Cole: The Wounded Sons, Leah Sharelle [the reading list .TXT] 📗

“We are going to tell your parents about us?”

“Yes, when I get back from Sydney,” he nodded, still scowling at me.

“So ten more days of—”

“Oaklee! For fuck’s sake, will you put me out of my misery and fucking tell me you love me, woman!” Cole demanded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his shoulders losing some of the coiled tension.

Holding out his hand to me, I stepped forward and laced our fingers, loving what the tangle of digits did to my mood. Mesmerised by the love shining from his face, my throat clogged up with so much emotion, I gave him the best truth I had.

“Do I love you? Cole, I don’t think I have ever loved anyone or anything more than how I love you,” I whispered, laying my heart at his feet, trusting him to keep it safe.

Standing there, our arms stretched out, our clasped hands the only part of us touching, Cole visibly shuddered, a low breathy ‘thank fuck’ forced from his lips.

“I was raised in a home where I was surrounded by love, and I saw it every single day. I never doubted my parent’s love for me or my extended family’s. Joining the army, I had the same feeling about my job. Being a 2nd lieutenant and a part of Team FIVE, nothing meant more to me; then I did something stupid, and out of it, I found the meaning of what love is.”

Pulling me to him, Cole’s big body crowded me in that way that made me feel secure and safe. His big hands cupping my cheeks, his eyes demanding mine.

“I love you, Oaklee, fucking need you to breathe. You are my light, baby, no matter how dark shit gets, you will always bring me to the light. I love you … I am in love with you. Nothing is going to change that.”

Tears stung the backs of my eyelids as I covered his hands with my mine. They were shaking from the sweetest, most beautiful declaration from my dark and brooding man.

“It can’t change, honey, because I am in love with you too. Since you, I have felt a healing deep inside me, and you give me the strength to be that person I always wanted to be.” Touching my lips to his, I held them there and just revelled in our love.

“You make me feel wanted, Cole, and that is all I have ever wished for.”

Groaning, Cole kissed me. The kiss was hard and demanding and fuelled with passion. A kiss that stole the air from my lungs and encased my heart, cementing our commitment to each other.

“I will never stop wanting you, baby, that isn’t possible.”

“Hmmm,” I hummed against his lips, mentally pushing away the need to repeat my mantra.

Only ten more days, I can handle that. Can’t I?

“Fuck, please baby, I don’t want to come in your mouth,” Cole groaned, but his hips lifted again, his dick hitting the back of my throat.

“Then focus, Rambo, use some of that control you are famous for,” I teased around his thick cock, dragging my mouth slowly off and swirled my tongue across the bulbous head. “Because I intend on having some fun.”

His string of colourful curses would have made me laugh had it not been for the bead of pre-cum that slipped from the tip of his dick and onto my tongue.

Yum.

Cole was not a good lover when it came to letting me give him head. And by that I meant, he rarely let me suck his dick because he was always feasting on my pussy for too long before I was begging for him to fuck me. This time, it was my turn to get my fill of his essence, and he was just going to have to suck it up because I needed this.

Shuffling on my knees, I got further between Cole’s open legs, not stopping until my breasts were pressing into his heavy balls, my nipples hard bullets and aching.

“You have no idea how sexy you look kneeling down there in front of me, my cock in your mouth, your lips puffy and wet,” Cole marvelled, stroking his fingers through my hair, holding it off my face so he could watch me.

Inspired by the look of utter desire on his handsome face, I grabbed hold of each side of his hips and took him deep into my mouth; using my hands for leverage, I began a slow rhythm. Up and down, licking and sucking, I worked his cock in and out of my mouth. Breathing through my nose and relaxing my throat, so I didn’t have to stop the delicious torture. I never thought giving head could make me so … needy, but it was. Each time Cole groaned or hissed a breathy yes, my core clenched. His fingers fisted in my hair, then let go to a more gentle hold in an attempt to control himself. I didn’t want him controlled, not that way. If today showed me anything, it was how much I love Cole and want him in my life forever. Our agreement to hide our relationship may very well blow up in our faces, but with Cole now fed up and insistent on talking to his dad, I had to believe that everything was going to work out in our favour.

Memphis would understand, as she was a lover of romance, and she lived her own fairy tale every single day with her own knight in black leather. She wouldn’t deny me my own HEA, not her. Creed though? I was leaving it up to Cole to deal with him.

Moaning around his cock, I pushed all thoughts of family drama and guilt aside and concentrating all my efforts on loving Cole.

He loves you, and you love him, nothing else matters.

Suctioning my lips down the outside of his shaft, I sucked until I reached his tight balls, wetting them