Don't Tell

by Violet Paige

  Everyone had turned to watch Sasha and Cal circling the bonfire. I could hear some of the guys cheering Cal on. Someone suggested he take her down to the water and toss her in.

  “Didn’t think I’d get to see you again so soon.” Lance’s hand slid from my shoulder.

  “Crazy small world I guess.” I turned away from Cal and Sasha.

  “Yeah, crazy.” He shifted in the sand. “So, how do you know Sasha?”

  “It’s kind of funny. Remember how I told you the airlines lost my luggage?”

  He nodded.

  “Well, the other half of the nightmare story yesterday was that I lost my reservation at the Wave Oasis. That’s where I met Sasha. She was nice enough to recommend the Dune Scape and invite me tonight.”

  “You’re staying at the Dune?” It sounded like Lance tripped on the words.

  “I didn’t have much choice.”

  Cal had finally placed Sasha on her feet, and she was half-teasing, half-threatening him through a series of kisses.

  “You want a drink or something?” Lance asked, holding up his red plastic cup.

  Watching another couple make out had cast an awkward cloud on our conversation, as if we had somehow been paired together. “Definitely. What’s in there?”

  “All kinds of stuff.” He grinned. “Be right back.” I lost track of him as he disappeared into the crowd.

  “I didn’t take you for the bonfire type.” The deep voice carried over my ear. I wasn’t prepared for the chills it sent down my back and arms.

  I whipped around and tried to ground my senses. Cole stood inches from me. He was holding out a red cup for me.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” I took the cup and a cautious sip. The drink tasted like a lime-flavored beer combination. It was refreshing.

  “I don’t know. I thought you liked to dance.” He smirked as he held the cup to his lips.

  I almost choked on my drink. “You went to one of my dance recitals. One.”

  It might have been the flames from the bonfire, but his eyes flickered like he wanted to lure me into a confrontation.

  I thought back to how he looked at me this afternoon in the room. How his eyes followed every curve of my chest until he was almost speechless. I stepped closer to him.

  “Kaitlyn, here you go.” Lance walked up next to me with a drink. The second Cole appeared, I had forgotten about Lance and the drink.

  I took a step back from Cole.

  “Looks like Cole already got you a drink.” A frown formed on Lance’s thin lips. If he had any confidence before Cole showed up, I could tell it was quickly fading.

  Sasha had already told me this was a party for locals, so I shouldn’t have been surprised the guys knew each other, but the encounter felt a little testosterone-charged.

  “Are you two friends?” I asked Lance.

  “We know each other.” Lance wasn’t volunteering much information and Cole didn’t respond.

  “What, did you two date the same girl or something?” I giggled. That couldn’t be, but the longer the silence grew, the more I thought I had just stuck my foot in my mouth.

  “Lance’s not too happy with me these days,” Cole volunteered.

  “And why is that?” I looked at Lance, who was no longer his happy-go-lucky self.

  “He dated my sister.” Lance’s words were flat.

  “Oh.” I didn’t know what to say. I had more questions, but neither one was giving out answers.

  “I’ll take the drink for her, man.” Cole reached for the cup.

  Lance chuckled under his breath. “Why am I not surprised?” He shoved the drink in Cole’s hand and angled toward me. “I’ll catch up with you later, Carolina. Cal needs something.”

  “What was that about?” I looked at Cole.

  “For someone who’s only been here one day, you’ve sure made a lot of friends.” He sipped from his cup. “Lance and Cal like you, especially Lance.”

  “Kaitlyn, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to leave you as soon as we got here. Cal gets a little carried away around me.” Sasha emerged from the crowd, looking flushed and trying to catch her breath.

  “Yeah, I could tell.”

  “What do you say we go for a walk?” Cole asked.

  He stepped over the log and stood in front of me, so that my only view was him. “Walk with me.” It wasn’t a request.

  Cole took off toward the crashing waves at a relaxed pace. I followed him to the water. My eyes adjusted to the darkness away from the fire, keeping his silhouette in my line of sight.

  The waves lapped along the shoreline, and my toes sunk into the softness of the wet sand. We were far enough away from the bonfire that the others couldn’t hear us.

  “So, how long have you been working at the Dune Scape?” I trailed behind slightly. “Ryan never mentioned it. And I had no idea you were back in Texas.”

  “Two years.” He said it as if he had answered a question about how long he had been in prison.

  “Ever since you left the Corps?” I clutched the cup between both my hands as I inhaled the rest of my drink.

  “Yes.” He kicked along the tops of the waves, sending saltwater along my legs.

  “Did you go back to school? Like a trade school or something?”

  He laughed. “No, not really. It’s more on-the-job training.”

  “You definitely could stay busy there for a long time. There’s a lot broken.” I wanted to kick myself. “I mean, it’s great—my room is great. You’re an excellent handyman, Cole.” I might as well dig a hole in the sand and bury myself in it right now. Nothing I said was right.

  “It’s mine.”

  I almost choked on my lime drink. “‘Mine’ as in you own the Dune Scape?”

  “Believe me, I wish I didn’t. I inherited it from my grandfather. He recently passed away and left me the place, but no money to run it. Not the best inheritance.” His gaze was fixed on the horizon. He tipped the cup back.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. But Ryan did tell me you have a son. Is he here too?”

  He nodded. “He’s the reason I kept the motel. I know the damn place is a money pit. It’s been closed for the past year, and trying to get it back to any kind of working condition is taking all the money I have and some I don’t. I should just give in and sell it. It’s not like my family’s around anymore to argue about it. But I want him know that it means something to work hard. That my grandfather didn’t leave family land to me just to sell it. I want him to have a legacy.”

  “Does he have a name?” I smiled. “I don’t really know anything him. I don’t get to talk to Ryan enough.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah. Grayson. Grayson Michael.”

  I wondered if his little boy had pretty blue eyes like his daddy.

  “And his mother?” I was afraid to ask. “You two are married now?”

  He huffed. “No. Never were.”

  “Oh.” I tried not to sound excited. “Ryan said—”

  Cole cut me off. “Let’s agree that your brother sucks at information.”

  I laughed. “Ok. I can agree to that.”

  “Amber, that’s Grayson’s mom. We dated off and on. Honestly, it was more off. And when I found out she was pregnant I was sitting with my papers in front of me. I didn’t sign them. I knew I couldn’t deploy again. Then my grandfather got sick. So Amber moved to Padre with me and we’ve shared custody of Grayson since them. For the most part it works. But I don’t think it will ever be enough.”

  “Oh Cole. I’m sorry. The last two years sound horrible.”

  “I shouldn’t be dumping all of this on you. Damn it. Sorry. We’re supposed to be counting falling stars or something, right? I think I promised a sky show.”

  He turned toward the ocean. There were a few boats dotting the horizon with blinking green lights.

  I hadn’t intended to grab his arm, but I was afraid he would pull away, and I didn’t want that to happen. We were talking. We had somehow broken away from Ryan’s sh
adow. This was Cole and Kaitlyn.

  “I want to know what’s been going on with you.” My hand rested on his forearm. I fought the urge to move it up the length of his bicep. It felt solid and taut.

  “If you look right about there—” He pointed overhead. “—you’ll spot at least one shooting star tonight.”

  “Maybe I can help you.” I wasn’t falling for his stargazing distraction. It seemed like he needed to open up to someone about the Dunes, and maybe I was that person.

  “Really? And what do you think you can do to help me?” He turned to face me. His eyes were dark. I couldn’t read his mood.

  I had no idea what I could do, but I had to do something. He was basically family.

  “I-I don’t know. But I want to help.”

  “You’re here on vacation. You should be having a good time, getting to know Texas, hanging out at the beach. I can handle the Dunes.” His eyes lingered on my lips.

  I could feel the energy building in the air between us as the waves lapped our ankles.

  His hand grazed the side of my cheek and I stood still like a statue, taking in the roughness of his skin. He stepped closer so that his waist was pressed against me. I liked how my body seemed to align with his just standing here—touching and breathing.

  “Can’t you think of a way for me to help?” I tipped forward, wanting to draw an answer from him.

  The tips of his fingers trailed from my chin, along the line of my neck, and rested along the edge of my tank top. “I know something you could do.” His voice was husky.

  I felt the weight of his hand on my chest and the fire building under my skin where his fingers played with the fabric. Before I knew what in the hell I was doing, I abandoned my red cup in the ocean as his arms encircled my waist and pulled me close until our bodies collided.

  My mouth parted for him, anxious to touch his lips and his tongue. He growled as I nipped his bottom lip. I tasted the beer on his tongue and I drank in each kiss, wanting to know more of him this way. My hands ran the length of his back and locked around the firmness of his neck. I stroked his warm skin and twisted my hands in his hair.

  My body was on fire. I had never been kissed like that, and I was positive no one else could do what Cole had just done to me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself when all I really wanted was for Cole to kiss me again.

  “Fuck. I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.” He hung his head. “I should get you back to the party. Sasha’s going to start looking for you, or Lance will.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to go back to the party.”

  “Kaitlyn,” he growled into the side of my neck. “It was a mistake.”

  I refused to let go of him. It was a kiss I had waited nearly ten years to taste.

  “Can I walk you home if you don’t want to go back?” he offered.

  I let Cole keep his hand clasped at my side. We walked in silence along the boardwalk to the edge of the motel. I was in unchartered territory.

  We stopped in front of my room. The emptiness of the Dune Scape parking lot made me feel like Cole and I weren’t just the only people at the motel, but also the only people on the island. I held up the key.

  “Thanks for walking me back. I had fun.” My eyes shot to his.

  Cole leaned his arm against the frame of the door. I felt my heart racing and the heated feeling in my belly. “This is goodnight, darlin’.”

  I pushed the door open and tugged his shirt. “No one has to know, Cole.”

  His eyes narrowed and he followed me inside.

  11

  Cole

  I wanted to drink the innocence off her. I slammed the door closed behind us and pulled Kaitlyn against me. She whimpered softly as my lips crushed against hers.

  My tongue twisted against hers. I shoved the tank top over her head, squeezing her tits as I passed over them. She was soft and sweet. Pure. Gorgeous. And somehow Kaitlyn had grown up and I hadn’t noticed it. Until now.

  She was in my hands. Under my hungry mouth.

  I didn’t have any restraint. I didn’t think I had the willpower to search for it. To hell with holding back. What was one night? One night of fucking nirvana with this perfect woman.

  Her lips were full and firm as I sucked them between my teeth. I had to know what the rest of her tasted like. I wanted to lick her. Suck her. Lap her juices. I led her backward, yanking her shorts to the floor.

  I kissed her collarbone and along the lines of her stomach. She sighed when I breathed along the lace band of her panties. With one hot breath between her legs, I commanded and she sat on the edge of the bed.

  I threaded the lace off her legs tossing the thong on the floor.

  I kissed the inside of her thigh, nipping as I made my way to her slice of heaven.

  “Cole.” She breathed.

  My fingers worked between her folds. Fuck. She was so wet. I groaned as I licked between her slick lips, lapping at her clit. Her head fell backward as I worked my tongue inside her pussy.

  My cock was hard. Throbbing. Ready.

  I pushed her knees wider, needing more. Thirsty to drown myself in her.

  The sweet sounds of her release started. Her walls clutched against my tongue and I sucked hard against her, waiting for her to come in my mouth.

  “Come, baby,” I groaned, commanding the orgasm to crest.

  She panted. Her hips jerked. And with one long sigh she trembled, falling off a cliff. God, it was a beautiful sound.

  I kissed my way up her body. Folding the bra over the edge of her tits. I pulled one into my mouth.

  “Ohh,” she cried.

  I wasn’t done. Nowhere near it.

  I pushed my fingers inside her pussy. I moved them in and out as she writhed under me.

  Her hands were on my shorts. I threw my T-shirt off the bed and she unfastened the button. I kicked them off, but not before grabbing a condom out of the pocket. I’d learned my lesson two years ago. She wrestled with my boxer briefs and freed my cock. It ached for her. I was in pain from wanting her.

  I ran my thumb over her bottom lip and stared into her eyes.

  I’d never seen such trust. Such innocence.

  I sighed when her hands wrapped around my dick, sliding up and down. I rolled on my back as Kaitlyn move to straddle me. I didn’t recognize the vixen hovering over me.

  The sex kitten sliding over my body was toying with me. She lowered her head over my cock as her hair swept against my chest.

  My hands tangled in her hair. Her mouth opened. Her tongue circled the swollen head of my shaft.

  “Baby, you’re killing me,” I groaned.

  She licked the side like a lollypop, tracing the thick vein on the side. And then she settled over the head and with one inhale I thrust inside her.

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  She bobbed over me, working up and down, feasting on my cock. I’d never seen anything as sexy as those pouty lips wrapped around the base of my dick. When had little Kaitlyn Sinclair learned to give blow jobs like this?

  I didn’t want to know. I didn’t care. I fucked her beautiful mouth relentlessly.

  She was unbelievable. Her eyes fired with mischief.

  It wasn’t going to end like this. I lifted her chin toward me.

  “I have a condom.” I searched the bed for it.

  “But don’t you want me to keep going?” she whispered.

  I nodded. “But I’d rather fuck you, baby.”

  “Oh God. This is really happening.”

  It was the way she said it. As if it was something she’d thought about.

  I found the condom and ripped the corner of the packet. I rolled it over my cock, still wet from her mouth.

  I pressed Kaitlyn on her back. “Unless you want me to stop?” My teeth sank into her shoulder.

  She shook her head. “Don’t stop. I just can’t believe this.”

  I hushed her with a rough kiss. “Kaitlyn.”

  Her eyes flickered open.


  I nudged my cock between her legs. I pressed at her entrance, allowing her to stretch around me for a second. “For tonight,” I answered her. That was supposed to make this ok.

  My chest seized. I couldn’t hold back.

  Her nails dug into my skin as I thrust inside her.

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  She was tight and hot. Something primal inside me took over and I wanted to get lost inside her. Bury myself so far I was seared inside. I wanted her to feel me tomorrow.

  I grabbed the headboard and gripped it for more traction and sank inside her walls, hissing at how fucking incredible she felt. Every inch.

  I pumped in and out, feeling the sweat trickled down my chest and back. I would make this an all-night marathon if I could. I’d fuck her until the sun came up.

  She cried out as another orgasm hit her.

  It was like she had my dick in a vice. “Damn, girl.” I bit my lip, trying to keep the inevitable from happening.

  If I was only going to fuck her once, it was going to be something we never forgot and it wasn’t going to last fifteen minutes.

  She panted. “Oh my God, Cole.”

  I slipped my hands under her, lifting her from the bed. “Get on your knees, baby.”

  She rolled on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air.

  I plunged inside, taking in this new angle. I rounded my hand over her bottom, giving her a slap.

  She yelped and pressed back into me harder.

  I gripped her hips. If she wanted harder, I could do that. I slammed her back onto my cock.

  “Cole,” she hissed. “Fuck. That feels good.”

  “I didn’t take you for the rough type.” My palm struck her ass again and she clenched my dick. “But damn it, Kaitlyn, you feel good.”

  I rode her from behind, knowing I’d come faster than I wanted here. I pulled out and positioned her at the end of the bed. I took one foot and then the other to the floor before throwing her legs on my shoulders.

  I took her ass in my hands and sank my cock in her pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her hands roamed her tits. She was sexy and soft. Beautiful and a spitfire in my bed. She was more than I ever expected. More than I could have predicted.