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"Ivy is a lucky girl." I felt my face heat up. I hadn't expected the display. But then, Cole moved. He yanked his own shirt off in one violent motion. The air seemed to leave the clearing. Cole was a masterpiece of lethal power—wider shoulders, deeper chest, and a jagged scar on his right shoulder that screamed of old battles. He looked like a king of the wild. I tried to keep my eyes on Noah, but Cole’s presence was a physical weight. He noticed me looking and smirked, a cruel, triumphant tilt of his lips.

Cum spills from both ends, a milky-white stream leaking from the seams where Diesel and I are buried inside him. His legs tremble, his toes curl, and his hips jerk as he starts shooting over himself, untouched, like a fountain. He shoots all over his abs, the sticky, pearly fluid pooling in the dips and crevices of his six-pack. Cole is furiously jacking himself off, his fist a blur. His body quakes, his mouth opens, and with a hoarse shout, he shoots for a second time, his release landing in long ropes across Micah’s heaving chest.

Adrian asked with a shaky smile. "I'm an optimist," Cole said, kicking his jeans off completely. He was naked now, his powerful body on full display in the dim, rainy light of the shelter. He grabbed Adrian's hips and pulled him to the edge of the table, spreading the lawyer's legs wide. "And I saw the way you looked at me when you walked in this morning." Cole dropped to his knees again, but this time he didn't go for Adrian's cock. He pushed Adrian's thighs further apart and buried his face between the lawyer's ass cheeks.

I choke out without thinking, because at the moment, I needed it—no rational thinking would subdued this, would subdue what they had over me. “Beg for it, then,” Finn says. “Beg like the desperate whore who couldn’t keep her legs closed for her own players.” Tears spill hot down my frozen cheeks. “Please let me come. Please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything—” “Not yet,” Cole cuts in. He stands up and walks over, and crouches behind me. I feel the heat of him seconds before his palm lands between my shoulder planes, pressing me flatter to the floor. “Back on your hand. Add a third finger this time. Stretch that pretty pussy until it hurts.”

MAYA Of all the people that Miss Waters could pick. How am I going to concentrate when its freaking Cole? He is shirtless, and his abs look like they were chiseled by a master sculpture. He is glistening with sweat, and his chest moves as he breathes heavily from his workout. “Dear moon goddess, please help me.” I murmur under my breath. “Keisha.” Cole nods at Miss Waters. “Hello, Cole.” She returns his acknowledgement.

I didn't mind that she wasn't wearing anything underneath since she was leaving with me. Having her naked would mean unrestricted access to her body. Her other hand was back under her shirt, stroking up and down her chest. Her hips were thrusting. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. I turned fully to watch her, not caring that I would be caught if she looked my way. I wasn't scared, mind you. Getting caught would mean I got to march over there and do justice to the body she was presenting to me. 'And fuck her!' Cole chirped in.

I replied with a smile on my face while I was in the bathroom but my eyes widened and my face turned pale when Cole pushed himself inside the bathroom. "What are you doing here?!" I asked, trying to cover my breast with my hands. "What are you hiding?" He raised his brows, walking into the bathroom while the door closed on its own. "Cole, please." My cheek turned red and my eyes didn't dare to meet him. "If you don't feel comfortable being naked, I can be naked just for you to see me like that," He spoke with a smirk plastered on his lips. "Cole, I want to bath, please go out of the–"

“Yeah.” The nakedness thing was rapidly becoming a big deal. Parts of her body she'd never previously considered—her elbows and knees and flanks—were getting prickly and self-conscious. “Look, uh, why are you…I mean…why am I…did we…” He put down the paper. Turned the impossible blueness of his eyes on her. All ice this morning. “Cole, are you seriously asking if I fucked an inebriated child immediately after extricating her from a situation that would very likely have devolved into rape?”

I felt the moment Cole registered Finn's hands on him, felt the slight intake of breath against my lips. I pulled back just enough to let him look. Finn was right there, close behind me, one hand on my shoulder and one on Cole's. Looking at Cole with those patient green eyes and a mouth that wasn't quite smiling but was very close. "Still okay?" Finn asked. Cole looked at him. Something moved across his face — complicated and wondering and settling, all at once. "Yeah," he said. "More than." Finn smiled then. The real one, the unguarded one that he didn't give to everyone. He leaned in past my shoulder and kissed Cole.

He did not know whether or not his son was well endowed, but it was a shameless act to send naked photos to a girl! How could Cole go that far with a woman he had just met not too long ago? Henry tightened his hand around his phone, then stormed over to Cole's room. He kicked the door open with a bang. He went up to Cole, who was lying in bed, then yelled, "You shameless piece of sh*t! You ruined the marriage! Why did you have to send naked photos to Jenny Gibson?!" Cole was in the middle of playing a mobile game, but his eyes widened when he heard his father's accusations. He was dumbfounded.