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She pulls in a breath, her eyes fluttering closed. “Was that a question?”

“No.”

She grins, biting her bottom lip. “I’ll let you know,” she whispers against my lips. “Now fuck me.”

Thrusting, I give up on trying to hold back. My heart is too damn light, my hope soaring, because the future was always a maybe before. I could die at any point, by bullet or worse, and that never mattered to me before.

Now, I have something to live for.

Maybe I always did.

Chapter 12

Sunday

This is the most reckless thing I’ve ever done. I swore I’d never fall for Cole’s promises, but now we’re here, it’s clear that there was more to why he left. He can tell me when he’s ready, but he can never, ever leave me again.

He’s stopped fucking me slow, and the pleasure is pulsing through me with every sharp snap of his hips. My breasts shake, my cries get louder, and my toes clench.

“Fuck,” Cole grunts, his forehead resting against mine as I take every thrust. My clit tingles, the sensation spreading until I’m whimpering. “Tell me you love me while you come, Sunday.”

“I—” I moan loudly, so close to shattering, my mind splintering at the seams. “I love you, Cole. I love you. Oh my—” I squeeze my eyes closed, coming hard, my pussy pulsing around his thickness.

Cole groans, whispering that he loves me, filling me until our arousal leaks out of me and onto the sheets.

I’m about to wrap my arms around him, curl into his body and let sleep take me, but he nuzzles my neck.

“We’re not done, Sunday.”

He’s still hard as he pulls out, moves me onto my side and lies behind me. He lifts my leg and buries himself into my pussy again, pulling my back flush to his chest as he fucks me from behind. I rest my head back, my breasts shaking as he fucks me hard and fast, his hand flat against my abdomen, putting pressure just where I need it.

“This is how it’ll be from now on,” he whispers, kissing behind my ear. “Fucking you and loving you.”

My eyes roll back as pleasure and promises engulf me, a thousand lights of ecstasy flashing across my vision as an earth-shattering orgasm rocks through me. I cry out, my throat hoarse, my clit throbbing as Cole moves faster, slamming into me and extending the orgasm.

He groans and buries his face in my hair as he comes again, his breath warm on my skin, voice still low and soothing in my ear.

Then the door beeps.

Cole pulls out, snatching a blanket from the end of the bed and covering me just as Felton walks in.

“Whoops,” he says, holding his hands up. “Am I interrupting?”

Cole pants into my neck. “Get the fuck out, Felton.”

“Rude! I’m just here to invite you both to dinner. If you’re not too busy snacking on each other.” I lift my head from the pillow in time to see him staring at my legs. Cole grabs a pillow and places it in front of me to shield me where the blanket hasn’t. “You really are a spoil sport, Cage. Dinner in thirty. Bring your a-game, Dad is in a fun mood.” He winks at me. “Can I see you in my office beforehand, Sunday?”

He doesn’t wait for my answer before stepping out, the door closing behind him. Cole moves me onto my back, cupping my cheek.

“Are you okay?”

“No, he’s a fucking weirdo.” I cover my eyes, my heart galloping. “I really don’t want to go to dinner with the freak that raised him, either.”

Cole kisses my shoulder before climbing off the bed. “He won’t get near you.”

I bolt upright, clutching the covers to my chest in case Felton decides to reappear. “Wait, are we done?”

Colt faces me and I groan at the sight of his thick cock hanging between his thighs, like a glorious, pierced slab of art. “We need to prepare what you’re going to say to Felton, and I need to think of a way to get the phone.”