Page 81 of Don't Puck His Best Friend
He backs me to his bed, and I let him. At the last second, I spin his six-foot three body around and make him sit. Now he’s closer to my height, and my neck isn’t breaking.
He smiles against my lips, pulling me closer. I crawl onto his lap when I start hearing a whiny sound. I keep kissing Cole, and then the whining gets louder.
“Rex,” Cole mutters, and I laugh. “Hold on tight.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He stands like I weigh nothing, and I’m impressed by his strength.
He opens the bedroom door and Rex jumps straight inside. “Come here, boy,” Cole calls out, walking down the hall. “Rex, come on, boy.”
Rex falls right into the trap, trots into the bedroom, and Cole shuts the door.
When we’re back in his bedroom, he drops my back on the bed and observes my face.
“Do you have a problem with whiny dogs?” I tease.
He sits up to look at me. “I can let him in here. He’ll hump your leg before I can.”
I burst out laughing. “You want to hump me?” His face turns bright red, so I grab him. “Do you have a condom?”
“We don’t have to.”
“Yeah?”
He nods. “We have time.”
I grin.
“Why do the real thing when I have this leg?” he jokes, touching my right leg.
I inhale from his touch, and then he starts humping my leg. I throw my head back and laugh, trying to scoot away.
“Cole!” I squeal. “What’re you––”
He pulls me towards him and starts on my left leg. I feel his hard dick this time, and I start aching, but to hide it, I’m laughing so hard that tears prick my eyes.
He stops and kisses me. I give him a few kisses back and then I pull away. “Wait.” I wipe my face, breathless. “You missed a spot.”
He watches me with question marks in his eyes.
I nod, tapping between my legs.
His eyes stare at my center for a moment and then flick up to mine. “You mean this?” His whole body hovers over mine as he presses his hips between my legs. A jolt of pleasure courses through me.
I nod quickly as he kisses me. He runs his hands down my body as he presses himself against me. I let out a small moan. He feels so good. I run my hands under his shirt, feeling his firm body.
“Take this off,” I beg.
In one swift motion, it’s off.
“Are you… fricking kidding me?” I scoff, looking at the shape of his body. His broad shoulders, his muscular pecks, and his abs. His V-line is even a muscle. And when I touch it, I tremble.
I take off my shirt to join the club.
He glances down at my chest and says, “Harper.”
I lean back and whisper, “Yeah?”
“I’m giving you one last chance to walk out the door before I make you mine.”
