Page 35 of Chasin' Cole

“Too busy to think about boys?”

“I was only thinkin’ about one boy,” I admit. “Wonderin’ when you’d be passin’ through again.”

“Because you liked me?”

I laugh. “No, because I knew how much Brock missed you.”

“I missed him, but I also missed you.”

“I think I missed you, too, but I never let myself go there. I couldn’t think of you as anythin’ other than Brock’s best friend.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Because,” I grin, “you’re an old man. Much too old for me.”

His fingers find my waist and he digs them in, ticklin’ me. “Take it back.”

“Never, old man!”

His lips find my neck and he sucks lightly. “Can we…can we do that again? I didn’t realize I was missin’ out on so much.”

"There's a lot you've been missing out on, Rose," he laughs gruffly. "And I'm about to show you all of it."

I take a deep breath before starin' up at him. "There's more?"

"Good thing we've got all afternoon. This old man has a lot to teach you.”

He sits up and goes to move off the bed. My arm flies out to stop him. "Where are you goin?"

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. "I'm just taking my pants off."

My face floods with warmth. "It's about time.”

He keeps his back to me, pulling his pants off while I get a nice view of his toned butt before he turns around.

"Cole Strickland," I gasp as I take him in, "you've been hidin' that from me for far too long!"

It’s big. Really big. And standin’ straight up. I don’t know whether to touch it or taste it or run. I don’t know anythin’ about pleasin’ a man. I know even less about pleasin’ a man like Cole. He’s gentle, but strong. Coarse, yet soft. So much more of a mystery than I ever bargained.

“What you thinking ‘bout?” he tilts his head to the side.

I lick my lips nervously. “I just…I don’t know what to do with…” I motion towards him. “With all of that.”

“I’ll show you,” he chuckles. I love the sound. It zips through my body, warmin’ every limb.

“Good thing we’ve got all afternoon,” I flash my eyebrows at him.

As he saunters towards me, I can't even remember what I was so upset about this mornin'.He climbs in beside me again, the tip of his…thing runs along my leg. It’s damp.

I swallow hard. “Why’s it…wet?”

Cole kisses me. “You’re about to find out.”

He kisses me again, and again. I hold onto him as our naked bodies rub against each other.

“I love you, Cole,” I tell him.

He presses his forehead to mine. “Not as much as I love you, Rose.”

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