“He may have met his match in stubbornness,” Fallon states after she swallows the pills.
“You and Persephone both. Hell, Raven and Monroe too. You women will be a force to reckon with. Slide over. I’m climbing in.” I unbutton my pants, letting them hit the floor, and bend over to take my socks off, leaving me in only my boxer briefs.
“Jesus, Cole,” Fallon breathes out, staring at my cock.
“Ignore it. You’re not ready for me, not yet at least.” She lies on her side, hand under her cheek, and smiles.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be prepared for that.” I see the sheets shift, knowing full well those shapely legs of hers are trying to quelch the desire she’s trying to hide.
“You will be. Now, let’s get some sleep. The more rest you get, the faster you’ll heal, and I’m dead on my feet without sleep for twenty-four hours.” I lie down so I’m facing her. My hand reaches for the one that rests between our bodies, lacing my fingers with hers.
“You’re so sure of everything, aren’t you?” Fallon’s self-doubt comes through.
“Yeah, but you will be too. It just takes time, and lucky for you, I’m a patient man.” She stays quiet after that, absorbing my words that I’m sure she’ll dissect, until sleep finally takes her. That’s okay, though. I’ll guide her until she’s completely sure about the two of us.
Nine
Fallon
I wake up surrounded by warmth, an arm over my stomach, a big hand engulfing my lower stomach beneath the borrowed clothes, and there’s a thick and heavy cock pressed so close to me you couldn’t put a sheet of paper between our two bodies. That doesn’t stop me from pushing myself back into Cole, snuggling even further even though I was the one who said no cuddling. That quickly changed when he told me to turn around and wrapped his body around mine like a pretzel. It was me who passed out faster than ever, no worries plaguing my mind, not about Brad or his next ploy. Nope, instead, I found myself well rested and thinking about all the filthy things I’ve wanted Cole to do to me, with me, and everything in between.
The last time I was in my own bed, my fingers between my thighs, soaking wet, I thought about how he would hold my body up while he was on his knees on the floor. Cole wouldn’t have a stitch of clothing on, glimpses of his tattoo peeking along the edges of his neck onto his chest. He positioned my upper back so that it was pressed to the bed, making it hard for me to move, his mouth on my pussy, feasting on me, licking me from clit to ass repeatedly, fast with how he thrusted his tongue in and out, then slow and lazy laps. There was no rhyme or reason, just sweet freaking torture. Cole teased nerve endings that have never been tried before, making me only yearn to try them more, and it was just a fantasy, not even the real deal. At one point, Cole’s eyes reached mine, causing me to convulse in a quivering need. My fingers were tangled in the sheets beside my head when I planted my feet firmly on the mattress, arching up towards him, attempting to get my point across that I was ready for him to either let me come or to feel his cock inside of me. He didn’t relent or let up, though, not until one last time, and I was right on the edge, ready to finally come. Cole stopped. He freaking stopped in this fantasy, party of two, without his knowledge of what he’s done to my body in the darkness of my bedroom late at night when I couldn’t sleep.
Somehow, he managed to hold my hips up in the air while getting to his knees, thick and heavy cock pointing upwards to his navel, which I now can completely confirm since it’s pressed against my ass is just that.
“Guide me in,” he demanded in my fantasy while somehow maintaining our position, only making it that much sexier, and I know if I could convince him that my injuries weren’t too bad, he’d probably play this out in real life.
“Cole.” His name slipped out of my mouth while the head of his cock slid inside of me. It wasn’t slow and steady. Instead, he slammed into me, causing my body to shutter. God, the way his body rippled in my dream was as if it were real, and damn do I want to see that right now.
“Fallon, you better stop arching that sweet ass into my cock, or I’ll be taking you, and I know you’re still tender. Give it time, baby. I’ll have no problem giving you what you’re hell bent on tempting me with.” I must have moved more while reimagining that last time before life exploded on me.