Space and time ceased to exist in that moment. She was no longer twelve years his junior. No longer was she the kid sister of his best friend. In that moment he was not her superior. All he saw was his Leah. The woman who had grown up before his eyes into one of the most sensual creatures he had ever seen.
He didn’t just want her. He needed her. His body raged into overdrive at the need to claim her.
“Cole?”
Her whisper of his name struck him hard in his heart. For weeks he had been so angry at her for only referring to him in official capacity. It would piss him off to high heaven. Never had he thought that her saying his name would have such importance or leave such an impact.
As much as he wanted to answer her and say something that would affect her in the same way, he couldn’t speak. She might have been thinking about this for months, but this was all new to him. Until fifteen minutes ago he hadn’t even realized he had these feelings for her. Now, with everything moving so fast, he felt tongue-tied and certain nothing he tried to say would even make sense.
He crawled on the bed, placing himself between her thighs. His hands trailed up along the curves of her legs as he took in the softness of her skin. She shivered under his touch, and it tugged at him somewhere deep inside. He stared at her hips in amazement at the curve which led up to her waist and finally met with the fullness of her breasts. Despite being petite, she had an hourglass figure that her clothes hid from the casual observer.
His mind and body fought a battle he wasn’t sure either could win. He wanted desperately to slow down and explore every curve, every inch and delectable contour of her body, but his cock wanted to slide into her and bury itself.
She gazed at him, her beautiful eyes so alluring and full of desire he couldn’t understand how he had never seen her in this way before. Admiration reflected back at him in her stare. She didn’t just tell him how much she wanted him, he felt it.
Placing his hands on either side of her, he lowered himself down on top of her and sought her kiss again. Her tongue found his like it was a beacon and danced in unison as they explored one another. He swallowed her gasp as the underside of his cock pressed against the wet lips of her pussy.
It was all he could do to keep from lifting his hips and sliding into her warmth. Several times he thrust his hips against her, loving the feel of moist heat against him. With every second that passed he relinquished more control. He could hear her muffled whimpers trying to escape. Something kept stopping him from crossing that line and taking what they both wanted.
A mixture of emotions swept over him. Fear, uncertainty, worry and anxiety. They all plagued him.
He loved Leah. He had for most of her life. It wasn’t until just now that he realized his feelings for her might be more than he realized.
She was so young. She had her whole life ahead of her. At thirty-five, he was middle aged now. The woman lying before him, so beautiful and seductive, deserved the world brought to her on a silver platter. He couldn’t give her all the things in life she should have. He wasn’t rich, couldn’t lavish her with gifts and luxuries the way he knew other men would happily do for someone as beautiful as she was.
Damn if he could stop himself, though. Suffering from a case of fuck the world, she’s mine and no one else can have her, he gave into the temptation her touch created. Silently, he whispered to all the men in the world to go to hell. Selfish or not, she was his.
His Leah.
He’d be damned if anyone but him was going to have her.
Breathless and overwhelmed with lust, he pulled his mouth free from hers. Lifting himself off of her, he spread her thighs apart. His movements were no longer slow and gentle. In spite of his efforts, he felt her legs spread wider as she opened herself up for him.
The invitation her body implied sent his already-hard cock into overdrive. With his dick throbbing, he looked down to see pre-cum drip down the tip in anticipation. His hands shook when he grabbed hold and tried not to stroke himself, unsure if the slightest motion would make him come.
Gently and with very little pressure, he slid the head just past her slit, slowly invading the lips which protected her entrance. He could feel every muscle in his body protesting as he tried to hold back. Even as a seventeen-year-old horny teenager, he couldn't remember ever wanting to feel the inside of a pussy so bad.
It struck him in that moment that he couldn’t even remember having sex before now. He knew he had. So many fucking times he probably couldn’t even count them. In that instant with Leah though, all of them were suddenly nameless and faceless. None of the previous women seemed to matter. Until now he had never known what it was like to truly want someone so much that he thought he might die if he didn’t get her.
Sweat beaded his forehead. He was in agony, but he held himself still, just brushing the tip of his cock against the hole it wanted to slide into. He studied her eyes, looking for signs that she wanted him to stop. Despite his patience, all he saw was restless passion.
Unable to refuse either one of them any longer, he painstakingly slid his head inside. Tightness wrapped around him. Heat shot through his body, and her slippery walls coaxed him further along.
Watching her expression, he drifted deeper. An inch, then another and another. The closer he got to filling her completely the more hypnotic her entrancing stare became. Her eyes fluttered at him, heavy lidded with desire.
Finally, after seconds of agony, he was buried inside her. His balls rested against her pussy, and he nestled himself contently inside the tight embrace of her wetness. Whatever the fuck he had been doing his whole life had been wrong. This was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced. He couldn’t move against the euphoria that clouding his mind. He could feel her body pulsating against his invasion, and he savored it.
He opened his eyes, not realizing he had even shut them. Her voice had brought him back to reality. She stared back at him. Her delicate fingers were wrapped around her rosy hard nipples, and her hips rocked gently as she whimpered unintelligible words to him.
A primal sensation overtook him in that moment. The need to take her, claim her, mark her, and make her belong to him and no one else consumed him.
He leaned over her body, hovering just above her and slowly slid back, almost exiting the most exquisite tightness he’d ever felt. He held himself there, suspended as the cool air caressed his now-wet cock. Suddenly cold and desperate to have her heat warm him, he thrust inside her.
Her body arched, and she let out a scream. The sight and sound of her actions brought about raw animalistic instincts from somewhere inside him. He did it again, reveling in her screech of pleasure. Again and again, he kept thrusting deep inside of her. His balls slapped unforgivingly against her tender skin.
With each time he slammed inside her, his desires only heightened. Her screams echoed in the room, and he soaked each of them in like they were a drug. Never again would she be with another man. From this moment on, she belonged to him.
Only minutes had passed since he’d invaded her body, but already his control was failing. He was so close to losing himself inside her. With every thrust he could swear she became tighter and wetter. No way would he fall before she did. He needed to show her how good he could make her feel. Desperation filled him with an elemental compulsion to erase every experience she had ever had with any man and be left with only thoughts of him.
He kept himself hovering over her with just one hand as he continued to thrust relentlessly into her pussy. Reaching down with his free hand to the juncture where their bodies met, he slid his thumb against her wetness until he found her swollen clit. He could feel her heartbeat as it pulsed against his finger through the sensitive nub.
Aggressively and with no remorse, he rubbed and flicked the button until her body began bucking wildly. Glancing up, he stared in amazement, transfixed on her as her head flung from side to side against the bed. Her damp hair covered her face, and he quickly reached up to move the loose str
ands so he could see her.
He returned his thumb to its new toy and continued to play with it. As they continued, thrusting, slamming, rocking, and writhing with one another, he could no longer hold himself back.
His balls drew up painfully tight as her body continued to stroke him into oblivion. Orgasm clawed up his spine and kicked the shit out of his restraint. He only had seconds left. His thumb attacked her clit, flicking and rubbing, flicking and rubbing, over and over again in a desperate motion to make her body explode from his touch.
“Come for me, baby.”
Just as his low growl ordered her, she tensed under his touch. Her entire body tightened around him as she let out a bloodcurdling scream. Then in a moment of fervor he felt hot lava pour from her insides and coat his cock. Her inner walls began to tremble and started to convulse around him.
He held himself there, motionless as he absorbed the sweet vice of her pussy while it pumped his cock. His toes curled, and quicksilver shot through his body. Somewhere inside of him a lightning bolt had struck, shooting electricity straight to his balls.
He shuddered and howled at the orgasm as it took hold of him. Hot, thick, and pulsating, his cock spurted his seed into her deepest parts, filling her with the result of her seduction.
Sometime during the onslaught of his orgasm wracking his body, he had collapsed on top of her. He only became aware of this when he opened his eyes to feel her fingernails gently scraping against his back. His emotions were on overdrive as he lay there, hyperaware of the fact that his semi-hard and completely satisfied dick was still buried inside of her.
The oddest sensation of possession filled him, and he wondered if it was possible to stay in that moment forever. Refusing to leave her body for fear that now that he had experienced this with her, existence would be pointless unless he was connected to her in the most elemental way, he remained still.
Seconds passed. Maybe even minutes. He wasn’t really sure, nor did he much care. His body was still coasting and riding the wave of pleasure he’d just experienced with her. Their skin was damp with sweat and they both fought for air, their lungs not seeming to be able to get enough of it as they gasped for breath.
When she shifted underneath him, he realized that he must be crushing her. Begrudgingly, he pulled himself off her, his actions effectively breaking the connection of their two bodies as he slid out of her. Instantly he felt cold all over as he rolled on his side. Grabbing onto her, he pulled her with him, not giving her a choice as he pulled her into the crook of his arm and wrapped his arms around her.
Even if he had Webster himself sitting beside the bed and whispering words into his ear, he couldn’t speak. Nothing in his life, not the Marines, not war, not even being the chief of police could have prepared him for what had just happened.
Leah.
His Leah.
Could he even find the words to explain to her what had just changed between them? Were there even words to do this justice?
Silence filled the room as they lay there holding one another. He couldn’t tell if he was grasping her too tightly. His fingers felt numb. She was trembling, and he kissed the top of her head to soothe her. When he brought his hand down her arm to lock their fingers together, his hand shook, and he wondered if it was he who was trembling and not her.
“Cole?”
Unbelievably, his heart tightened even more at the sound of her whispering his name. So long he had waited to hear her say it again. So long he had wished she would be his Leah again.
His Leah.
It perplexed him that he never knew this was what he really wanted. How could he not have known his desire to be with her went so much deeper than just spending time with his best friend? When had she gone from being just his friend to everything that mattered? At what point had she stopped being Leah and become his?
“Please say something.” Her soft voice tugged at him a little more, bringing him back from his thoughts. She sounded so vulnerable and unsure of herself, the exact opposite of the woman who’d enticed him in the living room earlier.
“I’m sorry. I’m here with you. Just thinking.”
“Thinking?” she asked.
What could he say? He was certain anything he even attempted to translate from his thoughts wouldn’t be enough. An overwhelming peace consumed his body right now.
He had no regrets. He held no remorse for what they’d just done. The fact that the woman lying beside him was his best friend’s little sister should have made him sorry for what had just happened. Still, he wasn’t.
This wasn’t what Dex meant when he’d told him to look after his little sister and he knew it, but damn if he could help himself. Somehow throughout the years, Dex’s little sister had grown out of her pigtails into a gun and shield and snuck her way into his heart without him even realizing it.
“Cole?” She said his name with desperation.
“Shh…it’s okay. You’ve gotta give me a break here, baby. You had months to let this soak in. Tonight has knocked me on my ass.”
“Are you sorry?”
He pulled her chin up with his forefinger and thumb, looking at her intently. “Sorry? Hell no. Not a chance.”
A smiled crept up the corners of his mouth when she sighed with relief. He had always thought she was pretty. Hell, she was a knockout. Any man who saw her always took a second look. Never before had he truly noticed her beauty. Her face flushed and glistened from the perspiration of their lovemaking. The rich brown locks of her hair matted and lay across her forehead in dishevelment.
“So, what do we do now?” she asked.
It struck him that she was no longer belligerent and defiant with him. Her words were sweet and almost vulnerable, and she lay there uncertainly looking into his eyes as if he held all the answers.
“Hmm…what do we do now? You sure are a lot sweeter after you’ve had sex. If I had known that, I might’ve used it to shut you up a long time ago.”
Nudging him, she laughed. “Stop. Cole, I’m serious.”
“Right now, we sleep. You wore me out, and unlike some people I have to be at the station early in the morning.”
“Sleep? That’s it? You don’t think we should talk?”
He fought the urge to roll his eyes, but not in annoyance. She looked so damn cute when her big, brown eyes searched his face for answers. Why did women always want to talk after sex? Didn’t they get exhausted like men did?
“Baby, you can talk. I’m about two seconds away from shutting my eyes and going to sleep a very happy man.”
“Cole?” She said his name right after he closed his eyes.
Lifting one eyelid, he answered, “Yes?”
“Don’t you think we should talk about what just happened?”
Damn, she was still infuriating sometimes. He laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Tomorrow, baby. Tomorrow. Let’s go to sleep.”
He resisted the urge to grin at her disgruntled sigh as she snuggled into his chest. She fidgeted for several seconds, trying to get comfortable and pushed hair out of her face. The featherlike strands brushed against his chest and tickled him.
She was absolutely adorable, a complete mess, and all his. His Leah. Absolutely breathtaking.
Chapter 6
The sun danced across Leah’s face and warmed her. She didn’t want to open her eyes. Her body was sated and relaxed. For the first time in months she had slept through the night and hadn’t woken up to a feeling of dread.
She smiled as she remembered the night of passion she’d shared with Cole. In actuality, it hadn’t been a whole night of passion, more like a half an hour of intense and overwhelming ecstasy. Squinting while opening her eyes against the harsh light forcing its way through her sheer curtains. She shielded her eyes and stumbled from her bed.
A subtle soreness set in as she felt the evidence of their lovemaking. She hadn’t had sex in over a year, and before she had only ever been intimate with two men.
When she was in college sh
e’d finally decided to give into a friend of hers who had been coming onto her for weeks. Her rationale had been that at nearly twenty-one, she’d better get it over with, and it might as well be with someone she trusted rather than some random one-night stand. The flip side of that reasoning was after that night, things had been awkward between them, and they eventually stopped being friends.
The second man, which in turn was also the second and only other time before last night, was one she dated for a few weeks in her senior year. Despite his best efforts, he never really turned her on. Sex to her seemed to be insignificant and not important. Still, after weeks she’d run out of reasons to make him wait.
The truth was, at the time, she didn’t even know why she was putting him off, let alone dating him. While he was an attractive man and quite popular on campus, he just never seemed to interest her in a sexual way. The one time she had given in to his advances, it had been a huge mistake.
The sex had been even worse than her first encounter. She was so nervous. Plus he truly didn’t arouse her. It was embarrassing that her body didn’t respond to his touch. The entire experience was uncomfortable, both physically and emotionally. Not surprisingly they broke up right after that. She wasn’t even sad about it, just incredibly glad it was over.
It was then she decided dating probably wasn’t for her. She struggled with what was wrong with her when it came to the opposite sex, often times keeping herself up at night trying to find the reason behind it.
Once college was over and she found herself graduating, she couldn’t find a career that interested her. She studied business and communications in college, but all she could ever think about was Dex. He was a hero. For nearly fifteen years he fought for his country, making his parents and her so proud of all he did in the Marines Corps.
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