Page 54 of Ruining Him

“What the fuck are you doing?” I grunt.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Lana. I’ll give you what you need,” he says, grabbing my hips and moving me so my ass sits in the middle of the table rather than on the edge before he takes a seat on the bench and pulls me a little closer. I lean back on my elbows, completely spread out for him before he dives in.

His tongue circles my clit once more and his fingers enter me, moving inside me slowly before he pulls them back out.

I swear, I’m going to kill him if he keeps teasing me. Before I can call him out on it, though, I hear a clicking noise before the sound of vibration reaches me, and I lift my head to see what he’s doing.

Did he… did he seriously bring a dildo out here with him?

“Is your dick broken or something? Is that why you brought that with you?” I ask, my raspy voice the only sound in the otherwise silent night.

He chuckles. “Nah, baby. I don’t mind having a little assistance as long as it makes you feel good. I’m man enough to know you can never go wrong with playing with toys from time to time,” he says before slipping the toy inside me. The mixture of sensations from the vibrations hitting my G-spot to his mouth being back on me makes me buck up from the bench, needing more, needing… everything.

And he gives me it.

He fucks me harder with the toy, his mouth lapping at my clit before he pinches it between his teeth, rolling it and bitingdown on me until I’m a writhing mess and ready to fall over the edge.

“Cole,” I gasp, needing to tell him I’m close but not quite able to find the words.

“I know, little menace. Come for me,” he rasps, and his words send me spiraling. My body heats as my head is thrown back with a silent moan. I try to muffle my whimpers and groans as I come all over his mouth and the toy, not holding back as I grind my body harder against him until I’m a sated, wrung-out mess.

“Told you I could be a good boy for you,” he whispers, and I sit up, staring down at him. The only thing running through my mind right now is?—

“Lana, hey.” Cole’s sister’s voice brings me back to the present, and I turn to find her jogging over to me, clearly breathless.

“Uhm, hi?” I say, though it comes out as more of a question.

Why is she talking to me?

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

I raise a brow in question, waiting for her to explain herself.

Looking at her up close, I can see the resemblance between her and Cole. They have the same hair color and eyes, but where he’s all hard ridges, she’s soft and sweet. Even now, when she’s clearly worried about something, she has a small smile painting her lips that just screams innocence.

“Cole has been in a mood all day and won’t talk to me or any of the guys. I was hoping you could give it a try?”

I’m sorry… what?

“Why would he talk to me when he hasn’t to any of you?” I ask. The idea seems ludicrous.

And so what if Cole is in one of his bitch fits? How is that my problem?

“Because you and him are…” She trails off, shaking her head. “Never mind that, I just know that you two have been spending time together and figured if anyone could get it out of him, it would be you.”

What the fuck?

“You know we’re not actually dating or anything, right?” I say slowly.

“I know,” she says almost too quickly, and I raise a skeptical brow.

I’m so damn confused right now.

Sure, me and Cole have been fucking around, but that doesn’t equate to us being in a relationship.

Cole’s problems are not my problems. Just like mine aren’t his.

“Just forget it, okay?” she says with a smile and starts backing up. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure he’ll come out of it eventually.”