Page 34 of Raise Up, Heart
He closes the door to his office and sits down at his desk. He can shift most of this work to Michael. There are only a few things that require his absolute attention, and he finishes them in a hurry, with very little idea of if he even did them right. He hopes so.
He finds the number easily enough. He programmed it into his cell phone ages ago, but he’s never once used it. He doesn’t hesitate as he presses the call button, though. Twelve and a half years of silence on his part, and he’ll break it without a second thought now.
There are two people in his life who can help him. Two people with the power to make this happen. But his mom would never keep her mouth shut, and not because she wouldn’t want to help him, but her desire to get back in Rosanna’s good graces would end with her spilling everything. There was no telling what the consequences might be. Cole can’t risk it.
Grandpa, though. Grandpa owes him. And what he owes can’t be paid in the form of a trucking company. Cole’s not even sure thatthiswill make up for what Grandpa’s done, but he has no doubt that Grandpa will jump through these hoops for him. And if that means playing nice with his criminal relative, then so be it. He does what he has to do.
“Hi, yes, this is Cole Hart,” Cole says. “I need to speak to the warden immediately concerning my grandfather, Joey Hart.”
It’s amazing whatsome money and an entitled tone of voice can get a person. Cole’s surprised that they’re willing to allow him access to Grandpa the very next day, and that it only costs him twelve grand to get them to agree to give him and Grandpa one hour of unsupervised time, during which Grandpa will be allowed to place several unmonitored telephone calls on Cole’s cell phone.
He’s done all that he can do today, and he leaves his office, waving at Michael before walking out.
“Sure, boss! Don’t worry about me,” Michael yells after him. “I’ll just be here slaving away alone, just me and my sexy work ethic!”
Cole snorts and laughs, shaking his head as the glass front doors close behind him, the names of Appalachian Rainbows and Hardiest Hearts emblazoned in the frosted glass.
Cole’s twitching now, like he’s going through withdrawals. He takes out his cell phone, though, before he pulls out of the parking lot and calls his sister. “Rosanna, hey. I’ll be at my friend’s house tonight. No—you don’t get to know his name. I appreciate that you’re worried, but I’m fine. I love you. Bye.” She’s still talking as he hangs up on her.
“Okay,” he says, grounding himself by touching the stone in his coat pocket. He drives toward the cabin, his cock getting harder the closer he gets, and his heart pounding in his chest.
Oh God, what if Damon’s not there?
You’ve been pacingthe house since Cole left. There should be a track worn into the floor from all of your walking. There are times when you feel like he’s too far away, and you walk out of the cabin to stand in the drive, trying to get closer to him in town, and then it eases and you go back inside, breathing through the need to be near him.
You don’t like this. It’s taking him far too long. You roll your eyes at yourself. This is not who you are, not how you operate, and yet now that you’ve held him in your arms, you really can’t cope with him being out of them. You pinch the bridge of your nose and shake your head. This is not what you bargained for when you started dating him after that fateful Halloween party, and that makes you laugh pretty hard becauseall of thisis so far outside of what you bargained for when you slapped on that nametag as your costume that it has to be funny or else…yeah.
You open the door and lean against the frame when you hear his car in the drive. Cole’s climbs out, slams the door, and runs toward you. You don’t move, feeling the space between you closing with each step, and the rightness of it, the jittery feeling under your skin disappearing as he gets near, and the solid, perfection of him kissing you, pushing you backwards into the house, pawing at your shirt, and your pants, trying to get you naked before he’s even said hi.
“I take it you missed me,” you say when he gives up your mouth to bite along the side of your neck. You work to open the buttons on his shirt. It’s a different one from last night. He must have picked up a change of clothes from his house.
“Mmm,” Cole says against your throat before pushing your pants down and collapsing to his knees.
“Oh, hell,” you mutter as he sucks your cock in deep and fast, and your hands clench in his hair. “Tell me you brought condoms.”
He waves toward a brown paper bag that he dropped when he came in, but he doesn’t pull off your cock, sucking hard, taking it as deep into his throat as he can manage for a novice. His eyes fall closed, and his lashes lay against his cheeks. His face flushes as he works to unbutton his own pants, shoving them down so that his cock bobs free. You want to do something about it, it’s hanging there looking delicious, but then he grabs your ass and pulls you in closer. He sucks faster, and you feel like you might ignite, wanting more of him.
You grunt as your cock hits his soft palette and he chokes, pulling back to dive back down, saliva gushing over your balls as he does. He’s so hungry for you, and you throw your head back. It’s so good, it’s nothing you’ll ever be willing to give up now that you’ve had it, and you’re glad that he doesn’t know the things you’re thinking; the guilt is gone. You don’t feel like a monster, and, all of it—the struggle, the horror, the consequences—is worth it for this. For Cole on his knees with this red, slick, hot mouth on your cock, and your legs shaking as the pleasure arcs through your body.Yourbody. It’syours. For him.
Cole’s worms a finger in between your ass cheeks, and you spread your feet apart more, letting him in. He grunts around your cock as he pushes and you bear down, the tip of his finger entering you, rough and dry. He whimpers as he sucks you, holding his finger just inside your ass; his hips hump the air crazily as he shudders and moans. It’s nearly the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, the way he’s giving it up for you, without shame or hesitation, just humping the air like sucking you is going to be enough to get him off.
Seeing that, you’re so close. His dry finger twisting in your ass hurts so fucking good, and he’s so hot, you would love to come right now, come in his mouth and watch him swallow it down, but more than that, you want to fuck him. You jerk his hair hard and pull him off your cock with a loud pop. He stares up at you, wild-eyed, and shaking.
“Get on the bed,” you say, pulling him up with one hand still in his hair and the other tugging at his arm. You push him toward the bedroom. He kicks off his pants and tosses his shirt on the ground as he goes, and you grab the brown bag from the floor, opening the box as you follow.
You stop in the doorway. Your breath catches, and your cock flexes so hard that you grab it, making sure that you don’t lose control now. Cole is ridiculously beautiful. He’s so gorgeous that you feel your asshole clench with longing for him to fuck you, and your cock aches to slam balls deep into him, too. You swallow hard, working on control, because Cole’s on his back and he’snakedfor you. His cock is rosy, thick, and hard, arching up against his stomach, and he pants, bright-eyed, as he watches you cross to him. You throw the box of condoms on the floor by the bed. You rip open the one in your hand, roll it on your cock, and toss the bottle of lube onto the mattress.
Cole’s eyes are hot and desperate, and you don’t wait, grabbing his legs and hefting them up, burying your face in his ass, not giving him any time to adjust, just going right to his hole, sucking and biting. He jerks and cries out in surprise. You lick some more, wrapping your arms around his legs, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed so you can get in easier. He’s making sounds that you’ve not heard him make yet, and your cockachesto be in there, to be in the sweet, hot place you’re eating. He’s so tight. So fucking gorgeous. You want him so badly, and this feels right. So right. This is probably the rightest thing you can remember doing since you died, and possibly ever in your entire life before that.
You spit on his asshole and press a finger in. He’s tight. Damn tight. And you want to make sure you don’t hurt him. It’sCole, and you know he’s never done this. You’re on edge, wanting to shove into him fast and hard, but you work your finger into his hot, tight hole, taking your time. You lick all around, making it wet and slick, and then pull your finger out to kiss and suck some more.
Cole’s legs are shaking hard, and he’s curling up off the bed as he moans and whimpers, but you shove his legs toward his ears until he falls back against the mattress, and you go back to work.
Eating his ass is the most rewarding thing you’ve ever done, more rewarding even than getting him off, because you can tell, youknow, that he never knew this sensation before. He’s sobbing and twisting, and it takes all of your strength to hold him down as you press your tongue in, feeling his hole twitch against your mouth. He’swild, begging you, tugging at your hair, and you let him pull all he wants. You lick and suck, getting him slippery and wet. It tastes intimate and intense, and you want to share it with him, to push up and kiss his mouth, but you can’t make yourself move away from his ass; it’s good, perfect, right. He says your name in all kinds of ways: pleas of want, lust, need, and fear. He’s overwhelmed, and you want that. You want to own him this way.
Cole’s balls are tight, and his breath is coming in hitching, halting gasps. You think he might come from this, and you need more. You need to push inside him, to claim the space that’s yours. You pull away, and he keens, wanting you back. You smirk, jerk him back to the edge of the bed so that it will be easier, and plunge two spit-slick fingers into his ass, watching as he gasps and stares at you wild-eyed and desperate. As you fuck your fingers into him, you manage to open the bottle of lube with your other hand and douse your cock with it.
“I can’t wait,” you say.
