Page 37 of Reunion
His eyelids fluttered shut briefly with the praise, then blinked wide. He started shaking his head at my grin. “I don’t trust that smile at all. Oh my god, you bought that giant dildo, didn’t you? God, you’re such a perv. There’s no way. Noway.”
“Even after all these months, you doubt me.” I guided him toward the door, laughing as he continued to protest. “But then again, you did the same with the clothespins,” I pointed out.
A flustered shiver ran over Cole’s shoulders and transmitted arousal straight to my cock. “Oh yeah,” he exhaled. “That did work out nicely.”
“Which makes your lack of faith in me all the more disturbing.” At the curb, I opened the door to the passenger side of the car and urged him inside. Visions of his nipples pinched tight and angry between the clips taunted me. We’d both come so hard that time we’d been useless for the rest of the day.
“It’s a punishable offense, I’d think.” Cole wriggled in the seat as I slid into the driver’s side and cranked the car. “Guess you’ll have to spank me again.”
“There are other methods of punishment. Like…” I glanced over at him and flashed a sharp smile. “Not letting you come until I get back from my trip.”
Cole’s mouth fell open. “That’s just mean. Couldn’t you do the clothespins again?”
“That’s not exactly how this works.” I powered up the radio and eased into the flow of traffic as Cole hmphed and pulled out his phone, swiping at the screen. Despite his protests, the bulge in his trousers said he was very much on board. I reached over the console and danced my fingertips up his thighs until he gasped.
“Distracting.”
“Not sorry,” I countered.
Cole flashed his phone screen at me. “Mom wants to know if we want to come over for dinner tomorrow night.”
“Ask her if she’ll make a cake for dessert.”
“You know I won’t be able to keep a straight face. I have Pavlovian reactions now. I’m ruined.”
“Which is where the fun comes in.”
Cole laughed, then tapped out a reply on his phone. “Okay, done, and she says yes.”
I nosed the car into a parking spot in the garage beneath our apartment, then got out and opened the door for Cole. The corners of his lips tipped up as I extended my hand to him. “What’s that look for?”
“Remember when I broke my ankle junior year?” Cole slid his hand into mine. “And you brought me every video game you had from home and texted me five billion times a day to make sure I was doing everything the doctor said.”
“I went a little overboard,” I agreed. I’d worried about Cole incessantly because he’d been nervous he’d miss too much school and frustrated over the early end to his soccer season after he’d practiced all summer to get better.
I slammed the door behind him and clicked my key fob to lock it, then turned to head toward the elevators. But Cole didn’t move. The pressure of his grip on my hand swiveled me back around to face him.
“I liked it then, and I like it now.” He stepped closer, running the tip of his nose along my collarbone. “How you’re always considering me, always thinking about what I might want or need. I don’t think I’ve ever really had that with anyone else before. But I’m glad it’s you.”
My breath caught in my chest as Cole tipped his chin up and met my eyes. It still blew my mind that I got to look into those baby blues as often as I wanted now, and there was never a day I took it for granted. I ran a thumb over his cheekbone, and Cole’s expression softened for just a moment before he brushed his lips over mine and asked in a too sweet voice, “Would you like your handkerchief back now?”
Caught between wanting to laugh and wanting to throttle him, I kissed him again, instead, then snatched my handkerchief back and jerked my head toward the elevators. “Get inside, you brat. I’ve got devious plans.”
He grinned. “Is it going to be a long night?”
“Very.” I assured him, knowing that in the morning that followed, there would be Cole wrapped around me, croissants from Chester’s, the promise of a lazy Sunday ahead of us. And, inside the filter basket of the Mr. Coffee machine, which he still bitched about constantly, a platinum band awaiting him.
—The End—