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“What if he hadn’t caught you by surprise? What would you have asked for?” There was some selfish intent in my question. Cole had always been hard to shop for, and I still hadn’t gotten him anything.
“For him to be okay. It hit me how much I wanted him to be okay. Whatever that looks like.”
Franklin hurting didn’t sit well with me. All the more reason why he could never learn the truth. I turned Cole’s response over in my head, searching for the right words to comfort him. Up until then, I’d diverted all discussions away from the topic of Franklin, for self-serving reasons. But Cole was worth whatever it would cost me emotionally to revisit my past with his father.
“At the end of the night, after Mom was settled and sleeping, sometimes Franklin and I would share a beer on the porch or while walking the grounds. Or while sitting across from each other in the kitchen like two sad puppies who didn’t want to be alone with their pain.” I’d never told Cole this because he was away, and if he’d thought I wasn’t okay without him, he would’ve ditched school and caught the first flight home. “Somehow, he knew when I needed someone. When I needed him.” Because he was living the day-to-day with me, and he understood me then in a way maybe Cole couldn’t have. “It was like that with him from the beginning. He never pushed himself on me. He just always appeared when I needed him.”
“Like when it was your turn to make introductions on bring-your-dad-to-school day, and you sat slumped in your chair, the whole class watching, the chair next to your desk empty—”
“And then Franklin slid into it. Homerun,” we said in unison, because I’d come home, hyped up and animated describing how him sliding into that seat at that exact moment was like the homerun that saved the game. He’d walked out of an important meeting to be there after my mother had taken the balled-up notice out of my bedroom trash bin and immediately called his office. His assistant knew to pass through all calls from his family, no matter what. He was that type of man.
“What did you two talk about over beers?” Cole asked, interrupting my surprisingly non-painful memories. The light from the water reflected off his blue eyes, they were wide and sparkling, his tone eager for more details.
“Nothing,” I said. “Absolutely nothing. But the commiserating silence made me feel better.” There had been enough people giving us their words. Doctors, well-wishers, friends… All of it useless drivel that didn’t change a thing, and I got to escape it for a couple hours with Franklin.
Cole cupped water into his palms and let it run over my collarbone, coming in for a chlorine-flavored kiss. “Give me a fond memory of you and your father,” I asked.
He dipped his head back, staring at the cavernous ceiling in thought. “Probably every time I’d catch him watching you, me, and Selene play board games. He’d stand outside the great room sporting a smile both heartbreaking and hopeful.”
“I never knew he did that.”
“Yeah. I’d hoped it meant that while our new family had made him think about the one he’d lost, he was grateful for what he had then, and not upset with what I’d taken from him by being born.”
“I don’t think Franklin ever blamed you, Cole.”
“But you think he’d blame you?” He urged me to calm with a raised hand when my face hardened. And instead of addressing my defensiveness at him using my words against me, he moved on. “I mistook his grief for blame. I know that now.”
He waded toward the pool stairs with me still wrapped around him, careful to hold me by the ass and keep my cheeks closed, and I groaned from the extra bit of plug it sent into me.
We kissed sloppily as he walked us to the lounge chairs, planting a knee on one and taking us down. He unwound my legs from his hips, spreading them over the armrests and swiping up the lube from the square drink table. He lathered his crown as my own dick strained to reach past my navel.
I’d been about to ask why he was only working the head of his erection, but before the words could form he’d removed the plug, fallen over me, and directed his tip inside my needy hole. “Cole,” I panted, sweat beading across my nose and upper lip, but he kept his cruel eyes on me, promising he wouldn’t be swayed.
I canted my hips as best I could from my prone position with my legs dangling over the chair arms, but he jerked back, taking his cockhead with him. “It’s not enough,” I complained as he eased that scant couple inches inside me again. I tugged restlessly at my hair.
“It’s gonna have to be, angel.”
The whole day had been one long edging session. From the thorough rimming job that morning, to the seductive glances while riding horseback, to him cantering up alongside me to cop an aggressive feel through the front of my riding pants before trotting off. Not to mention the scene in the shower, and now this.
“No touching yourself,” he said sharply, and I shoved my traveling hand back into my hair, drilling my eyes shut and concentrating, trying my best to reach the finish line with the little I’d been given.
“Fuck, Cole. Just a little more,” I begged in frustration, and he fell away, leaving me lost, empty, and reaching for him to stay.
“I need you in a bed,” he said, breathing raggedly, finally exposing how much his need matched mine.
We were alone on the estate now, and would be for the rest of the night, so we didn’t need to waste time or lose momentum by getting dressed before heading to our room.
Cole charged with purpose through the labyrinth of hallways with me in tow. I did my best to keep up with his longer strides. “You’re moving too slow, Jasper. I need your body beneath my hands.”
If I moved any faster, I’d be running. He whirled on me, bending at the knees and tossing me over his shoulder, my breath whooshed out of me in surprise.
One forearm banded behind my knees, as the fingers on his other hand disappeared inside my lubed hole. I sank my teeth into his ass to stifle my moan. “I want to hear you,” he said, finger fucking me deeper.
“God,”I called out.
“I’m here, angel,” he crooned, his fingers working me. “I’m here.”
He blew through our suite’s doorway, padding across the beige carpet before pitching me onto the center of the bed, and then leaping on top of me, assaulting me with a kiss.
