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“Fuck you very much.”
“Think about what they’re asking. Do you think for a minute that they’re not gonna treat you like shit? They want you to work for them for free. For three months. Three months! And for what? A promise that you might get a look-in at a position they won’t even guarantee they’ll have available at the end? Are you mad?”
“What other choice do I have?” She threw her hands up in the air, the frustration bleeding through her loud voice. “I’m not even getting interviews. For anything.”
“Ava,” Bryce implored, reaching for her hands. She shook out of his grasp. A momentary flash of hurt stole across Bryce’s face before he buried it behind a wall of stoicism. But it was enough to cut Cole deeper than he was prepared to admit. Bryce sighed and added calmly, “You did get an interview. Sure, there was someone else more qualified for the job that time. But they were impressed with you. Give it time, you’ll find the right position.”
Cole lifted one eyebrow in a see-I-told-you-so motion and Ava erupted, her face reddening as she clenched her fists hard. It was obvious to anyone looking at her that she wanted to beat the shit out of him. He would have felt bad about it, but if it got her to see sense, so be it.
“You’re siding with him now?” she spat at Bryce. “Mr I-think-I-own-my-girlfriend?” She crossed her arms over her chest, her narrow-eyed glare never leaving his man’s.
Bryce withered and he stepped back. Oh hell no.
“You think yelling at Bryce is acceptable? Not on my watch, sweetheart,” Cole growled, his voice harsh from the need to protect them. Both of them. He could handle the vitriol. The tirade of cruel words. He’d been on the receiving end of it before. But he wouldn’t stand for someone hurting the people he loved.
Oh, hell. No, it couldn’t be true. Nope, no and hell no. There is no way. Not after only a few weeks. It’s not worth falling for them anyway. Not when people just get hurt. I’m not going there. I can’t. It’s too soon. It’s too much. There’s no way I’m doing that to myself. The last people I loved threw me away. They tossed me out and I lost everything. I nearly ended up on the streets.
An awareness hit him. Like a light at the end of a tunnel followed by a freight train, it slammed into him with the tact of… well a freight train. Was it really too soon? Too much? Or was it exactly right? Were they exactly right? Maybe being happy was enough. And he was happy, even if he was in the middle of a yelling match with one-half of his heart.
“Or you’ll do what, arsehole?” Ava rounded on him, her eyes flashing with anger and her lips in a thin line. Even furious—maybe especially because of that—she was gorgeous. Her face flushed a darkening red, but Cole was done with this conversation.
He would stand in front of her and battle demons she didn’t even know existed if it meant keeping her safe and happy. He took a step forward, crowding her. Ava was in bare feet, while he still wore his chunky work boots. Cole towered over her. Outrage at the unfairness of what the company was demanding overflowed like lava bursting forth from the earth.
“This,” Cole muttered before he cupped her nape and curled his hand over her butt, hauling her to him. He smashed his mouth down on hers and took out all his frustration at those arseholes in his kiss. He lifted her effortlessly and groaned in satisfaction when Ava curled into him. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his body even though her mouth was unyielding. He pulled back and narrowed his eyes at her, growling, “Kiss me.”
“Fuck off,” she uttered but didn’t give him a chance to respond, capturing his lips with a ferocious kiss of her own. He let her take over, submitting to her. Yielding to let her know she and Bryce would always be his first priority.
She bit his lip and Cole’s cock pulsed in his jeans. His hardness pressed against her heat; he couldn’t wait to strip her naked and bury himself inside her.
Cole stomped over to the couch and dumped Ava unceremoniously on the leather cushions, following her down as he kicked off his work boots and dusty jeans. Ava reached for his work shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it on the floor before digging her blunt nails into his back and pulling him close again.
She was still fighting him, but her anger had morphed into a primal lust. The needy moans she let loose spurred him on, desire overwhelming him until his movements were choppy and his hands shook.
“Bryce, get that sexy arse over here,” Cole directed. Maybe he was a masochist, or maybe it was because he loved playing with fire, he added, “Our girl needs something to suck on to shut her up.” He knew he was pushing her buttons, trying to provoke a reaction. But how hard would she bite back?
Cole’s stare was unwavering, silently daring Ava to respond. Her only move was to snap her teeth closed and narrow her eyes.
“Play nice, Cole,” Bryce chastised. He knelt and cupped Ava’s face, brushing her hair away from her eyes and kissed her gently. The move was in complete contrast to Cole’s rough touch.
He unzipped her skinny jeans and yanked them and her panties down her legs, exposing her bottom half to his hungry gaze. She was beautiful. Smooth alabaster skin and curves for miles. Cole held her in place, his fingers curling gently around her throat. With his free hand, he pushed up her frilly tank top and licked at her breast through the lace of her bra. She shivered, her nipple pebbling.
Temptation was a wicked beast. Cole was driven to show her just how nicely he could play. Closing his lips around the peak, he sucked, then bit down hard enough on her nipple to sting like a mother. He tugged hard and Ava arched into him, moaning into Bryce’s kiss.
Bryce snaked his fingers down Ava’s prone form to her core and slid them through her creamy folds. He unerringly found her clit and Ava moaned. The sound was illicit, and Cole’s cock throbbed. At Bryce’s matching moan, Cole curled his fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed hard, pulling him away from the edge.
He watched as Bryce shoved his hand down the silky shorts clinging to his bubble butt like a second skin. Cole leaned over, balancing on his knees as he helped Bryce out of them. It was an excuse to touch his man, to touch all that warm skin on Bryce’s spectacular arse and down his thick legs. When his cock bounced up, slapping against Bryce’s belly, Cole’s mouth watered. He wanted both their tastes on his tongue.
“You want him to fuck you, don’t you, sexy?” Bryce asked against Ava’s lips. “You’re so wet, so tight.”
Cole moaned, need rushing forth like lava exploding from the earth’s crust, the heat blinding him and making his head spin.
“He can fuck off,” Ava growled. But her body spoke a different language.
She widened her legs, lifting her knees and making room for Cole to crawl closer. She pressed her heels into his butt, closing the last remaining bit of distance between them. Instinct took over. He needed the connection between them. He had to eliminate the distance and walls that they’d erected with their harsh words.
Cole lined his cock up to her core, her wet heat branding him. He thrust deep into her with one sharp movement, his balls slapping against her butt and his hips connecting with hers. With his fingers still wrapped around her throat, he saw stars. Galaxies exploding behind his closed eyelids like a fireworks display. It was like heaven and hell all rolled into one. He hadn’t experienced anything like it before—her tight, wet channel gripping him with a vice-like strength.
She shifted her legs, cradling him as his cock pulsed, and Cole fought off the instinct to chase his orgasm, even as she screamed. Her pussy spasmed around his length, Bryce working her clit even as Cole impaled her. He fought the overwhelming urge to blow right there and then, and wrapped his fingers around his sac, tugging hard to halt being sling-shotted into ecstasy.
