Page 95 of The Pact

My sweet Thea surprised me by taking charge. I didn’t think she had it in her. While it turned me on in the moment, I don’t want to make it a regular thing. I love that she’s a little shy. That blush that creeps up onto her pretty cheeks when she’s embarrassed or nervous drives me crazy. Or when those beautiful blue eyes shift away when she’s uncomfortable. I want her like that always.

I arch into her again, impatiently wanting her to wake so I can fuck her. She shifts and burrows in closer.

She might not be awake now, however, I can work her towards it—in my own way. Last night, she told me that she trusts me. Thea wants what I want. This is what I want right now.

Gently, I push her hair to the side to expose her neck. My fingers follow the lines of it over her shoulder and down her arm. She shivers beneath my touch. That’s it, love.

My hand skates over her hip, then I drop to the curve of her ass. Another shiver. Slipping between her legs, I find her perfect pussy. Momentarily, I hesitate, wondering how deep she sleeps. Only one way to find out.

I push my finger into my mouth, knowing she won’t be wet yet. Returning to her, I slide it over her until I find her entrance. Slowly, I slip inside—she squirms under my touch.

My cock is throbbing now, almost painfully. Something about her not being awake for this is doing it for me.

Gently, I move in and out of her. At the same time, I stroke myself, matching the rhythm. This will have me coming in minutes, but I’d much rather finish in her. Where it happens will all depend on if she wakes up or not.

Every few seconds, Thea shifts and adjusts. She might not realize what’s happening, however, her body sure does. My finger is dripping with her arousal. I risk it and add a second one. This time she gasps and I can tell that she’s finally up.

I kiss over her shoulder, helping her along.

Thea groggily turns to look at me, still confused and not realizing that I’m pumping two fingers into her while I get myself off. I watch her face, eager to see that moment of realization appear. Three seconds later, it does.

Her dark brows pop up as her eyes widen. But it’s her full lips parting that really does it for me.

“Cole,” she croaks out. “What—”

“I need you,” I interrupt.

I don’t wait for her to answer. Her body is ready for me. Pulling out my fingers, I slide my eager cock in.

THEA

I grab my phone from the nightstand, terrified I’ll find another text from Gavin, despite blocking him again. It’s dead. Probably for the best.

Rolling onto my back, I feel the aches spreading through my muscles and between my legs. Unsure if they’re from last night or this morning.

I don’t know how I feel about waking up to Cole with his fingers inside of me. Mostly because that text in the middle of the night has me on edge. When I first woke, I thought it was Gavin. That fear was unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Of course, once I realized it was Cole, I relaxed. I guess I should be flattered that he couldn’t keep his hands off of me, but also didn’t want to wake me if I needed the sleep. I went back to bed afterwards and neither of us has mentioned it since I’ve gotten up.

Cole’s showering and I’m bored. I don’t even know what time it is. I’d look out the window, yet honestly, I’m terrified to open the curtains and see my ex. Logically, I know Gavin isn’t out there. But what if he is? A shiver runs down my back.

After sleeping on it, my decision not to tell Cole about the text is solidified. I don’t see any good coming from him knowing. This is my problem to deal with. And by deal with, I mean ignore.

Stretching across the bed, I reach for his phone to check the time.

I swear I don’t mean to see the multiple notifications on his lock screen. My eyes scan them before I can stop them. Some messages from our group chat. Emails. And a text that catches my attention.

Toby: Thx for recommending Cass…she did great!

The screen goes black and I hear the shower cut off. My mind swims with possibilities, although only one makes sense. Cassie is coming home from the festival in Atlanta today. That has to be what it’s about. Did Cole recommend her and not say anything? Why?

Cole opens the door, dressed in yesterday’s clothes, since that’s all we have.

I shower next and pull my dress on, foregoing my underwear—that’s where I draw the line. The entire time I’m in the bathroom, my mind tries to pull apart what reason Cole would have to not tell me that he recommended Cassie for the event. It seems like such an odd thing to not mention.

I wait until we are in the near empty dining room of the inn. The walls are painted sage and trimmed with wood accents. Sconces and chandeliers cast a warm glow that blends with the bright light coming from the windows.

We sit at a small table with two round seated chairs. I pick at the sad bowl of fruit in front of me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize that everything would have gluten. I should have grabbed something for you when I went to get gas earlier.” My brows pop up at his words.

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