Hung By the Fire (Evergreen Lake: Under the Mistletoe)

Chapter 15

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COLE

I couldn’t think of any single place I’d rather be than where I was right now. Head buried between Bethany’s thighs, her scent and cries surrounding me, her taste on my tongue.

It was fucking nirvana.

I let my tongue play, circling her clit but never giving her the pressure she craved. We may not have spent a lot of time together that night a week ago, but I was a damn fast learner when it came to giving my woman what she wanted.

There was that damn word again.

Mine.

Just like before, I shoved it to the side. Now was not the time or place for dealing with that.

It was only the time and place for giving her exactly what she wanted. Though I wasn’t above teasing her until we got there. I wanted her writhing, wanted her desperate for what only I could give her.

“You know how delicious you are?” I licked up one side before giving her clit a quick swirl and moving down the other. Her hips moved of their own accord, searching for my touch. My lips. Me.

It did heady things to a man.

“No,” Bethany answered, “tell me.”

“Like the smoothest of whiskeys, sliding over my tongue. You pack a punch that no liquor can match.”

Her next words almost had me coming in my damn jeans. “Show me.”

I swirled my finger through her moisture before lifting it to her mouth. Watching her twirl her tongue around it, tasting herself on me was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. “You like that? You like me showing you what you taste like? What I’m fucking addicted to?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, “I’d like it better on your lips.”

I surged upward, not needing to be told twice. Crashing my lips against hers, I gave her everything she was asking for and more. Her taste. My taste. My passion. My need. I poured it all out and into that kiss. I don’t know what exactly I was trying to tell her. Hell, I didn’t know what I was saying myself, so I just let nature and desire take over.

Settling my hips against her core, I rocked against her, my cock straining to be closer to her. To be free of the fabric and buried inside of her. It would have its time, but right now, I couldn’t get enough of her mouth. Of the way our tongues tangled and she nipped at my lips as I teased her by retreating. Of the way her hands ran through my hair, over my shoulders, and down my back. I felt the graze of her nails and reveled in the bite, hoping there would be marks for days to come. I’d take every questioning look at the station to have the memory.

Moving from her lips, I traveled down her body again, kissing and licking as I descended. “I didn’t get nearly enough time between those sexy thighs of yours, whiskey girl.” My dick disagreed vehemently, as he wanted his own time there. “You want me back there, sucking you and fingering you until you come all over my face.”

“Dammit, Cole, did you read a romance novel or something? Men talk like this in real life? I thought they were only fictional.”

Rising up, I rocked against her once, twice, and then a third time. “Not a damn thing fictional about me, Bethany.” Her legs wound around me, keeping me positioned against her.

“Tell me where you want me.”

I wanted all of her, but in this moment, I was a fool for her and would do whatever she wanted.

“I want to feel you inside me again. It feels as if it’s been years and a day all at the same time.”

I looked down at her, our gazes colliding. I knew exactly what she meant. Somehow it felt like forever since we last touched. As if lifetimes had been lived in the past week. Yet I still felt her wrapped around me, her panting in my ear as she came, her lips traveling down my chest as if it had been mere minutes ago.

This woman, what she did to me, the way she made me feel, didn’t make any sense, but I couldn’t resist it.

Didn’t even want to try.

Propping my arms on the bed, I bent forward. “Let me go, and I’ll give you everything.”

In an instant, her legs freed me and I moved off her, standing at the side of the bed. Opening the nightstand drawer, I grabbed a few condoms and threw them on the bed.

“Feeling ambitious, are we?”

“More like inspired. You could make a man stay hard for years.”

“Only if it’s you.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but had no idea what to say to her. For the first time ever, the idea that I wanted to be that man, the one in her bed for years, hit me. I stared down at her, not knowing what to say, but knowing I could never be that man, no matter how much, in this moment, I may have wanted to. Whether it was the sex or finally having someone around, I don’t know.

I just knew it wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

“Don’t make me wait, Cole. I want you.”

Her words snapped me back to the present, to what I should be focusing on. Emotions couldn’t be trusted, but sex? Sex definitely could.

I shucked my jeans and boxer briefs off my legs, all the while conscious of Bethany’s gaze on me. “Like what you see?”

She licked her lips, and my cock jumped in response.

“You know I do.” She glanced up at me from beneath lowered lashes. “I like what you do even more.”

It was time to get this train back on the track I was a hell of a lot more used to. I grabbed her ankles and pushed her back up the bed, her dark hair fanning out on my pillows. Placing a knee on the bed, I crawled up, lowering myself once again between her thighs. “You’ll get what you want, but not until you give me what I want.” Pressing my face between her legs again, I licked and sucked at her, flicking my tongue over her clit again and again, just the way I learned she loved it. “Come on my face a few times and you can have my cock. I think that’s only fair.”

“Cole,” came out on a keening sound as she bucked into me.

God, I could get lost in this for a damn long time. I let my mouth and tongue dance over her slit, licking up one side and nibbling down the other. When her hips lost the rhythm she’d set and she gripped my hair as if her hands were a vice, I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked.

She screamed her release and tried to buck me off, but I was made of sterner stuff and one was not nearly enough. After about a minute her breathing started to even out again, which was exactly when I went in for round two.

“No, Cole,” she huffed, “I can’t. Not like that again.”

“Fuck yeah, you can,” I countered. “Give me another and then you can have me slide into that tight pussy of yours.”

I went back to giving that pretty little nub all my attention, but decided to up the ante. I circled her opening with one finger, slowly pushing in. It gripped me hard, and I could barely wait to repeat the experience of a few nights ago when I felt her walls bear down on my cock. But this time was for her, and even if my dick doubted me at the moment, its time would come.

I plunged a second finger in with the first, pumping in and out, feeling Bethany’s body meet me with every thrust and retreat. It took barely any time for her to go soaring again and I couldn’t deny my name on her mouth as she found her pleasure was a heady ass thing.

Pulling my fingers out of her pussy, I climbed up her body, grabbing a condom as I positioned myself over her. I gave her a minute to attempt to regain her breath as I covered my cock with the latex. The damn thing was hard as iron in my grip and raring to go.

“Look at me.”

Her eyelids fluttered open, and I pinned her with my gaze as I slid inside her. It took every ounce of strength I had, every bit of discipline to not go off like some fucking untried schoolboy. Inhaling sharply, I pushed back the feel of her pussy clamping down, the way she wound her legs around me and dug her heels into my ass.

Bethany slid her hands up my chest to my neck, before pulling me down so we were a hair’s breadth away from each other. “Fuck me, Cole,” she whispered against my lips.

The chain snapped and I was off.

Reckless and harsher than I was planning, I reared back, withdrew, and plunged back inside her. I wasn’t even sure she was along for the ride at the moment, my entire being was so lost in the feel of her. Then she let out a long, low moan and I knew she was as caught up as I was.

“I’ve got you chasing number three, don’t I, baby?”

A grunt was her only answer, but I didn’t even need that. Seeing her face flush in pleasure, hearing her gasps and cries of delight, told me everything I needed to know. I moved faster, my hips finding a pace that somehow she managed to meet. With every thrust, her body bore down and with each retreat I felt as if I lost something vital.

Bethany thrashed her head from side to side as she got nearer. So, I did what any gentleman in my position, and with a lick of sense and intelligence, would do. I balanced over her on one arm and snaked my other hand down her body, letting it come to rest above where we joined. Tracing a circle around her swollen clitoris, still tender from my mouth but so needy in the moment.

I loved watching her breath speed up, until she was just shy of panting. She gripped my waist and hung on as we fought against the oncoming tide. Whether to prolong it or for some other reason, I wasn’t sure.

“Kiss me,” she mewled. “Please.” Her gaze captured mine, and I was helpless to resist.

My lips crashed down on hers, and for a short moment in time, the only thing I had to worry about was making sure the woman in my arms, in my bed, was taken care of. Was satisfied as only I could see fit. Our tongues danced with each other, and I got lost in the sensation of her mouth melding with mine, her teeth taking small bites from my lips, her tongue tracing and playing with mine. Feelings like I’d never experienced before started to descend on me.

“Close,” Bethany moaned as she dragged her mouth from mine. “So close.”

I was right there along with her. Determined to ensure she scaled the peak first, I sped up my thrusts and the circles I was making around her clitoris. Her knees came up, squeezing my hips so tight I could barely move. I lifted one of my knees just enough to push one of her legs off me, giving me free rein.

Pulling back, I plunged deep, again and again. Her cries music to my ears. When I final pinched down on her clit my name burst from her lips on a scream, and I lost all semblance of self. Rearing back, I fucked into her like my life depended on it. Rhythm became a thing of the past as I fought to get deeper inside, to push myself harder against her.

A familiar pressure started in my lower back, but it had never truly felt like this before. Like I wouldn’t make it through the moment. Like I wouldn’t ever have anything like this again. Like Bethany was the only one who could ever match me like this.

On that thought alone, my body bowed back, and I held myself tight against her, groaning out her name. For seconds I stayed like that, unable to move, not wanting to leave the warmth of her body. The slight gasp of surprise I heard from below me made me think I’d wrung another one out of my girl.

I looked down and a prettier sight I’d never seen. “God, you look gorgeous.”

Bethany inhaled once, then again, trying to find her breath to speak. “I probably look a mess.” A slight grin kicked up her lips. “Or at least well-satisfied.”

“You’re a gorgeous, satisfied mess. How about that?”

She laughed and something shifted inside of me. I wasn’t sure what it was, but something all of a sudden felt different.

I felt different.

Terrified at what that could mean, I did what I was best at. Pushed that shit to the side. There was no place for anything to mess up this moment.

I pulled out of her and leaned down to place a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I’ll be right back.” Making a quick trip to the bathroom, I disposed of the condom and cleaned up before coming back in the room.

I wasn’t sure what I would come back to, but it wasn’t this.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”