As long as I did as he asked, he clapped me on the back in passing. If I disobeyed him, he gave me the cold shoulder.
Instead of answering Cole’s question, I do what I do best. I distract him with a blinding smile before rising to my feet and pulling my T-shirt over the back of my head.
Cole catches it mid-air when I toss it at him. “What are you doing?”
Unbuckling my belt, I pull down my zipper. Cole’s eyes widen, and he whips his head around to scan the beach.
“There’s no one here,” I say, stepping out of my jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going for a swim.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but snaps it shut as I hook my thumbs in my boxers. My cock springs free, and the knowledge that someone could come walking through the opening in the cliffs quickens my heartbeat. “Do you like what you see,princess?”
His eyes fly up to my face, and he growls, making me laugh. I kick off my boxers, cup my junk, and look at him from beneath my dark lashes. “First to the water wins a blowjob.”
“Oi!” he shouts, shooting to his feet when I run for the water. “You fucking cheat, I’m still clothed.”
“Tough luck,princess.”
Kicking up sand, I’m just about to enter the cold water, when Cole darts past me fully dressed, not giving a shit about soaking his clothes. He dives into the waves as I come to a skidding halt ankle-deep. His head pops up, and he spits out water and whips his wet hair out of his eyes. “What are you waiting for, princess?” he calls out, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Looks like you owe me a blowjob, after all.”
I raise a brow as laughter rumbles in my chest.
If this is what happiness feels like, I want more.
Cole curls a finger at me. “Come here.”
Wading into the water, I allow myself to be called forward by the darkening look in his eyes, knowing far too well that at some point, my lies will blow up in my face. Secrets can only stay buried in the murky waters for so long, but who can deny the siren’s call when he’s smirking like my tailor-made devil?
Blaise sleeps on my chest, his legs tangled in mine. Soft, slow breaths fall from his lips, and his hair goes in all directions.
He went out with his friends last night and woke me up by sliding under my covers, still fully clothed, and passed out before I could even ask him what he was doing. Like it was normal to just…sleep beside each other.
I like it.
I shouldn’t like it.
Because our parents are married. And when they find out—ifthey find out—shit will hit the fan. I’ll get the blame. I manipulated him, coerced him into bed with me. I forced myself on him. The big brother who was supposed to protect him, preferred to chase him through the woods and make him submit, at the same time as doing this…
His arms are wrapped around my body while I run my fingers through his sweaty hair. The scent of him keeps me in place. Feeling him against me, around me, makes me refuse to get up and take a piss or decide to make breakfast again.
I told him the minor details about my life before meeting him. I even showed him the shitty house I grew up in, and hedidn’t grimace or judge or run away from me. He took me to his safe place, kissed me in the sea, and then we stayed on the beach until the sun dropped into darkness.
I came back to loads of missed calls from my mom, telling me they’re staying at their hotel for a few more days and to make sure I tidy my room, do my laundry, make things right with Allie—which I definitely won’t—and to ensure Blaise gets to college and practice on time.
I think she forgets I’m only twenty.
As if he’s not eighteen and waking up in my arms.
He lifts his head a little, blinking up at me, then groans and buries his head back down into my chest. “It’s too early for you to be looking at me like that.”
I snort. “It’s one in the afternoon.”
He groans again. Then falls back to sleep.
I don’t realize I fall back to sleep too until I blink awake and I’m pinned beneath Blaise’s large, muscular body. His thigh is between mine, chest to chest, with his face pressed to my throat.
