Page 127 of Unspoken Rules

“You’re going to kill me,” I pant. My body is jelly, and I can’t move even though the floor is cold and uncomfortable.

Orgasm number three took place on the kitchen counter. The fourth one was on the couch. But then we somehow moved to the floor and there was number five.

“Death by orgasm is the way to go.” He kisses me quickly and gets to his feet.

“What about you?” I ask.

“This is your day. You wanna return the favor? Wait for my birthday.”

“That’s like… five months away.”

“Then you have plenty of time to practice.” He winks, and I don’t miss how he’s hard in his pants. I want to go after him and make him come too, but I seriously can’t move. I may actually panic because what if he paralyzed me? Is that possible? A moment later, he’s tossing my sweat pants at me. “Get dressed so you can get your actual gift.”

I was supposed to get it after orgasm number four, but five came on so suddenly there wasn’t any time.

“Why do I need to be dressed?” I ask.

He smirks down at me, shoving his hands into his joggers. “Just put them on and get up.”

I wiggle into them while on the floor because I’m convinced if I try to do it while standing, I’ll fall over. Once I’m up on my feet, Cole takes my hand. I narrow my eyes at him. What the hell is he up to?

“Close your eyes.” When I do, he tugs me after him. My knees shake with each step. The front door opens, there’s warm air on my skin. He pulls me onto the front porch—the cement is rough and cool under my feet. I am so confused about what is going on, but I don’t open my eyes. He pulls me all the way down the steps, making sure I don’t fall. We move across the lawn, and I stop in what I assume is the driveway. He moves behind me, keeps his hands on my hips, then leans forward and whispers, “Open them, baby.”

I open my eyes. And blink. Then I blink again.

I absolutely cannot believe what I am looking at. I can’t breathe. I’m dizzy. I’m going to throw up.

“No,” I say, stepping back.

“Yes.” I hear the smile in his voice. I shake my head, turning toward him. He reaches for me, but I push his hands away. “Everything is already in your name. Registration, insurance. It’s all set for you.”

“No, Cole. It’s too much.”

He’s still smiling, ignoring me.

“Baby—”

“No way.” I whirl around, tugging at my hair as I take it in. “You did not buy me a car!”

He steps beside me, grinning. “I did buy you a car.”

“No.”

“Yes, Bryson,” he says more seriously.

“Cole, no.” I turn to him, putting my hands on his shoulders and meeting his eyes. He looks so damn proud of himself. “This really is too much. I know I say that a lot, because it always feels like that, but this? This?!” I sneak a glance at the car before bringing my eyes back to Cole. “It actually is too much.”

He slides his hand around my waist while the other cups my cheek. He leans in and kisses me. Right here. In his driveway. In front of the house. Where anyone could see.

“Relax, baby. Breathe. It’s not a big deal,” he says when he pulls away, his forehead resting against mine.

Emotion clogs my throat. Tears sting my eyes.

My father hasn’t called me, and I know he won’t, and here Cole is buying me a car.

“It is,” I choke out.

“I already told you I like taking care of you. I want to. I’d do more if you let me.”

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