He looks at me then, and it takes all my willpower not to drag him upstairs like a caveman.
Cole shuts the bedroom door,his eyes taking me in with an intensity I feel to my core, but for once, I don’t have sex on my brain.
Well, that’s a lie.
I always want to fuck, but I actually have something else in mind.
“What are you doing?” Cole asks when I hold my hand out.
“Don’t you trust me?”
He flips the lock, the sound whispering filth to my dick, and then he walks up to me where I wait by his bed with slow, purposeful steps. “That’s a very loaded question.”
I drop my gaze to the outline of his hard dick inside his shorts. “It’s a yes or no question. Don’t overthink it.”
He smirks, hiking a brow. “It depends.”
“On what?”
“On what you have in mind.”
“Take my hand and you’ll see.”
Slowing to a stop in front of me, he slides his hand from his pocket and lets it hover above mine.
“What scares you, Cole?”
He finally trails his calloused finger across my palm, tracing the lines with his warm touch before entwining them with mine. “Nothing anymore.”
A smile spreads across my lips, and I kiss his knuckles.
“What are you doing?” he asks when I release him and disappear beneath his bed. His socked feet shuffle closer, and then he kneels and peeks at me.
“Join me.”
The corners of his lips twitch. “Why are you under my bed?”
“Stop asking questions and join me.”
“Fine…” he grumbles. “Bossy.”
I scoot over to make room for him when he slides underneath the slats. There’s almost no space for two grown men, but I doubt Cole cares. I know I don’t.
“This is the first place you let me in.”
Cole stares up at the slats before he turns his head and searches my face. “What are you scared of, Blaise?”
I ease up his T-shirt and trace his scarring with a featherlight touch. “I’m scared to wake up and learn that our happy ending was only a dream.” My fingers brush through his happy trail, and I smile when he shivers.
A sharp V points the way to Cole’s cock, like a dangling carrot. While I’m not a reindeer, I still deserve a fucking medal for resisting the strong urge to pull out his cock and suck the soul from his body.
“Do you think Jackson will leave us alone now?” I ask.
Cole’s brow furrows. “You don’t have to worry about him. That shit is over.”
“And Allie?”
“Are you jealous?” he asks teasingly, looking pleased and a little smug. It takes a Herculean effort not to take the bait. Instead, I shift over onto my side, cursing the small space. My shoulder squishes against the slats, which is fucking uncomfortable, but it’s worth it to be here in Cole’s safe space.
