Page 28 of The War Revision
Cole brushes the scar on my brow tenderly, making me almost flinch back. Because the delicate way he did it, it’s too much for me to bear.
“You are such a cockslut,” he says, making me relax once again.
I ease up hearing the offensive word, while a small gesture of affection unsettles me. My mother really did nice work on me.
“I have a thing for sparkly cocks.” I giggle at the glitter that must have fallen from my hair to his length. His hands are smudged in purple and orange as well.
“I can see the appreciation on your sweats.” He snorts at me.
Eh? A large wet spot covers the front of the grey fabric. “Damn it!”
“That looks uncomfortable,” the fucker teases me.
I glare at him. “You think?”
He grabs his phone from his desk, opens the camera, and holds his arms out. “Smile,” he instructs me.
Click.
“What the ever-loving fuck?”
He pushes the phone in his pocket and taps my nose. Taps my nose.
I bat his hand away and jump up. “If you show it to anyone, it will be the last thing you’ll ever see.”
“Don’t worry, it’s for my personal entertainment.” Two dimples appear on his cheeks as he smiles, and fuck a duck, they rend me speechless. Only now I realize that he’s shaved. There’s no stubble on his face.
He’s temptation reincarnated. The goddamn forbidden apple.
Chapter 7
Themindlessreaction
Two days later, my phone rings. Cole’s picture with horns and fire around his chest pops on the screen.
An Elvis-swooning feeling hits me. But I push it down. Six-feet-under down.
“You’ve reached Kaiden Donnelly aka the Adonis of the East Coast. If you’d like to leave a praise press one, if you’d like to receive a dick pic press two, if you’d like to…”
“What number will shut you up?”
Hearing Cole’s voice makes me smile like an idiot, even though his words are sharp as usual.
“No need for numbers, you know very well how to do it.” Eagerness is dripping from my tone.
He clears his throat. “I must be suffering temporary amnesia. Please remind me.”
“You want me to talk now? I thought shutting me up was your goal,” I tease him, wiping my sweaty forehead with the back of my hand.
Cole snorts and it reminds me of the first time I saw him at Sally’s. Or more exactly, heard him. And just like that night, I want him. Maybe even more. His voice is husky and rumbly. I want him to utter dirty things in my ear while rimming my hole.
“Why are you calling me, oh dark entity of the underworld. Miss me?” I rib him.
“Like a tooth a cavity,” he retorts quickly.
I mutter a pissy noise into the phone. “I’m outraged.” Great use of today’s word of the day calendar.
“Is my apartment rodent free, yet?” he asks, taking me away from my porn thoughts.
