Page 30 of Falling for Cocky Cole
"Bedroom?" he asks between kisses.
I shake my head. "Too far."
He growls, walking me backward until we reach the couch. In one fluid motion, he sits and pulls me onto his lap, our mouths never separating.
My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He's more efficient, sliding his hands under my blouse and up my ribs until he reaches my bra. When his thumbs brush over my nipples through the thin fabric, I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping me.
"Off," Caleb murmurs, tugging at my shirt, and I comply, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. His breathing quickens as he gazes at me, still in my bra but feeling more exposed than I did even in the barn with Cole.
"You're so beautiful, Ivy," he says reverently, reaching behind me to unhook my bra with a dexterity that might make me jealous if I weren't so turned on. The fabric falls away, and my breasts spring free, nipples hardening in the cool air of the living room.
Caleb cups them in his hands, his touch gentle despite the hunger in his eyes. "I couldn't stop thinking about you after seeing you that night at the barn," he admits, his voice rough with desire.
"They're all yours," I whisper, guiding his head down. "Taste them."
He groans, lowering his mouth to take one nipple between his lips. The wet heat of his tongue sends electricity through my body, pooling between my legs. I thread my fingers through his sandy hair, holding him to me as he sucks and teases.
Wanting to give as much as I'm receiving, I slide from his lap to my knees on the floor before him. His eyes darken as I reach for his belt, understanding my intention. I maintain eye contact as I undo his zipper, enjoying the way his breath catches when my fingers brush against the hard length of him through his boxers.
"Naughty girl," he says when I free his cock, wrapping my hand around its impressive girth.
I just smile in response, lowering my head to lick a slow stripe up his shaft. His taste is salt and musk and Caleb, familiar and new all at once. I take him into my mouth inch by inch, my eyes still locked on his, watching the pleasure spread across his features.
"Christ, Ivy," he groans, his hand gentle in my hair.
I'm so focused on the task at hand, on the sounds Caleb makes and the way his thighs tense beneath my palms, that I don't hear the front door open. It's only when Caleb's gaze shifts over my shoulder that I realize we're no longer alone.
Pausing but not pulling away, I turn my head to see Cole standing in the doorway, a bag of ice in one hand, keys in the other. For a heartbeat, none of us moves—a still image of interrupted intimacy.
Then Cole grins, slow and appreciative. "Well, I'm glad you changed your mind."
Caleb's hand strokes my cheek, drawing my attention back to him. "Join us?" he asks his brother, his voice steady despite the flush on his face.
"In just a minute," Cole replies, his eyes never leaving me. "Don't stop on my account."
As Cole moves to put the ice in the kitchen, Caleb gently guides my mouth back to him. "You heard him," he says softly. "Don't stop."
And I don't, my heart racing with the knowledge that Cole will be watching, that this is just the beginning of what promises to be a very memorable night.
17
COLE
Istand in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, transfixed by the sight before me. Ivy, her blonde hair falling around her bare shoulders, kneels between my brother's legs, her mouth working him with an enthusiasm that makes my own cock stiffen instantly. Caleb's head is tipped back, eyes half-closed in pleasure, his hand gently guiding her movements. They're beautiful together—a fantasy I didn't know I had until this moment.
The bag of ice I'm holding starts to numb my fingers, but I barely notice. All my attention is focused on Ivy's lips stretched around my brother's cock, the hollowing of her cheeks as she takes him deeper, the way her blue eyes flick toward me without breaking her rhythm. There's a challenge in that glance, a deliberate performance that tells me she knows exactly what she's doing to me.
I should feel strange watching this—my brother and the woman I've been pursuing. But instead, I feel an unexpected thrill coursing through me. There's something primal and electric about seeing Ivy like this, giving herself to Caleb while knowingI'm watching. About the way she teases him with her tongue, the same techniques she used on me during our first night together.
Setting the ice in the freezer, I move back to the living room, drawn by an invisible thread. Caleb looks up at me, his expression a mix of pleasure and something else—permission, perhaps, or invitation. This should be awkward between us, but somehow it isn't. We've shared almost everything in our lives; why not this?
"Don't let me interrupt," I say, my voice rougher than I intended as I sink into the armchair across from them. I undo my jeans, releasing my straining cock, stroking it slowly as I watch them.
Ivy's eyes follow my movements, her movement on Caleb becoming more deliberate, more showy. She's performing for me, showing me what I have to look forward to. The sight of her naked back, the curve of her spine leading to her jeans-clad ass, is almost too much to bear.
"Fuck," I mutter, squeezing myself to maintain control.
"Too hot for you over there?" Ivy asks, releasing Caleb with a wet pop that makes my cock twitch.
