Page 184 of Unspoken Rules

Cole doesn’t give me time to say anything. He pushes past my lips, going right to the back of my throat. I gag around him, loving it when tears pool in my eyes.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he rasps, using his thumb to wipe a stray tear away. I love how much he pushes my limits.

I want to tell him that if he keeps fucking my throat like this I won’t be able to make any noise. But I really want him to fuck me, so I guess it’s a good thing I can’t say anything. Cole will do what he wants anyway, though, so even if I did speak, it wouldn’t matter. I like that he does. Like that I hardly have to think when we’re in the bedroom—or anywhere else we fuck. It’s a pleasant reprieve for my brain, which is still constantly on the go.

Cole fucks my mouth nice and slow, enjoying it. Savoring it.

A knock on the door startles me and I jerk back, but Cole holds me still, stepping with me so his dick stays in my mouth. I look up at him, panicked, but all he does is smirk down at me.

“Yeah?” he calls out, carefully pulling out of my mouth and sliding back in.

“Where are the spare towels?” Chris asks from outside our bedroom—Cole’s old room.

“Guest room closet,” Cole answers.

More tears fall from my eyes. I can’t breathe. My lungs are burning, my brain panicking. I shove against Cole’s thighs. He glances down at me, giving me a slight shake of his head.

“Thanks,” Chris calls out.

His footsteps sound down the hall and Cole releases me. I suck in a breath. He raises a brow mockingly and steps back.

“Give me your ass, baby.”

I get onto the bed, turning onto all fours so he can fuck me in my favorite position. He hits the best spots like this. Cole fucks me good and hard. I stay as quietly as I can, but when I’m close to coming, it’s impossible. So Cole slaps a hand over my mouth, and I whimper against it as I come. He falls over the edge seconds later with quiet, raspy grunts.

We lie in bed together to catch our breaths. I’m sure he’ll usher me into the shower very soon. It’s always what he does after he fucks me.

The last year has been pretty crazy, but things are finally settling down.

After doing the long distance relationship thing for six months—which was fucking torture—there was a promotional opportunity at my company at the location back in Beaumonte. I went for it and got it. It made everything so much easier for us now that I’m back in Oregon. I miss being in Boston sometimes, but I’m glad to be here with Cole. To finally start our life together with nothing in the way. Not distance. Not someone.

Chris and Mila live together up in Seattle, so they aren’t around much. Mila was offered a job at the Seattle hospital, which she took, considering it was a big pay increase. Chris didn’t hesitate to go with her, considering they were officially in a relationship. One that seems to be going perfectly. He was able to find a job there, which only made the move smarter for both of them. He hadn’t worked since he was fired from the last one right before his accident. They’re visiting us now, a week before Christmas, because it’s the only time they could get a few days off together.

“If we stay in here much longer, they’ll know what we’re doing,” I say, dragging my fingers along Cole’s chest.

Cole chuckles. “They’re adults. I’m sure they know. Besides, what do you think he needed towels for?”

“Uh… to swim?”

“They’re going in the shower together,” Cole mutters. “There weren’t any in his bathroom.”

“No way. Mila would not do that!” I argue.

Cole shakes his head. “You know nothing.”

I roll my eyes, then move on top of him, straddling his waist.

“Are we still going shopping tomorrow?”

He runs his hands up my stomach. “If you can keep your hands off me long enough.”

I gasp. “You’re joking.”

He smirks, and I grip his wrists, pressing them above his head. “You’re the one who can never keep your hands off me.”

Cole thrusts up, digging his semi-hard dick against my ass. “You sure about that?”

“Positive,” I say, then I kiss him.

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