Trust in Us (Forbidden Love Book 1) Page 25

  I just blink at him. He loves me? After everything, he loves me?

  I run my hands up his chest and stop when I reach his heart. I can feel how hard it’s beating. Knowing how nervous he is melts me just a little more. With tears in my eyes, I tell him what I’ve been feeling for a while now. “Cole… I love you, too.”

  His mouth crashes onto mine, our tongues tangling, both of us moaning. He pulls me closer until I can feel his hard length against my stomach. “I need you,” I say into his mouth. He wraps his arms around me, spins us, and pushes me against the counter.

  Chapter Forty-One

  Cole

  I push her against the counter, never letting my lips leave hers. I can’t get enough of this woman, and she’s all mine. She accepts all my faults and sins and loves me for the man I am. I run my hands down to her hips and pull her close, rubbing my cock against her so she can feel what she does to me. She moans into my mouth.

  “Cole, they’re waiting for us.”

  She’s thinking about Asher and Jules right now? I need to up my game. “Let them wait.”

  I move to unbutton her jeans, but before I can, she pushes my hands away, taking control. She has her jeans and panties pushed down her hips before I can even take another breath. I kiss down her neck, stopping just behind her ear at that spot that drives her crazy. I undo my belt buckle and pop the button on my jeans.

  “J, I know we haven’t since—”

  “Cole, if you fucking stop right now, I will kill you painfully and slowly. Please, don’t stop.”

  I pull the zipper down, pushing my jeans and boxers past my hips. The growl that leaves my lips is animalistic when she takes my cock in her hand. She slowly strokes from base to tip. She stops, circling her thumb in the precum that has gathered there. She circles the head a few times before stroking back down. It’s slow and deliberate. She knows she is driving me insane. My hips buck into her hand when she tightens her grip at the base of my shaft.

  “I won’t last like this.”

  I lift her to the end of the counter. I don’t stop and remove her boots. There’s no time. I need to be inside her now.

  I quickly bend and grab my wallet out of my jeans, yank the condom out, and throw the wallet over my shoulder. I hear it land, but pay no attention. I rip the condom open and look down to see her sweet, pink wetness staring back at me. I have to grip my shaft and squeeze with just enough pressure to keep the orgasm at bay. It takes a minute, but when the feeling subsides, I quickly slide the condom on. J has pulled her shirt and bra up to give me a fantastic view. While I was getting my cock under control, she’s been playing with her nipples, pinching and pulling. I lean forward, taking one into my mouth, sucking and licking the peak. Her hand comes to the back of my head, pulling me closer. Giving her what she needs, I bite down on her nipple, then lick the pain away.

  “Ah…”

  I lean back, taking both her ankles and placing them over my left shoulder since her jeans prevent her from spreading her legs.

  “J, this isn’t going to be slow or sweet. Are you okay with that?” I ask, rubbing my cock back and forth through her wetness.

  “Make it hard and fast.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Those are the last words I say before lining my cock up with her and slamming every inch I have into her. The way her pussy tightens around me drives me insane. Knowing she won’t orgasm from this only, I move my thumb to her clit and rub in circles as I pound into her. Her ankles start to fall from my shoulder. She places her boots on my chest, her knees bent. I grab onto her jeans and use them as a handle as I pull out slowly, slamming back into her. I can feel her legs shaking. Whether it’s from the position or just how close she is, I’m not sure. I add pressure with my thumb and pull up on her jeans, tilting her slightly, letting me go deeper.

  My balls start to pull up and I feel that familiar tingle low in my spine. She needs this as much as I do. I remove my hand from her jeans and lean forward, pushing her knees back toward her, giving me access to her nipples. I pinch and pull in time with my thrusts and thumb.

  “Don’t stop. I’m so close. I’m…going… Cole!” she yells.

  As a man, the best moment is having a woman orgasm while you are inside of her. The look of absolute satisfaction and the pulsing of her pussy breaks my self-control. I drive into her a few more times until I lose myself. “Oh fuck, J!” I yell out.

  I pant, staring into her eyes. The smile she gives me is enough to bring me to my knees. “I love you, J,” I say, smiling back at her.

  “I love you, too,” she says, wiping her hair off her face that’s fallen out of her ponytail.

  Knowing her knees must be killing her, I hold onto the condom and pull out slowly, already missing her warmth. I pull the condom off and yank my jeans back up before stepping back, offering her my hand.

  She sits up and pulls me forward, kissing me. “That was amazing.”

  “It was. Let me get rid of this and wash my hands. We need to get back downstairs.”

  She jumps off the counter and starts to straighten her clothes. I finish in the bathroom, suddenly having the most amazing idea, and walk back into the kitchen, buckling my belt. She has her clothes back in order and is leaning over, running her fingers through her hair.

  “Hey, I have an idea. What if you don’t go back to Darren’s? Your stuff is already boxed up. Why don’t you just take it to my place?”

  She stands up, half her hair in her hand and the rest falling down her back. Her big eyes find mine. “What did you just say?”

  “Move in with me. Let me wake up to you every morning and kiss you every night before we fall asleep. I can’t promise that it will be easy, but I do promise I’ll make every day worth it. What do you say?”

  She stands there, mouth open. My heart is in my throat, not knowing what she’s going to decide. She drops her hair and walks to stand in front of me. “I’m not an easy person. I’m selfish and mean in the morning. I like my independence, doing what I want when I want.”

  “I know who you are. If you think you are scaring me, you aren’t.”

  “Do you think you can deal with my moodiness and my attitude?”

  “Your moodiness and attitude give you that fire, that spark I love. What else you got?”

  “What if we don’t get along?” she asks, biting the skin on her finger.

  I pull her finger from her mouth, holding onto her hand. “I know you are scared. I am, too. This is new, but damn it, J. I want…need you in my life. When I thought I lost you, I felt like I had lost a part of myself. I don’t want to feel like that again. You are it for me. My sun and moon start and end with you. Move in with me. Let me show you what real love looks like.” I kiss her knuckles.

  She looks at the floor, then back into my eyes. “What if I stumble and mess this up?”

  “I’ll be there to catch you. It’s what I am here for. Just trust in us.”

  “Yes,” The word is whispered so quietly, I almost miss it.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  My lips land on hers as I pull her close.

  “Let’s go home, Cole.”

  The knock on the door startles both of us. I open it and see Jules and Asher smiling at us.

  “What the hell is up with you two?” I ask, eyes narrowed.

  Jules busts out laughing. “Did you know when you move out all the furniture from an apartment, it amplifies all sound, especially when the windows are open?”

  J buries her face into my chest. I laugh and rub her back. “Is that so?”

  “All I am going to say is good job, buddy.” Asher slaps me on the back.

  “Oh shit.” I start laughing to the point my stomach hurts. Every time J smacks my arm, I laugh harder.

  “This isn’t funny.”

  “Oh, sugar. It’s fucking hilarious.”

  “Are you two ready to go? It’s going to be dark soon,” Ash asks, moving toward the door.

  “Yeah, but th
ere’s been a small change in plans. Everything’s coming to my house.” I look at him, a big smile on my face.

  “Goddammit,” Ash says. I turn and look at him as he jams his hand into his pocket and pulls out a twenty, handing it over to Jules.

  “You bet on us?”

  “What the hell else did we have to do while you were up here fucking?” Jules says, pocketing the cash.

  *

  J

  Walking to the cars, my hand intertwined with Cole’s, I feel at peace. A peace I don’t think I have ever felt. It just feels right. I don’t know what’s ahead for us, but I know I’m going to be okay. Cole loves me. Love isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel for him. He adores me, a small-town girl who knows more about engines than makeup. I may not be a girly girl, but the way Cole looks at me makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the room. Maybe it’s possible for the tomboys out there to find a man who can handle all the sass they bring to the table.

  We can do this. I’m scared beyond belief, but I’m also excited to wake up every day with this man who adores me.

  All I have to do is trust in us.

  The End

  Important information

  On average, 1 person commits suicide every 16.2 minutes. There is 1 suicide for every 25 attempts. Each suicide intimately affects at least 6 other people.

  If you or anyone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255 to be connected to a local crisis center for confidential emotional support. https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

  Every 98 seconds, someone is sexually assaulted. And every 8 minutes, that victim is a child. Meanwhile, only 6 out of every 1000 perpetrators will end up in prison.

  Remember, you are not alone. If you suspect sexual abuse, you can talk to someone who is trained to help. Call the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 800-656-HOPE (4673) or chat online at http://online.rainn.org/

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  Coming Soon: Lost in Us. This is book #2 in the Forbidden Love Series. It is a continuation of The DiMarco storyline and is Asher and Jules story. Add to your goodreads TBR here.

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  About the Author

  S.M. Harshell lives in western Pennsylvania with her husband, two children, two attention-seeking cats and the cuddliest dog in the world. Her goal is to live close enough to the beach to be able to hear the seagulls from her desk while she writes. She is a self confessed bookaholic and lover of all things wordy.