Page 38 of Unbreakable Bonds (The Boston Romance #2)

ALISHA

Cole hands roam over my back until they cup and knead my ass. "This jumpsuit has been teasing me from the moment you said goodbye to that dickless rooster."

"Dickless rooster? Really, Cole?"

His breath fans against the sensitive skin of my neck. "Roosters are dickless animals. Look it up if you don't believe me." "Hmm, okay." My hand descends until they find their destination. "So, what would that make you?" I ask, cupping his steel cock through his pants.

"Simple. I'm the excited, powerful, and good-looking guy who wants to fuck you here in the open sky."

Damn, he knows what makes me hot.

A soft spring breeze sweeps by—cooling my hot skin. "Walker, you're too good with words."

He grins and trails his fingers over my spine. "Where the hell is the zipper on this thing?"

I push against his chest. "Stop."

"What?" He raises his head, and my lips curl into a sassy grin, seeing the flash of confusion on his face.

"I changed my mind about what I want."

His blue orbs are vortexes in which many emotions circulate. "Tell me what you want or need."

"First, I need you to move for a few moments."

He blinks but takes a step back and watches how I open the door of my BMW. "What are you doing?"

I scramble in my bag in search of one specific item, and when I find it, I turn and show it to him.

Tugging on the seam of his shirt, he watches me apply my fire brigade red lipstick by looking in the mirror of his black Range Rover while slightly swaying my hips.

The deep throaty groan coming from behind me fills me with deep satisfaction. I love the effect I have on him.

With the color in place, I remove the elastic band that's holding my hair together as I turn. My long, blonde locks cascade down, and my skin burns under his devouring orbs as I close the gap between us.

"Tell me, what are you planning to do with this sexy mouth of yours?" The sexual energy between us is so insanely raw that I'm glad I'm wearing panties; otherwise, my essence would ooze down my inner thighs. "My god. You are my living wet dream, Alex."

My hands roam his pecs and travel down the seam of his pants. "Instead of opening my zipper, I want you to drop your pants."

His Adam's apple bobs when my words hit.

"I told you, next time, the content is mine. So… Drop. Your.

Pants. Walker."

He briefly touches my lips with his thumb, before opening his zipper. His pants decorate his ankles, and with a little tug, his boxers follow. My eyes almost pop out of my sockets when he grabs his shaft and caresses its full length. I watch hypnotically at the way he pumps it from base to tip.

That's seriously the most erotic sight ever.

Somehow this man knows how to touch me on every level of my being.

A slight amount of pre-cum gets released, and I wipe it away with two fingers before placing them in my mouth.

The taste of the pungent flavor releases a raw hunger. I let it sweep through my

body as I lower myself to my knees. Blades of grass tickle my legs, and a deep hiss springs from his lips when I take hold of his impressive girth.

"If this is a dream, I want to sleep forever."

I stick out my tongue and lick his entire length before taking the head in my mouth and glancing up at him. "Fuck, your red lips look phenomenal around my dick."

Cole places one of his hands on the car door to support himself as I let my saliva drip down his cock and coat it over his manhood with long strokes.

"Sweet Jesus, you will be the death of me."

He grips a handful of my hair in his fist when I pat his cock on the wet, flat surface of my tongue while holding his gaze.

"Fuck, open your mouth, baby!" The moment I do, he thrusts inside.

I gag as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, but I don't mind, because I love seeing this mighty handsome man being at my mercy.

And by the long, drawn out, loud grunt leaving his lips, it's clear I'm driving him up the hill of pleasure at lightning speed.

I open my jaw further and massage his balls with one hand while letting the other work in sync with my mouth and tongue. At an easy pace, I intensify my actions by sucking harder and increasing the pressure around his shaft.

"Alex…" His body stiffens, and my name leaves his mouth another time as he releases his warm, sticky cum in my throat. I swallow it all and release his overly sensitive length. The expression in the unending depth of his irises when I glance up is dizzying.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, with a slight crack in my voice.

He lifts me off the ground and cups my face between his palms.

"I'm happy you walked into my life that night, Alex," he says, before giving me that sexy devilish smirk of his while brushing

his thumb over my lips. "You're my Greek goddess Peitho who personifies persuasion and seduction."

"If I'm your mythical goddess, then you're my personal Thor," I counter. "He's strong, noble, and his confidence is hot as hell. But most of all, I admire him because he's loyal and protective of his friends and the people he cares for the most."

He raises his brow. "You think all that about me?"

"Yes, I do. You're a good man, Cole Walker. Difficult and extremely grumpy at times, but good."

He throws back his head, and the sound he produces as he laughs is so pure, that I can’t help but smile myself.

"You should laugh more like that; it's sexy as fuck," I blurt out.

His eyes expand, and his lips morph into a giant smirk before grabbing my chin between his fingers and whispering inches from mine, "Thank you for giving me another chance, Alex.

" He connects our lips, and instead of a demanding kiss, his mouth takes time and investigates in a slow manner that shakes my being at soul level.

When we pull apart, he bends down, making it possible for me to place my face in the crook of his neck, and I can’t help but moan when inhaling his pussy-wetting, enticing body scent.

"Stop making those sexy noises, McQueen." "Then stop smelling so goddamn manly, Walker."

A loud honk of a passing car makes us chuckle, and as I pull back, I lift a brow when I see that his pants and boxers are still around his ankles. "Better tuck that sizable man in before he gets a cold."

Cole snorts, but after redressing himself, he looks at me and smiles. "Ready to pick up Samantha at Nick and Emma's?"

"Good idea. We need to teach Miss Big Belly Brown a little lesson."

Cole narrows his eyes and gives me a grin. "And how are you planning to do that?"

"With your help." I smirk.

After explaining to Cole my plan, he gives me a crooked smirk and a kiss on my cheek. "Okay, let's go."

When I park my car in the Brown's driveway, I apply a fresh layer of lipstick and grin at myself in the mirror before strolling over to Cole. His eyes fall onto my red lips. "Damn, woman, you like to test my willpower, don't you?"

I offer him a bemused smile as I stop beside him.

"You know Amanda and Brian are here," he informs, pointing to the other two cars standing in the driveway.

"Oh, I don't mind. Let's show all of them not to mess with us."

He chuckles. "You sure you want to upset a pregnant woman? Her meddling worked out well," he says with a grin.

"That's not the point. We have to teach our dear friends not to meddle in our business. Otherwise, they'll continue doing it." I smirk as we walk to the front door. Time to teach Emma Brown a lesson.

* * *

Cole

I gaze through the room as I enter. Amanda and Bella are sitting on the three-seater couch by the fireplace chatting with each other, and Brian sits on the leather Chesterfield chair on the other side, talking with Nick and Emma, who share a chair.

All heads shift my way as I clear my throat.

"Cole, you're back." Emma smiles, but it fades when she doesn't see her blonde friend. "Where is Alisha?" she asks with apprehension.

"She didn't come. She stayed," I say monotone. "What? Why?"

"Why did you lie to me, Emma? You said Alisha was waiting for me, but when I arrived, she was with another man." I cross my arms in front of my chest and knit my brows.

Gasps fill the air. "Oh, fuck," Brian mumbles.

Emma tries to get up, but Nick needs to help her by giving her a little support. She waggles my way, her eyes full of confusion. "What do you mean you found her with another man?"

Everyone is silent, waiting for my response. Amanda is biting her lips, and Brian shares a concerned look with Nick.

"Who was with Alisha?"

"I found her holding hands with a dickless rooster called Steven."

Emma's mouth opens and closes a few times. "And how did you react?" Brian asks.

I shift my focus to my friend. "How do you think? I stepped out of the car and grabbed that asshat by his shirt and told him to fuck off."

"Oh, shit," both Brian and Nick mumble.

My eyes dart straight back to Emma when she lets out a sharp yelp and hunches forward.

"Emma? Are you okay?"

"Oh… I'm having a contraction," she states. "I think I'm going into labor."

"What?" everyone yells in parallel.

Within a second, Nick launches from his chair, rushing over to his wife while Alisha appears from the hallway, running into the living room—her face white—and stopping in front of her best friend.

"Angel, I will call the doctor," Nick utters stressed, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Oh god, Emma, I'm so sorry," Alisha says with a guilty expression. "I didn't mean for you to upset you so much, I—"

"Got you," Emma states with a mischievous grin while standing back up straight. Lost for words, we all gaze at her while she quickly turns to her husband. "Sorry, babe, for scaring you. But I just wanted to lure my best friend out of her hiding place. There's no need to call a doctor."

Bella, Amanda, and Brian laugh, hearing Emma's reaction and seeing the reassuring smile she sends her man.

"Jeez, Em. That wasn't funny," Nick says, pointing his index finger at her. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

"God, remind me to never mess with your pregnant wife," Brian says.

Emma kisses Nick on his cheek and whispers, "I'll make it up to you, handsome, I promise."

"Whatever you're planning to do, it better be fantastic, Emma Brown," he complains while trudging and sinking back into his chair. Emma sends him an air kiss before bringing her attention back to Alisha and me.

Alisha gives her friend an unrelenting stare while placing her hands on her hips. "How did you know I was here?"

"At first, I didn't know, but then I saw something," she says, taking a step closer and pointing to my shirt.

"Next time, make sure you don't leave your trademark on him.

" She giggles. "You've got a stain of bright red lipstick on the hem of your shirt, and a minor red smooch on the side of your neck. "

Samantha bursts through the door, throwing herself at Alisha. "You're back! You're really back!"

Alisha catches her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "I missed you, sweetheart."

"Does this mean you're staying?" Samantha asks, hope shining in her eyes.

I walk over, placing my hand on Alisha's lower back. "She's staying."

The smile that lights up my daughter's face makes my chest tight. She looks between us, then launches herself at both of us, creating a group hug that has Amanda and Bella cooing from the couch.

"About damn time," Brian mutters, but I catch his grin.

Emma waddles over, pointing her finger at us. "Don't think I'm not mad at you two for that little stunt."

"Oh please," Alisha says, rolling her eyes. "Like you didn't deserve it for your meddling."

"My meddling worked, didn't it?"

We all laugh as Emma's smug expression, and I pull both my girls closer. My girls. The thought hits me hard, but feels right. They're mine now, both of them, and I'm never letting go.

AS WE walk to our cars, Samantha swings between us, her small hands gripping both of ours. I catch Alex's eye over our daughter's head, and my chest tightens. This is what I've been fighting for without even knowing it. This feeling of completeness, of family.

"Can we get ice cream?" Samantha asks, her feet barely touching the ground as she swings from our hands.

I raise an eyebrow at Alex, unable to resist giving her my signature smirk. "What do you say, Alex? Ice cream?"

Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "Only if you promise to share."

The memory of our earlier encounter flashes through my mind, making my blood heat. "Oh, I'll share," I growl, pitching my voice low enough that only she can hear.

Samantha looks between us with an exaggerated eye roll. "You two are being weird again."

Alex's laugh mingles with mine, the sound perfect in the afternoon air.

Watching my daughter's face light up at the sound, seeing Alex's eyes shine with happiness – it hits me that sometimes the best things in life come from letting go of control.

Though I have to admit, watching Emma's face when we revealed our little prank? That was pretty damn satisfying too.

But this? Having my girls with me? That's better than any revenge could ever be.