Darkness Before Dawn
him with his middle finger.
As promised, Greg and Becky stay for the rest of the week and even though they got a hotel room, they end up sleeping at our place every night. Aubry and Aimee take the couch in the living room and Greg and Becky take the bed. It almost feels like the sleepover parties we used to have when we were kids. Connor has kept me informed in regards to Dean, telling me that Dean has called every day to check up on me. I've kept conversations about Dean to a minimum because Cole hates him and sometimes I think that I should too, despite the ways he helped me. Connor also says that nobody has heard from Benny, and that is enough to keep me on edge.
I clutch on to the sandals in my hands when the thought that maybe he's keeping tabs on me runs through my mind. Thoughts of his mean snarl, his scarred face, his hateful eyes as he charges toward me while I try to open the iron gate of Alex' house making me cringe.
"Hey," Cole says in a low voice snapping me out of my horrible daydream. I blink away the images running through my mind and I look at him from the floor of my closet.
"Hey," I respond, smiling when I see he's wearing a sleeveless black work out shirt and a pair of Chicago Bulls basketball shorts I'd gotten him last year.
He tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. "You okay?" he asks quietly.
I take a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just sorting through clothes I need to get rid of," I offer.
He nods, seemingly not believing me entirely, but doesn't push me. "Are you going to go pick up those papers from Mark tomorrow?"
"I guess so. Might as well do that since you're going back to work," I respond with a slight shrug.
He strides into the closet and crouches down so that we're at eye level. I focus on the way his basketball shorts ride up his defined golden thighs and raise my eyes back to his when the palm of his hand caresses my cheek softly.
"Talk to me," he whispers, his thumb dropping from my cheek to my bottom lip. "Do you not want me to go back to work?" he asks, his voice still low. My head spinning between the longing in his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the way the pad of his thumb run over my lip.
"You need it," I reply breathlessly, my breathing ragged.
He shakes his head slowly, his gaze dropping to my lips. "I need you," he husks inching his face closer to mine.
"I need you too," I reply, my voice barely a whisper as my heart begins to spike in my chest.
"You sure?" he murmurs with his lips against mine.
I inhale a deep breath, the smell of Christmas and Jean Paul cologne invading my senses. "Yes," I rasp.
My eyes flutter closed when his tongue darts out and he licks his lips. I part my lips slightly, letting my tongue meet his in a sensual dance, his deep groan sending a warm hum through me.
"I want you so bad right now," he says hoarsely against my lips, his fingers trailing softly over my shoulders and down my arms making me quiver.
"Nobody's stopping you," I murmur.
He groans dropping his forehead against mine and letting out a breath. "Are you sure you're ready for that?" he asks, his voice strained with need.
"Yes. So ready," I reply, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I'm so glad you said that," he growls against my lips before scooping me up in his arms and walking me to our bed.
He puts me down slowly, his eyes searching mine before running down my body once as he sits beside me and turns his body toward mine. I sit up slowly and peel my shirt off over my head and hear him suck in his breath when he sees my exposed breasts.
Cole squeezes his eyes shut and I wish I didn't still have a bruise over my ribs. And that the stitches on my temple were fully healed and that my skin wasn't as pale as it is.
"Please look at me," I whisper fidgeting with my cotton shorts.
He takes a deep breath and re-opens his eyes, they train on my breasts for a second before he looks back into mine.
The corner of his mouth tilts. "I can't believe you weren't wearing a bra."
I smile back, thankful that he can see past the broken girl that I am. He dips his head and leans into me, taking my mouth in his, igniting the yearning I have for him deep within my core. I shift my body so that he can hover on top of me and grab on to the hem of his shirt, inching it above his stomach. Cole finishes pulling it over his head before taking my shorts off in one swift motion. I splay my hands over his chest and run them down his body, reveling in the way his stomach
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