Page 10

10

COLE

Am I smiling too much?

Shit.

I couldn’t help it. Ever since finishing up breakfast with Dylan, I felt like I had a smile stuck on my face for the rest of the day. I was currently watching him dash around the barn, climbing up ladders, pulling down lights, giving out orders to the myriad of Amber’s assistants. It was always so impressive watching him in action as he casually juggled an endless to-do list like it was nothing at all.

Mine.

I’d offered Dylan a ride back from the diner, which gave us a few minutes of privacy. We hadn’t done more than make-out in the backseat, our hands eagerly exploring each other again. I wanted to do more with him, my body itching to claim Dylan as mine. Honestly, ever since this morning, I’d been having visions of bending him over a table, making him scream my name, making him come all over my hand as I stroked his cock?—

“Are you… smiling?” Amber asked, her tone suspicious. She’d sidled up next to me without me realizing, my brain stuck on craving Dylan.

“What? I’m not allowed to smile?”

“Not really, no. Levi smiles. Shane ponders. And you do whatever Dad does. Plan. Execute. Succeed.”

“You make me sound cold and unfeeling.”

“I feel like you used to take that as a compliment.” She smirked. “Seriously, though. What’s going on with you, Cole? What are you so happy about?”

“Maybe I’m just happy about the McMillan deal.”

“Oh? Did they agree to sell you the place?”

“It’s pretty close. I think.”

“Smiling before the papers are signed? That isn’t like you at all.” She hummed, tilting her head to the side. “Which means, this isn’t about the McMillan deal, is it?”

“Maybe I’m just coming down with something.”

“Some kind of emotion-based flu, sure—Shit! Dylan!” My sister’s response went from playful to dead serious. “The ladder!”

I looked over at Dylan, the ladder wobbling underneath him. Without thinking, I crossed the barn in a flash, steadying the ladder as best as I could, Dylan’s fingers held tight to the rung in front of him. Dylan slightly shifted and the ladder wobbled again, this time causing him to lose his grip. As he fell towards the barn floor, I reached out for him, intent on catching him in my arms.

He landed in a perfect cradle, the ladder falling down right beside us.

“Are you okay? Tell me you’re okay…” I murmured.

“Don’t—you shouldn’t—” Dylan started, his eyes wide. “We look like a scene out of some kind of romantic drama. If you don’t want people to know about us…”

“I don’t give a shit about that right now, Dylan. I just need to know if you’re okay.”

“I’m okay…” His skin flushed as he looked up at me. “Now, put me down.”

“Whatever you say, baby .”

“I hate you so much right now,” Dylan groaned, as I let him out of my arms. Amber came running up to us, then, wild with concern.

“Dylan! Oh, my God! Are you okay?”

I stepped away from the conversation, just as Dylan looked over at me, our eyes meeting from across the room. I flashed him a smile before heading out of the barn completely, thoughts of holding him in my arms all over again casually making their way through my head.

“Uh, this place is huge.”

Dylan walked through the front door of my personal cabin on the ranch, his gaze quickly taking everything in. “Like, this is pretty much a mansion huge. Did you know that you lived in a mansion? Or am I the first person to tell you?”

I looked around the room, no longer noticing the size of the place. I’d gotten used to the high ceilings, the grand staircases, the oversized windows with blinds that I could control with my voice. Honestly, I’d gotten so used to my home as just a place to get some sleep after a long day of work, there wasn’t any magic to it anymore.

There was also the fact that I hadn’t chosen any of it for myself.

“It was inherited.” I closed the door behind him. “If it was up to me, it’d be a lot more… reasonable.”

“I think it’s reasonable. And outrageous. All at the same time.” Dylan grinned. “Seriously, though. It’s gorgeous.”

He paused for a moment. “Inherited? From your Dad?”

I nodded. “He built a separate place for himself on the ranch. I think he wanted something more manageable, the older he got.”

“You really are the favorite son, huh?”

“People keep telling me that. Doesn’t feel like it.”

“Why not?”

“We don’t have to talk about that right now.”

“You’re right. We don’t. Besides, what’s the point of ruining the mood?” Dylan smiled as he closed the distance between us, his hands going up to my shoulders. “Thanks for saving my life earlier, by the way. I owe you one.”

“You owe me one?” I hummed, wrapping my arms around Dylan’s waist. “Can I cash that in right now?”

“What do you want to cash it in for?”

“You.”

“How much of me?” Dylan’s words were hesitant, his gaze locked on mine.

“All of you.” I pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I want all of you, Dylan.”

“Take me to your bedroom?”

“Not yet, baby,” I murmured, my mouth kissing down the side of his throat. I used my grip on his waist to pull him down to the couch next to us, not stopping until I hovered over him, my body on top of his. I kissed him again, this time on his lips, my tongue deepening the kiss as it went on. I loved how he felt underneath me, his body perfectly angled against mine, our chests breathing in time.

I smiled to myself as I felt him getting harder underneath me, his cock pressing against my thigh. “Is there something you wanted to talk about, baby?”

“Nope. Can’t think of a single thing.” Dylan’s response came out breathy. “Don’t stop touching me. Please.”

I moved away from him slightly, just enough to reach a hand down between us, my palm rubbing against his still clothed cock, running up and down the length of him. “You sure there’s nothing you wanted to talk about?”

“Cole,” Dylan whined my name, and it was the most perfect sound. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I’m not teasing you, Dylan. I’m just making you feel good.” I continued playing with his cock through his pants, feeling him getting harder and harder in my hand. “I want to make you come like this. I’m going to make you come like this.”

“You don’t want me to take my pants off?”

“No. I want to make a total mess out of you.” I kissed him sweetly on the cheek. “I want you covered in so much of your come… and my come… I want how much you want me… and how much I want you… to be undeniable.”

“Fuck.” Dylan groaned and closed his eyes. “Fuck, I’m way too close?—”

“Come for me, baby,” I whispered in his ear. “Show me how much you want me…”

“Cole… Cole…” His breaths came out quick, his cock tensing in my hand. “I’m coming?—”

I closed my mouth over his, kissing him as he whimpered and shivered. When he was finished, I slipped my hand underneath the band of his pants, my fingers heading straight for the wet tip of his shaft. I circled it with my fingertips before bringing it back up to my lips, licking the taste of him off my hand.

Dylan blushed bright red as he watched me. “Why do you keep—when you do that it’s?—”

“Because you’re mine, that’s why,” I reminded him. “And if I want to taste you, I’ll taste you as much as I want.”

Before he could say anything else, my hands were at the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head. I went for his pants next, finally pulling them away from his legs, his boxers following right after. His shaft bobbed free, still wet with his come. Instinctively, I reached down and licked the rest of his come off his tip, casually cleaning him up.

“Wait, Cole—” Dylan whined again. “I just came?—”

“Don’t worry, baby. I was just cleaning you up a little bit.” I playfully winked. “I’m not interested in torturing you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He pouted.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“You’re still so fucking cute.” I grinned, my eyes scanning up and down his perfect body. My grin turned into a serious line, as a thought suddenly crossed my mind. “I… uh… I think I want to try something.”

“What is it?”

“Not here.” I moved away from the couch before placing my hands underneath him. A few seconds later and he was in my arms, as I carried him to my bedroom. Dylan wrapped his arms around my neck for good measure, a bright laugh escaping his chest.

“You’re developing a real thing for cradling me like this.”

“Maybe I’m developing a real thing for sweeping you off your feet .”

Once we’d crossed the threshold to my bedroom, I softly placed Dylan on the bed. He looked right at home against my bedsheets, visions of me spooning him to sleep quickly occupying my mind. My bed was way too large for one person, something I’d never really thought too much about until right this very moment.

“This is so comfortable.” Dylan sighed, spreading his arms against the sheets. “You must sleep like a king.”

A few moments of making bed angels passed, and then he propped himself up on his elbows. “What did you want to try with me, Cole?”

“I…want to eat you out.”

“Oh.”

“Are you good with that?”

Dylan quietly nodded. “Do you want me to get on all fours or?—”

“Just face the headboard, baby,” I instructed.

And Dylan did as he was told, rearranging himself until he faced away from me, his hands and knees on the bed. I slid up behind him, lowering myself until I was at just the right angle…

And then, my mouth was on him.

Fuck.

He tasted divine.

I felt my own cock growing hard in my jeans, desperate for me to stroke it. I somehow managed to ignore it, wanting to focus on making Dylan feel amazing. I ran my tongue in light circles around his rim, trying to feel how he reacted to my every move. Feeling his breath catch in his chest, I added more pressure to the flick of my tongue, still moving in circles around him. Soon, Dylan was moaning, his hips pushing back against my mouth.

More.

I wanted to hear him moan like that more.

I moved my mouth away from his hole, replacing my tongue with one of my fingers. I slid my finger in and out of him, slowly, rhythmically, watching for his response. When he shuddered and let out a deep groan, I added another finger, repeating the same motion. His hips pushed back against my hand, and I could see that his cock was already hard for me again. I used my other hand to stroke his shaft a few times, teasingly running my thumb along his weeping slit.

“Cole… Cole, please….”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please, fuck me…” He whimpered. “I want… I want you inside me…”

I stopped what I was doing and leaned over to my nightstand. I let out a sigh of relief when I opened the top drawer and found a row of condoms and some lube from a couple of years ago, everything still unexpired. I set the condom and lube down on top of the nightstand, my hands now busy taking off my clothes. When my shirt, jeans, and boxers were on the floor, I slid the condom over my hard cock, a groan escaping my mouth as I did.

Fuck.

I want Dylan so bad right now.

I spread the lube over my fingers before placing the cap back on. I got back in place behind Dylan, once again fingering him, wanting to make sure his hole was ready for me. Dylan’s hips continued to shamelessly grind against my hand, his moans sounding more desperate by the minute. Something inside me was responding to it, loving every sound he was making, loving that I was the one making him feel like that.

Am I the only one who makes him feel like that?

The question crossed my mind, just as I brought my cock up to his waiting hole. I slowly slid inside him, my hands holding onto either side of his waist.

Mine.

A wave of possession hit me as I thrust into him for the first time, my hips steady behind him.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I picked up the pace, thrusting inside him, my shaft pulling all the way out before slamming right back into him.

“Cole! Cole! Fuck!”

“Tell me that you’re mine, Dylan. Tell me that no one else gets to fuck you like this.”

“I’m… I’m yours…” Dylan’s breath hitched on every word. “No one…no one else gets to fuck me like this…”

Dylan shivered underneath me, and I reached a hand between us to grab for his cock. I started to pump my fist up and down his shaft as I fucked him deep, his precome leaking all over my fingertips. I could feel my possessiveness taking over again as I brought him closer and closer to coming for me, some part of me wanting him to be mine completely.

“Have you ever been fucked like this before, Dylan? Does anyone else make you feel as good as me?”

“No…” Dylan sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “No…no one else makes me feel this good…”

“Am I the only one you want, Dylan?”

“You’re… you’re the only one I…” Dylan whimpered as he came for me, his come spilling against my palm. While he was still trembling, I slid all the way out of him, casually shifting him onto his back before pushing my cock back inside him. I then held his legs up on either side of my waist as I locked eyes with him, my shaft pumping into him hard.

“What… did I tell you… about looking at me like that?” Dylan shook his head as he spoke. “You’re… going to make me think… the wrong thing.”

“And what’s the wrong thing?”

“That you have… actual feelings… for me…” Dylan let out a light laugh. “I… only belong to you… while I’m here, right? So, when I’m gone… none of this counts… anymore…”

“What if I wanted to keep you for longer?”

“Do you? Want to keep me for longer?”

“Would you let me?”

“I’d let you do whatever you wanted with me, Cole Stratton.”

Dylan’s words sent me right over the edge, my cock exploding inside him. It took me a few moments to catch my breath as I slid down next to him on the bed, his head soon resting on my chest. I wrapped an arm around him as he closed his eyes, murmuring something about never being fucked like that in his life . He fell asleep a little after that, and I followed right behind him, my mind empty of every thought except for one.

Dylan.