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thirty-two

Cole

Waking up with my girlfriend naked in my arms is officially the second-best way to start the morning.

The best is having Rory climb on top of me and ride me while I get to watch her tits bounce.

After we’ve exhausted ourselves, she falls down next to me on the bed before I get up and walk to the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth to clean her up.

“How do you switch up the vibe so easily?” she asks as I gently run the washcloth between her legs. “You just had me screaming your name, and now you’re over here tenderly taking care of me.”

I smile and press a kiss to her lips. “Aftercare is important, Rory girl. And I promised I’d take care of you.”

“Are you always going to take care of me?” She pulls on my hair tie, letting my hair fall down around my shoulders.

“I’ll take care of you as long as you let me, Starlight. I’m not going anywhere.”

Rory’s smile is so sweet. Her affection and warmth radiate through me, and I love the way it makes me feel.

The moment is interrupted by a loud knock at the door. “Open up, Pierce,” I hear Knox bellow, voice slightly muffled by the thick slab of wood.

Lane pipes in now. “We’ve got some questions for you.”

“And we know you’ve got some answers for us,” Josh adds.

I look down at Rory, still naked beside me, as she looks at me with wide eyes.

“Uhh… just a minute. Just need to get decent…”

“Cole!” Rory whisper yells. “I don’t have any clothing here. Putting my bridesmaid dress back on will be like a very embarrassing walk of shame.”

“Shame, huh? Didn’t seem like you felt any shame when you were riding my cock a few minutes ago.”

“Cole!”

I rear my head back and laugh before walking over to my suitcase and pulling out one of my old shirts. She catches it when I toss it to her. “Put that on. And your panties. The shirt’s large enough to probably hit your knees, but I don’t need any of them getting a peek at what’s mine . ”

Rory slides my shirt over her head as I slip into a pair of gray joggers and a white T-shirt. “Yours?” she eyes me while she finds her panties before sliding them up her gorgeous thighs.

I walk over to her, palming her ass and ghosting my lips over hers. “Mine . You’re all fucking mine, baby. And I don’t share.”

Rory kisses me as she slides her hands under my shirt, dancing her fingertips up my bare chest. “All yours. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“You know I am.”

I peck her lips one more time before I finally break away, walking over to the door to let the guys in. When I swing it open, I’m surprised to find the guys now joined by Harlow, Lucia, and Ella.

“Uh, hey, everyone. Thought it was just the guys.”

They all push past me into the room while Lucia says, “We split up this morning. We went to Rory’s room when they came here. We knew we’d find you both in one of them; we just weren’t sure which one. Knox texted Lo when you answered.”

“Of course he did,” I grumble, pinching my brow. “Do we really need to do an interrogation before having coffee?”

“Pay attention,” Harlow says, “and you’ll see that I come bearing gifts. Now, drink up.” She hands me a cup of black coffee before turning to Rory with what I assume to be a chai latte, her favorite. “You too, babe. I want to hear all about why you’re in my brother’s room wearing his shirt right now.”

A dark blush flushes across Rory’s face as everyone finds a place in the room. I join Rory on the bed as they all disperse between the sofa, floor, and window sill on the other side.

“So,” Lane says with a knowing smirk. Rory told me he caught us sneaking off at the reception. “What happened here last night?”

“Oh, I can answer that,” Josh laughs. “It smells like sex in here.”

“Well, it’s not going to smell like anything else,” Rory smirks. I love that even when she’s embarrassed or uncomfortable, she’s still so fucking confident. She’s not afraid to own who she is and what she’s done.

“Ew,” Harlow says in disgust.

“You’re the one who barged in here,” I chastise.

Ella finally speaks up. “Okay, both of you, spill. We know something is up. Rory couldn’t walk normally yesterday morning.”

I feel a smug sense of pride bloom through my chest because, yeah, I like that she can’t walk after impaling herself on my dick.

“I’m well aware of that,” I smirk, taking a sip of my coffee. “I’m the one who caused that, after all.” Rory chokes down a laugh beside me.

“So, you’re sleeping together again,” Knox states.

“You could say that,” Rory replies, a small smile on her lips.

Lucia raises her eyebrow questioningly. “Is it just sex?”

I look at Rory and squeeze her hand, smiling widely at finally getting to be a bit open. “No, it’s not.”

“Really?!” Harlow yells excitedly. “Are you together?!”

Rory leans her head against my shoulder. “Yes.”

Ella squeals and claps. “This is amazing!”

“Why are you more concerned about us?” I ask. “You literally just got married yesterday.”

Ella waves me off. “I already got to enjoy Josh last night.”

“And this morning,” Josh snickers, throwing an arm around his wife. “And we’ve got an entire honeymoon coming up.”

“He also knows I wouldn’t have shut up about this during our trip if you didn’t say anything now.”

“You guys are all creepily invested in our relationship,” Rory says. “It’s weird.”

Harlow crosses her arms and stares at us. “Do you not remember how fucking weird all of you were after Knox and I went on our first date? You were blowing up our phones.”

“I had nothing to do with that,” I chide. “In fact, I said I didn’t want to be part of that conversation because I didn’t want to hear details about how my best friend defiled my little sister.”

“I wouldn’t say defiled,” Knox smirks. “She’s quite willing.”

“Knox!” she screeches, burying her face in his chest to hide her embarrassment. It doesn’t work because we can see the blush across her neck, but she tries anyway.

Rory teases her fingers up my arm. “And now you’re defiling your sister’s best friend.”

“You’re quite willing, too, baby girl,” I growl against her ear. “I didn’t have to ask you to jump on me this morning. That was all you.”

She bites her lip and smiles mischievously. I know she’s thinking about this morning. And with everyone here, I have to fight the temptation to shove my hand under her panties to find out how wet she is while she does.

“Okay, I’d rather not watch you two jump each other’s bones while we’re here,” Harlow groans, “so let’s move on. How are you doing this?”

Rory sighs. “We have to keep it secret. You guys can’t tell anyone . If this gets back to my dad, Cole is fucked.”

“I’m going to tell my friend Ari, too, but that’s it. He may be signing with the Stars soon. But no one else on the team can know. It will be way too easy for Skip to find out.”

The room collectively lets out a breath.

Rory and I know better than anyone how difficult this is going to be, but our friends know, too. From our conversations with them before, I know we have their support, and they’ll do everything they can to help us keep it hidden.

I hate that we have to do this.

I’d shout that I’m dating Rory Fisher from the fucking rooftops if I could.

But I can’t.

And it’s going to be absolute torture not telling everyone I know.