Between Us (The Renegade Saints #3) (24 page)

“My girl and my
Golden Girls?
Count me in.”

I smile as he presses the buttons on the remote and
The Golden Girls
starts. Even with all his talk about not wanting to be in a single relationship, he treats me like his queen. I can’t imagine him ever letting Ian or anyone else get in on this relationship. The tub is huge and could certainly hold more people, but it feels like it’s just the two of us. I think it’s because that’s how it’s meant to be. Now I just need to get him to admit that so we can be open about how we feel. We’re supposed to be together, I know it.

By the time the episode is over, I’m overly pruned. Holding up my hand to show Cole, I giggle.

“I think it’s time to get out,” I tell him.

He smiles down at me and nods.

“You feeling better,” he questions.

I nod. “The bath helped—now all I can do is let it settle. It was just…”

“Shocking,” he supplies.

“Yeah,” I agree. “That’s it exactly.”

He looks me over as he trails his finger down the side of my face softly. “Let me wash us up real quick and then we can take this party into the bedroom.”

Whenever we’re in the bathtub or the shower, he washes me. It’s just another reason I know he feels something for me he’ll never feel for Ian. I could no sooner imagine him doting on Ian—or anyone else for that matter—than I could imagine him behind a desk working nine to five.

He makes quick work of washing us both from neck to toes and then he gets out and dries off. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he pulls a warm towel from the wall rack for me and holds it out. Stepping from the tub, I let out a contented sigh as the warm fabric envelops me.

“That towel warmer is maybe the best thing in the whole entire world,” I rave.

He grins at me as he pulls me into his arms. “You do like things on the hotter side,” he murmurs.

Looking up, I grin. “I do. In fact, I’d like something really, really hot right about now.” I rub against him suggestively and bite my lip as I look at him innocently. “Are you
up
for it?”

“Bedroom,” he commands. “Now.”

I spin fast, running for the bedroom at high speed, giggling like an idiot because I feel him hot on my heels. When I’m within range of the bed, I spring forward and dive onto it, landing with a whoosh of air. Cole is right behind me, coming behind me and pulling my towel off. I realize he’s shed his towel when I feel his erection against the back of my thigh as he wraps me in a bear hug.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says as he cups my breasts in his hands.

As he swirls his fingers over the stiffened peaks, he runs his tongue down the side of my neck.

“And you taste like heaven,” he murmurs.

Reaching my arm back, I put it around his neck and bring him forward.

“Kiss me,” I whimper.

He lets go of my right breast and brings his hand up to cup my jaw. Holding me in place, he seals my lips with his and kisses me deeply. My core clenches as his tongue slides against mine, and I moan into his mouth when he pinches my nipple.

With my free hand, I reach behind me and grip his shaft, pumping up and down slowly. Tearing his mouth from mine, he sets his forehead on my shoulder.

“Baby,” he growls.

“I need you,” I tell him softly.

“I’ve got you,” he assures me huskily.

He pulls back and helps me turn over. Spreading my legs, he leans in and starts dropping kisses on my sex. When he spreads me with his fingers and licks from bottom to top, I shiver.

“Mm,” he murmurs. “I love the taste of you so fucking much.”

My head rolls from side to side when he starts nibbling on my clit. I’ve never had anyone go down on me the way he does. My breath starts coming in gasps when he slides a finger in and curls it so he can tap against my g-spot.

“Cole,” I whimper.

The scrape of his beard against my most sensitive area makes me clench my legs against his shoulders, which earns a chuckle from him. I feel the vibration against my clit, which makes me gasp. My hands go to my breasts so I can play with my nipples. There’s a loud smacking sound as he detaches from my clit and groans.

“Fuckin’ love watching you play with those perfect tits,” he says huskily.

I arch my back as I pinch harder. “Makes me so wet,” I whisper.

He makes a choked sound before dropping his head and swirling his tongue against me aggressively. I rock against him desperately as he takes his finger out and adds another.

“Oh fuck,” I murmur. “So good!”

He works my clit like a master, the sound of my wetness apparent as he laps at me. Knowing how much he loves it only makes me more desperate.

Pinching my nipples, I twist them until it’s almost painful and then let go. I do it again and again as I thrust against his mouth. When he sucks the hood of my clit into his mouth, I shriek.

“I’m going to come!”

My breath leaves me entirely as my body starts to light up, but he stops. I let out a frustrated wail.

“No!”

Coming up over me, he covers my mouth with his and kisses me desperately. My taste is on his tongue and his beard is wet with me, and I love it. My thighs go around his waist as I grip his shoulders. The way I’m glued to him allows me to feel his cock hard and hot against my sex.

Breaking the kiss, he looks down at me with wide and lust-filled eyes. “I want to eat you while you suck me. You’ll come on my tongue while I come down your throat.”

This position is making me crazy. I want him to take me and this is like a tease. Arching up, I rub my clit against his shaft.

“Eat me later,” I whimper. “I want you inside of me, Cole. I need you to fuck me.”

“Baby—”

Letting go of his shoulders, I grip his face and force him to look at me.

“Fuck. Me. Now. I need you!”

Seeing the conflict on his face deflates me. Goddammit, when will he give me all of him? My heart drops when he pulls back, and I realize he’s going to deny me.

And then everything in me grinds to a halt when I feel the head of his cock against my opening.

“Do it,” I beg. “Do it. Please, do it.”

His jaw is clenched as he looks into my eyes and slips the head in. He stops there with just the one inch of him seated inside of me.

“I can’t go easy,” he gasps. “I need to fuck you hard. If you’re not ready—”

Grabbing his ass with my hands, I dig my fingernails in.

“Fuck me,” I command. “I’m yours.”

He slams into me hard, moving me up on the bed with the force of it. I shriek out as I feel my body trying to adjust to his size.

“Devon,” he groans. “Your cunt is perfect.”

The way he says it shouldn’t be erotic, but somehow it is. My sex clenches around him desperately as he starts thrusting in and out, battering my body with his.

“Oh fuck,” I shriek. “Oh fuck, oh, fuck, holy fuck!”

I’ve never dropped so many F-bombs at once—but the moment warrants them. His dick is like heaven inside of me, hitting every nerve ending perfectly to bring me the most pleasure possible. He fucks hard, conquering me with his cock.

“So good,” he groans. “So tight.”

I know I’m leaving nail marks on his ass and his lower back, and I don’t care. When you’re being fucked like I am right now, it doesn’t matter.

I rise up to meet his every downward thrust, screaming out when he hits that sweet spot deep inside of me again and again. The orgasm I was near earlier has roared back to life, times ten. I gasp for air as I beg him to keep going.

“Come all over my dick,” he groans.

My back arches as he goes deep and his pubic bone slams against my clit. I let out a wail as my pussy clenches and I lose it. My body hits the peak at a million miles an hour, and he fucks me through it like a madman. I’m still being hit with aftershocks when he pulls back and repositions me, lifting my legs and pushing them back against my chest.

Our eyes lock as he fucks me savagely, sweat dripping from his face down onto mine. It takes some maneuvering but when I’m able I bring my hand forward and slide it between us to feel our connection. It’s hot and wet, which means my fingers slide around effortlessly. I moan as I rub my fingers against my clit, circling softly as he thrusts.

My sex is sensitive after coming, but I still feel desperate. Bringing my hand out from between us, I lift it to him before sliding two fingers into his mouth. He sucks hard, moaning as his tongue flicks against my fingers. His eyes are liquid pools of fire as he pulls back and lets my fingers drop out.

“Tasting your cunt only makes me want to fuck you harder,” he groans. “You’re incredible.”

I tighten up against him, knowing I’m going to come again.

“Keep fucking me,” I beg. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Never,” he vows.

I love the way he fucks me, wild and desperate like he can’t get enough.

“Rub your clit,” he commands. “I want to feel this pussy coming again.”

I work my hand back between us, sliding it right to my clit without question. My breath starts coming in desperate gasps as I rub it, and I feel my arousal flooding against his dick.

“So fucking wet,” he groans. “So good.”

“Cole,” I cry. “Cole!”

“I’m going to come in you,” he whimpers as he bucks into me furiously. “So deep.”

“Yes, oh yes, oh yes,” I whimper as my head rolls from side to side.

“Come in me,” I beg. “Come, come, come!”

Somehow he fucks harder, the bed groaning in protest as we slam against each other over and over again. I feel the exact instant he loses it, the first jet of his come hot and wet inside of me. Rubbing faster, I come apart as he begins to release blast after blast inside of me.

Cole yells my name as he comes while I just yell incoherently. I’ve never let anyone come inside me before, so this is a whole new world. The feeling of his come flooding my already wet pussy is almost too much, and it’s making me come harder than I ever have.

He keeps thrusting until we’re both completely done, and then he just drops onto me, burying his face against my neck. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I hold him tight as we both gasp for air. When I can feel anything other than my still-quivering sex, I unlink my arms and slide one of my hands into his extremely damp hair.

“Sweaty,” I murmur.

He chuckles huskily. “Just burned all the calories I ate today,” he mumbles against my neck.

“Did you hear music?” I question.

“Everlong,” he answers. “Came so hard, I heard almost the whole thing.”

I sigh happily as I squeeze his waist with my legs.

“Everlong.” I like that, a lot.

W
hat do I do after the best sex of my entire fucking life? Panic. I was fine and now suddenly, I’m not. Pulling out of Devon, I wince as she clenches against me and makes an annoyed sound.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs tiredly. “Just hurts to lose you.”

Her eyes are closed, and I can tell she’s nodding off. After the day she’s had, I can’t say I blame her. Leaving the bedroom, I head into the bathroom and go right for the sink. Looking at myself in the mirror, I let out a heavy sigh. I look completely wrecked, like I just fucked for a decade.

Grabbing a washcloth, I turn on the cold water and run it under the faucet. Wringing it out, I wipe my face and chest, and then re-wet it with warmer water before washing my dick off. Jesus, the way the two of us came. It was a seismic fucking event. I scowl at my dick as it perks up at the thought of coming inside of Devon.

“Not now, fucker,” I groan.

My dick doesn’t listen. It starts to harden as memories of what just happened on my bed come at me one by one. The feeling of that first push inside her tight cunt is something I will never forget.

I’m in totally new and completely uncharted territory and I’m freaking the hell out. Being inside of her, feeling that connection—I wanted to tell her I love her. I know I do, but I just don’t know if I can handle being only with her. What if something happens to her? What then? Would I survive?

Rubbing my palm against my heart, I stare at myself in the mirror. It’s my job to keep Devon happy, so I can’t ever let on how freaked I am right now. It wouldn’t be right. Still, I need to get my shit together and make some kind of a plan. Now that Tyson knows—and he was kind enough to tell me Gavin does, too—it’s only a matter of time until Flynn knows. And once he’s clued in… I just fucking know I’ve got a real serious talk coming my way.