Page 60 of Shot For Mercy

I’m proud of Cole for not looking for Natasha. I know that was hard for him—especially considering he thinks there’s something between us when there’s not. He doesn’t trust me when I say that, and there’s probably nothing I can do until I tell him everything I’ve been keeping to myself for the past twenty years. It’s hard for me though. It’s probably going to be one of the hardest things I’ve done in my life, and Matteo will never forgive this either. So all in all, I won’t get my son back, no matter what I do. I’m fucked.

When it comes to Cole, though, I know I can make things right. He loves me, and that has to count for something. He will forgive me, he will. And if he doesn’t, I’ll have to make him. He can’t get rid of me now; he’s fucking stuck. I told him forever—and I meant it. Cole is going to be my husband if it’s the last thing I do. I’m thinking of a spring wedding. People might think it’s too soon, but not for me. I already know he’s mine until my last breath. Why the hell should I wait?

Is it crazy that I’m ready to propose? That I bought a ring and hid it in a suit pocket in the closet? I haven’t even told him I love him, but I will. As soon as we make up, I’ll do it. I refuse to sound like I’m manipulating him into forgiving me—so I’ll have to wait whether I want to or not. But I do feel it. I do. This pinching sensation in my chest at the mere thought of losing him over something as stupid as Natasha is making me crazy. I can barely fucking breathe through it.

Cole stirs in my arms, tensing when he feels me spooning him. My arm is still over his waist, and I pull him into me when he tries to scoot away from me. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and inhale deeply, loving his coconut scent. It drives me fucking crazy. Who knew I’d like that? But fuck, I can’t deny that I love it. Everything about him makes me wild.

“Em,” Cole growls. “You have to let me go.”

“Never,” I growl back. He needs to understand he’s fucking stuck with me. He can’t go back on his word, not now, not ever. Nothing will keep me from him—he made me a promise of forever and he better fucking keep it. “You’re mine.”

Cole whimpers in my arms, and I smirk. He might try to act tough, but I know I have him. He’s weak for me, the same way I’m weak for him. I trail my hand up his sculpted chest, then wrap it around his throat tightly. He lets out a gasp, and my cock hardens against his bare ass. He’s such a fucking slut for me, pushing against me, rubbing himself against my erection. My cock slips between his ass cheeks, and I groan, tightening my hand even more. I let go suddenly, and he doesn’t even cough. I wrap my hand around his cock and pump him slowly. He doesn’t stop me; instead, he moans like the whore he is.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whisper against the shell of his ear. I am going to ruin him for everyone else. I’m going to fucking wreck him. “Are you gonna come with just my hand wrapped around your cock?”

Cole moans, but then swats my hand away, flipping over until he’s facing me. We look into each other’s eyes, and I wonder what he sees. Can he see how much I love him? Does he realize it?

This time, he’s the one who grabs my cock, lining the head of it with his. My foreskin goes over his tip, and I groan at the feeling of it. He wraps his hand tightly around it, fucking into it, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. It feels sogood. Cole gets even closer until our lips are brushing, and moans.

“You like that, baby?” Cole asks softly, his hand tightening around us. “You haven’t felt anything yet. Just wait until I come in it.”

“Fuck,” I whimper, and his pupils dilate. “How are you so perfect for me?”

“I was made for you.” He groans, speeding up. My spine tingles with the telltale signs of my impending orgasm, and I press my forehead to his. “I was made to take your cock.”

“Yes.” I moan, and a second later I feel his cum explode onto the head of my cock. It lubes me up, and I fuck into his hand faster. It’s so tight and wet. So good. “Fuck, baby. I—” I moan. “This is way too fucking good.”

“Come for me, Emiliano,” Cole demands. “I want your cum.”

“Oh, fuck.” I moan as my balls rise, and I explode.

“That’s it,” Cole murmurs, letting go of me when my cock stops twitching. “God, I’m so weak for you. It’s not fair.”

There’s a mess between us, on Cole’s hand, on the bed. Neither one of us goes to move instead, we just stare at each other. His pupils are blown, a thin ring of blue surrounding pitch black. I know he feels it, this thing between us. We’re inevitable. After he left last night, I was desperate. It was so unlike me to fall to my knees and cry, but I did it. I thought for sure we were over. Fuck, I’ll admit it to him if it makes him forgive me. I’ve never felt like this before.

“I know you’re mad at me?—”

“Mad is the understatement of the year, Emiliano,” Cole says slowly. “What I feel transcends anger.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. “I’ll do anything for your forgiveness.”

“W-what?” Cole stutters.

“I’ll tell you everything,” I reply. “I have to talk to Matteo first. This involves him, and it wouldn’t be fair if he’s not the first one to find out.”

Cole nods. “Promise you’ll tell me?”

“I swear it,” I say with conviction, and he smiles softly at me, then presses a kiss to my lips. It’s soft, and it’s over way too quickly. “Just please don’t be mad at me. I can’t stand it.”

“Okay.” Cole sighs, and I melt into the mattress with relief. “I forgive you.”

I push him onto his back and get between his legs, uncaring of the mess between us, and press kisses to his face. He cups my cheeks, bringing my lips to his, and I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of it. His lips are so soft, so pouty, so full. I can’t get enough of this.

“We gotta go soon,” Cole says against my mouth. “Andrey is waiting.”

“I’m proud of you,” I tell him, and he stiffens. “You listened, even though you didn’t want to. You followed orders. Now I trust you can be by my side through all of this.”

Cole grins. “Well, I almost fucked up.” He shrugs. “But Luca made me see reason.”

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