He’s sweating more bullets than have been shot at us in the last few days.
I sent everyone home two hours ago. Crew’s men have been working on this shit day and night for Bella and me. I’m here and can give them a break, plus I wanted Bella to have tonight. She needs to fucking relax. From what I saw when I ran over to put Abbott to bed, she was doing just that. Though, my ulterior motive is for her to get to know this tribe. I need her to like them, maybe work with them, and want to be around the women so she’ll have even more reason to want to stay.
I’d like to think I’m enough of one. But I know she loves her work.
Red was not wrong about my state of mind when she wouldn’t let me bring her home. I was more than broken. I was un-fucking-done. If she leaves now, after I’ve had her here, I’m not sure how I’ll recover.
Something catches my eye on the screens in the vineyard. A body moving through the vines. I switch over to that feed on the laptop and zoom in.
Speak of my personal devil in red, even if she is dressed in all black. The women must’ve wrapped it up for the night.
I move to the front door and stand on the dark front porch. It only takes a few minutes—sticks and leaves and brush crack beneath her feet before I see her. When she finally emerges through the trees, her quick clip comes to an abrupt stop.
Silence hangs between us until I finally ask, “You have fun?”
She takes in a deep breath before closing the distance between us.
Clomp, clomp, clomp up the stairs without a word and I start to frown wondering what’s wrong until she grabs my hand before walking straight into my arms. She lifts up on her toes and I don’t lose her eyes until our mouths collide.
When it comes to Bella, I turn into a feral animal. My every emotion, action, and reaction is red-hot instinct. It hasn’t changed since day one. Nothing is more miserable than fighting the natural drive inside me that wants only her.
This moment is no different. My arms cage her and my lips possess hers, moving, taking her with me until my back slams into the front door. I refuse to lose her mouth—I’ve lived without it far too long—and fumble around until I find the knob and we fall into the house.
She yanks at my tee until her hands find my back, her nails biting into me, molding us together. I turn her and papers go flying from the dining room table before her back hits the wood.
I rip my lips from hers and don’t pretend to catch my breath as I drag my hand down her torso. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head, her tongue sneaking out to taste her lip I was mauling. “Please, Cole.”
Her eyes are hooded, maybe from the wine, but I’m going to believe it’s because she wants me and my very hungry cock. Bending at the waist, I plant my forearm by her head, brushing the hair from her face, and bump her nose with the tip of mine. “Need a condom to fuck you, sweetness. Let’s go upstairs.”
She fists my shirt and twists her hand, bringing me close until our mouths are fused again. Her tongue swims in my mouth, like it’s lost at sea and can’t find its way home. Her other arm snakes around my neck and if her leg weren’t wrapped around the back of my thigh in a vise, I might be worried she was trying to punk me by twisting me into a headlock.
It’s never actually happened but not by her lack of trying.
I press my needy cock into her pussy, separated only by her denim and my shorts. I drag my lips away long enough to look down at her. “Baby, I’m warning you, if we don’t go upstairs soon, there will be no condom and I will not pull out. As much as I like to come all over you, I don’t want that tonight.”
Her leg around my thigh tenses, daring me to pull away.
My favorite Wizards shirt is in definite danger of being shredded by a Brit possessed by desire.
And I don’t think her goal is to flip me into a headlock.
“Last chance, Bella,” I warn. “I have no desire to wrestle out of your hold. If you don’t