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DYLAN

The barn closest to Amber’s cabin had quickly become Wedding HQ #2. While it was nice to have some space of my own to think, her assistants mostly working out of the wedding planning cabin, I felt like I was losing my mind. I’d been flickering different lights on and off, plugging them in, taking them out, trying to see which combination would be the perfect mood lighting for the indoor/outdoor reception. The lights needed to be warm but not too harsh, and definitely nothing that would wash out the effect of the sparkling night sky.

In practice, all of this just looked like me running around the barn like a maniac.

It didn’t help that I was only half able to concentrate, still thinking about Cole’s weirdness from earlier.

Why is he acting like that?

He wanted to kiss me but not talk to me. He wanted to ruin any chance of someone else asking me out even though we both knew Cole would never ask me out himself because he was straight ? —

Shit.

Maybe that was the problem. Cole didn’t want me blabbing to anyone about kissing me. He wanted to make sure I kept it a secret and the best way to do that was to make sure I was never out of his sight. I groaned at the realization, desperately counting down the days until I was done with Cole and Stratton Ranch. I never signed up to be a pawn in some straight guy’s weird little game of I-kiss-random-people-when-I’m-bored chess?—

“Hey.” Cole’s voice interrupted my thoughts. He stepped inside the barn, wearing a nervous smile. “Are you wrapping up for the day? Or does my sister have you working through the night?”

“No.”

“What?”

“Absolutely not.” I held up a finger in warning. “I don’t have time for whatever this is, Cole! I truly don’t. Just let me do my job and you do yours.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Yes! Oh, my God!” I couldn’t believe the question he’d just asked me. “You’ve been weird since last night and you haven’t apologized for any of the weirdness.”

“What would I need to apologize for?”

“For kissing me as some sort of fucked up boost to your ego? For chasing off a nice guy who actually knows what he wants? A guy who’s not just straight and bored?”

“You’re so dismissive.” Cole’s voice was low.

“What?”

“You keep doing this, poking and poking at me. Like I’m… doing something wrong,” he went on. “And it’s really starting to piss me off. I’m not just some asshole, Dylan. I’m not the villain here.”

“I don’t care what you are, Cole. Just please! Let me work—” My words were cut off by Cole quickly closing the distance between us, not stopping until we were face to face. “Cole, what the fuck are you?—”

Fuck.

He was kissing me again. And here I was, melting right into it. Unlike our first kiss, this one had a different kind of heat behind it, like Cole had something to prove. His hands were tight around my waist, and I groaned against his mouth, our tongues meeting in the middle. I wrapped my arms behind his broad shoulders, linking my hands together there. As much as it felt like he didn’t want me to move away from him, I made it obvious that I didn’t want him to go anywhere either.

A few moments later, he brought his mouth down to the side of my neck, his lips making quick contact with my skin. I groaned again as he pulled my skin between his teeth, right before letting it go, his lips pressed tight along the area?—

“Cole!” I tried to move my neck away from him once I realized what he was doing. “Are you seriously trying to give me a hickey?”

“Just a habit,” he murmured.

“It’s a little possessive, don’t you think?”

“Do you really want Alex flirting with you the whole time you’re here?”

“Do you really want people asking why the wedding planner has a hickey?” I replied. “Besides, you don’t have to worry about Alex.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yep. I know. Because I’m going to make you forget all about him.” Cole lightly chuckled before bringing his mouth back to my neck, planting kisses up and down my skin. His hands slipped underneath my shirt, his palms shamelessly searching my chest. I whimpered at the feel of his bare hands all over me, soon returning the favor.

Fuck.

His chest was like steel, all hard muscles. Before I had a chance to keep exploring, Cole shifted my hands away from him, placing them back around his shoulders. I was about to call him a control freak when I felt him lifting me up by the waist. I wrapped my legs around him, instinctively, and Cole brought us over to the nearest wall. With my back pressed against the barn wall, Cole kissed me again, just as deep as before. I kissed him back with just as much emphasis, losing myself in the feel of him and how effortlessly he’d carried me across the room.

“Oh. Um…” My skin was suddenly flushing, as I felt Cole hardening beneath me, my brain easily imagining every inch of him. “Did you want to stop or?—”

“Did you just ask me if I want to stop?”

“I just—” The flush against my skin got even worse, words failing to come out right. “If you’re still trying to figure out if you like this—if you like me—we should probably take a breather before going too far?—”

“I know what I want, Dylan.”

“Sure, you say that now?—”

“I want your mouth on me. That sound good to you?” Cole stared at me, his gaze intense. “I want to come inside your mouth and have you looking up at me the whole time.”

“Then you should probably let me down so I can get to work.” I stared right back at him as he shifted away from me, giving me just enough space to let my feet touch the ground. Once I felt my shoes on the barn floor, I sank even lower, not stopping until I was on my knees in front of him. His hands were already on his belt, loosening it, his eyes never leaving mine. When he was down to his boxers, I grabbed on either side of them, pulling them towards the ground.

Oh.

Fuck.

Cole was huge . My mind ran out ahead of me, wondering how I was ever going to fit him inside me, let alone fit him inside my mouth. I flexed my jaw a few times as I stared at his cock, psyching myself up for the future workout.

“Is something wrong?” Cole asked, concern lining his question. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before with… you.”

I smiled at him, not answering him with my words.

Instead, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I moaned as I took in even more of him, trying to fit as much of him as possible inside. His cock twitched against my tongue, his shaft seeming to get even harder once I’d taken every inch. I ran my tongue up and down the length of him, then, playfully swiping at his tip, shivering at the taste of precome I found there.

Cole groaned above me, his hips beginning to push against my mouth like he was fucking me. I felt myself getting hard at the idea of Cole’s cock deep inside me but couldn’t do anything about it, at least not yet. I brought my focus back to Cole, hollowing out my cheeks as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, meeting him every time his hips pushed against my mouth.

“Fuck, Dylan…” Cole groaned again. “I’m going to… right down your throat…”

I looked up at him and gave him a pleading expression, my best attempt at saying yes, please without taking his cock out of my mouth. A few moments later and he was doing exactly what he said he’d do, his come painting my tongue as his breaths came out short and jagged. I swallowed every drop of him, loving the way he tasted, the way he kept pumping against my lips until he was completely spent.

When it seemed like he was finally finished, I started to stand up from the floor?—

“Don’t move,” Cole instructed as he pulled up his boxers and pants. “Stay right there.”

I sank back down to the floor, doing as I was told. A second or two later, Cole sank down in front of me, gently nudging me to get on my back.

“Wait, Cole, you don’t have to?—”

“You don’t want me to?” he asked, his hand already unzipping my jeans. “You don’t want me to touch you, Dylan? To make you feel good?”

He didn’t wait for me to answer, his fingers pulling down my boxers just enough to free my cock. I watched as he licked a long stripe across his hand, right before wrapping his palm around my shaft. I whimpered and whined as he stroked me, Cole’s eyes never leaving mine.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t look at me like that, Cole.” I whimpered through my words. “Not when you’re touching me like that, too. It’s too… intense.”

“But I want to watch you come for me, baby.”

“First, the almost hickey and now you’re calling me baby?” I moaned, my cock getting even harder in his hand. “Why are you doing this to me, Cole? You’re acting like… like…”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me.”

“I do want you, Dylan.” Cole picked up the pace, his strokes coming faster and harder. I shivered underneath him, my cock almost ready to explode. “I kind of thought I’d already made that clear.”

“Yeah but… how… do you want me? Just as a guy you know who blows you sometimes?”

“Stop overanalyzing everything,” Cole replied, my precome dripping down against his fingertips. “Just be here with me. That’s how I want you. Here and now.”

I trembled as I came against his hand, my come decorating his palm. He smirked down at his handiwork, before casually licking some of my come off his fingers, like it was a delicacy he’d just discovered for the first time.

“You taste really good, Dylan. Anyone ever tell you that before?”

I was still in a daze, trying to regain my composure, trying to at least get my pants all the way back on. “I don’t… what?”

“You’re so fucking cute.” Cole grinned, turning my head towards his, pressing his lips against mine. He pulled me in close as we kissed, our breathing swirling together as we both tried to catch our breath, some kind of spark hanging between us, unseen but still felt. I’d practically crawled into his lap, when we heard the sound of footsteps from somewhere outside the barn.

“Shit!” I mumbled as I quickly scrambled to my feet, pushing Cole away from me. “Shit!”

“Dylan? Are you in there?” Amber called out, stopping short of entering the barn. “I had something I wanted to run by you?—”

“Here! I’m always here!” There were nerves in my voice, but I tried to keep them at bay. “What’d you need?”

“Cole?” Amber looked right past me and towards her brother. “What are you doing in here?”

“I was helping Dylan.” Cole shrugged. “You wanted me to be more involved with your wedding planning stuff, right?”

Amber paused for a moment as her gaze went from her brother?—

Back to me?—

And then back to her brother. “Right. Well, I’m happy you’re getting… in the spirit.”

Amber cut a suspicious look back over at me, but the expression quickly disappeared. “Seriously, though, Dylan! I really need your opinion on this one.”

“What is it?”

“Coordinated releasing of butterflies and doves.”

“Coordinated? You mean at the same time?”

“Coordinated like choreography.” She grinned in my direction. “What do you think?”

“Honestly, Amber, I have no idea what that means.” As I replied to her, I spotted Cole heading out of the barn. He shot me a sympathetic look before he playfully winked.

And all I could think about were his hands on me all over again.