Page 176 of Unspoken Rules

I walk up the few stone steps and pull open the door, the scent of fried food heavy in the air. Without even having to search, I find him like a beacon. Right there, sitting at the bar, his suitcase beside him. I take a breath and move inside. My heart pounds faster, my chest growing warm.

He’s really here.

My feet move on their own until I’m right there. I take the empty seat beside him. The one that looks like it was meant for me.

“You look lonely,” I say, unable to hide my smile.

“I said those exact words to a guy at a bar once,” he says, reaching for his drink.

I roll my lips between my teeth. “Did you?”

He nods, picking up his beer. “Best decision of my life.”

My eyes fall closed as those words sink in.

This is really happening.

“I’d have to agree with you,” I say, opening my eyes to take him in. He’s already staring at me, that heated look in his eyes.

“I won’t leave in the morning this time,” he says huskily.

“I’d kick your ass.”

He chuckles. “I’d love to see you try.”

Cole finishes his drink, putting the glass down on the bar top.

I get to my feet, knowing we’re playing a game here. One we’re both going to win this time.

“Don’t bother getting a room.” I offer him my hand. He smiles as he takes it. “I already have one.”

Chapter Seventy-Three

Bryson

We’re barely through the door before we’re tearing each other’s clothes off. I blindly kick it shut, hoping no one decides to come in because I’m not stopping Cole from kissing me to lock it. If they want to come in and get a free show, be my guest.

Our clothes end up in a trail from the door to my bed, where we fall to it. Me on my back, Cole on top of me, thrusting his erection against mine.

God, how I’ve missed him—missed this. Everything about it. The way he feels against me. The way I feel when I’m with him. He’s like the missing piece. The last thing I need to feel whole.

His mouth moves to my neck, where he sucks and nips at my skin. I drag my fingers down his back, settling on his ass and pulling him into me.

“More,” I breathe out. “I need more.”

He drags his tongue down my chest and sucks on my nipple. I whimper, arching into him.

“You want me to fuck your pretty little ass, Bryson?”

“Fuck yes,” I hiss.

“Show you how much I missed you?”

“Please!”

He pushes up on his hands, reaching between us and grasping our dicks in one hand. He thrusts against me, the velvet hardness of his cock making me crazy.

“Tell me you missed me,” he whispers.

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