Page 28 of Between the Stacks

On the next pump of his hips, I shattered, crying out as gratification spun free. Every inch of me tingled with an amazing warmth, this buzz of pleasure. I floated there, reveling in how good I felt in his arms. Seconds later, he joined me, shouting through his release as he throbbed within me, sparking off mini orgasms. I gasped for breath, holding him tight, not wanting to let him go. How had he known we’d be this combustible together? This compatible? I cradled him to me as we enjoyed the moment while gathering our wits.

Every so often Cole gave a twist of his hips, because we continued to twitch. When he finally pulled out and the water cooled, he kissed me, again. This time light. Filled with emotion and something I didn’t want to dig too deep into. He retreated from the shower then came back and went to work cleaning me up.

We didn’t have to speak. We’d already done that. Our bodies guided us now. Once I was cleaned up, Cole washed up then turned off the water. He grabbed my towels first, treasuring me in those moments like I was a precious gift. Again, I didn’t want to examine those notions or feelings, so I pushed it aside and allowed someone to care for me, instead of the other way around. He guided me to my room then sat me on the bed.

“What do you want to wear?” he murmured, not wanting to break the spell around us.

“Pajamas are cool,” I mumbled. “I’ll probably crash out.”

He nodded. “You need the rest.”

When I was finally dressed, he helped me into bed then said he’d be right back. I was already well on my way to sleep when he came back into the room and slipped into my bed. Cole positioned us so I could lay my head on his chest if I chose to.

Who was I to say no.

With my eyes closed, I laid there listening to the beat of his heart. “Thank you.”

He shook his head. “No way. You never have to thank me for making you feel good. It’s my pleasure giving you orgasms.”

I snorted out a sleepy chuckle. “Why do I have a feeling you’re going to be so damn cocky now since you made me climax?”

I heard not so much as saw the grin on his face when he answered, “Oh, I am definitely using your ability to come on my tongue and dick like anUnoreverse card whenever I need it.”

It appeared I’d unintentionally created a monster.

But who could blame me?

Lyra

Two weeks had passedsince the kiss and having sex with Cole in the shower. It was naïve of me to believe that no one knew. I didn’t talk about it. Scott and Cole, maybe, but I wouldn’t bring it up.

Ever.

A few days after that afternoon, Jonesy had to leave for a trial in New York. He stopped by my room in the wee hours of the morning, when everyone else still slept too... I don’t know what he was thinking. Didn’t really care either. I woke to him pressing a kiss to my forehead. He smelled of expensive cologne and wore a suit that probably cost more than my parents’ little farm. He sat on the bed beside me, giving me a moment to wake up better, before bracing himself over me. His lips brushed mine and the heated pulse of recognition zapped across my skin.

Couldn’t say what possessed us in the heat of an earlier morning moment, but he shifted the covers down, and while defiling my mouth with his naughty tongue, he fingered my pussy until I couldn’t breathe, let alone make a sound. When he cleaned his fingers of my cum, he stared at me with heavy hazel eyes while the spark of my orgasm cascaded over me. The intensity, along with the indolent sensuality of the moment, seared into my mind forever. Yet, it was the words he spokeafterwards that hit the strongest.“The next time you scream for me, you’ll be on my cock, begging for my cum.”

Since then, the achiness never fully went away. Each time I rubbed my clit, trying to ease the arousal consuming my every thought. Let alone the words he whispered in the early morning light.

I suspected Cole and Scott knew Jonesy paid me a visit before he left, maybe Lowe too, but again, no one brought it up. At some point I’d have to say something, right? Tell the guys or Lowe? I wasn’t upset or afraid of Jonesy, quite the opposite. I literally counted the hours before he’d return, because the following day, we’d start the shoot for the movie. To say I was a little nervous was the understatement of the year. I still wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing, but Lowe promised we’d have a script, and it would be simple.

Somehow, choreographing sex scenes didn’t seem simple at all.

A knock came at the connecting door to my room, and I glanced up from the book I’d been reading. Scott peeked his head in. He looked as if he’d been napping. It should be a crime to look that perfectly rumpled and hot. “Hey.” The rough edge to his voice had a pleasant warmth blooming within me. “You busy?”

I shook my head, marking my page before putting the book down. “What’s up?”

“We’re the only ones here right now,” he murmured, stepping into my room, shirtless with his shorts low on his hips. Should be a crime to look that damn good. “I thought we could talk?”

Oh, that kind of sounded ominous. “Uh, sure. About what?”

“The other morning.”

Shit. We hadn’t been as quiet as I thought we had been. “With Jonesy?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Well, this conversation is going swimmingly.” I closed my laptop and put everything to the side then patted the bed beside me. “You know he also kissed me, and no one seemed to have an issue with it.”

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