His tongue licked from the bottom of her slit to the top. He sucked one of her swollen folds between his lips, and pulling his head back slightly, tugging it gently before releasing. He speared his tongue back inside her, and groaning against her needy body, Cole could feel his own climax building as she raced toward hers.
The fact that she was absolutely silent during this sensual feast was such a fucking turn-on that Cole was finding it difficult not to come like a horny teenager. The woman was a star pupil when it came to following orders.
Ready to finally reward her, Cole found his way back to her hood piercing, and he sucked and flicked her clit with his agile tongue. As she tilted her hips up higher, practically pushing her herself onto his tongue, Cole raised his eyes to hers and groaned against her hot flesh.
“Come, Mrs. Madison.”
And just like that, her knees tightened, her ass cheeks flexed in his hands, and her eyes squeezed shut as she came silently all over his tongue.
I think I’m dead, was all Rachel could manage to think.
Her fingers remained around the ladder rung above her, and her legs relaxed over Cole’s shoulders. He had destroyed her.
Abso-fucking-lutely destroyed me.
With his nimble tongue, strong hands, and filthy mouth, he had reduced her to a silent, greedy sex addict. He was still kneeling between her thighs, kissing and petting them, as he gently placed first her right and then her left foot back on the floor.
She was about to release her hold on the ladder when he stood—all six foot four inches of naked, tattooed, and pierced Cole—and wagged his finger back and forth.
“Not yet. Now, it’s my turn,” he informed.
He stepped up close to her, raising his hands to cover hers on the rung. Leaning in, he took her mouth and as she parted her lips and he pushed his tongue between her lips, Rachel couldn’t help the high keening moan that finally left her throat.
He ground his hips up against hers, and as he moved his hips in time with his tongue, she felt his cock and piercing brush against her. Wrenching his mouth from hers, she cried out as he reached and gripped her chin, tilting up her face, so her eyes could meet his. As hazel met blue, the fire started to spark again deep inside her stomach before it spread slowly up to her breasts, heating her entire body.
“This time…” He paused, lowering his hand down her chest to the pearl clasp of her bra. Unsnapping it, he gave her an unholy grin as her breasts spilled free. “You can make as much noise as you fucking like.”
Taking both his hands away from her, he gripped her hips and warned, “Just don’t let go.”
With that, he jerked her feet off the floor until her legs were wrapped around his hips, and he took a step back, stretching her body out and slightly away from the ladder. When he was at the right distance, he widened his stance, and without any more talk, he thrust his cock deep inside her body.
She screamed out in sheer ecstasy as his throbbing length finally pushed into her needy pussy and staked its claim. Rachel made sure to keep her eyes open, and for the moment, she focused on the tense muscles of Cole’s arms as he held her hips in place, thrust after hard thrust.
His pierced nipples had hardened and were begging to be licked, bitten, or pinched, but that would have to happen some other time. Right now, she was too busy hanging on to a ladder—a fucking ladder—and getting pounded by her sexy-as-fuck husband.
Cole’s eyes were focused on her naked breasts that were now moving with each forward punch of his hips, and she could tell he wanted to touch them and was pissed that he couldn’t. He clenched his jaw in annoyance as his hips sped up with his race toward completion.
Tilting her hips at a certain angle, he dragged his thick cock out of her, causing his piercing to hit that secretive spot deep inside, and Rachel screamed so long and loud she was surprised the neighbors didn’t call 911.
“Oh yeah, just like that, huh?” he asked as he did it over and over.
She panted as he pounded into her. “Fuck.”
“Oh, we’re fucking, wife. We are fucking real hard.”
With that, his fingers tightened against her flesh as his hips rolled and pummeled into hers. As Cole tensed and let his head drop back, he groaned out her name as she felt his warmth flood her deep inside.
At that moment, Rachel knew she would never find a connection like this with anyone ever again. He had set her free, and now, she felt like she was finally home.
24
“You and I need to talk.”
Rachel lifted her eyes from the computer and turned to look down the hall of the small flower shop. She had known Mason wouldn’t leave what had happened last night alone for long, but the fact that he was here at seven in the morning the next day showed her how much it had been on his mind.
“Well, I was ready to talk last night,” she pointed out.
As her brother moved farther down the narrow hall toward her, Rachel straightened her spine, getting ready for a battle. Lately, it had seemed like she was arguing with him much more than usual, and right now, as he got closer, she felt as though the air in the shop was becoming tense.
“No, you weren’t. You were there to shock us all and hope no one said anything.”
“Believe what you like, Mase. I knew there was no way you would understand. I just figured—”
“Safety in numbers?” he interrupted as he moved to sit on one of the stools behind the counter.
His black hair was pushed back from his face, and now that he was sitting down, Rachel could look directly at him. His blue eyes were just like hers, but the laugh lines that were usually there when he smiled were missing right now. Instead, he had a frown, one that was becoming more permanent with every conversation they had recently.
“Maybe,” she muttered, deciding to choose the easy option.
“Maybe?”
Yep, Mason isn’t letting me get away with that.
“Come on, Rach. Did you really think I was going to be okay with what happened last night? What brother who cares about his sister would be?”
God, no one can guilt me as well as Mason.
“Why do you dislike Cole so much?” she asked, trying to divert his attention.
“I don’t,” he answered quickly before adding, “I don’t know enough about him. It’s not so much a matter of disliking him. It’s more that I’m worried about you.”
“You don’t need to—”
“Don’t tell me not to worry, okay?” Mason interjected with a deep sigh. “You’re my little sister.”
“Mase, I’m hardly little.”
“You will always be my little sister, and I don’t care if you’re dating—or in this case, marrying—Josh, Cole, or a stranger. I will worry until I know you are happy.”
Rachel leaned against the counter, and for a minute, she had to look away from his probing gaze. He was doing that thing where he managed to say everything right, and it was really annoying her that she found herself feeling bad for yelling at him last night.
He deserved it! Didn’t he?
“You just haven’t been the same since Mom passed away. I know I dealt with my—”
“Stupid phase?” Rachel replied sarcastically, looking back to him.
“I was going to say I know I dealt with my grief in a less than mature way, but I’m not sure you ever dealt with it.”
Mason stood and took a step closer to her. When she crossed her arms in front of herself, he didn’t even hesitate to wrap his arms around her.
“I just don’t want Cole to be a convenient distraction from other feelings,” he whispered into the empty shop.