《The Way He Looked at Me》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

“Nathan!” I gasp, clinging to him like a lifeboat. “Hi! Where have you been?”Before he can answer, Cole cuts in. “Did you eat breakfast?”Nathan tilts his head, hands on hips, ready for battle. “Yes. But pancakes. Still feels unfair.”Cole’s eyes snap, decisive. “I understand. But eggs are eaten. Pancakes? We move on.”His voice steady, deep, absolute shivers down my spine. I swear my bones go slack. If Cole commanded me, I’d dissolve into a puddle. Do whatever. Anything.And for a second, I consider that I would.Whatever he whispered to Nathan, it worked. Cole’s hand lands heavy and protective on Nathan’s shoulder, and for a beat, the kid can’t help but grin. “Now, don’t you have some news for Carter?”Nathan’s eyes flash like fireworks. “It’s not news. It’s the biggest news ever!” All thoughts of breakfast battles vanish. I half-expect him to announce we’re moving to Timbuktu or something equally monumental. His excitement is nuclear, impossible to ignore.Nathan scrapes his teeth

“Yeah,” I say, maybe a little too eagerly. “Good to get it out of your system.”The air shifts again, heavy with unspoken things. My pulse spikes. The hum between us doesn’t fade. It grows.And I realize, with a sudden jolt, this isn’t just a conversation.Not anymore.Carter’s laughter fills the room, loud and unrestrained, and I can’t help laughing too, even though I have no clue why. The wine has loosened my brain and muddled my thoughts, and the way he looks tonal, vibrant, almost impossible is dizzying. Dark hair, pale skin, sharp cheekbones. Pink lips. Blue eyes that feel like they’re drilling straight into me.“Hey,” he blurts, catching his breath, “you know what’s funny?”I shake my head, dumbly, bracing for whatever’s coming.“If this were porn,” he says, and I blink. “You’d have asked me for a blowjob an hour ago.”I freeze, staring at him, trying to unscramble the words, make sense of them, but my brain refuses to cooperate.Carter goes bright pink, sits straighter, mutteri

I trace his shoulder, fingers pressing into the curve, slipping beneath the visor of his cap to cradle the tension there. “Even if it means kneeling?” I ask, voice low, deliberate.“Yes,” he whispers, breath shaky but unwavering. “I want that.”I lift him effortlessly, hands firm but gentle on his arms. He rises, wide-eyed, trembling. I grab a throw pillow and drop it at my feet.“Kneel,” I command.He obeys instantly, as though gravity itself has been rewired to serve me. The sight steals my breath. My blood roars. Everything in me tightens, electric, molten. Already, the sound escapes him a soft, restrained whimper that presses against the walls of my skull. He’s reacting before I’ve even touched him.I move, unthinking, urgency fueling my hands. My belt is free in a slick, desperate motion, leather singing through the loops.Carter swallows hard, eyes blown wide, pupils dark, consuming. Every twitch of him, every shiver under my gaze, ignites a fire I didn’t know could burn hotter.

Carter Blake POVDawn hasn’t arrived yet. The clock says sometime between three and four in the morning when the full weight of my stupidity finally crashes down on me.I’ve been home for hours, dragged here on the tail end of pure, blinding lust that somehow kept my legs moving long enough to reach my bed. I barely remember getting there. I remember the taste of Cole Williams, though. That memory stuck. It carved itself down the back of my throat, and every time I swallow, I swear I can still feel where he’d been.Even now.Which is ridiculous, because it’s been hours. There’s no way that sensation is real anymore. It has to be in my head some twisted leftover from a night fueled by terrible judgment and questionable mental stability. Honestly, it wouldn’t shock me if I developed a whole medical condition based purely on bad choices and emotional instability.I rode that wave of blowjob euphoria all the way to s

He’s trying to hide the grin.Which shouldn’t be hot.It really shouldn’t.And yet somehow it’s unbearably hot.By the time I finally figure out how to swallow my coffee, the heat from it travels straight down my throat… down my chest… lower… lower… until it lands somewhere that absolutely does not need extra warmth right now.Fantastic.Perfect timing.I have no idea how long we’ve been sitting here in silence, but I’m pretty sure this exceeds the socially acceptable limit for two humans sharing a porch swing and not speaking.Usually I’d jump in and save us. I’d grab a random topic weather, sports, weird news headline and run with it like a marathon sprinter.Today?Not happening.Because Cole is here.And he hasn’t told me to fill the silence.He’s closer than he normally sits. Not by much. Just enough t