Page 21 of No Going Back

I lick my lips, scrambling for an excuse. “Bad morning breath, babe.”

“Okay, yeah, fair enough.” She shrugs, unbothered, and strokes my jaw once before climbing off.

Cole groans again, dramatic this time, and actually pulls a pillow over his ears like he can’t stand listening to us.

Guilt twists in my gut. For her, because she’s still so happy, so oblivious. For him, because he’s lying there watching me get straddled, while pretending everything’s fine.

I try to keep my voice casual. “So… you got anything to do today?”

Please have plans. Please need to leave. Please.

She sighs. “Yeah, I’m going to see a couple faculty members… discuss my return, catch up on what I missed, all that crap.”

I smile, too relieved. “It won’t be that bad.”

She smiles sweetly back, thumb brushing my jaw again. “Yeah, but I just want to stay here with you.”

Cole huffs under the pillow; she doesn’t seem to notice.

“You mind if I shower here?”

I shake my head fast. “No, of course not.”

She grins. “Care to join me?”

I laugh but it comes out strained. “You drained me dry last night, Han. Don’t think I can go again.”

She pouts dramatically. “Oh, you’re no fun.”

She waves playfully and heads down the hall. The bathroom door clicks shut and the shower turns on.

Cole sits up slowly, pillow falling away. He deadpans at me, eyebrows raised.

I smile shy and guilty. “What?”

He crawls over, slowly, clearly not thinking straight. He swings a leg over my lap, straddling me exactly where Hannah was a minute ago, and pitches his voice high and breathy, mimicking her perfectly:

“I wish I could spend all of my time with you, Remy… you’re so handsome…”

I bite my lip to stop the grin, but it breaks through anyway.

He strokes my jaw with exaggerated tenderness, flipping imaginary hair over his shoulder. “Are you sure I can’t seduce you again?”

I shake my head, laughing under my breath. “You’re a dick.”

Cole smirks, voice dropping back to that deep, raspy timbre that makes my stomach flip. “Hmm… but clearly you love my dick.”

He grinds down once, right over my already-hard bulge. I groan, hips jerking up on instinct.

Cole raises his brows. “Can’t go again, huh?”

The shower’s still running… Hannah’s in there, we have time.

I grab his hips and pull him down harder. “Shut up and get on the couch properly.”

We shift fast, him lying back, me crawling over him, no preamble, no hesitation. I kiss down his chest and stomach, until I’m hovering over his cock. He’s already leaking, boxers shoved down just enough.

I take him in my mouth at the same time he pulls me around… sixty-nine on the couch, messy and desperate. My cock slides past his lips; he moans around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. I suck him deeper, tongue swirling, tasting precome and salt while he does the same to me… hungry, sloppy, and perfect.