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Tonight, I am going to fuck this girl like I’ve never fucked anyone.
Right after I’m done dragging her through this orgasm for the next ten city blocks.
She doesn’t answer, but her eyes search mine through her lust as my hand works her toward heaven.
“You never go home without me after dark,” I say, well aware of how insane I sound. “If something happens to you—I just need you to trust me, Eliza.”
Her lips are on mine again, silencing me, banishing those dark, horrible memories of identifying Aster’s pale, cold body.
She explores my mouth with a whimper.
Her nails dig at my shoulders as she rears up, all the better for my fingers to fuck her, and this time when she breaks away it’s only to nibble my neck.
It’s all she can manage before I pinch her clit with the pressure I know she loves.
Before her mouth drops open and she bites my shoulder to hold in a scream.
Before I struggle not to shoot off in my pants as her pussy tenses around my fingers, and then she’s grinding out her pleasure, panting, my head pressed back against the seat.
Before my entire world condenses into nothing but her cries and the hot, slick heat of her ecstasy on my hands.
“Goddamn, little girl,” I whisper through clenched teeth. “Get it all out right here. Come with all the ways I’ve screwed you up. Come for me.”
And she does it so beautifully it hurts me to the bone.
It takes all the strength I have to let her fall against my lap for the last ten minutes back to my place. Somehow, I settle her on my lap, flicking her skirt back down, holding her still in my arms.
“As pleasant as that was, I need an answer,” I whisper.
“I trust you.”
“You can’t change your mind if we get into another fight or even break up,” I warn, tilting her chin up with the same two fingers that were just inside her.
Her smile looks like it was stolen from a dream. “Cole, if I’m fighting with you...why would I want you to stay with me?”
“I’ll have security bring you home for those times I piss you off,” I growl. “Because I will, sooner or later, like the demented water buffalo I am.”
She laughs and I can’t help but smile. “If you ever fight with me again like that, you’re not going to have to worry about what happens.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll string you up like a piñata. A big water buffalo piñata full of chocolate-covered espresso beans.” Her tongue flicks out, teasing and so tempting to bite.
“Big talk, brat. I’ll take that as a sign you can handle a little tough love tonight,” I rasp, devouring her with another kiss that takes my whole soul.
19
Storm In A Cup (Eliza)
“We’re gonna need another batch of those kick-ass pastries—they’re flying!” Meadow says with a toothy smile.
“No problem, we’ve got a whole stash.” I reach under the table, pull out a second tray, and place it on top.
“Woo-hoo, you rock!” She flashes me a thumbs-up.
“Nah, thank Cole for letting me use Wired Cup’s test kitchen to whip these babies up. It’s easy to make enough to feed an army—”
“Or at least a homeless camp.” Meadow peels the foil off the new tray, inhaling the sweet scent with an appreciative grin.
I love her excitement, how genuine it is knowing she was once on the streets herself.
Then I go to work, filling row after row of disposable cups with piping hot coffee and placing them on the table beside the pastries.
My phone dings and I pull it out.
“Is that your pastry daddy?” Meadow asks with a wink.
“Um...” My face heats as I glance at the screen and shake my head. “It’s Destiny, actually.”
“Nice! Don’t tell me she’s canceling on us?”
“She’ll be here, I’m sure.” I tap the screen and pull up the text.
Destiny: I’m on my way now. Leaving the library. I’m walking so it’ll be a few.
I type back, Meadow and Wyatt can handle things here for a minute. Why don’t I come pick you up?
Destiny: No, it’s cool. I’ve already gone two blocks. Oh and I’m stopping off at Sweeter Grind. The cinnamon lattes there are bussin. Let me know if you want anything.
Eliza: Traitor. Don’t let your dad see or he’ll kill you. I add a skull emoji.
Destiny: Not if he doesn’t know. She punctuates that with a wink emoji.
Laughing, I drop my phone back in my pocket.
“Well?” Meadow asks.
“She’s on her way now.” I return to dutifully filling up coffee cups.
We work through the next big rush until the line clears. As always, the traffic comes in waves. So do the donors who just want a treat and they’re happy to throw down a twenty for a good cause.
“Whew, I’m working up a sweat. Must be twice as many people as last week,” she says.
