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“Ah,” I scream. “Yes!”
“Hold the seat, sweetheart,” he dominates through gritted teeth and I do as I am told as he begins to buck wildly, fucking me so hard that my body starts to feel like jelly.
“Fuckfuckfuck, Cole! I’m gonna come, omg, yes!”
“Wait for me baby, just hold still.”
I try to grind back meeting his thrusts with my own, but the sensations have taken over and all I can think about is the burning sensation ripping through my body as Cole literally fucks my entire body into a numbed state of bliss. Just when I feel like I can’t hold on any longer, I feel him grip my shoulder and lean into my body grinding in with such force that my arms give and he alone is holding us up.
“Now, Mia, come with me.”
I swear I see stars as blinding light rips through my body with so much intensity, making my entire body soar as I let out a guttural, feral scream, “Cole!”
Following me, I can feel Cole’s growl against the back of my neck as he pushes once more and releases himself inside of me. We are so connected that I can feel his cock twitch as we hold still and try to regain ourselves through harsh breaths, our chests heaving. His hands still digging into me, not ready to let go.
“Holy fuck.” He smiles against my back, gently bringing us back to a seated position, with me on his lap and him still inside of me.
“Yep. There is a good chance that I broke a rib,” I feel my sides laughing. Cole responds by kissing my back and down my arms. I feel him twitch inside of me. Smiling, I look over my shoulder and ask, “Are you already set for round two?”
“I’m always ready for you, baby, but I would prefer if round two was inside of our house, not in the car. You know, for the sake of your ribs and all.”
I pull myself up, releasing him from me and try and right myself next to him. He grabs my hands and kisses the backs after buttoning his jeans.
“Wanna see your present?”
My present! I had almost forgotten. Sex with Cole has a way of making me forget that anything else exists.
“Yes!” I squeal, feeling like a little kid at Christmas.
We exit the car, Cole first and then with his help, me. Looking up, I see the most breathtakingly beautiful gift. The house is a one story, shingled cottage, althoughcottageisn’t really the right word. It’s bigger than a cottage but doesn’t lack the charm. It has a large porch with a swing and four steps that lead up. The double glass door entry is framed by the honeysuckle that grows along the overhang of the porch. I run-hop from excitement to the door followed by a laughing Cole who proceeds to pick me up and wink before he carries me over the threshold. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I whisper, “I love you,” and he smiles at me one last time before setting me down and turning me around to take in, what is now easily considered as my dream house.
“Oh, my goodness,” I gasp, cupping my hands over my mouth. It’s hands-down gorgeous. The entry opens to a foyer that opens to a study with French doors on the right and a few more feet down to a large formal dining area, past that a huge great room with tall ceilings and glass accordion walls leads out to an outdoor patio equipped with a built-in fireplace and kitchen, all framed by a large expanse of grass leading to a dock that sits on the most gorgeous glass-like body of water.
“Cole, it’s perfect,” I breathe out.
Cole walks up behind me and whispers into my ear, “I want to have babies with you here. I want us to raise our babies here.” He wraps his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my head.
I feel my throat constrict, making it hard to swallow as I try and hold back my tears. I can picture it. I can see our children running around in the grass doing cartwheels and our friends sitting outside on Adirondack chairs as we watch them play. I want all of that, except currently, our lives are at a standstill because Cole is being charged with a heinous crime and the fallout from this may ruin us, but I can’t say that.
I won’t ruin his hope, so I say the next best thing, “One day, baby, one day.”
We stand silently, looking out at our view when he finally speaks again. “Let’s make one day, this day.”
Caught off guard, I turn to look into his face. “Cole, you can’t be serious.” I thought this was going to be the end of it, I am shocked at his denial or straight up delusional state right now. “You can’t actually be serious… with everything going on, you want to knock me up?”
Moving away from me, he waves his hand dismissively in the air saying, “Forget it, sorry I brought it up. If you don’t want kids you should have just said so.”
What the fuck. First, we fight, then we fuck. So now we fight again? I will not do this with him again today.
“Don’t you dare. Have you lost your mind? I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I want to go back to that happy moment, the one that happened three minutes ago. Of course, I want to have your babies. I just don’t want to be knocked up during all this stress and frankly, I’m pretty fucking shocked you would want that for me,” I huff, crossing my arms across my chest readying for the fight.
“Fuck, Mia, I’m sorry. Of course, we wait, of course. I’m just grasping for some happy in the middle of all this shit. Can we just pretend, for this weekend, that I am not a murder suspect? Can we just jump into our future, without actually knocking you up?”
My heart almost melts at the look of need on his face. He needs a break. My poor sweet husband has opened his heart up and laid it out. If he needs to pretend for three days, then I will be the best fucking actress of all time.
Walking over, I kiss his lips and say, “Are we having a girl or boy first?”
Smiling, he answers, “Twins, one of each.”
