“Maybe it was you,” I say, lifting my hips to help him pull them off. “I wear them for you.”
“Why?” he asks puzzled.
“So that you know I am not wandering around our little group knickerless.”
“Ah. I see. In that case, I definitely prefer that you wear them now. Less chance of an accident occurring when you bend over,” he says it with all seriousness. I lift my arm from my eyes and look at him to see if he is joking. I see the smile in his eyes and prop myself up on my elbows. He has reached my ankles now. He stops and takes my shoes off. Then he removes my knickers and holds the lacy black material up to me.
“I had a notion that you might want to twist these around someone’s neck,” he says with a wicked laugh.
I let out a loud unattractive snort as I grab them. “You’d be right. You know me so well.” He beams at that. “But that can wait, weren’t you making it up to me for maybe pissing me off?”
“Oh, yes. Where was I?” he says as he ducks his head, pushing my legs further apart. He gives me a little lick and I wiggle closer to his mouth.
“Don’t tease me,” I complain. He licks me again and I wiggle closer. “Cole, don’t tease me.”
A third lick and he inserts his tongue into me. “That’s better,” I say, now happy, and relax under his touch. “I’m a little less mad.” He adds his fingers, circling them against my clit. “Oh, yes, baby,” I whisper, pushing my hand into his hair. He swaps his tongue for his fingers and he gently moves them inside me as his tongue takes over on my clit. He sucks me hard and I feel the first spark of pleasure shoot through me.
“That’s it, baby,” he says to me, “Feel what I’m doing to you.”
Oh, gods, I feel it all right. In every nerve ending, I feel it. I bunch my fingers into the coverlet as I come soundlessly. I don’t usually care if people hear me, or even see me, but sometimes it’s private. Sometimes it has to be just about the two people engaging in the act and no one else.
“I love you,” I say breathlessly.
He rises up and kisses me. “I love you,” he breathes.
I fumble to get his cock out of his pants and into me. A quick shove and he is inside, driving into me quickly as he needs his own release. I pull his mouth to mine and we come together, our mouths muffling the moans of pleasure.
“Are you still maybe mad with me?” he asks.
“Definitely not,” I say with a smile. “It’s definitely not you.”
“Well, I’m not sending anyone else in here to make it up to you, so you will have to figure it out another way.”
“Fair enough. I can live with that. Although, I have a pretty good idea who has annoyed me.”
“Your overbearing, control freak, pain in my ass sire?”
“How did you guess? He’s up to something. I don’t know what.”
“Hmm,” he says non-committal, having the sense not saying anything.
“Well, whatever it is, it will have to wait. I want my wicked way with you again and this time, I get to play,” I say and roll us over so that I’m on top. I don’t care who hears us now, as Cole tickles me. I shriek with laughter and tickle him back, overpowering him with my superior strength.
“God, I love it when you do that,” he says, laughing himself now.
“Do what? Tickle you?” I say, doing it again.
“No,” he manages to get out through his laughter, “When you overpower me.”
“Really?” I stop what I’m doing. “You like that I am stronger than you?”
“Hell, yeah,” he says. “It’s fucking sexy.”
I am thrilled with his admission and I proceed to show him just how much.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-SIX
Several hours later, we are called to land by Devon, who has probably drawn the short straw to come and tell us.