by Bella Andre
Of course he’d wanted to give her pleasure. And he’d taken the responsibility she’d given him to show her true pleasure seriously. But at the same time, he’d been fighting against the strange feeling in his chest—a warmth he’d never felt for any other woman—and had thought that tying her up and doing kinky things to her would put some separation into sleeping with her.
But it had backfired.
Big time.
Because even as she’d been begging and pleading with him for release, he’d been the one dying. Just thinking about the way she’d been naked and stretched out and bound and blindfolded—and so damn sweet, through it all—had him hard again.
Because he hadn’t known it could be like that either.
And he wasn’t just talking about the sex.
Cole hadn’t known he could feel that close to anyone.
Not until he’d met Anna.
Chapter Seven
“My grandmother is probably going to ask you all sorts of questions, like how we met.
Let’s change around a few of the details.”
Still trying to catch her breath from the way Cole was shooting through the streets of Las Vegas in his sports car as if he were trying to win a race, Anna somehow managed to get a reply out through her clenched teeth.
“Which details?”
Cole shifted gears again and knocked the air she’d just sucked in back out of her lungs.
“Most of them. I’d like to get our story straight before we get to the hospital.”
They hit a straightaway and she was finally able to think clearly enough to hear the warning bells clanging in her head. A hundred questions shot through her mind all at once. She started with, “We need a story?”
His face was the picture of innocence—her first clue that something wasn’t right. Until now, Cole had been nothing but wicked. And she’d loved every second of it. Innocence looked all wrong on him.
“My grandmother is from a different generation and I think it might be easier for her to accept our relationship if she thinks it’s more than a quickie Vegas wedding.”
The words quickie Vegas wedding grated at her, made her feel like nothing more than a cheap slut all of a sudden.
“Are you saying you want me to lie to your grandmother?”
A muscle jumped in Cole’s jaw and his hand tightened on the gear shift. “Look, Anna, she’s really sick. Stage four melanoma.”
“Oh, Cole.” Even though what he was saying wasn’t sitting right with her, she had to put her hand over his, had to try to give him comfort.
“She raised me. Took care of me when anyone else would have put themselves first. All she’s ever wanted is for me to be happy. To have a good life.”
“She sounds amazing.”
“She is. That’s why I’ve got to fulfill her dying wish, Anna.”
There was no logical reason for her to feel as if ice had just settled over her heart. Not when she was out in the middle of the desert with a man who had taught her the true meaning of pleasure. All she wanted was to rewind an hour, to go back to being in Cole’s arms beneath the covers.
“What’s her dying wish?”
Cole looked as tense as she’d ever seen him. “Jesus, there’s no good way to say this.” He grimaced, blowing out a hard breath. The muscles along his forearm were taut. “She wanted me to fall in love with a good girl. So I told her that I already did and that I was going to bring you to meet her this morning.”
An icicle speared her chest, going so deep that for a moment she half expected to find blood on her shirt.
Pulling her hand from his, she turned away from him and focused her gaze on the flat road. His words from the night before came back at her: Perfect. My sweet little schoolteacher.
“Oh my God, that’s why you picked me last night.”
“Anna, sweetheart, don’t take it like that.”
She whirled to face him, her seat belt cutting into her skin. “Don’t take it like the truth, you mean? God, I’m so stupid. So unbelievably, idiotically stupid. Of course you wouldn’t have come over to me without an ulterior motive. You could have had anyone in that club.” Her throat swelled, caught on her next words. “But you had to find a good girl for your grandmother—and I was the only one in the room wearing a halo.”
Without warning, Cole drove off the side of the freeway into the dirt, causing a huge dust storm all over his previously shiny car. “Fine, so I picked you out of the crowd because you looked innocent.” He was clearly angry, frustrated. “But that doesn’t change what happened between us last night. That doesn’t change the fact that we can’t keep our hands off each other.”
“Wrong. It changes everything.”
“No. It doesn’t change this.”
He had their seat belts off and his mouth on hers so fast she couldn’t stop her reaction to it, couldn’t stop her tongue from mating with his, couldn’t stop her whimper of desire from sounding into his car.
“Last night you said you didn’t know it could be like this. It isn’t, Anna. Not with anyone else. It’s never been this hot. It’s never been this good. Just with you.”
She had to force herself to push away from his seductive words, from the heat that was wrapping itself around her all over again. The pain of what she’d just learned still spreading through her chest helped.
She’d trusted him.
And he’d betrayed that trust, even when he’d promised not to.
“I want to go get a divorce. Right now.”
A possessive growl rumbled through his chest, reverberating off the walls of the car.
“No.”
“I’m not going with you to meet your grandmother.”
“Like hell you aren’t.”
He moved to turn the key in the ignition, but fury made her faster and she ripped it from beneath his fingertips.
“I thought you were marrying me for me, that I was special in some way!”
His jaw jumped. “Jesus, Anna. I did. You are.”
“No, you didn’t. And I’m not. You picked me out of a crowd and took me to a wedding chapel so that you could give me to your grandmother as some sort of prize. The perfect little schoolteacher on a pedestal.” She didn’t bother to hold back the sarcasm in her words, simply didn’t care anymore.
“I didn’t force you to marry me, Anna.” She started at the sudden change in his voice, from raw and frustrated to coolly calculating. “We’d just met. Barely done anything but kissed.
So tell me, did you marry me for me? Did you marry me because I’m special in some way?” He paused, let his questions sink all the way in. “Or did you marry me for another reason entirely?
Did you marry me because you wanted to put one over on your sisters? Because you were sick and tired of people thinking you didn’t have any guts? Because you hated the fact that you’d never done anything crazy?”
She narrowed her eyes, knowing exactly what he was trying to prove. Well, it wasn’t going to work. He’d hurt her. Badly.
And she wasn’t going to forgive him, even if she already knew she’d never come apart like that in anyone else’s arms.
“Don’t turn my words around on me. You want me to lie to your grandmother. You want me to tell her that we’re in—” She couldn’t say the word, couldn’t bring herself to voice such a huge lie.
Unfortunately, Cole had a scarily one-track mind. “You didn’t want your sisters to meet me, did you? And you were so angry about everyone thinking you were innocent. We both know why you married me, don’t we, Anna? But I’m not angry with you, am I? I’m happy, pleased that we both were able to get what we wanted. And that it was so damn good between us, so much better than I ever thought it could be.”
“Take me back to the hotel.”
“Be reasonable, sweetheart.”
She suddenly hated the sound of the endearment that she’d once loved so much. “Don’t call me that.”
As if she hadn’t said anything, he said, “We both had our reaso
ns for marrying each other.
How about we rejoice over our incredible chemistry instead of splitting hairs over the details?”
She looked at him as if she were seeing him for the very first time. Which, she supposed, she was. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You really think that’s all it’s going to take to get me to stay with you?”
His eyes narrowed. “No, I guess I should have known better. Fine. After we visit my grandmother, I’ll take you to Tiffany and you can pick out anything you want. Money is no object.”
She reeled back as if he’d slapped her. And the truth was, he might as well have for the pain his “offer” had just sent through her.
“I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Jesus, Anna, what am I doing wrong now?”
“You’re an asshole. That’s what’s wrong.” The curse felt strange on her tongue, but there was no other word for Cole, for the way he was behaving, for what he was implying. “But you know what the really amazing thing is?” Steam all but blew out of her ears. “Not that you just treated me like a whore. But that you don’t even seem to realize you’ve done it.”
An instant later, cool calm came over her, sealing her cells from Cole’s heat. And from the pain. She should never have taken a risk with Cole, should never have let him take her to the edge, should never have jumped off while holding his hand.
She’d never make that mistake again.
Never.
In a perfectly rational voice, she said, “I understand if you’d like to see your grandmother this morning. I’ll wait in the car, and when you’re done we can go get a divorce.” She put the key back in the ignition and waited for him to pull on to the road.
The air grew heavy and still as the seconds ticked down in silence. She wouldn’t let herself notice the bright blue sky, the jackrabbit running across the empty road, wouldn’t let herself feel anything at all.
“I’m sorry, Anna.”
She forced herself to shrug as if she didn’t care either way. “Okay.”
It wasn’t, of course. How could it be? But she absolutely refused to break down in Cole’s car. At least not until he went into the hospital to see his grandmother and she was alone, with enough time to repair the damage before he returned.
“No, it isn’t.”
His words were soft and so genuine that they almost scaled the walls around her heart before she could halt their progress.
“You’re right. I’m an asshole. The biggest one on the planet. And I hope one day you’ll forgive me for saying what I said. Especially when I’ve never, not for one second, thought of you that way.” He bit off a curse. “I know that your forgiveness will probably be a long time coming, but my grandmother can’t wait for that.”
She had to close her eyes and tighten her hands into fists if she was to have a prayer of resisting the plea she knew was coming.
“I’ll do anything, grovel any way you want me to, if you’ll just come see my grandmother with me this morning. Please, Anna. Not for me. Not because I deserve it. But because she’s one of the best people I’ve ever known. And because she didn’t deserve to be stuck with a grandkid like me.”
It was his last sentence that broke her.
“I’ll go,” she said. “And then I want a divorce.”
Chapter Eight
“You’re even prettier than I thought you’d be.” Anna was immediately enveloped in Eugenia Taylor’s arms. “Such a beautiful girl for my little boy.”
Thinking that Cole was anything but little—everywhere—Anna blushed and said, “It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. Taylor.” Despite her illness, his grandmother was very pretty, with dark skin and exotic eyes. Anna suddenly had a flash of a baby girl with those same eyes in a tanned face.
No! She was only faking this meeting for his grandmother’s sake and then they were going to get an immediate divorce. What was wrong with her, dreaming of children that looked like Cole’s grandmother?
“We have a surprise for you, Grandma.”
He reached for Anna’s left hand and threaded his fingers through hers so that her diamond ring shone through. Despite everything he’d said to her in the car—despite the way he’d repeatedly hurt her—her body instinctively reacted to the brush of his skin against hers.
“We’re married.”
His grandmother’s eyes flashed. “Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?”
Anna could see where Cole got his fearsome scowl.
“We didn’t plan it. But we just couldn’t wait another day, Grandma.”
His grandmother’s intelligent eyes moved from his face to hers. “Are you pregnant, Anna?”
Anna shook her head so fast the room spun. “No. I couldn’t be.”
“What she means,” Cole said quickly, “is that we both wanted to make our union legal before we started our family.”
Anna could barely swallow the bile rising into her throat at the lies he was spinning out one after another to this wonderful woman in the hospital bed. God, if she’d only known how good he was at lying when she’d met him, she never would have married him.
At least, that’s what she tried to convince herself.
Because the alternative—that she wouldn’t have been able to resist him, no matter what
—wasn’t something she wanted to believe about herself.
“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Anna tried not to flinch at the endearment. “Yes. Right.” She forced something she hoped resembled a smile.
His grandmother’s eyes narrowed slightly, but then she smiled. “I want to hear everything. How did you meet? When did you know that you were meant to be together forever?”
Anna swallowed hard at forever. Cole was a heck of a lot better at lying that she was. She didn’t dare respond first.
“I saw her across a crowded room.”
Well, that much was true. Anna barely held back a snort.
“She had the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. The same blue-green as the ocean.”
Anna couldn’t stop herself from looking at him, then.
“But so much prettier. I knew right then and there that I wanted to marry her.”
Cole's grandmother sighed with pleasure. “How lovely.”
Anna silently cursed herself for falling under his spell again. He was too good at this, too good at making it all sound so romantic.
“Our first kiss sealed the deal.”
His grandmother raised an eyebrow. “Is that so, Anna?”
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, unable to deny it, but not wanting to confirm it either, Anna simply said, “Your grandson is very persuasive.”
Especially, she thought with a flush she couldn’t contain, when her wrists and ankles had been bound and he’d been driving her wild with more pleasure than she’d ever thought she could feel.
“Tell me about yourself, honey.”
Anna could almost feel Cole’s silent sigh of relief that his grandmother had bought his story and was moving on. Barely restraining herself from elbowing him in the ribs simply for the pleasure it would bring her to hear him grunt in pain—but that would be immature and she was never immature—she said, “I’m a first-grade teacher.”
“Isn’t that perfect, Grandma?”
There was no helping it. Anna’s eyes rolled. And she snorted aloud. And she said, “I hate it when you say that. Like I’m some sort of prize instead of a flesh-and-blood person.”
“That’s right, honey, he needs someone to give him hell. Women have been coddling him for too long, giving him everything he wants. You tell him.”
Anna’s eyes widened at his grandmother’s approval and she quickly said, “I’m one of five girls.”
His grandmother’s smile nearly broke her heart. “I wish I could see Cole surrounded by little girls.” Anna found herself blinking back tears as Eugenia turned to him. “I always knew you’d be a wonderful husband and father. The very best, just like your grandfather. Just like your father w
as before the accident.”
And in that moment, as Cole’s mouth tightened in pain, as sorrow filled his eyes, it didn’t matter what he’d said to her in the car. It didn’t matter that he’d lied to her every moment since they’d met.
All that mattered was comforting him.
She brushed his jaw with the fingertips of her free hand and he turned into it just enough that she could feel the pressure of his cheek against her palm.
“I’ll take care of him for you.”
The promise left her lips before she could stop it, before she’d even known it was on its way.
His grandmother put her hand on top of their entwined fingers. “Thank you for loving my baby, Anna. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
* * *
“Oh God, I shouldn’t have done that.” Anna wrapped her arms around her waist. She felt nauseated. Dizzy with remorse. “Your grandmother didn’t deserve any of those lies, but especially mine.” Cole pulled her out of the hallway and in through the nearest door, a linen supply closet.
“You did a good thing, Anna. You made her happy. Just like I knew you would.”
“But none of it was true.”
“All of it is true.”
“You just twisted your story to fit the situation.”
“Damn it, Anna, I did see you across a crowded room. You do have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. And we really are married.”
And she supposed he was right, all of those things were true. Especially since not once had he mentioned love anywhere in there, not to her, not to his grandmother.
So, then, why was she still stupid enough to long so desperately for his love?
“I can’t do that again, Cole. I can’t stand pretending to be someone I’m not.” She hugged herself tighter. “I made good on my side of the deal. Now it’s time to make good on yours.” She lifted her gaze to his and held it. “I want a divorce. Today.”
“What if my grandmother finds out?”
Anna shook her head. “No one knows we’re married, so no one will know we got a divorce. I’m sorry. I know how hard it must be for you, but I can’t keep bending my moral code for you.”
