Page 128 of Unspoken Rules

“I can’t accept this.”

“You can and you will. I can’t just return a car.” He gestures toward it, straightening up.

I lift my head to look at him, narrowing my eyes. I don’t know if that’s true or not. Not a clue how that works. Breaking his stare, I turn my attention to the car. The brand new Camaro. I know they aren’t cheap because they’ve been my favorite car forever. My stomach gets heavy, and I close my eyes, turning into Cole.

“No. No, I can’t.”

“Bryson,” he says more firmly, planting his hands on my shoulders and getting eye level with me. “Look at me.” I bite my lip but force my eyes open, knowing if I don’t, he’ll somehow make me. I find nothing but pure joy in his eyes. “Doing this makes me happy. I like taking care of you. I enjoy buying you things. Do not refuse this gift. Please.”

I take a few breaths, fighting off the panic that’s swirling in my chest. When I feel like I’m not going to pass out, I sneak another glance at the car.

It’s beautiful.

Too much, but beautiful.

I can’t believe this.

“Okay,” I whisper.

Cole pulls me into a hug. “There’s my good boy.”

Chapter Fifty-Three

Bryson

After lunch and another orgasm, we take a nap. Well, I take a nap. When I wake up, Cole isn’t with me, and I assume he didn’t sleep since naps aren’t his thing. Falling asleep with him has become one of my favorite things. I sleep so well lying next to him, buried beneath the blankets with him, enveloped by his warmth and scent.

I lie in his bed, turning over to hug his pillow. No matter how many nights I stay in here, it always smells like him. I swear I could stay here forever and be happy. Don’t remember the last time I spent a night in my room, and it’s okay with me.

A lot of my clothes have moved in here at this point, but a lot of the time I end up wearing his. The lounge clothes anyway. Anything I need for work has to be mine because his don’t fit me right. He’s too big.

The clock says it’s almost four. My body is sore, including my dick. Especially my dick. There is no way he’s making me come again. My poor dick may actually fall off. He’s made his point, broke my record with six orgasms—that’s enough. I can’t handle anymore.

With hesitation, I get out of bed, throw on some sweatpants that I’m not sure are mine, and head downstairs. Cole is in the kitchen making dinner.

I lean in the doorway and watch him. There’s an ache in my chest, but nothing that’s uncomfortable. It’s warm and welcome. I think I’m in love with this man.

Nothing about this realization is shocking to me.

A part of me has always loved him. For everything he’s done for me. But now? How can I not be in love with Cole Harper? He’s perfect beyond words. His beauty is much deeper than his looks. It goes right to his soul, and I feel it. I feel the best parts of him. He makes me feel good about myself. Even when I’m not with him, I’m better.

He makes me okay. Comfortable. Happy. I find things in him I can’t get anywhere else. Like peace.

I walk into the kitchen with a smile on my face and lean against the counter. He smiles over at me.

“How was your nap?”

“Would have been better if I woke up with you.”

“Need more of my dick already, baby?”

I groan, stepping away from him. “I think I’m good for a week.”

He chuckles and moves to the sink to wash the few dishes in there.

“Well, that’s not going to happen.”

“Cole, I cannot come anymore today,” I say sternly.

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