Page 51 of The Truth of Loving You

I nodded but then shook my head. “I’m not a people person; I don’t drink, and I definitely don’t sing.” I breathed him in, letting his scent wash over me, and like any addict, it instantly calmed me.

“We can go.” Cole enveloped me in his embrace.

“No, I want to try to have a good time. I’m fine; it’s not a big deal.” He’d counteracted all my nerves, so I accentuated my point with a thrust of my hips.

“Do not,” Cole fisted my hair and yanked my head back, “act like your anxiety is nothing. You’re more important than a night out.”

My mind understood Cole’s point, but my body only wanted his. He swore when I whimpered and brushed my erection against his. He ran his nose down the column of my throat.

“You’ve been bad.” He bit the side of my neck as a warning as I tried to speak. “You were flirting in front of me.” My ass cheek received a sharp slap. “Then, you practically announced I’m the best you’ve ever had. What am I going to do with you.” His statement sounded like a promise.

“You are, Cole. The best. Do whatever you want.” I clung to him, craving whatever he wanted from me.

“On your knees and take your shirt off.” Cole fetched my drink and fed it to me so he could drink it, then instructed me to finish the last two sips.

“Such a good, pretty boy.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb, cupping my jaw. “Take my cock out.”

I’d become adept at unclothing him, and his cock bobbed in front of my face in seconds. He used his hand to signal me to open my mouth. I tilted my head up to him and opened my mouth. He dragged his glorious, large cock over my tongue. His pre-cum tasted salty with the promise of ecstasy. My tongue tried to circle his head, but he pulled back, and without another word, ruthlessly fucked my mouth. I refused to let my eyes close. Watching Cole unleash his lust was a privilege. There was an unexpected power in being the one to make Cole drop his unfeeling facade. His pre-cum coated my throat, and I eagerly waited to swallow every last drop he’d give me.

He pulled out of my mouth and squeezed his dick. “Who do you belong to?” His voice sounded rough and ragged.

“You, Cole, I belong to you.” In that moment I was his. I was desperate for his cum and could not imagine being anything but his. Even if he’d never fully be mine.

“You’re mine, and if any other fucker gets near you, they’re going to know you’re mine.” Cole unleashed, spurting all over my chest and shoulders. When he finished, he rubbed the sticky mess into my skin.

I should be angry. His words and actions of literally marking me were so far outside of our agreement. I should feel demeaned. I shouldn’t love it. I shouldn’t want him to do it again. But I did.

“Fucking hell, you liked that didn’t you.” Cole’s spent dick twitched. “You like me coming all over you, so everyone knows you’re mine.”

I did not trust my voice. I also was afraid of what would come out of my mouth if I tried to speak, so I nodded and kept his intense gaze. I did not remind myself that his words were said in the heat of passion. That he didn’t mean them. I forgot to remind myself that Cole wasn’t mine.

“It’s not enough, is it,” he said without question, knowing exactly what I wanted.

His forefinger and middle finger scooped up his cum, and he shoved it into my waiting mouth. I attacked his fingers, licking up every bit that hadn’t already soaked into my skin. He reached for my pants.

I caught his wrist. “I want to wait. I want you to reward me for singing karaoke or punish me if I can’t do it.” Orgasm deprivation was an absolute punishment for me that Cole got off on.

“Are you sure?” Cole searched my eyes.

It was so strange to have someone so in tune with my anxiety and want to make sure I didn’t put myself in a situation that would be too much.

“Unequivocally.”

Chapter twenty-seven

Cole

Shanehaddrainedallthe common sense I’d ever had right out of me. I was acting like a possessive, jealous boyfriend. Shane’s goddamn innocence and inadvertent flirting killed me. All he had to do was stand there and look pretty. He didn’t have to flirt. Men and women flocked to him. My entire body reacted to his claim that he’d choose me, but then he’d brought up our agreement and I hated it.

Causing me to lose my fucking mind and come all over him like a savage animal. And the very worst part, he’d liked it. A lot. I fucking loved it.

Never before had I wished for a real chance. No one else had the empathy to understand my complicated relationship with grief and Paxton. Shane made it easy to want to keep him. To forget my pain and want him all the time.

Shane understood me and what we had was real, no matter how hard we tried to pretend it wasn’t. I’d never met someone so brave with his feelings, and sometimes, I imagined what it would be like to have him in my life.Permanently.

My past hung around my neck like an anchor, and for the first time since Pax died, it didn’t ground me; it threatened to drown me. So I’d taken off my wedding ring, and it had felt cathartic. Only echoes of guilt crept in.

I had stopped fighting my desire for Shane and feeling unworthy. I had to make myself worthy.

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