Scars (The Killers #5) - Brynne Asher Page 0,135

to know and see. I’m living free among society again. By necessity, I became accustomed to surviving on my own and being by myself.

I’m done with that lonely life and never want to experience it again. I’ll miss living in England, but it wouldn’t feel right any longer. Nothing feels right without Cole Carson.

My eyes fall shut and he bosses, “Don’t stop until you’re almost there.”

My lids are heavy when I open them.

“I want you needy and on the edge when you suck me off.”

I whimper and let my head fall back. I’m close and don’t want to stop.

The next thing I know, my hand is ripped from between my legs and Cole’s other arm circles my back. Our naked bodies are pressed tight and Cole is sucking my fingers that were between my legs.

He presses his hard cock to my belly and drags my fingers from his mouth with a pop before his lips land on mine.

By the time he ends the kiss, I’m breathless and rubbing my thighs together for relief.

“Love you, baby.”

His arm tightens around me when I lean into him more. “I love you, too, Cole.”

He smiles. “Okay. Now you can do whatever you want with my cock. He’s excited as hell.”

I shake my head but don’t waste any time dropping to my knees. He’s right. His cock is bobbing in front of me, long and hard and anxious.

I take him in my fist before running my tongue around his tip. He’s smooth yet salty from precum. When I draw him into my mouth, chills run down my spine, knowing this is mine forever. Cole is mine forever.

I suck him in as far as I can, hollowing my cheeks, and use my tongue. In and out and in and out.

“Sweetness.” Cole groans as he fists my hair. The sting at my roots make me suck harder and deeper and become wetter with need.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

I peek up from where I’m kneeling. As my eyes pass over every toned and cut muscle, from his cock to the tips of his shoulders, I finally find his eyes, which isn’t hard in the bright room.

Cole takes over and I’ve lost all purchase. Holding my head, he fucks my mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat with every thrust.

He stops unexpectedly and growls, “Don’t want to come in your mouth. From now on when I come, it’s only inside you with nothing between us.”

Cole pulls out of my mouth and I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. When we make it to the bed, I’m on my back and he’s standing between my legs, wasting no time.

When he thrusts inside, all is right with my world.

But when he doesn’t move, I open my eyes and frown. “What are you doing?”

Looking down at our connection, his fingers start to play.

“Oh,” I whisper, remembering where we are, whose house we’re in, and that there’s only a bathroom between us and sweet, little Abbott.

“You like this?” Cole starts to move slowly as he works my clit.

I was close before and stopping was torture.

“Cole.”

“Shh, baby.”

I clamp my mouth shut and fist the sheets beneath me.

“But breathe,” he adds.

Oh, for the love.

Two more circles of his fingers partnered with the delicious slow movements from his cock, I tip over the edge.

And it’s all I can do not to wake the county.

I barely have a moment to catch my breath when Cole pulls out and flips me to my stomach. He kicks my legs apart and enters me from behind. I have to grip the bed to hold on. His fingers bite into my hips and ass, pulling me to him to meet his every thrust.

We haven’t had many moments like this since we’ve been back together. Cole has been careful with me after surgery but not tonight. Tonight, he lets go and takes me the way he’s meant to.

Solely.

Completely.

Making me his, the way he has since the first day we met.

And that will never change.

When he finally comes, my muscles are sore under his grasp and I’m sure I’ll be sensitive in other places too. His chest hits my back, pinning me to the bed, his breaths are so labored, I feel every move he makes.

He presses his lips to my forehead before they make their way to my mouth.

But what he says surprises me.

“It’s been a month.”

I open my eyes, seeing only him.

“Sorry?”

“Our bet,” he breathes and goes on, speaking uncharacteristically like a caveman. “One month.

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