock spasming in my pussy. “Fuck, Julia.” The hot liquid filled me up prolonging the pleasure.
“Hey! What the fuck is going on out here?” The southern-accented voice jerked me out of the place where only Cole and I existed. My shirt clung to me like a second skin and my pants were muddy and down around my ankles. I locked gazes with the waitress from inside the diner. She looked shocked and mad with her nose scrunched up. She didn’t look so pretty anymore.
I should have been embarrassed or ashamed that I had just fucked a man behind a building next to a dumpster. But I wasn’t. I stared back at that woman and smiled.
Nine.
The incessant chime of a cell phone brought me out of my coma-like sleep. I blinked heavily. My eyes met the smooth white surface of the ceiling above me and for a moment, panic seized my heart. Where am I? That was until the bed shifted next to me. I glanced over to be met with the sight of Cole’s smooth muscular back. The last two days came back to me in a rush.
After leaving the diner, something inside of me had changed. It was like a dam had finally given way and the waters of desperation had rushed through me, filling my body, washing me away until I was nothing but a slave to it. The ride home had been quiet. I wanted to say a million things to him, but to comment on the sex, to acknowledge what had just happened between us would have somehow made it cheap.
I knew I didn’t want to go home though. I didn’t want to go back to my apartment, not if Cole wasn’t coming in with me. I needed to do that again. I longed for him to fuck me. My life had been empty for a long time, even when Vic was home, I just hadn’t realized it. I had been missing something. It wasn’t necessarily sex. It was fucking that I’d missed. I’d missed being taken by a man who knew what he was doing, a man who was totally and completely absorbed in the act of filling my body with his for no other reason. I needed to be behind a closed door fucking a man who wanted me for me, not because someone was paying him money to do so.
I didn’t even have to tell Cole this. He exited off the highway once we got into downtown Dallas and pulled into the Regency Crescent Hotel, the nicest hotel in the city. We didn’t even make it up to the room before his hands were up my shirt and my fingers down his pants. I almost felt sorry for the elderly couple who caught us on the elevator with our tongues lodged in each other’s throats.
Almost.
Once we were behind the closed door of the penthouse suite, I got my wish. Cole fucked me against the front door first, then on the coffee table, and on the kitchen counter. He’d taken me against the massive wall-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. He fucked me in all of these places before we finally made it into bed where we did it again. He’d cum all over me. As if he was desperate to cover every inch of me with his seed. To mark me and make me only his.
And that was only the first night.
I’d been here two days now and hadn’t worn a stitch of clothing since the moment Cole had ripped them from my body upon entering the penthouse. We’d done nothing but sleep, eat, and fuck.
“Yes.” His deep voice cut through the air of the room like a knife when he pressed the phone to his ear. The gruff tone made moisture pool in between my sore thighs.
“I’m busy. I’ll get back with you.” He paused. “I said, I will get back with you.”
The anger in his voice confused me. Who could it be? He hadn’t spent much time on the phone, though it had gone off a bunch of times the first night we got here. He had turned it on silent after a while and I quickly forgot about it. Not a hard thing to do when Cole’s thick cock was in my mouth or my cunt.
He jerked the phone away from his ear and slammed it down on the dark-wood nightstand.
“Who was that?” A woman? I hadn’t considered the possibility that he could have a girlfriend or a wife. A wife? The thought nearly made me dry heave. He couldn’t, right? I didn’t know where Cole and I stood. I didn’t know if I even
wanted to be standing anywhere with him, but I did know that I didn’t want to share him with anyone else. If there was anything the last three days had taught me, it was that. I didn’t want to acknowledge it, but I knew it was too late to ignore it. Cole was mine. I wouldn’t share him.
“No one.” He turned around, his thick muscles rippling in the morning sun that pilfered through the windows. His facial hair was longer and even more unkempt, but it only made him look more devilishly handsome.
“It sounded like someone.” I sat up in bed.
“Oh, did it?” He crawled across the big bed until he was crouched in front of me. His greedy gaze roamed over my exposed skin. My pussy throbbed in response.
“It did…a woman?” I didn’t know why the thought never crossed my mind.
Because you didn’t care if he was with someone else before.
The idea of caring for him was like ripping a Band-Aid off an open wound. It was caring for someone that got people hurt. I knew that well enough.
“Why? Are you talking to other men?” He leaned in, his gaze searching mine with rage. His tattooed arms bulged under his weight and his cock was hard as rock, long and thick protruding between his thighs.
I bit down on my lip. “If I was?”
A rumble escaped his chest. His body tightened as if he was going to spring toward me like a lion pouncing on his prey. He didn’t though, instead he looked away, his jaw ticking and his teeth clamping together with an audible clack.
I got up on my knees and wrapped my hand around his cock. “You like the idea of me with another man?”
Cole’s gaze swung back to meet mine just before he pressed me back on the bed. His dick pushed hard against my belly.
“You’re mine, Julia.” His face was only inches away from my own. His words shocked me, excited me, and finally left me feeling lost.
“You’re moving back to New York.” I hoped the words sounded flat and not full of the emotion that was suddenly rampant through me.
“I am.” He pressed his lips roughly against my bruised ones. We’d kissed as much as we’d fucked over the last two days. He seemed to relish taking my mouth with his while I took his cock into my pussy.
He buried his hands in my hair and thrust his cock against my stomach. I moaned into his mouth and clutched at his brawny ass. He trailed his lips down my chin.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” A shiver of pleasure trembled down my spine. He bit down on the exposed flesh of my neck. The pain triggered a burst of pleasure deep inside my core, pressing me close to the edge of an orgasm.
His lips made a burning path down my body before fastening over my bare cunt. The flick of his stiff tongue against my throbbing clit had me thrashing my head back and forth. I tried to buck into his mouth, but his hands splayed across my hips holding me captive. He ran his tongue over me again, slowly.
“More, Cole, more!” I squirmed.
He growled against me, vibrating my clit and sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through my body. I met his dark blue gaze. There seemed to be a million messages emanating from those pupils. I could have stayed there, staring into them forever, trying to decipher the cryptic message they conveyed, but he slipped a single digit into my pussy, swirling it around inside my tightness. Oh, yes! He flicked the tip against my g-spot. I tipped my head back and drew my knees up. He did it again and my orgasm bubbled, threatening to boil over with another stiff flick of his tongue or fingertips.
But he pulled out of my pussy and lapped at my clit with soft strokes.
“Please, Cole,” I panted.
His damp fingers dipped lower until they were at the tight entrance of my ass. I clenched my cheeks. I moved to prop myself up on one elbow when he swirled his finger around the entrance. A shock of utter bliss skittered through my body.
“Ohhh!” I moaned when he pressed his finger into my tight hole.
The orgasm shattered across my skin and ripped me apart from the inside out. I undulated my hips and thrashed my head back and forth. Cole sucked on my clit prolonging the utter bliss until I was so sensitive I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed at his head and he released me, crawling up my body. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. I snaked my hand down to grab his hard cock.
His hand closed around mine. “No. I just want to hold you.”
I sucked in a deep breath and glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, his handsome face utterly relaxed. We hadn’t done this either of the two nights. I’d fallen asleep out of utter exhaustion.
I bit down on my lip and curled into him, my body fitting against his like we were made for each other. A few weeks ago I had felt utterly alone…and now? I didn’t know what I felt.
“Tell me something about you.” The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them.
“Hmm?”
“Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”
Which could be anything since I know practically nothing.
“She killed herself.”
“Who?”
“My sister.” He held up his arm. The sad face of the beautiful woman stared back at me.
“Cole, I—”
“Don’t say you’re sorry. No one can be more sorry than I am.”
I rolled over and propped myself up on my elbows. “How old was she?”
“Too young.”
I studied his face and glanced at the tattoo again. Her face was drawn with smooth sweeping lines of black ink. Her long hair was dark and fluttered around her like it was blowing in a wind that only existed in his flesh.
“I’m sorry.” I said it anyway because I meant it…and I didn’t know what else to say. “Why did you tell me?”
“What?”
“You wouldn’t tell me before…why did you tell me now?”
He shrugged his shoulders and sat up.
Before he could get up I grabbed his bicep. “What are you going to do when you go back to New York, Cole? Will you become an animal trainer?”
For some reason I needed him to tell me that he would. That he was going to go back and follow his dream. I didn’t know this man at all, but I didn’t want him to go. The realization hit me in the gut like a sledgehammer.
He smiled sadly. “I don’t think so, Julia.”
I cocked my head to the side. “What will you do, then?” I wanted to shout “stay with me!” but I didn’t.
“Look Julia, I—”
Ding ding ding ding ding.
The sound of Cole’s phone killed the words in his mouth. He jumped up.
“Shit. I need to take this.” He snatched it up and walked out of the room without giving me a second glance.
What just happened? The expression on his face was so sad before his phone went off.
I planned to stay in bed, but hunger clawed at my gut. I’d eaten the night before, but that was before Cole and I had gone to bed for the final time and hours before we actually went to sleep.
I climbed out of bed and padded into the living room. The sleek butter-colored furniture on dark marble met my gaze. The huge room was open with a bar separating the living room from the large kitchen. A dining room jutted off to one side and three other bedrooms as well. My uptown loft was nice, but it was nothing compared to this luxury. Cole had to be paying a fortune to stay here.
Where is Cole?
I glanced around as I made my way to the kitchen, but he was nowhere in sight. I frowned. He must’ve gone into one of the bedrooms. I shrugged.
I stumbled over something and caught myself on the counter managing to keep myself from slamming into the side of the refrigerator.
“What the fuck?” Pain ricocheted through my foot. I hobbled on one leg and glanced down to see an open laptop on the floor along with a mess of paperwork. Tentatively I put my foot back on floor and grabbed the laptop and paperwork and set them back on the counter. The image of Cole raking everything off the shimmery opaque surface before throwing my naked body o
n it, jumped to my mind.
“Well, shit. I hope he didn’t break it.” I ran my hand over the mouse pad. The screen leapt to life, clearly still in working condition. I turned to the fridge only to jerk back to the illuminated screen. Julia Collette was written under one of the files on the desktop.
Why the hell does he have my name on his computer?
I frowned and clicked on the folder. A hundred tiny little windows popped up on the screen. Some were documents, but most were photographs…photographs of me. I clicked on the first one.
I was walking down the street in the middle of the day wearing my favorite blue jean shorts and a tank top with my aviator sunglasses on my head. I frowned. This was taken during the summer. I hadn’t worn those shorts in at least five or six months.
What is this?
A click brought me to the next picture. I was in the mall with Vic and Chris eating at the food court. Another click. I gasped at the sight of me down on my knees with Vic’s cock stuffed into my mouth. Blue paint coated my body. I covered my mouth. The last Rapture X party Vic and I did together. Click. My body suspended in the air hanging from a vine hung in the ceiling with Vic pounding into me from behind. Click. Vic shooting his load into my mouth.
I continued clicking in disbelief as more moments of my life flew across the screen. There were moments I was certain dated to over a year ago, and pictures from mere weeks ago. Pictures of me hugging Vic and Chris goodbye at the airport. Fear slammed into me. I glanced around in panic. Cole was nowhere in sight.
I dashed back to his room in frantic search of my clothes. I had to get the fuck out of here. Now. Before he came back and realized what I saw. What would he do to me? The thought turned my insides cold, bringing me back to a place I never thought I would be again.
I shoved my legs into my wrinkled yoga pants without my underwear. My frantic search for my shirt turned up nothing, so I yanked a shirt off the top of Cole’s suitcase. Luckily, I knew my phone and purse were by the front door, along with my shoes. I made a break for them, skidding across the expensive marble. It was only when I got the door that I eased it open and closed it behind me soundlessly. I mashed the button on the elevator a hundred times, but it still didn’t come any faster. With shaking hands I glanced left and spotted a stairwell sign. I made a break for it. Luckily the penthouse was only four floors up.
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