Page 46 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Fuck, baby. God, this pussy is so fucking good.” Cole slammed into me three more times as I tried not to lose my mind from the pleasure. His cock twitched, his body tensing, as he came deep inside me.
He finally slowed to a stop, breathless, and stared down at me.
“I like practicing,” he said, smiling at me.
“Mm, me, too.” I raked my fingers through his hair, making him practically purr against me. All we’d been doing since we got here was practice for making a baby.
“I bet you’re sore,” he murmured, giving me a fond smile.
I winced and nodded. “I am.”
“Tell me I have a big cock and maybe I’ll give you a break.”
I let out a soft laugh. “You know you’re big, Cole.”
“Doesn’t hurt to hear it.” He nipped my bottom lip.
“You have a big cock. You fuck me so good,” I said, peppering kisses on his lips. “I love coming on your big, thick dick.”
“Fuck, baby, you keep talking to me like that and you’ll make a liar out of me.”
I grinned up at him. “I love you.”
“Fuck, Rosebud, I love you, too. I’m glad we have this time together. It’s nice, isn’t it?”
I nodded, drinking in how handsome and relaxed he seemed to be. It was like he was the old Cole before any of this stuff happened in our lives.
He withdrew from my body and dragged me against him, his arm wrapped tightly around me.
“I wish we could have gone on the trip you planned,” he said wistfully.
I ran my hand lightly along his abs, loving the dips and curves of them. Cole had been working out a lot lately. More than he used to. I figured it had something to do with the need for being strong, just in case he had to fight. Enzo worked out with him. Of course, Fox was always in the gym. Ethan tried to avoid doing it. He often told me he hated cardio unless it was with me, although he seemed to be OK with lifting weights.
“We can go maybe after we settle in when I get back with Enzo,” I murmured.
Cole kissed the top of my head. I didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling.
We were quiet for a long time after that before he broke the silence.
“I really am sorry about that whole gun and Anson thing.”
I didn’t say anything, opting to continue tracing his muscles. I didn’t like that Cole resorted to violence instead of just thinking things through, but I didn’t want to argue with him.
“The good news in all of this is he probably won’t be around for a while, so we’ll both get the chance to cool down, what with him getting married and all that.”
I froze at his words before shifting over and looking at him.
“What?”
He crinkled his brows at me. “He didn’t tell you? I thought you guys texted all the time.”
“No. What?” I was confused. Anson and I hadn’t really talked much since everything happened. After the club incident, our friendship had cooled off substantially. The gun situation had dropped ice cubes on it.
“I-I honestly didn’t know he didn’t tell you. I thought you just didn’t want to talk about it?—”
“If you thought that, then why are we talking about it?” I sat up, sick to my stomach.
“Rosebud, baby, I don’t want to fight. I’m an idiot.”
