Page 102 of Beautiful Secrets
And I’m still gasping through my climax when he grabs my jaw and yanks me forward for a violent kiss.
Slinging an arm around my waist, he pins me down onto his lap as he empties himself deep, deep inside me. I’m a shivering wreck, but he just keeps kissing me, rocking me gently forward and back until I’m barely holding back a sob.
When he finally stops moving and pushes my hair out of my face, my heart sinks right into my toes.
I’ve never seen him stare at me with such awe. Like I drew back the clouds and showed him the sun.
I try and get off him, but he wraps me even tighter in his arms and pulls me close, his dick still deep inside me, and puts his lips on mine.
He kisses me.
Softly.
Gently.
Like he wants this moment to last forever.
And that’s when I realize just how fucked I am.
I am in love with Cole Hendry.
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If I hadn’t been convinced I’d lose my mind being in such close proximity to Mika, I’d have stayed at the picnic spot until this storm blew over. Even my X7’s raised clearance, massive engine and 4x4 suspension are having difficulty keeping us on the road. When we eventually make it back to the freeway, every other car has pulled over and is standing with blinking emergency lights by the shoulder.
Some are muscling through. Guess they’re all just as desperate to get where they need to go.
We’re still over two hours from Dimitri’s estate—and that’s without this fuck-off big storm overhead.
Mika is strapped into the passenger seat. She’s barely moved since we drove away from the picnic spot, except to glance out of the window every now and then.
I can’t quite decide if it’s sadness or frustration in her eyes. Perhaps some of both.
I wrench my eyes away, glare out at the rain again.
I can’t blame her—my mind’s a fucking Picasso painting.
Cole Hendry’s done some fucked up things in his life but that back there, with Mika? It felt every kind of right. And I don’t get why it should.
Chemistry, I guess.
But why does it feel so much more than that? I won’t even pretend for a second I found God back at Blackmoore or anything, but I did discover my psyche was more than just a depressive void waiting for its next dopamine overdose.
Now it seems impossible to forget that, not only do I have emotions, but just how powerful they are.
Emotions I could have done without for the rest of my life.
Especially the ones I feel around Mika.
I didn’t think it was possible, but this storm seems to be getting worse. I’m the only car still moving—everyone else has pulled to the side.
We shouldn’t be out in this. What the fuck was I thinking driving in this weather with a pregnant woman in the car?
Christ, here comes one of those fucking emotions again, masquerading as a hot ache clawing at my chest.
Rage—barely held at bay by the prescription meds pumping through my veins. I’m almost tempted to dry-swallow one of the pills rattling around in the console.
