Page 54 of The Pact

Taking him into my mouth, I smile at his slight gasp. I push him in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the feel of him filling me. And I don’t stop until he’s all the way in, then relax my throat so he can go a little deeper.

“Thea,” he whimpers.

I work my hand over him, stroking upwards, while my mouth slides down over the top of him. Finding the perfect rhythm, I squeeze and pump and suck until Cole is panting and muttering curses.

I feel it before he tells me. His cock swells against my grip and his muscles tighten. “Fuck, Thea, I’m going to come.” I know he tells me because he’s giving me the control of deciding where it happens.

My mouth doesn’t move from him as I keep my rhythm, then his hips are bucking forward and warmth is spilling down my throat and over my tongue.

His cock twitches as he comes down from the waves of pleasure. I sit back on my legs, swallowing him and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

When Cole comes back to reality, he leans forward, taking my face in his hands, and kisses me deeply. It’s a surprise, not many men would do something like that after he came in my mouth. It’s so fucking hot that he doesn’t care.

20

THEA

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” I’m stringing along the curses as I throw my things into my new satchel. Cole had been keeping it in his trunk for when he saw me next. When he gave it to me last night, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. As much as I hate that the gift might have been to smooth over the information about the pact, I really love the bag and I’m happy he insisted on me taking it.

I look around for my keys and my phone. “Where is—” I grab my phone from the couch. “There you are.” I slide my foot into my sneaker, hopping around as I pull it on. Then do it again with the other foot. I spot my keys on the kitchen counter.

I stayed up entirely too late with Cole. It was worth it, but I’m dragging today. The meeting with the realtor is in twenty minutes and if I’m late, Cass might actually kill me. She emphasized that both she and the realtor have appointments right after, so we need to be on time to see the property once more before we put in our offer.

Jumping into my truck, I buckle the seat belt and turn the engine over. Except it doesn’t. I try again. Nothing. I smack the steering wheel. Of all the days this could happen, why today?

Thankfully, Cassie got a new phone and I hope I can catch her before she gets all the way there. It rings three times before she answers.

“Hey, tell me you haven’t gotten there yet.” I hold my breath, waiting for her answer.

“Why?” she groans.

I let out a sigh. “My truck won’t start. I’m not going to make it. Are you still close enough that you can pick me up?”

“No, I’m already half way there. You should have been on the road ten minutes ago.” I can hear the annoyance in her voice. I can’t fault her for it. If I would’ve been better prepared, I could have called her to pick me up. “I’ll call Tracy and reschedule.”

I apologize three times. Still, I don’t think it makes a difference. Cassie is a stickler about planning her day. Any deviation can throw her into a funk. I’ve given up any hope of that changing. We complement each other in a lot of ways because of our differences, but it can also be a source of tension between us.

Resting my head against the seat, I take a few deep breaths, trying to compose myself. I need to get my truck towed to a mechanic. I’m sure there’s a few around Willow Hill, but I know all too well as a woman that how I’m treated will be very different from how a man might be. I need someone who won’t try to overcharge me or point out a dozen other problems that aren’t a priority for me right now.

Cole hasn’t replied to my text from earlier, probably busy with the morning rush, so I head over to the bakery on foot. I’m sure that he can point me in the right direction. When I get there, one of the girls behind the counter tells me he’s off for the day.

Seconds later, my phone is ringing and his name lights up the screen.

“Hey, I was just about to call you.”

“Oh yeah?” I hear his smile over the phone. “Having a good morning?”

I laugh cynically. “Unfortunately, no. My truck won’t start, so I had to reschedule my meeting with Cassie and the realtor. Tell me you can recommend a decent mechanic.”

“I can. I’ll have him tow your truck to his shop. Is it still at your place? Do you need a ride?”

Cole is sweet. Still, I don’t want him to think he has to solve all of my problems. “Thank you, but you don’t have to do all that. I can call and arrange everything. I appreciate you, though.”

There’s a pause. Something about it makes me nervous. “Love, let me do this for you. Let me make your day easier. I have nothing going on, so you’d really be saving me from boredom.”

A smile breaks out over my face. “Cole—”

“Thea, please…”

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