Make Me Yours (Bellamy Creek #2) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,26
beg him to forget he’d ever read those words and make him promise he’d never speak of them again.
Then I’d move to Montana.
No, no, that wasn’t far enough.
Mumbai. That should do it.
Choking back tears of shame, I typed OMG I AM SO SORRY! PLEASE FORGET YOU EVER—
But before I finished what I wanted to say, my phone buzzed in my hand.
Cole: My belt.
Huh? For a second, I just stared at his text in confusion.
Then he wrote again.
Cole: My gun belt. That’s what I’d take off next.
Oh.
My.
God.
Cole: If I’m in uniform and I had the baton, I must be wearing it.
My pulse roared like a freight train. My fingers trembled.
Cole: Keep going.
I took a deep breath and began to type.
Me: OMG. You were not supposed to see that.
Cole: Too late now. Are you going to tell me the rest?
Me: Do you really want to hear it?
Cole: Yes.
Biting my lip, I jumped out of bed, rushed over to my closed bedroom door, and locked it. Climbing back under the covers, I paused, my heart galloping out of control.
Could I really do this? Did he really want me to? He must, I decided. Because Cole did not play games. He didn’t really flirt or even make dirty jokes. When he said something, he meant it.
And I might never get this chance again.
I tapped the blank text box, my fingers poised, my breath coming fast. But I was terrified to dive in. I had to sit next to him at the Thanksgiving dinner table tomorrow!
Cole: Did you forget where you left off?
Me: No. I have stage fright.
Cole: You were begging me to fuck you. What happens after that?
Okay. Okay. We were doing this.
I made up my mind right then to just let go.
Me: You take off your belt. Unzip your pants. You take your cock in your hand.
Cole: I’m so fucking hard.
I dropped the phone and fanned my face. Did he mean right now? Or in the story? Either way, my entire body flushed with heat. My nipples grew stiff and tingled with pleasure.
I picked up the phone again. I’d never sexted anyone before, but I knew this story front to back. I’d imagined every little detail.
Me: You tease me, stroking yourself and making me watch. I want you inside me.
Cole: I want your clothes off.
Me: I’m only wearing a T-shirt and panties. It’s the middle of the night, remember?
Cole: Take them off.
I smiled as I typed.
Me: I can’t. You cuffed me, Officer Mitchell.
Cole: Take them off. Right now.
The smile faded from my lips. I’d never heard him be so demanding before. I did what he asked and lay back.
Me: Now what?
Cole: Keep going.
I bit my lip.
Me: First tell me something. Are you really hard?
Cole: Yes.
Me: You’ve got me so hot, Officer. Hot and wet and desperate for you.
Cole: Spread your legs.
I did, imagining it was him pushing my knees apart.
Me: What are you going to do to me?
Cole: First I’m going to taste you. Then I’m going to fuck you.
My jaw dropped. This wasn’t the path my fantasy usually took. Somehow Cole was controlling it like a Choose Your Own Adventure book.
Cole: Put your hand between your legs.
Me: I won’t be able to type.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated. He was calling me.
Oh my God, he was calling me.
“Hello?” I whispered, pulling the covers over my head.
“Do what I say.” His voice was so low I could barely hear it.
“Okay.” Licking my fingers first, I reached between my thighs.
“Can you feel my mouth on you?”
I rubbed my wet fingertips over my clit in soft, slow circles, imagining it was his tongue. “Yes.”
“I can taste you. I swear, I can fucking taste you.” He sounded different, and not just because he had to be so quiet. There was something in his voice I’d never heard before—an urgency, a quiet intensity that had me burning up from the inside out.
“Cole,” I whispered, the flames licking higher inside me. “It feels so good.”
“I want to make you come.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, unable to believe what I was hearing, unable to stop my hips from rocking beneath my hand to the soundtrack of his heavy, ragged breath in my ear. In no time at all, I was hovering on the brink. “I’m so close.”
“Me too.” His voice was raw. “God, I want to fuck you.”
“Do it,” I breathed. “Right now. Don’t stop until you come.”
For a moment, I heard nothing but low, hushed sounds that turned me on even more as I imagined him struggling, like I was, to stay