Page 43 of The War Revision
Damn, what is Lucifer doing to me?
He leans back and cups the side of my face, brushing his thumb over my bruised jaw before laying an open-mouthed, lazy kiss.
Then he pushes back and I have to let him go, lowering my hands back on the dresser.
“Are you okay?” He’s looking worriedly at the purple mark on my side, which I completely forgot about.
I swallow and nod at him. His cock slides out of me and I feel his cum slowly leaking out.
That’s new.
His eyes are laser-focused on my opening. I bite my lower lip, willing him to push his cum back in me, just like he did the other day. As if he’s reading my mind, his hand lifts, but then stops midair. He looks uncertain. But I’ve learned that it’s easier to just follow my instincts. Remorse is better than regret…ninety percent of the time.
I grab his fingers and catching his surprised gaze, I pull them toward my entrance, moving my flaccid dick and balls on the side.
Two of his fingers scoop the dripping liquid and thrust inside, making me sigh with relief. He moves them leisurely and I fucking love the sight and feel of them pushing in me.
It’s incredible how much I crave this. It can’t be our last time. I need this.
Too soon, he stops and pulls out. Without saying a word, he walks to the bathroom.
I slide down the dresser, wincing a bit at the ache in my ass. My brain is slowly coming online again and I know it’s time for me to go. Even though I’d like to stay and…cuddle.
Whoa. I’m becoming a sniveling pansy. But this wasn’t just sex for me—explosive, gratifying, out-of-this-world sex. It felt like more.
A phone starts vibrating at my feet. It’s Cole’s. Again. I pick it up and see the name Father on the screen before Cole comes out of the bathroom. His hair is wet and he smells fresh and soapy.
“Here.” I hand him the cell. “Your father is calling you.”
He takes it. His lips have formed a tight line, his jaws hardens. He yanks his closet door open while coldly answering the phone. Why is he talking to his father when it’s clear he doesn’t want to?
Feeling how the atmosphere in the room is quickly turning heavy, I sneak inside the bathroom for a quick shower. When I get back to the bedroom, Cole isn’t there. I can hear his voice coming from the living room. He sounds upset.
I pull my clothes on at an inhuman speed and make my way into the living room. Cole is still on the phone, running his hand through his hair nervously. I feel the strongest urge to go to him and just touch him. Give some comfort. But I know he’ll never accept it from me. We aren’t…that.
Are we? Could we?
Fuck. I’m shocked at myself. My brain. My body. My whole being feels a pull toward him. Why? What is it about him? I need time to fucking figure this all out.
I don’t even know where we stand at the moment.
So as soon as Cole’s eyes fall on me, I wave a silent goodbye. He looks at me with a stony expression, then faintly nods and goes back to the phone conversation. Fucking déjà vu.
Guess he doesn’t have any doubt about what this is.
The next day, my ass is still fucking sore and I’m even more confused. And damn irritated. I’ve been tempted to talk to someone about this, but Jordie is still busy with his Bride-Wars planning.
And Mel, I wouldn’t be able to even hear my thoughts over his I-told-you-so scream. He was right in saying that Cole and I would end up fucking. My pride hurts too much when I think he was. So, yeah, I can’t tell him. But I might be thinking it quite loudly. Maybe a remnant vibe will fly the distance and reach the malefic dwarf.
Aaand done.
I haven’t seen Cole since I left his apartment yesterday. He didn’t try to contact me. And I didn’t expect him to.
I dove into work, trying to stop thinking about his dick inside me, but it was very hard when every movement I made was a reminder of what we shared. I went back to my apartment to get some sleep. I should have known better. I spent most of the night staring up at the ceiling, replaying everything I said and did with Cole inside my head, crowding the space till I almost screamed. Music didn’t help—never realized I have a large collection of mushy songs. Nor did watching animal mating rituals—I mean what’s with the anglerfish?
Due to my lack of sleep, I surrendered to temptation and typed a text to Cole, and deleted it. Then I thought about going to his place, and pushed that idea away just as quickly.
I’m fucking tired of chasing him. People chase me, not the other way around. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to him.
