Page 35 of The Pact

“Shhh. Don’t worry about them,” he reassures. “Let me do this for you.”

I’m about to question what ‘this’ is when his hand pushes under the front of my panties and his flesh meets my most sensitive parts. A gasp escapes me. Partly because this feels so good, but also because it’s been too long since anyone other than myself has touched me there.

Cole’s fingers slide over the length of my pussy, gathering the slickness on his finger before finding my clit. “Cole.” I can barely get his name out and I’m not sure if it’s a plea to stop or to keep going.

In this moment, standing in his kitchen where anyone can walk in, I’m learning something about myself. Maybe it began sinking in after getting caught in the pool, although it’s now that I’m confirming my suspicions. The thought of being found is fueling my desire. He can tell.

“Thea, you’re so fucking wet. Are you turned on knowing that someone could walk in on us?” His finger circles my clit before pressing into it. Instinctively, I push into him, wanting more. “Is that a yes?” I whimper and nod in response.

This side to Cole that emerges when he wants me is vastly different from the Cole I get any other time. The other version of him is caring, thoughtful, attentive. This version is all of those things, however, now there’s also a dark hunger that I can feel in his insistent touches, the scrape of his teeth against my skin, and a huskiness in his voice that calls to deep, primal things within me. He balances both, giving me what I need, exactly when I need it.

Without warning, Cole slips a finger inside of me and pauses. “You feel so fucking good,” he moans against my neck. I can feel his uneven breathing behind me and he takes a moment to compose himself. But I want him now. I need him to give me what I’ve been without for too long. My hand finds his and I nudge him deeper inside me, urging him to continue.

He finds a steady pace, in and out. Then he’s curling his finger while it’s deep inside of me, finding that hidden spot. Each caress sends an electrifying wave of pleasure through me. My legs feel weak and I’m sure he’ll bring me to my knees.

Sensing the effect he’s having on me, his free arm wraps around my waist and holds me in place. “I’ve got you, love.” Suddenly, he’s pushing a second finger in. Cole drives a steady rhythm. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit. It doesn’t take long before I’m near the edge, ready to freefall into bliss.

I tune everything out. All I can hear is my own rapid breathing and breathless pants.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” I can’t answer, too focused on the building pressure. And he knows it. “That’s it. Come for me.”

The encouragement pushes me closer and I can’t help the moans that come next. “I-I’m close…”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The rapping at the front door pushes away the climax I’m chasing. Cole’s fingers continue dipping in and out of me, yet I’m acutely aware that Cassie and Anthony might see us through the glass window in the door. Although our backs are to them, the position looks precarious. Not to mention if we don’t answer the door, one of Cole’s brothers might.

While the idea of getting caught might get me hot, I don’t have any desire to actually be on display for those closest to us.

Knock. Knock.

“Damn it.” Cole curses and removes his fingers gently. He gives my neck a lingering kiss and goes to the door.

I refocus on stirring the sauce, trying to recover from the ache of wanting that has replaced the pleasure. After a few breaths, I turn with a smile on my face to greet my friend and her boyfriend, as if I wasn’t just getting finger fucked moments ago.

13

THEA

I see now why Cole insisted on making so much food. It seems in their house a quiet night with friends doesn’t exist. Damian, Sutton, and Wesley insisted on joining us at the table. Thankfully, Cassie and Anthony didn’t mind.

We barely got a word in at dinner, the guys all laughing and shouting over one another. Even Anthony joined in.

Cassie and I use cleaning up as an excuse to catch up. I’m placing the stack of plates in the sink when she busts me. “You looked awfully flustered when we got here. Everything ok?” My face warms at her question. “Yeah, a lot like that. Cheeks all blushy and darting eyes.”

I can tell her. I’ve told her worse things in the past. She must see the hesitation cross my face because she huddles in close—curiosity and concern make her brows raise and eyes widen.

“You guys interrupted a little… bonding time,” I say, hushed, scanning the room to make sure no one hears us.

Cassie bumps me on the shoulder. “Oh, yeah?” I shoot her a look that tells her to calm down.

“We obviously didn’t get to finish and now I-I’m all—”

“Frustrated,” she finishes for me. I nod. “I don’t think you’ll have to wait too much longer. He couldn’t stop staring at you during dinner.” Cassie winks and starts rinsing the dishes off.

“God, I hope so. The way he touches me… I feel like I’m twenty again, like everything is new and exciting.” I pause mid wiping up the counter and she meets my eyes. “He’s just perfect.”

I know the stupid smile on my face worries her. She’ll think that I’m falling too fast and that I won’t learn from my mistakes. I know because it’s the same fear I have. I’m scared that Cole isn’t as amazing as he seems, however, I’m more scared that he is, because if it’s true, then I know there’s no hope for me.

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