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Bobby grinned at the camera. “Came to the rescue, didn’t I?”

Chapter 4

Dana

My tendons felt like they were on fire. Every step, every slam of my feet onto the cement felt like I was going to snap like a twig.

Drew’s little whimpers in his stroller told me I was coming up on time to call the run, but I didn’t feel like I was ready. I still hadn’t run away the incessant thoughts about Cole. I hadn’t dispersed the memories, and it almost felt like to stop would be to let it all flood back in.

I wanted to quit my job. The temptation was nagging at me, scratching at the back of my mind like an incessant cat. Run away and avoid him for as long as I could. But the money was too good, and as much as I loved Lottie and knew I could ask her for anything, I didn’t want to have to. Crawling back to her and asking for a pay raise felt like forfeiting the life I was trying to build for me and my son.

But Cole.

Fucking Cole.

I couldn’t stop the onslaught of the memories from that night.

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The weight of him on top of me had felt like a warmth I didn’t know I needed. His nose pressed against my neck, his lips flush with my skin. I wasn’t sure where he’d gone—if he was lost in his thoughts, if he was just content, or if he had fallen asleep on me. Whatever it was, it didn’t bother me.

I’d dragged my nails across his bare back, over the ripples of muscle and bone, up to the base of his neck. Something about it felt so easy, so natural, in a way I hadn’t exactly experienced before.

We hadn’t seen each other in months. That first date had gone amazingly, but we were both busy, and I had a million things to help Lottie with after her father passed and a thousand things to do in my own life before I could genuinely think about a relationship. But when Lottie told me she’d invited him to the wedding… well, I didn’t stand a chance. Might as well embrace it, I’d told myself.

The inevitability of Lottie’s irritation with me for seeing him was a contributing factor in my hesitation, as well. We’d grown so close while we were in Hawaii. I’d been there on a work deal, learning the ropes with the lead stable hand, and she’d come in a month after me. We’d clicked instantly, even to the point of her insisting on hiring me when she landed the job managing the breeding side of her future husband’s business. But Cole was her late father’s client, and after the chaos they’d gone through with losing him, and the whispers of infidelity and womanizing tendencies being passed down to her from her dad, I knew she’d be mad at me. But Cole had been right—ultimately, she’d ended up with the same sort of person.

“Cole,” I’d said softly, my impatience for more getting the better of me.

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to… you know,” I’d laughed. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting the swirling seas of his. “You’re not doing anything.”

“I’m just taking you in,” he'd said, a little smirk spreading across his lips. “And imagining all the ways I'm going to make you scream.”

I’d felt my cheeks flush as I lifted my hips just a little. Anything for friction, anything for attention in the place I needed it most. I already knew he could deliver; he’d worked his magic with his hands on the first date.

A shift had happened in him then. His lips met mine again, igniting a fire in my gut that traveled south and pooled into my panties. The way his hands moved was almost carnal as he quickly and deftly unlatched my bra, pulling it off my chest in one quick motion and leaving me bare. The cool air only briefly kissed against my skin before his chest was pressed to mine, the small tuft of hair rubbing against my nipples. I’d moaned into his mouth.

His hands wandered lower at the same time as mine. I found his belt as he found the band of my underwear, his fingers teasing the hemline and threatening to pull them down. I wanted him to. God, I fucking wanted him.

I’d lifted my hips, giving him clearance to tug them over my ass, and soon those were gone too. The pads of his fingers had slid between my parted thighs, coating themselves in what he’d ignited, and before I could even think straight they were inside of me.

“Oh my god,” I’d gulped, barely able to form a coherent thought as he moved inside of me so perfectly. He curled his fingers, flexed them, fucked me with them as his thumb thrummed precisely against my clit. I’d lost track of my hands—shit, what were they doing?—and instead, found them covering my mouth, my eyes, pulling at my hair. He’d had his fingers in me no more than a minute before I felt my need for release building.

“So fucking eager for me,” he’d muttered, his free hand tugging at his belt and slinging it off. “And so goddamn pretty when you get so flustered. Tell me, Dana, does this feel good? Is this what you wanted?”

“Fuck, yes,” I’d cried. My back began to arch, my hands fisting into the sheets. Why was this so easy? Why was I so comfortable? Nine times out of ten, I was lucky if I came once with a man, but that, that time with him was so different…

My release had ripped through me, nearly splitting me in half as I shook and clenched onto his hand. He’d dragged me through it, forcing me through every ripple of excruciating pleasure as if it fueled him, and by the time I’d come back down from whatever plane of existence I’d ascended to, his slacks were out of sight and all that stood between us was an inch of air.

I could still feel the gulp I’d made.

He was big. Bigger than any man I’d ever been with before. It was almost comical how well-endowed he was in comparison to the other men I’d been with. I wondered if he tanned naked, it was warm in color like the rest of his skin, but deeper at the tip with a hint of reds and purples as it dripped precum. Little veins crept up the edges, the base neatly trimmed and groomed, but that fucking girth…

“Like what you see?” He’d laughed, his irises blowing so wide I could barely see the ring of green around them. I’d nodded. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, baby.”

His head had pressed up against my entrance, steady yet a little demanding. He’d blinked, his vision lost for a moment, roaming across my bare body beneath him. But then his hands had wrapped around my hips and pulled me onto him, sinking into me far too easily for his size, splitting me in two.

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