Page 29 of The War Revision
“I’m working on it right now,” I assure him from my hiding place behind the sofa in his living room. “My high-dive paper plate mouse trap is in the kitchen.”
I’ve positioned a tall bucket on the floor and placed a paper plate on top with cookie crumbs on the edge. A wooden spoon acts as a ladder on the side. When the girls climb up and stop on the plate, their weight will make them fall inside the bucket. I’m feeling quite proud of myself at the moment.
“Are you in my apartment?” Cole asks me.
Busted. “No?”
His place is so tidy and clean. Everything has its perfect location. How does he even think in this…neatness? I need a little chaos around me. It gives me inspirations for my designs. All I want to do here is dirty a few things up. I’m pretty sure Cole will reserve a very special place in hell for me if I do.
“How the fuck did you get in?” He sounds more amused than annoyed. But how does he expect me to move the girls without accessing his apartment?
“Told Tessa I smelled gas coming from your place,” I confess. “She was so relieved I volunteered to check. She even gave me some of her legendary oatmeal cookies, which I’m sacrificing to catch Kate and Meghan. You should thank me.”
“Thank you for trespassing into my apartment?”
Meghan is sniffing the wooden spoon when Kate stops behind her. “Meghan no, bad girl! That’s not very ladylike,” I scold her, watching her raising her paw at Kate. Although, Kate is a persistent little thing, always trying to mount her friend—ironic.
“Are rats into same-sex mating? We need to get back to the animal kingdom documentaries,” I tell him. He watched a few episodes with me and he seemed interested.
“How did I not strangle you yet,” Cole mutters.
“But you do keep trying, curling your fingers around my throat any chance you get,” I remind him, while a shiver runs down my spine.
“You love it.” His growl comes deliciously rumbly through the line.
“Ditto.”
“Double ditto.”
“Double double ditto.” We say at the same time like two high schoolers, and then again, “Jinx!”
After a second of silence, I’m the first to laugh. His chuckle is deep and filled with hilarity. Who would have thought Cole could be this fun.
“So, what’s the real reason for your call?” I ask him after sobering.
“I’ll be back in an hour, be ready.”
“Fooooor?” I have a very dirty idea, but I want him to spell it out.
“My cock, my hands, and mouth,” he quickly replies.
And brain fart.
My mind is hypnotized with images of being deflowered—or whatever it’s called when taking it up the ass for the first time. And I’m dying to do it. So much that I’ve been playing with my opening for the last two days to make it loose.
“You better hurry up,” I warn him breathily.
“Why?” He sounds as eager as I feel.
“Because I’m gonna give you whatever you want when you walk through that door,” I let him know.
I hear him swearing. “Want you on your knees. Mouth open. Right there in the entrance.” His voice is almost unrecognizable, thick with lust.
Falkor is hard and aching inside my military-green sweats. I’m such an obedient slut for Cole.
The cute guy at the post office today checked me out, and my first thought wasn’t I want him to fuck me. Because the only person I can picture doing that is Cole.
I’ve being watching porn, nothing new about that. But I might have given submissive videos a whirl, falling down a BDSM rabbit hole. I’m not into the heavy stuff, but I wouldn’t be against trying a few things. With Cole.
