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“Shit,” Cole mutters and cups my ass. The instant he pulls me flush against his solid frame. I bite my lips together. He’s hard. Everywhere. His cock pushes into my belly, leaving little doubt about his size and girth. Like everything else about Cole–he’s larger than life.
“Harbor, place your hands on his hips and rock into his thigh.”
That’s not a good idea. There’s no way I’m not leaving a massive stain of desire on the fabric of his pants. “I….”
He grins and winks. “Come on, baby. Be a good girl.”
Oh, my God. I’m going to hyperventilate.
He leans down and whispers, “I don’t care about these pants. Grind on me. I’ll gladly toss them out.” The hairs on my neck stand as Layla continues to take photographs. And all the blood rushes to my core, leaving me swollen and drenched.
His lips press against my ear. “That’s it, Pip. Your heat feels so good pressed into me.”
“What are you doing?” I shudder from head to toe as I speak without moving my lips.
“What I’ve wanted to do for over five years and didn’t have the balls to do it.”
I attempt to jerk my head back, but he holds me steady and nuzzles my ear and neck. All of a sudden, Layla is on the other side of us.
“This is probably not a good idea.”
“No, it’s the worst idea.” He fists my hair and stares into my eyes. “But that’s not going to stop me.” He cocks an eyebrow. “Unless you tell me no.”
I shake my head, causing his eyes to darken as he misinterprets my response. I slide my hands up his chest and into his hair. To hell with keeping his hair brushed. “I’m not saying no.”
“Good.” That’s when his lips land on mine, and I forget to breathe. And in the back of my brain, there’s a vague recollection that someone is documenting the most intimate moment I’ve ever experienced.
Chapter Sixteen
Cole
By the time we’re sitting on the bed with Harbor straddling my hips and her arms tied behind her back, I’m about to come in my pants. The more she adjusts her position, the harder I hold her. I’m going to die.
“We’re almost done. Cole, grip Harbor’s back with one hand to keep her steady and use your free hand to hold the chain in your fist.”
The camera flashes once. “That’s good. Now, Harbor, lean back, but whatever you do, don’t fall off.”
“Perfect.” She waits for a second as Harbor follows her directions. “Now, arch your back with your chest and chin tipped upward. That’s it.” The light flashes again. “Cole, stare in awe at Harbor. Never mind. You’ve got that down. Now, turn your head toward me so I get your full expression.”
Stare at her in awe? That is the easiest thing I’ve ever been asked to do. But remember, she’s your best buddy’s sister? The one he demanded I stay away from. I’m struggling with every inch of my body to remember that. Or to care.
Her face is flushed as she closes her eyes and rocks into my aching cock and my swollen, about to explode balls. I stare as her breasts rise and fall with each breath and forget every reason, I shouldn’t be with her. We’re about to be alone. In my own house. My friends aren’t here. And she’s whimpered more times than I can count as she squeezed her thighs around me.
“That’s perfect.” Layla claps, causing my head to jerk back at the startling sound.
Harbor moans and rotates her hips. Her head tips down as she meets my gaze, and the liquid heat in her eyes, tells me one more move, and she’s coming, and I’m going to miss the opportunity to revel in it. That’s not going to happen.
I drop my hand from the chain, deposit her on the ground, and spin her around, removing the restraints. When I take her, I want all of her to participate in the event. If you only get to experience one Aurora Borealis, you don’t want to have your eyes shut for the entire thing.
“Thank you.” Harbor rubs her wrists but continues to face away from me. I want to reassure her that I’m not done with her by a longshot, but Layla is still here and putting away her supplies.
“Thank you both so much.” She tucks her camera inside the carry-on bag. “My client is going to love these.” She smiles and fans herself. “So much. You two are gorgeous together.”
“Thanks,” Harbor murmurs and steps toward her clothes.
Before she can move again, I grasp her wrist. “Wait.” My voice sounds almost desperate as I slowly exhale, counting the items Layla has left to stow away. “Please.”
I let go of her arm so that she has the ability to leave if she chooses. I won’t stop her, but I can’t promise I won’t go insane if she leaves me like this. Hell, I’m already crazy.
